sweet goo

so, throwin' up a more somber post than normal. requesting prayers for sweet goo. last night, she was up from about 9 until 230 or 3. would be ok if one of us was holding her. but the second we went to put her down, she would cry. and we are talking that kind of cry that you can't ignore. that kind of cry that makes you wonder what on earth is wrong. so in that time period, one of us was either standing with her, swaying or rocking in the chair. finally at 3, i couldn't stand any longer with her. she was calm, so i put her down. and she cried. oh, did she cry. and honestly, if she had been comfortable with me rocking her, i would have just gone to sleep with her. but she only wanted me to stand and sway. no such luck for me.

she woke up about 830, which is the time she normally wakes up, so it wasn't necessarily a relief that she "slept in." took big h to school and headed home for about thirty minutes before we got back in the car to go to the pediatrician. i know you're laguhing. thinking to yourself, "how in the world do they go that often?" i wonder that same thing. trust me.

well, buz and i have had an awkward pit in our stomachs for a couple of weeks now. that things have changed with goo. ever since she fell. she has just been off. really grumpy. not her usual self. crying a LOT in the middle of the night. naps are shorter. she cries to sleep and cries when she wakes up. just a lot of things.

so finally this morning, i went in wanting to check her ears. making sure the antibiotic was working. check. everything else checked out. so i began to tell her (not dr. g -- he wasn't in the office today) what my concerns were. and in a nutshell, she told me that buz and i would most likely be at peace until all the i's were dotted and t's were crossed. and the one thing that would tell us if anything "happened" when she fell would be a head CT. and she would have to be sedated due to her age.

pit in my stomach. but a good pit? does that make sense? don't want her to have to do it. but feel like it's best somehow to rule out everything?

i'll be honest. the sedation part makes me so nervous. it's not until 230 in the afternoon. so that's a lot of time without milk, food, or water/juice.

and then you have the elephant in the room. if the CT doesn't show anything, what is wrong with my baby? if it does show something, what are we looking at? what are the possibilities?

anyway, this mama's got some anxiety.

so if you think of it, would you pray for my sweet goo today and tomorrow?

making me happy

1. this is the song big h requested this morning on the way to school. without prompting. my heart melts.


2. big h (with the help of his teachers) wrote buz and me a valentine's day card. it had a picture of him on the front. when you opened the card, on one side, it said, "i love my mommy because" and the other side read, "i love my daddy because." big h is such an intimate little deep thinker. "i love my daddy because he gives me binoculars." "i love my mommy because she gives me breakfast."


3. um, yeah, this is what buz gave me for valentine's day. so buz, i'm pretty much head over heels in love with you.


4. big h's discussion while we were in old navy today. about the music. and how it made him get his groove on.


5. how excited big h got today about the new mulch they put down at school. mulch, people. mulch.


6. how much better goo is sleeping once she got on antibiotics yesterday. for her ear infection. seriously. an ear infection. can't the girl catch a break? guess what her belated valentine's present is going to be?


7. what i can't stop looking at online. i know. it's an addiction. i can't help it.


8. one of buz's valentine's day presents was a pair of new jeans. (i know. i'm nothing if not a hopeless romantic.) his response? "sweetie? are these some of those designer jeans?" God bless him. c'mon buz. we're going to bring you up to speed, dear.


9. stumbling across this old picture.



10. embracing my delicate flower.
    


11. this morning before school, big h came up to me and asked, "mama, please can i pyay a pee-bee-ess kids dot org game on your computer?" i mean, i realize my kid's four and all. but why does this surprise me? every time? that he knows about dot org?


12. that this is what is going on outside.

um, guess who's feeling better?

HALLELUJAH!

(and a little fashion tip. because i'm so in touch with the trends. it was too cold outside to go without anything on her legs. but i was too lazy to go to her room and get pants. so because i just happened to be doing the laundry, her daddy's work socks did just fine. i know. you're impressed. talk about resourceful.)

and guess who is THRILLED about his "stister's" recovery?

needless to say, we had a wonderful day today.

i so desperately want to write that goo is back in full force happiness and that all is right with the world.

but i can't.

but i also refuse to complain for eight hundred and one consecutive days. sooo...

for those of you out there who have your house cleaned on a regular basis, i am green with envy.

because ms. wiz? my house has never looked, smelled, or felt cleaner than it does right now. how should i thank you? i started taking pictures. but your smart a-- son reminded me that photos don't reveal smell.

right. i know.

but seriously...the euphoria from the smell alone just about did me in.

they cleaned the cupboards. the cupboards.

and they made big h's bed. i'm pretty sure it hasn't been made since goo was born.

thanks, ms. wiz. happy valentine's day to me, huh? i love you, too!

i think we're in for it.

buz and i came to the realization that we're about to embark on something new and somewhat scary.

the word girl pretty much sums it up.

goo is going to give us a run for our money. period.

the way she looks up at us with the "what?" look on her face. the way she arches her back during a tantrum like even big h never did. (that's saying something.) the way she takes things from him just because they're his. i mean, she's cute and all. but whew. i forgot what 18-month-old land was like. i do remember that i didn't like it.

i think i've figured out why it's going to be so tough with her. with big h, we just knew and anticipated the worst all the time. which is sad to say, but it's true. we knew that in almost every circumstance, big h would throw a huge fit and have some sort of eeyore complex about his poor, pitiful life. even today, when we ask him what the best part of his day was, he will respond with something and then add a "but" at the end.

