5 Minutes for Mom is giving away a Dyson Slim Vacuum. All the details are over there, check it out and sign the Mr. Linky.  Even non-bloggers are eligible! Now, I have a Kirby (which Squid says is going to be the last vacuum we ever buy) and mostly hardwood floors, but that will not stop me from entering. There’s some serious dust around here, and I’d love to get it all up!

 . . . just wait a few days.

Two weeks ago:

Monday:

Is this March?

In spite of — or to distract herself from — her personal health saga, Andrea hunted down the culprit of the mp3 player problem. So now, prepare to hear the most brilliant songwriting of the century — at least from a six-year-old.  Click on the title, not on the player.  The player still sounds like The Chipmunks.  The original file at the Fileden site sounds normal (at least on my computer — please let me know how it sounds to you).

You Are With Me

Jesus Controls the World

I Never Realized

Funky Jesus Loves Me

I hope I haven’t hyped it so much that you’re disappointed now.  I don’t have a cord to upload from her digital recorder to the computer, but when I get one, I’ll post the tune to the words in my last post.

You know, I spend too much time comparing Monkey Boy to the girls at his age and concluding that, as a boy, he’s way behind them. But while he doesn’t talk incessantly like they did then, he doesn’t take second place (or third) in imagination. Take, for instance, bedtime tonight:

Mommy: Monkey Boy! Settle down, it’s time for bed.

MB: No, it’s daytime.

Mommy: No, it’s night time. See, the sun has gone to bed.

MB: No, he’s checkin’ his e-mail. In his home.

Mommy: Really? The sun isn’t in bed, he’s checking e-mail at home?

MB: Yep. With his wife. (I didn’t even know he knew the word wife — he usually says mommy instead)

Mommy: Oh, yeah? The sun has a wife, huh? Does he have kids too?

MB: Yep. Sunkids.

Mommy: Really?

MB: (Pretty much not waiting for Mommy’s response) There’s a brother. He’s a big boy. But not a man.

Mommy: Does he have brothers and sisters?

MB: Yeah. Stisters.

Mommy: What are their names?

MB: Cano and Cano. (This is the name of his constant imaginary companion)

Mommy: Really? They’re girls? ‘Cause I thought Cano was a boy’s name.

MB: One’s a boy and one’s a girl.

Mommy: Oh, OK. Well, there’s the end of our song (on the CD).

MB: Time to get in bed?

Mommy: Yep.

MB: OK

Mommy: Who are you and what have you done with my Monkey Boy? (no, not really, but I was thinking it — he usually fights getting into bed!)

I just loved the way he had the answer immediately for everything I asked, he didn’t even think about it. Kids just rock!

Yeah, I wonder where my kids get their dramatic flair?

Sorry about the inadvertant blog sabbatical — it may go on a little longer. Things have gone from pretty crappy to really not so hot around here. I’ll blog more about it, but for now I’m concentrating on figuring out how to bring in some income to our happy home — to keep it happy and our home. God is good, all the time, but sometimes I just can’t figure out what He’s doing. Or is it the Other Guy trying to bring us down? My week seems to just be one day after another of the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day.

I need to count my blessings. My kids are well, Monkey boy is finally potty trained, the girls are dancing away getting ready for their recital, and — get this — the SUN WAS SHINING IN MICHIGAN TODAY! Of course it’s supposed to snow tomorrow. Figures. Anyway, just say a little prayer that we can get our heads above water.

We switched from ATT/Yahoo DSL for our internet phone and WOW cable to Comcast for phone/internet/cable. We decided to go with enhanced basic rather than the digital package that would give us a DVR — with finances tight, I decided it just wasn’t worth the $35/month more for the recording capabilities. The cable guy came yesterday and hooked us up. We do have On Demand, and the girls are having fun watching shows they’ve only seen at friends’ houses before — from Discovery Kids, Noggin, and others. This morning, Pink Pixie lay on the couch with the new clicker, gazing at it and saying in a dazed voice, “So . . . .many . . . . buttons!” as she contemplated what to watch next. Then, shortly after that when her sister was looking longingly at the clicker, she clutched it possesively with a “My Precious! My Clicker! My Precious!” (and we’ve never seen nor read LOTR!) Drama much?