This is the wacky story of our wild and crazy lives with six insane kids. Two are Deaf. Two have had major health issues. At least one is plotting to take over the world. Two are the reigning princesses of the house. Read and laugh about our lives to feel better about your's.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
This White Boy Has NO Rhythm
Can you see Number One? He's the short kid between the African American boy and the other tall boy. (Both kids next to him seem to have some sort of idea of what is happening).
The King, as many of you know, is a VERY musically gifted man. He has this gorgeous tenor voice that makes me swoon every single time I hear it. He can sit down at a piano and play gorgeous pieces of music causing me to stop what I'm doing just to listen. His musical gifts were one of the many things we'd hoped to pass on to our children. The worst case scenario was that they'd get my genes. I can't carry a tune in a bucket. It's bad,VERY bad when I sing. Even The Beast will ask me to stop singing when he's got his hearing aids out. That is BAD. So, Number One is finally old enough to join the music clubs at his school. He got a head start this summer when we signed him up for an enrichment program taught by his teacher at school. He has really enjoyed drumming, but we've never really gotten a chance to see him do it. (Well, we did once over the summer, and he did okay. But it was a VERY small group). We did get to witness his lovely talents this past week at his school's performance for the holidays. Look closely at the video. The short kid in the front who just really not keeping up, even a little, is my little Number One. He works so hard and is so focused. He has a passion for it. As for skills? Well, maybe they'll come. Until then, I think this is proof that he has inherited some of his mother's genes. It also goes as a fabulous example of the fact that some white boys just have no rhythm.
The King, as many of you know, is a VERY musically gifted man. He has this gorgeous tenor voice that makes me swoon every single time I hear it. He can sit down at a piano and play gorgeous pieces of music causing me to stop what I'm doing just to listen. His musical gifts were one of the many things we'd hoped to pass on to our children. The worst case scenario was that they'd get my genes. I can't carry a tune in a bucket. It's bad,VERY bad when I sing. Even The Beast will ask me to stop singing when he's got his hearing aids out. That is BAD. So, Number One is finally old enough to join the music clubs at his school. He got a head start this summer when we signed him up for an enrichment program taught by his teacher at school. He has really enjoyed drumming, but we've never really gotten a chance to see him do it. (Well, we did once over the summer, and he did okay. But it was a VERY small group). We did get to witness his lovely talents this past week at his school's performance for the holidays. Look closely at the video. The short kid in the front who just really not keeping up, even a little, is my little Number One. He works so hard and is so focused. He has a passion for it. As for skills? Well, maybe they'll come. Until then, I think this is proof that he has inherited some of his mother's genes. It also goes as a fabulous example of the fact that some white boys just have no rhythm.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
And still MORE pics of the new guy
We got him blessed this past Sunday because the King's parents were in town. I didn't realize how much work it really is to go to church with two kids who are too young for nursery, and one who thinks he needs to be the social butterfly in the middle of services. I'm so not going back until Pretty is big enough for nursery and Snort learns to nurse without having it spray all over everyone there.
Friday, November 30, 2007
And, here's the new guy!!!
I'm pleased to introduce the newest guy on our team. Snort was born November 23rd weighing in at 7lbs. 9.8 oz. and 19 inches long. He's a champion nurser and couldn't be any more perfect!!!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
And I Thought I Had Parenting Woes
I haven't had much to talk about lately. I'm irritable, or at least that's what my kids tell me. At least I have a legitimate excuse. This kid is STILL inside me. I'm okay with that, though, because I have to actually deal with him when he comes out. Anyway, I haven't had much to say because I've been so busy being grumpy.
All that changed this morning when I got a message from my friend, Lee. Man, does she have parenting problems. Actually, it's more like pet parenting problems. You see, her cat is a tramp. A hussy. A Tom Cat's dream come true. Worse, she's also a kitten factory. This cat just had a litter four months ago. Guess what just happened again this week? You guessed it. Another litter.
Now, I know Lee. She's a good mom. She has morals, ethics, and values. How could her cat have fallen so far from the straight and narrow path landing in a den of iniquity forced to wear a scarlet letter and shame the family forever? Was she on too much catnip, and just slowly lost her way? Was she angry that her litter box was never quite fresh enough and felt the need to get back at Lee for it? Does she have low kitty self-esteem and can only find personal joy and satisfaction in the temporary moments of mating? Did Lee and her family just not scratch behind her ears enough?
Really, asking question after question isn't going to solve the problem. The damage is done. The kittens are here, and Lee's cat has no idea who the father could possibly be. We are considering calling the Maury show. He is always doing paternity testing, and may be Lee's only hope in getting any kind of kitten support for all these babies. Who is going to pay for the litter, the food, the water, and hopefully the Spay and Neutering of these kittens?