with goo, she's been so sweet. such an easy baby. and it was like she turned one and said, "i've had it. i'm done being the easy one. i want more out of life than just taking everything as it comes."

i've started calling her sassafrass, and it throws big h over the edge in laughter.

but i'm serious. the sass. oh, the sass. i am not looking forward to it. at all.

and the funny thing? it's like goo is entering the world/stage that big h is leaving. it's weird. and sad. and scary. does that make any sense? it does to me.

course, last night i had a dream about a childhood friend giving me a new handbag and going out on a date with simon cowell.

so you really shouldn't trust what makes sense to me these days.

and big h's finest moment today?

today was beautiful. 70s and clear. and for me to say that a day in FEBRUARY in the SEVENTIES was beautiful is big. huge. we played outside in the afternoon. and then i asked big h if he wanted to have a picnic for dinner.

complete and total elation.

and he also decided yesterday that today he wanted to bake a cake today. guess he's never seen me do such a thing, so it was us wisners living on the edge, really.

so tonight, we had KFC for dinner and then yellow cake with chocolate frosting and sprinkles for dessert.

he finished his (first) piece of cake and then proceeded to tell us he wanted a second piece of cake. buz and i said no almost immediately.

and then, as serious as a heart attack (that joke is getting easier to use around here), he said, "well, mama and daddy, jesus says that i should eat my first piece of cake. when i finish that piece, it is time for my second piece."

i mean, who are we to argue with Christ, our Lord and Savior over big h's sweet tooth?

for the record, it was a tiny, little sliver. but he went to bed feeling a victory over his parents. and saying to himself, "wow, i should use that jesus line a lot more often."

seriously, people. find me some wood.

so i can do some knockin'.

i plan on being painfully honest right now.

in the spirit of tomorrow being saturday, here is what i would like to see happen:

• no diarrhea
• no vomit
• no emergency washing towels or other fabrics
• playing outside
• miraculously no more diaper rash on any little bottoms
• fun lunch somewhere
• lots of playing
• no diarrhea. sorry, did i already mention that?
• no vomit. sorry, did i already mention that, too?

i am officially done playing wisner memorial hospital. and you know what? i bet the other members of my family are too.

let's knock on wood together, shall we?

imodium AD $7.99

saltine crackers $2.59

mcdonalds sprite $0.79

prescription diaper rash ointment $26.00

papa driving an hour just to read big h his bedtime stories so i could put the goo down for the night priceless

grandma responding to our last fourty-eight hours with, "what can i do to help?" (and having that question result in arranging for a maid to come clean our entire house)
priceless

buz holding my hair back while i graced the porcelain throne priceless

guess what we've all been up to lately?

big h -- monday
mommy -- wednesday
goo -- thursday
daddy -- thursday

have i mentioned how much i love my family? um, i love my family. i love my sweet mother-in-law for staying awake the whole night last night just trying to come up with something to do for me since i was sick with two children. that's just her. trying to do things for me all the time. after goo made her mark this afternoon, i called ms. wiz and suggested perhaps a clean house would make everything better. and her response? you arrange it and let me know how much. seriously. oh, and by the way. she does stuff like this all. the. time.

i know.

i love you, ms. wiz.

my mom is out of town right now. the scene was -- big h asleep. buz home from work early due to stomach bug. goo getting rid of her upset tummy all over the carpet. i couldn't do it. i called for reinforcements. and it would be a grand understatement to say that my dad "doesn't do sick." seriously. my dad DOES NOT DO SICK. but i believe my exact words were, "dad, i wouldn't call if i didn't desperately need you."

one hour later, big h and the goo were overjoyed that papa had arrived. and so was i. we divided and we conquered. dad took big h and i took the goo.

and when all was said and done, we shared a lovely mcdonalds happy meal together at approximately nine o'clock this evening. really, it was just a ploy to get him to come over for dinner.

oh, and my husband? held my hair back last night when it was just the right time to say farewell to all that i had eaten in the month of january. i think it's only fitting that it's february. the month of love and romance, right?

let's raise our glasses to a fun and extremely healthy february 2008.

here here.


gift (gĭft) n.
Something that is bestowed voluntarily and without compensation

no bugs around here. (however, we're knocking on wood.)

so big h just didn't "peel so well this day." but he rested and watched his show. he had his snack and took it easy.

and then, he picked on his sister.

and that's when i knew he was better. no stomach bug around these parts. just the usual four-year-old and eighteen-month-old funk. runny noses and lingering coughs. nothing that a little tylenol meltaway couldn't fix. or fruit circles, as big h calls them.

clearly, he's got a medicine phobia.

and today was a big day for big h. day #5 of staying in his bed at night. which equals day #5 of blissful night's sleep for mommy and daddy.

he made his own chart. this was the second go around for the whole "stay in your bed" thing. so this time, he had to stay in his bed for five consecutive nights, and then it was time to get a toy. we're not above bribes. shocker. yigh-teen ah-keen was the toy of choice.

and because i'm his mom, i have to brag for .01 seconds. he told me that goo would be sad if she didn't get a toy when he did.

"i know. but you worked really hard for something, and she didn't."

