Lisa Heuer

duct tape+a lock= little boy stays in his room. 

I finally solved the equation.  What is the next mathematical challenge that will come my way?

on a side note… when it comes down to taping a lock, should I be concerned?  I mean really!

I am feeling so very stick rich right now.  Remember the babysitting co-op… the stick holder’s meeting…  Well, my stick bag is full and I am ready to spend. 

He was fiercely riding his bike today, around and around and around on our patio and crashed into a rock-chin first.  I saw it happen and went to pick him up and saw the blood, lots of blood.  (picture is the best I have)

He was hysterical and resisted my attempts to put pressure on his wound to stop the bleeding.  Remember, I had Gage and Brynn too.  Zoe had just arrived from school and again I wondered how to mothers of many do this?  Tim couldn’t be home for at least one hour due to his location today and I needed to get Zane to the urgent care.  My mom called to ask me a question, it was perfect timing.  We couldn’t hear each other due to the screaming-not just Zane’s but all the children raising their voices for a chance at some attention.  "Mom, I am in desperate need of some help!  Can you come and watch this boat load of kids while I take Zane to the urgent care, I think he needs stitches.  I know you can’t hear me, hold on…  Zane, I am talking to grandma and asking her to come and stay with the other kids while I take you to the Dr. so he can stop the bleeding.  Do you think it is possible to stop crying for a moment or two?"  The crying actually stopped, just for a moment.  I was able to quickly let her know the problem and she sent my dad right over. 

Zane, bless his little heart, just wanted to be held and loved.  He wouldn’t talk-just muttered uh-huh, nu-huh. The wait was quite long but that is ok, I just held Zane on my lap and enjoyed the time together.  He was tough and brave, didn’t cry when the Dr was messing with his chin.  I laid on the exam table with him and just rubbed his arms and his chest.  He told me on the way home today, "mom, I a big boy, I tuff and bwave."   

Yes, Zane you were tough today and quite brave.  My stomach shuttered when I saw your precious little chin-you were more brave than me.  Thanks for holding it together, for my sake!  : ) 

You wanted doggie (your true companion) when you were first hurt.  Zoe ran for doggie and brought him to you and then you felt bad about getting everything bloody.  You didn’t want to let doggie get bloody so you wouldn’t hold him close.  It was considerate of you.  You even felt bad about the blood on my shirt from holding you.  It really was the least of my concerns but it showed how sweet you are.  No stitches were needed today, just some wonderful glue.  As you can see, doggie made it to the Dr with you and by then, you were holding him closer. 

The reward for an eventful afternoon…  Chik-fil-a and some ice cream.

I am not going to answer that but I will say this:  I know I shouldn’t eat late… everybody says that, even Oprah.  Well, I have eaten a few handfuls of M&M’s today and it was late.  So, I keep thinking that maybe if I go to bed later then maybe my handful of M&M’s wasn’t as late as the clock tells me it was-it is all relative.  As I stay up,  my mind wanders and more subjects of post quality (according to me, or course) come to the forefront of my brain.  So, should I give up and go to bed and just chalk it up to one night of eating too late? (a bad choice when trying to lose weight, I’ve heard)… or just keep posting?  : )

Can’t I just be "curvy" and love it? 

I have had things posted like this before but it never fails to make me laugh!  Click on the pink links below to see some pretty funny stuff!

He’s not even 3 Zane obviously loves music. 

Zane rockin out can you believe it?  A future band member, for sure.

Zoe’s time Zoe spent her quiet time riding in circles in the backyard while listening to her iPod and singing to a Journey song… only one Journey song over and over and over.  Tim told me about it and when I was home, she started the routine again.  I quickly grabbed my camera and wanted to get it.  If you listen super closely, you can hear her sing her version of some of the lyrics.  This is the same song that she listened to for several hours while driving to Rocky Pointe during the Christmas break.  In case you are worried about her wearing that song out… hasn’t happened out and I fear that it never will.  : )

Since I have posted my likes, all about me, etc. it is time that I show you my negative side.  I have been working on this for a LONG while now.  It is very difficult to think of this many things that I don’t like.  I challenge everybody to try! 

Oh, there is no way I can make it to 101.  I have had this draft going for too long-I am tired of looking at it and I am stopping at 50!  Some are lame and a far stretch just to put something down.  All I can say is don’t judge until you have tried it yourself!

1. Olives

2. tomatoes on my salad

3. jeans that don’t fit

4. being late (working on this one)

5. my sister living so far away

6. sassy little girls  (hmmm)

7. not knowing how to REALLY work Photoshop (will I ever?)

8. running a marathon

9. swimming without a cap and goggles

10. not having my calendar

11. cold feet

12. pants that are too short

13. falling off my budget

14. uncooked chicken (Tim calls me the investigator of food—I don’t want to bite into some chicken that hasn’t been cooked all the way so I always investigate first.  Food poisoning 2 times can do this to you!)

15. cats (sick!  I actually don’t just not like them, I hate them)

16. crumbs all over my floor

17. wearing contacts

18. paying the Mexican government to get out of a ticket

19. being interrupted (Do I do this?  yes…. so sorry!)