We have some ideas who the daddy could be. First, there's Al Cat. He's always lurking around dark places, hanging out in dumpsters, and is a generally unpleasant fellow. I'm not sure he's washed behind his ears in ages, but all the females think he's all that and a bag of Friskies. Gross. He swears he can't be the daddy because he was in the litter box that night. Whatever, Al. That's what they all say.
Tom Cat could also be a possibility. He just roams the neighborhood not really bothering anyone, but always sort of fluffing his tail when the pretty females come by. He always has a look in his eye like he's up to no good. He swears it can't be him because he was neutered once already. I'm sure he thinks that means he's out of the woods, but my friend, Amy, got pregnant after her husband got neutered. And, yes, her husband is the daddy. So, it's entirely possible Tom could be the daddy.
Then there's Morris. He basically keeps to himself. He thinks he's going to be famous doing cat food commercials, and is always trying to show off for the females and is offering them copious amounts of Friskies and Meow Mix. He probably laced it with catnip so he could have his way with them. He swears he was picked up by animal control and was in the pound the night the kittens were conceived. Likely story. I just hope he's not the daddy, really. What kitten wants to grow up with a daddy in the pound? Poor little kittens.
So, we're still waiting to see if Maury contacts us willing to do a show about Lee's cat who seems to have gone astray. Hopefully we can find out who her baby daddy really is and put all this behind us. Oh, and maybe Maury will help contribute to the fund to get Lee's cat spayed. I'm not saying Lee is condoning this behavior by giving her birth control. She's just doing what she can to make sure no more kittens are brought into the world.
Until we do hear anything, is there anyone out there who wants a fatherless kitten from a good home for their kids for Christmas?
All that changed this morning when I got a message from my friend, Lee. Man, does she have parenting problems. Actually, it's more like pet parenting problems. You see, her cat is a tramp. A hussy. A Tom Cat's dream come true. Worse, she's also a kitten factory. This cat just had a litter four months ago. Guess what just happened again this week? You guessed it. Another litter.
Now, I know Lee. She's a good mom. She has morals, ethics, and values. How could her cat have fallen so far from the straight and narrow path landing in a den of iniquity forced to wear a scarlet letter and shame the family forever? Was she on too much catnip, and just slowly lost her way? Was she angry that her litter box was never quite fresh enough and felt the need to get back at Lee for it? Does she have low kitty self-esteem and can only find personal joy and satisfaction in the temporary moments of mating? Did Lee and her family just not scratch behind her ears enough?
Really, asking question after question isn't going to solve the problem. The damage is done. The kittens are here, and Lee's cat has no idea who the father could possibly be. We are considering calling the Maury show. He is always doing paternity testing, and may be Lee's only hope in getting any kind of kitten support for all these babies. Who is going to pay for the litter, the food, the water, and hopefully the Spay and Neutering of these kittens?
We have some ideas who the daddy could be. First, there's Al Cat. He's always lurking around dark places, hanging out in dumpsters, and is a generally unpleasant fellow. I'm not sure he's washed behind his ears in ages, but all the females think he's all that and a bag of Friskies. Gross. He swears he can't be the daddy because he was in the litter box that night. Whatever, Al. That's what they all say.
Tom Cat could also be a possibility. He just roams the neighborhood not really bothering anyone, but always sort of fluffing his tail when the pretty females come by. He always has a look in his eye like he's up to no good. He swears it can't be him because he was neutered once already. I'm sure he thinks that means he's out of the woods, but my friend, Amy, got pregnant after her husband got neutered. And, yes, her husband is the daddy. So, it's entirely possible Tom could be the daddy.
Then there's Morris. He basically keeps to himself. He thinks he's going to be famous doing cat food commercials, and is always trying to show off for the females and is offering them copious amounts of Friskies and Meow Mix. He probably laced it with catnip so he could have his way with them. He swears he was picked up by animal control and was in the pound the night the kittens were conceived. Likely story. I just hope he's not the daddy, really. What kitten wants to grow up with a daddy in the pound? Poor little kittens.
So, we're still waiting to see if Maury contacts us willing to do a show about Lee's cat who seems to have gone astray. Hopefully we can find out who her baby daddy really is and put all this behind us. Oh, and maybe Maury will help contribute to the fund to get Lee's cat spayed. I'm not saying Lee is condoning this behavior by giving her birth control. She's just doing what she can to make sure no more kittens are brought into the world.
Until we do hear anything, is there anyone out there who wants a fatherless kitten from a good home for their kids for Christmas?
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