"i know i did. and i did a gyeat job. and you said nice words about that. but i will be sad when goo cries because she doesn't have something new to play with. would it be ok if goo got something new too? that way we could have pun together."

melted. literally melted. i mean, i love this kid.

so does goo. because she got a new doll out of the deal.

please. please, no.

got a call from big h's school today saying he had been complaining of a tummy ache and they asked if i could come get him. he asked the teacher if he could "skip yunch and go straight to my mat?"

i know.

and so he did. and i went to pick him up. and poor little guy was in the office looking so pitiful.

i asked what sounded good for the rest of the afternoon. and his response? "mama, i tink it would be goodest to put my syeeping bag on the couch, yay in it, eat a rek-pest bar, and watch mr. incyedible so i can rest. i rest rea-yee good when i watch mr. incyedible." spoken from a true patient.

so little man resides on the couch, with his breakfast bar, his sleeping bag, and the television tuned into the incredibles.

please do not let this be the beginning of the stomach bug. please.

and to think that the morning at school started off so great.

well, la tee dah

it's like a breath of fresh air around here.

(never mind that it's the first week of february, and it's going to be EIGHTY-ONE DEGREES here today. i'm suppressing my deep-rooted bitterness.)

i finally managed to get rid of the picture of goo when she was three months old, buz in his oktoberfest hat, and big h with his train that he used to take every. where. neville, or as he liked to call him -- nim-uhl.

oh, and not to mention my three month postpartum rolls.

i mean, i still have the three month (now eighteen month) rolls, but at least they're not there for all the internet to see.

ahhhh.....

just your average joe friday night...

...at the pediatric urgent care.

seems goo ticked someone off. and didn't fare too well after the fight.

or she just slipped on the monstronsity that is big h's playmobil airplane and landed head first into the fireplace.

either way, big h and i took her to the pediatric urgent care due to dr g's nurse having a suspicion that she might need a stitch or two. no stitches needed. they just glued her face. i'm serious. they glued her face.

big h remained calm. and fashionable.

if i've said this once, i've said this a thousand times. my daughter is a freaking hoss. a power house. basically, we had to hold her down so the glue didn't get in her eye and for another thirty seconds while the stinging was occurring. and the only reason she wanted to move was so she could get her hand on another goldfish. homegirl is serious about her snacks. and that was it.

now, she just has a glossy purple patch over her right eyebrow. it totally went with her outfit. purple is this year's black, so buz says.

needless to say, the playmobil airplane is in a timeout.

i have to write this down before the stars lose their perfect alignment.

today was one of those days. those days that you have to write down somewhere. for posterity sake. or somethin'.

the alignment of the stars. oh, i kid. not really.

let me document the perfection of God's Holy Masterpiece that i like to call January 29 2008.

buz gets home from work as i'm cooking dinner.

that should be enough right there.

no, i wasn't wearing an apron, but i should've been. it was that magical. and wonderful.

and rare.

so i'm putting together a pico de gallo rotisserie chicken, some pasta for goo and big h that i knew had a chance, some rice with vegetables, and some steamed asparagus with lime/butter. i'm no pioneer woman, but i was excited. excited about how great it smelled. excited that i fixed a meal, period.

oh, and meanwhile my two children are playing together without any screams of someone "broking my yego hay-uh-caht-tehr!" and no 18-month-old girl screaming to be rescued from underneath her brother's chair or firetruck.

bliss. peace. whatever you want to call it.

i fix dinner and get it put on everyone's plate, knowing full well either big h would pretend vomit in response to at least one item on the plate or goo would look at it, hug pink blankie, and drink milk while continuously saying "ah duh, ah duh," while not touching a single thing.

(side note: since goo has been sick, her appetite has gone in the trash. my sweet girl who devours tomatoes, avocados, grilled chicken, pasta, bread, you name it, has turned to merely sitting at the table with all of us looking as pitiful as she can possibly can. it's a wonder she isn't skin and bones these days. but today, there was not much for breakfast and a staring contest with her lunch. so because i'm a mean mom, i took them both to the grocery store to get our two weeks' worth of groceries and didn't let her have a snack there or when we managed to get home.)

so we sit down, big h blesses the food, in melody nonetheless, and dinner commences. and when i say dinner commences, i mean all four of us ingested food.

it gets better.

goo seems ravenous. buz and i try not to pay any attention to her. she eats two helpings of the pasta right out of the gate. takes bites of the chicken and likes what she tastes and begins to take more. i look over to see big h inhaling the pasta AND the chicken. and while he's doing this, he says very confidently, "mama, i really yike this dinner. will you make it again? if you do, i will eat a lot of it next time too. will you eat a lot of your dinner daddy?" and i kid you not...he says "mama, i yike this dinner a yot" more times than i can count on one hand. i know.

and buz whispers, "look at the goo." i turn my head ever so gently as to not interrupt her apparent progress. when what to my wondering eyes should appear? my goo gnawin' on some asparagus.

Holy is the Lord.

she ended up finishing up her entire plate, including two asparagus spears, and pointed at a banana. polished it off too.

and i will tell you i haven't seen a happier goo in a long time.

until, of course, she wanted to take pink blankie into the bathtub and her mean-as-sin parents wouldn't let her. she lost some of her happiness.

and as we're finishing up with dinner? my brother calls. my brother who lives in another state. my brother who doesn't ever call just to say hi. (my brother who doesn't read this blog.)

then, i am ready to put goo to bed, and i could tell she was so tired. (long day at the grocery store earlier. as God is my witness, i vow never to take both of them to the grocery store again. i know i only have two children, but i SO forgot what it's like to be around an eighteen-month-old. have mercy on my soul and the souls of others with eighteen-month-olds.) so i decided to push the envelope. i got her in her jammies and lathered her bottom with prescription diaper rash ointment. (bff, the rash like you saw at the mall. OUCH.) let her love on pink blankie. turned out the light. and then i rocked her. not to sleep. just rocked her because she put up NO FIGHT WHATSOEVER.

more bliss.

she just lay there in the crevice of my arm that was once too big for her. now, she fits just right. and i sang.