20. looking at the clock and feeling behind

21. riding my bike when it is 33 degrees outside

22. headaches

23. gossip

24. to do lists (I actually have a love-hate relationship with them)

25. know-it-alls

26. bra straps that don’t properly stay on my shoulders

27. being rushed-actually, I do work well under pressure

28. feeling overwhelmed

29. helplessness

30. UTI

31.  somebody waking me from a perfectly good nap

32. open toilets

33. public speaking

34. having to get up early when I went to bed late

35. needing to lose weight

36. when kids don’t sleep

37. keyless entry (for the car) not working–ooooh, annoying.  I have to actually put my key in the door-what is with that? 

38. chapped lips

39. ironing (try a squirt bottle… it is just as good!)

40. smoke (its my air too, thanks)

41. taking care of my pool (where is my cabana boy?)

42. being clueless about politics (I am lying… I love it)

43. the news, it is depressing, scary, and one sided

44. muffin tops

45. bone surgeries

46. kidney stones

47. hurting somebody’s feelings

48. when I run out of cash (those days I curse my budget)

49. biting my nails and cuticles

50. weeds in my yard

phew… did I make it far enough.  can I stop now, please?  It is rewarding and uplifting to think of the things that I love, am grateful for, or enjoy.  This… no good for me!

I almost don’t know what to do with myself.  I put Zane down at 7:15 tonight.  It sounds early, ok-it is, but he didn’t have a nap and he was being a pill so having early bedtime is saving him and me.  : )  So, back to the miracle…  When I laid him down he asked me to keep the door open.  Ahhh, how sweet!  Only a crazy mother would do that, right?  He NEVER stays in bed…  well, I was crazy and fell for it.  I told him that I would give him O N E chance, only ONE chance and if he decided to get out of bed then the door would be locked.  It has been 1 hour and I have not heard a peep.  I just checked him and he is sound asleep.  Keep praying!  I am sure Heavenly Father smiles (I hope) at requests such as mine. 

The best part of bedtime tonight was Zane’s prayer.  I asked him if he would like to say a prayer and he obliged.  His little voice is so cute as he repeats what I say.  I felt the Spirit stronger during his sweet prayer then during my humble pleas for the last several months.  I was amazed that simplicity is just as good (or better).  God loves his children, no matter their age (but maybe there is a softer spot for those innocent, tender, tiny ones).

Just some thoughts…  I am reading The Shack again.  I only have made it a few pages in but I love the way it makes me think. 

All I can say today is there is a place for every mother… me, a mother of 2, its perfect for me.  My friend, Candice, a mother of soon to be 8, she is a fabulous mom.  There are all types of mothers out there and I am comfortable and still have some patience.  I have Lindsey’s kids this weekend and while I love them, being a mother of 4 small (small!) kids is quite a mental and emotional challenge.  If you could hear my home today, it sounded something like this, "eeeeeee, argh, noooooo, [cry], [scream], laugh, wahhhh, etc."  The NOISE just didn’t stop (the kids’ noise, that is).  Zoe is the perpetrator of it all.  She loves to bother the younger ones until they just can’t stand her another nanosecond. 

It is after weekends like this that my prayers include my friends with many ‘o kids. 

So, I have some recipes to report.  I have perfected them this weekend.  I usually don’t give out the best recipes but you may already know these:

Disaster in your house

1 6year old

1 3year old

1 2year old

1 18mo. old

mix them all up and let them play for 5 minutes and the disaster will be incredible!

Black bottom feet

1 6yr old

1 3yr old

1 2yr old

1 18mo. old

food of any type

let the first four ingredients simmer with the food.  After 5 minutes, walk around and then check your feet.  It is a PERFECT way to make black bottom feet!

NOISE

1 6yr old named Zoe (the most important ingredient)

1 3yr old (a cousin to the first ingredient)

1 2yr old (must be a brother of the first ingredient)

1 18mo. old (needs to be a sibling of the 2nd ingredient)

open you door, let all ingredients outside (or keep them in-it is the same)and you will have NOISE.  It is that easy.  No prep time.  Servings: enough for the neighborhood

Don’t mean to bore you (maybe Kristie is the only one who will really appreciate AZ pictures!  Sorry Kris, no gecko pics here…) but here is kayaking the river in beautiful AZ!

Too bad, you can’t see the eagle on the left of the tree.  That was the highlight of our outing!  I only had my little camera and was trying to get as close as possible but I just couldn’t zoom enough. 

There are those hot scuba booties!  That is a good look…

Kyle introduced us to these cat tails last time I kayaked the river with Zoe.  She loved to hold them and then see them “blow up” with white fluffy stuff flying everywhere. 

And…  drum roll please… My yacht!

I just put Zane back to bed for the 4th time tonight.  What are my options?  He can unlock the door.  I don’t yell, I already told him that I am angry but he seems to be just fine with that.  I am not saying anything, just picking him up and relocating him.  ARGH is all I can think right now.  argh, argh, argh…  I can feel my shoulders picking up-getting closer to my ears.  I think it is my bedtime.  Oh good book, where are you?  : )

I watched Veggie Tales, Shrek, and Princess Bride today.  I have never seen it before and apparently I have been an embarrassment to society due to my lack of familiarity with Princess Bride.  It is a good flick.  Zoe and I watched it together and I successfully answered about 2 million questions with several pauses.  I think she wants me to tell her the how’s and why’s and when’s but I had never seen it.  She wants a personal narrative. (Tim, is this how you feel when I ask too many questions during a movie?)  She liked it, I liked it, it is all good!  I just enjoyed sitting next to her and getting excited about a good movie.

Oh, and I just put Zane back for the 5th time.  For Real!