12/15/10 08:46 am
Quinton's birthday is this friday. My oldest baby is going to be 10. Just doesn't seem right somehow.
Quinton: 8 yrs old. He's going into the 3rd grade this year. So far he tells me "It's the best year ever!", but it's only been a week now, if even. He's already getting in trouble again for talking too. I'm getting to the point though that I think it's the schools fault. Yes, Quinton talks alot. Yes, when he does talk he tends to be loud. But....school rules do not let the kids talk in the hallways at all, only in a whisper during lunch, at normal level during recesses and not at all in class. When can they be kids? My child has no clue how to whisper. We've tried it, but even his whisper carries across the house. Poor boy can't hide a thing, even if he hasn't yet realized that mom is not simply all knowning.
Granparents and his Father quit contacting pretty much right after they realized that I'm actually married with other children. Guess that screwed up plans. Oh well.
Anna: 2 yrs old. She never shuts up. The child can talk all hours that she's awake, sometimes even in her sleep. However, it's cute chatter. My favorite is probably at bed time or anytime she's in time out...
Anna -- "I wanna talk to you about someping."
Parent -- "What's that?"
Anna -- "I wanna talk to you 'bout supaman."
Parent -- "What about superman this time?"
Anna -- "Supaman ate my toys, but Daddy eats him. I like supaman."
Xander: 1 year. He's just learning words and how to fight back from the others. Pretty much "Uh Oh." and "No." are the favorites. He can, however, already get Quinton to the floor and beat him up till he's yelling for help from us. The child is a monster at times in strength. Most adorable thing ever though. He's the cute, fluffy loving, cuddly type of kid.
Erik: Is unemployed and driving me nuts by being a babysitter to kids he's supposed to parent. Parents can do more than just watch the kid during the day. I know it's more difficult than single life, but wake up, it won't change for a bit.
Me: I live, breath, work, play....Had a vacation again though. First time in 3 years. God did we need it.
Us: We might be getting a foreign exchange student from China in the next couple of weeks. It should prove interesting if nothing else. Ohhh! And gaming. My god the gaming. Mon and Thurs are normally D&D or Heroes RPG, occasionally board games. Wed night Erik goes out to the local gaming group. My laundry room is half filled with all the board games out there. Hopefully we keep it. I kinda like my house full of people.
Right now, we're off to watch the second halloween by zombie and district 9. Yay for Coshocton finally getting something other than kids movies.
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Quinton has decided that when he grows up he wants to be on Unbeatable Banzuke. He's determined to move to Japan and compete on one of these shows. I say more power to the boy. He's got a hell of alot of work ahead of him.
Anna is learning new words. She can now say "Hi Dander!", "Hi Tinton!", "Baby.", "Nummy.", "Bottle.", "Meat." and "Night Night." Granted, she learned bottle not while she was still using one, but because she has a baby doll that she puts to night night with its bottle. Both meat and nummy are when she's hungry, depending on which she uses depend upon how hungry she is.
Xander coos and smiles and all the fun things that the first stages of awareness bring. He's a pretty good baby, thank god. Anna was an angel, Quinton was my devil, Xander runs the middle line but often sides more towards the angel. I've gotten lucky so far.
So, it's gamer night...except instead of games this night there was a movie..... what movie you ask? Of all the things we sit and watch, myself and five guys (husband included), we watch GrindHouse. Hot, yes. Good, not really. Lame movie, beyond lame even. But yes, there is humor and hotness abounding. Just please god never make me watch it again.
I think I'm more than ready to go to bed soonish. Sundays that I work are always a bit frustrating. My co-worker is not terribly efficient at her job. She tends to fall behind and when I work a Sunday, that means that I have to catch up to everything because she has worked the four days prior to that. I love my schedule for the days off, but I hate picking up the slack when I get back.