**********screech on the record player**********

no, seriously. i did. and she still didn't put up a fight. i'm telling you. the girl was tired. because to have me sing a little "i love you, Lord. and i lift my voice" would have anyone putting up a fight.

unless they were tired little goo.

it was the best day.

it's time.

really, it is.

time to get my haven'tcleanedmyselfinthreedays a shower.

time to locate my hair dryer and use it.

time to strip off my "sick clothes". you know. the husband's fraternity t-shirt from the early 90s. the elastic waist pants with no elastic anymore. the old man's slippers.

time to make the bed. for the first time in four days.

time to go to the grocery store. for something other than soup, orange juice, and my favorite medicine of all time. real food. food for my family that doesn't come out of a box from the freezer.

don't get me wrong. my soup and sprite diet really worked for me this weekend and all. but i'm tired of it.

i am NOT a good sick person. i'm just not. you people out there that write blog posts while incredibly ill. well, more power to you. because i have 1) no laptop and 2) a major guilty conscience. meaning, i would be mortified if buz came in while i was trying to come up with some cute way of saying, "i'm probably not going to make it" on the internet. meanwhile, he is managing both kiddos and not resting or relaxing at all. oh, and it just happened to be the weekend. when he normally enjoys some rest or relaxation. neither for this guy. oh, and this just happened to be the weekend when my in-laws come to town? the weekend i wanted goo to be well for? irony is a funny thing. luckily, i was well friday night. we had our insanely cute sitter over, and we had a double date with my in-laws. some of you may be cringing. but it was so much fun. we had dinner alone with no kids and had adult conversation. it was great.

saturday came. oh, how saturday came. came and knocked me upside the head. i vaguely telling buz, "i think i really don't feel good." that was about all i remember from saturday. well, other than somehow staying awake during the miss america pageant.

sunday, i stayed in bed until ten in the morning. and remained in my "sick clothes" the entire day. my in-laws came over one more time before they left to go home. they got to watch big h ride his bicycle and goo ride her little roller coaster.

you want to talk trooper? it's spelled b-u-z. the guy cooked and basically did everything for two straight days, while i was deemed totally and completely useless. he'll tell you. i am not good at sick.

but today starts a new week. a new beginning. the meds are kicking, and i am determined to fight it. one productive cough at a time.

posting to post.

catchy title. courtesy of someone rad.

there was discussion of the need to post. anything. just something.

so here. i can't believe i haven't posted bicycle pictures. shame on me. big h is in love with his bicycle almost as much as he was with thomas. people, that is saying something. and the structure side of him requires him to wear every piece of protective gear. he is serious about his game.

and how about we go ahead and mention the hot burley guy fastening the buckle on the helmet. grrr...

i love this kid from the very depth of my soul.

oh and while we're on the subject of my little man, i'll go ahead and mention that today when Goo was taking her nap and i was laying down on my bed, he came in my room, got under my covers with me, and said totally unprompted while touching his FREEZING toes to my leg inside my jeans, "mama, i yuv snuggying with you. my toes are cold, huh?" seriously.

and goo? took her to her "healthy" 18-month checkup only to get a prescription for an antibiotic for her DOUBLE EAR INFECTION. oops. missed that one. so she's sub par. sub par goo is just a pitiful sight. it's sad because grandma and grandpa are coming in tomorrow all the way from new mexico. pray for complete recovery by mid-morning tomorrow.

word has it...

...that buz may or may not have posted.

date with a good looking fella

today big h and i had a date. i mean, it was a date in the sense that it was just the two of us and it involved food.

never mind that it was a trip to the haircut place for him and costco for us to get toilet paper.

for all intents and purposes, it was a date.

i was amazed at so many things while i was out. for the record, i am always amazed at a lot while i'm out. people fascinate me.

first of all, big h has awesome hair. i don't mind bragging. he does. people that know him? come forth. vouch for me. doesn't he? when he gets it cut, i always mourn the loss of the hair beauty. but the fact that we do it all of twice a year makes up for any grieving i might go through. because there was a time big h didn't care so much for the haircut. i know. you're surprised. because he's such an easy going, laid back kind of guy.

or not.

so because we only go twice a year, we get a car from the movie CARS. i know. they sell them. at the haircut place. marketing genius.

big h asks to get his hair cut.

so today, when we left, he said, "mama, you know. i just don't yook anything yike myself. i don't, right?" and he didn't.

because the stylist put so much gel in his hair that i could've held him by his hair and he would've never noticed a thing. not only did she "gel" him, she parted and slicked it down. dennis the menace? i don't even know who i can come up with, but it was so. bad. i can't describe it or do it justice. big h did it justice. "mama, i just don't yook anything yike myself. i don't, right?"

but we got a car out of the deal, which made the day for my little man.

headed to costco. we dined first. have you had their pizza? i have no doubt it is not quite the healthiest option for those of you with new years' resolutions. but wow. it's delicious.

and here is where i noticed something that made me smile. shouldn't have made me smile. but it did. some little boy was having a tantrum. not just some cute, little overlookable (that's my own word) tantrum. we're talking doozie of all doozies. and the poor dad was trying to negotiate with him. trying to talk sweet. trying to find out what he "needed." trying to reason.

bless his heart.

it was so enjoyable because a) i've been there and b) i wasn't there today. so i looked over to my 10-year-old-looking little boy and told him how much i loved him. had to seize the moment.

we made our way to the toilet paper aisle. and had a great time with my little man.

and my little man? who didn't talk until he turned three? hasn't missed a moment. not. a. moment. he gave me rave reviews of every. thing. on. every. aisle. i was well informed by the end of our shopping experience. and so were our fellow patrons.

and then, little man fell asleep. in the car. and there was peace.

until we got home. and saw his best friend. daddy. and there was much information shared re: new cars and pizza and yittle boys crying and toilet paper and haircuts and YOTS MORE STUFF DADDY!

oh, and have i mentioned how easy it was to be with only ONE child? well, it was easy. and fun.

good day all around.

i can't forget to mention the goo. um yeah, this is what she wore to church today.

well, not the hat. i mean, she's a lady and all.

it's called pride. i love this punkin. i can't get enough of her.

and yes, we watched the game yesterday. and yes, we wished we were there. but we're not going to negate the fun time we had two weeks ago.

oh, but the snow................

been away from the computer for a while.

we ended up not celebrating the new year with a little bubbly and nana. we celebrated in the air on the way back from green bay. and not even any peanuts.

after more than several delays, we arrived in the metroplex at two in the morning.

happy new year.

new year's day was tough, getting back into the swing of things. plus, buz caught some funk that he still can't get rid of. though, the z-pack is doing its best to give this little number the boot.

didn't post any pictures of Christmas. our Christmas was good. a little overwhelming for big h. as a four-year-old, it's too much to ask for several things and actually receive all three of them. not to mention presents from grandparents and cousins. so in the spirit of not being a scrooge, here is why i didn't post any Christmas pictures.

see how cute we were all going to be in our little matching jammies and jeans? well, big h wouldn't have any part of the whole jean idea. shocker. and goo? well, weentrab is THE ONLY PERSON to get her to smile. the girl makes you work for it.

and i find it almost comical that buz and i are smiling, like nothing at all is wrong. just life as normal.

but we had a very merry Christmas. had nana and papa over for Christmas pizza. what is Christmas pizza, you might ask? well, i may very well be the ONLY PERSON alive who doesn't like *the holiday meal.* turkey, dressing, potatoes, casserole upon casserole, etc. it's just too much for me. i watched my mom remain in the kitchen for every holiday my whole life, and now that i'm older and more mature (laughing to myself), i don't want to spend the holiday in the kitchen. not to mention that i don't like to cook at all anyway. also, i just don't like the meal. too heavy. so i decided i wanted to have a new tradition...Christmas pizza. buz is not sold on the idea. but we'll see. it was awesome. we had Christmas pizza for lunch, and seven-layer dip for dinner. i loved every minute of it. and talk about relaxing? pretty much perfect.

and now life is back to "normal," whatever that means.

big ace

only child

friend

eagle scout

trombone player

sooner

CPA

husband

vietnam war veteran

accountant

father

auditor

youth ministry finance chairman

deacon

travel guide

father-in-law

grandfather


and now a retiree...

i am so proud of you, dad. your party yesterday was everything we hoped it would be for you. you are so well thought of. i love you. congratulations. you deserve the very best.

fffffrrrroooozzzzeeennnnnnnnn tundra

buz and i have had the time of our lives.

i am so, so sad that we are boarding a plane tomorrow afternoon to fly back where we don't need more than one layer, and there will be no precipitation in the air. other than rain, or something boring like that.

i tried to upload the video we did earlier tonight when it was SNOWING. but it was taking so long. and since we're on vacation and all, i decided i wouldn't spend our last night on the computer.

yesterday was by far one of the best days we've had as a couple. and since we've been together for eight years, that says a lot.

we slept in.

i'm serious. we slept in. buz not so much. but i slept until the ALARM went off. at 6:15 in the morning. i slept until 7:30 and then again until 8:30. i had so much fun knowing i was going back to sleep. i know. i don't get out much.

we had a breakfast burrito on the go and headed straight to lambeau. sorry. i should capitalize it. LAMBEAU. we went to the pro shop. took the stadium tour, which was so incredibly awesome. i know. we are on vacation, and we took a tour. dorky, probably. but we loved it so much. we had the best tour guide ever. he's been giving tours for ten years. i wouldn't be surprised if he's someone famous, and we just didn't know it. he was so awesome!

for the record, it is imperative that you make a stupid face while wearing a cheesehead.

we also went to the packer hall of fame. my dad would be so proud. i read so many plaques and was actually interested in every last one.

us in front of vince lombardi statue

we spent the majority of the day at the stadium. it really is magnificent.

us in front of of the shovelers

there is so much history in this city. and the feel of community is overwhelming. everyone is so friendly.

we ran by a couple of places to get souvenirs. buz totally won in that department. he got so many neat things. it was so fun to see him excited. really excited.

then, we went to a movie. and we sat next together. and held hands. and ate processed cheese and drank soft drinks. fairytale, really.

then, we went to a restaurant for drinks, appetizers, and atmosphere. more talking. more gazing into each other's eyes. i mean, amidst the beer and football and cheering, of course.

woke up this morning and it was like Christmas. we were both so excited. we put on our first layers. second. third. fourth. seriously, i was like the marshmallow man. or randy, ralphie's younger brother from the Christmas story.

we ate a brat with kraut at 9:00 in the morning. when in Rome.

had a great time at the tailgate.

i know you're noticing. you're noticing that fleece hat was far too big. poor me.

soaked in the ambiance of the stadium. the wonder of it all.

i'll be honest (but don't tell my mother-in-all), i secretly wish i had purchased a cheesehead to wear. but when i was choosing between a cheesehead hat and a fleece cap, i realized today was all about warmth and comfort. not style, fashion, or peer pressure. and for someone who loves cold weather, let me tell you. it was SO FREAKING COLD out there. freaking. cold. like goes through your very skin cold. and again, for ME to say how cold it is. that's big, people.

we sipped on hot cocoa, sat close under a warm, packer blankie, and watched us some brett favre. oh brett favre.

and let me give a HUGE shout out to jason and jill and their parents for the incredible seats. we were close enough to get on television. except i wasn't wearing a bikini or cheesehead or animal fur. because apparently, that's what gets you on tv.

snow flurries and fifteen degrees. doesn't get much better than that.

stayed at the stadium afterwards just to soak in the memory of it all. headed back to our hotel where i proceeded to literally fall on the bed into a deep slumber. shoes and fourteen layers still on.

woke up and we headed to fatzo's for some dinner. brought it back to the room. changed into comfies and ate on the bed and recapped the highlights of our day. so excited about how much fun we've had. sad to leave it all. but honestly, we're ready to get back to see our munchkins and ring in the new year with nana. we're going to kick it tomorrow night. two parents of toddlers and nana. you can't get any crazier than that.

oh yeah, it's going to be a frozen tundra alright

so last night, the nighttime process had begun. and yes, it is a process. you out there...with four-year-olds. you know what i'm talking about, right? goo was down for the count. big h had a minor issue with the bath. long story. we read two storybook theaters stories. thank you, ms. wiz, for the fabulous Christmas present. ready to go to bed. had to say night night to daddy. daddy hugged him and reminded him that mommy and daddy were going on a trip and that we would be back in a couple of days. he hugged daddy back and said, "daddy, i will miss you. will you bring me a present?"

we've instilled values. true values.

so this morning, i woke up at 3:50 in the morning.

yes. THREE FIFTY IN THE MORNING.

bless my heart. bless buz's heart.

surprisingly, i was so put together that i had set our coffee pot to start making me a cup of coffee at 4:30. took my shower, dried my hair, put cute clothes on, put the rest of my stuff in our suitcase.

and made coffee for myself.

you might be wondering why i'm such a selfish wife. with all my not making buz coffee. seems buz wanted a professionally-made egg nog latte.

i can't compete with that.

we got to the airport. got checked in. got seated. talked about how we were by ourselves. and then, we just talked about how we were by ourselves some more.

we arrived safely in chicago. oh, and thank you, God, for the beautiful december 28th gift. yeah, that snow fall? yeah, that's the one. thanks.

we had breakfast in the airport and dilly-dallied.

and then, we prepared to board our plane to green bay.

or not.

late. by twenty minutes. ok. no big deal.

delayed some more. no problem. we're child-free right now, so we're not stressing.

some issues with the flight attendant. we're relaxed people.

delayed again. this flight that was scheduled to leave at 11:30 wasn't leaving at 11:30. did i mention that we got to our gate at 8:45?

there was waiting, waiting, and more waiting.

finally, an announcement came over the loud speaker stating that "we can't found out pilot. he seems to be missing. we will announce the flight once we locate him."

never a good sign.

they call another pilot. is that easy? calling pilots? just to see if they can come in to work?

we finally board at 1:15. de-ice. more fuel. more de-icing.

depart at 3:00. arrive in green bay at 4:00.

long day. but you know why it was so worth it? we arrived to falling snow. already five inches laying on the ground with the sole purpose of us walking in it.

twenty-seven degrees. dreary. ahhh...just the way we like it.

we had a delicious dinner . buz had some wings that basically sent him over the edge. he was so on his own little cloud nine. i had myself an apple spice ale. still have the taste in my mouth, and i'm still smiling.

then, went to a little shop that our super cute waitress told us about and got the goo a packers cheerleading outfit. because the punkin' really needs to back the pack.

tomorrow on our agenda:

sledding on fireman's hill and taking our tour of the packers hall of fame.

we are pumped.

beyond excited.

and talk about winter janet. i got reacquainted with winter buz. and i am so in love with him.

hopefully a frozen tundra

really, i would love to toot my own horn and nominate myself for wife of the year.

but i would be taking credit away from someone.

this is dedicated to all things jason and jill.

this friday morning (at an UNGODLY hour), buz and i are off to enjoy our Christmas present.

we are going to green bay, wisconsin to see buz's man crush (and my regular 'ole crush) BRETT FAVRE play against the detroit lions.

there is history, here.

there is something about buz that most of you don't know. i didn't figure it out until a couple of years ago.

buz doesn't have favorites. he is SO easy to please that he doesn't have a favorite in any category. no favorite soft drink. no favorite movie. no favorite color. no dream car. the list could go on forever. seriously.

he does, however, have one very specific favorite. it's actually two-fold. green bay packers and brett favre. in my opinion, they go hand-in-hand. but seeing as how this may be brett's last game, it may not be the case for much longer. (notice how i said 'brett' instead of 'brett favre?' yeah, we go with first names. we're close like that.)

anyway, that was one thing i noticed early on in our dating history. every sunday, i knew where he would be. at home. on the couch. drinking some form of ale. eating some form of tortilla chip combined with some sort of dip. and i was welcome there. but if i had plans of my own, so be it. he wasn't getting off the couch.

those of you who actually know buz in real life probably find all of this interesting because he's just not your typical NFL couch potato.

when we were dating, i learned that his family has an NFL contest every season. you pick games, upset or favorites. more points for upsets. more points for teams that you pick alone. i was intrigued. so i purchased as many NFL magazines as i could that fall, and i was determined to at least stay in the game.

i won.

first year.

um hmmm.

yeah, i won.

i got a trophy the night of our rehearsal dinner.

anyway, since we met, i have decided that i really like watching NFL and keeping up with who's who. and one thing has remained.

buz's love for the game. the team. and the player.

packer tickets are next to impossible to obtain. well, i mean, for under four hundred dollars.

the summer before big h was born, buz and i went to one of my college roommate's weddings. and all four of us roomies were there. there was the bride. the one who was already a mom. the one who was about to be a mom. and the one who was married but without a child. yet. that was jill.

buz got to talking to her husband that afternoon/night and found out that his parents have season tickets to the packers.

had to pick buz and his jaw up off the floor. seriously.

fast forward to several months ago. no idea what to get buz for Christmas. think, think, think.

email jill about possibility of knowing anyone who could get us tickets.

day after i send the email -- call from jason, the husband, asking if december 30 would be ok.

pick myself and my jaw up off the floor.

no idea how i will work anything out but said yes so fast my head hurt. what, from all the spinning and such.

called the one person who never spills secrets -- my dad.

and then proceed to figure out how to take out a second mortgage so we can make it to the game.

all i have to say is that God works miracles.

now, we're packing for an unforgettable trip. kids are staying at home with nana. buz and i are going to be alone for FOUR DAYS.

oh, and guess who buz gets to spend those FOUR DAYS with?

WINTER JANET. really, she's a beautiful creature. she smiles all the time. she has a joyful spirit. she takes in life with each breath and thanks God for his mighty and beautiful creation. you think i'm kidding. those of you have met WINTER JANET know that i'm not.

she is the exact opposite of summer Janet. she is a sad, sad person who really isn't even worth mentioning, to be honest.

i was going to wait until Christmas morning to tell him we were going on a trip. then, keep the secret until we were getting on the plane.

i mean, i waited nine months TWICE to find out the sex of my children, for pete's sake.

i couldn't hold out. couldn't do it. had to tell him earlier.

you know how i did it?

i bought us matching shoes. and socks. thank you, kelly. and gave him this.



and to end on a sweet note, the forecast for sunday is high of thirty with a forty-five percent chance of snow.

God bless America. and God bless Jason and Jill. (and now baby Evan.)

i am in love with three very distinct people

not that it's a surprise. or anything.

this little man. oh, that smile.

this little punkin'. i want to eat her with a spoon.

and this hot, older man. grrr...

"...i worked this morning and then went to the department Christmas Party. i drove four ladies over to the Cheesecake Factory. i sat with them and some other girls, including Davis, my accountability partner. i found out who my secret pal was. it was a great lunch. buz had given me an early Christmas present a couple of weeks ago -- an outfit from Harold's to wear to work. it's a dark/maroon thin sweater and a long dark paisley skirt. it is such a great outfit! he has the best taste! it was fun because all day long people complimented the outfit, and i was able to tell them that buz had gotten it for me. so much fun! then, i made sure i left work around 3:00 because he wanted to get to his brother and sister-in-law's house at a decent hour and beat the traffic.

earlier in the day, our neighbor PC had called me and asked me if i wanted to come over to her house after we looked at Christmas lights and exchange Christmas presents with her. she told me to call Brad and see if it was OK with him. so i called him, and he said it was fine with him. i thought that was weird because i didn't think we'd get back to his house until at least 9:00, and he NOT a night person. i didn't think he'd have the energy. but i called her back and said we'd be by after we were done at buz's brother and sister-in-law's.

so i got home from work and changed clothes. i kept on the sweater, but i put on khakis and some brown shoes. i was really tired, so i laid down on the couch. the phone rang, and it was buz asking about something. i answered his question, and we got off, and he was going to come over later (around 4:30). my cordless phone wasn't working, so i had to get up and use the phone by my bed. so a little while later (while i was on the couch trying to nap), the phone rang again. i checked the caller ID, and it was buz again. he was asking some other questions, and i was a little frustrated because i wanted to rest a little before he got there. on of the questions he asked was"what should i wear?" at this point, i didn't think it mattered and really didn't care what he wore. but he asked, "if you could pick anything out for me, what would you pick?" i told him a certain shirt, and he said it was at the cleaners. i told him another one -- a red/white gingham button-up shirt. he said he was going to wear that with some jeans and his running shoes. then, i had just laid back down, and he called again. i was getting frustrated!

finally, he got to my apartment and sat down next to me on the couch and just looked so weary. he said he had had a long and busy day. so we sat for a while. then, we got ready to go, and he told me he wanted to stop at the exxon to get a coke? i thought that was kind of strange because he has never wanted to do that before, but i went along with it and asked him to get me a dr. pepper too. we drove to his brother and sister-in-law's. the whole way over there, he did work stuff on his little keyboard pager thing. we got there and played with my six-month-old nephew. we had dinner, and after dinner, we exchanged gifts. then, we got our cups and filled them with hot cider and hot chocolate. we got in the car and drove around to look at Christmas lights. it was so much fun! said goodbye to his brother and sister-in-law and headed back to his house. we were listening to "breath of heaven" by amy grant. i accidentally talked during the middle of the song, and buz "shushed" me and started the song over. ok. when the song was over, he was really quiet. i asked him if he was ok. two things were throwing me off. it was after 9:00, and he was still awake. and he wasn't worried about getting my car at my apartment. when the song was over, he said "i'm just lost in thought." "ok, buz, you just let me know if you need anything."

when we got to his neighborhood, he asked me if i was weary about exchanging gifts with PC so late. so a couple of blocks away, he pulled over, and we both took a moment to regroup and prepare ourselves for being up late. we prayed and headed on to PC's. he pulled into the driveway. he stood by the car and told me that he was going over to PC's and ask her if she wanted to come to his house or if she wanted us to come to her house. (she broke her leg a couple of weeks ago.)

he asked me to go play with his dog while he was doing that because the dog hadn't been played with all day long. i agreed with no problem. as i was walking into the house, he told me to make sure i played fetch with him. i thought that was weird but didn't think a whole lot about it. so as i was closer to the door, he asked if there was music playing for the dog. (buz always leaves music on for his dog during the day.) enough already. i didn't even notice that my three favorite songs were playing in the background. once i was in the doorway, he asked me to take the hallway. at this point, i was frustrated with him because he told me he was going to PC's to find out what the deal was. my first thoughts were, "who are we more concerned with? dog or me?" i told him i would take the hallway (his house is small enough that there is no other way to get outside other than taking the hallway.)

so i walked into the kitchen, and there were tons of Christmas lights making a little path toward the back porch. didn't think anything of it because he is really festive. did think it was strange because Christmas was in five days. kind of late to put up decorations.

when i got out to the back porch, there was buz. now, he was officially on my nerves. why wasn't he at PC's finding out what we were doing about the Christmas gifts already? he just looked at me. then, he tilted his head toward the backyard. i looked toward the backyard, and there was HUGE wooden (6'x12') sign in the backyard that said, "janet, will you marry me?" i just started saying, "oh my goodness! oh my goodness! oh my goodness!" i looked at it forever and couldn't figure out what it was saying. then, i looked at him again, and he was standing closer to the stairs where i was. he was on one knee and was crying. he said, "janet, there are so many things that i want to say to you, but i can't think of many of them right now. you have changed my life in so many ways, i can't tell you. i love you so much, and our relationship in Christ is the most important thing to me. i want to lead you in our marriage. i want you to be my wife. will you marry me?" i was speechless. i couldn't get any words out. he grabbed my hand. while somewhat laughing, he said, "do you need some time to think about this? because you have given me an answer." i said no and kept hugging him and said "sure" at first.

i couldn't believe i said "sure."

then, i said, "of course i will marry you!!!" i kept hugging him. then, he pulled out the most beautiful diamond ring i have ever seen. he just showed it to me in the box, and i stared at it for a little while. then, he pulled it out and placed it on my finger. i was still freaking out not believing this was happening. then, he took my hand and took me into the kitchen and sat me down. he said, "do we need to recap what just happened?" he sat me down and held my hands. then, he said he had one more surprise and gave me a copy of modern bride magazine. when we were sitting across from one another, he asked if he could pray for us and the future of our relationship. we prayed, and honestly, i couldn't believe all of this was really happening. cloud nine. that's where i was. we went outside and looked at the board again. we went over to PC's to show her the ring and tell her. (she already knew because she was in on it.) we came back over to his house and sat on the couch and had dr. peppers together.

then, he said, "well, do you want to call people?" i guess i couldn't believe this day was really, finally here. i have dreamed of this day my entire life. we called my parents and his parents. then, we called his brother and sister-in-law. i couldn't believe they knew the entire night and didn't let on. i called some of my friends and asked them to be bridesmaids. i called kelly and asked her to be my matron of honor. she was overjoyed.

Lord, right now i ask that you are with our wedding planning and our marriage. i pray that i will be a good wife for buz. i pray that we will daily encourage one another. i pray that we will grow in You in ways that we will never expect. i pray that i don't get caught up in planning a wedding, but am able to stay focused on planning a marriage. thank you, Lord, for this incredible day of joy and celebration. i appreciate who you are in my life as well as who you are in buz's life. thank you for coming into my heart and into his heart. you have created us for each other in such a unique and divine way. we are so appreciative. i love you, Lord, more than i am able to express."

this was my journal entry from december 20, 2000.

seven years later, i am not itchin' a bit. i love my best friend more today than i did that day. hard to believe or imagine.

let's talk about something. why did i think 9:00 was so late back then? i didn't even have a kid.

and who is impressed with my response? "sure." like, sure, i'll take out the trash. if i have to. but only if i have to.

don't think buz doesn't bring that up every so often.

cut me some slack. he totally caught me off guard.

what was your exact response when your husband proposed?

buz, i love you so much! will i continue spending the rest of my life with you?

SURE.

the eagle has landed.

or...

the blankie has arrived.

i woke this morning to the thought that just maybe a priority overnight mail package would be on my front porch. at seven a.m.

c'mon. it could happen.

no such luck.

even big h went to the door this morning when he got out of bed to see if it was there.

pins and needles around here lately.

nothing too crazy about our morning. went and picked up nana from the car repair place to be her personal shuttle for the day. came back home. put goo down for her nap. she cried for thirty minutes. went down and slept for twenty minutes. TWENTY.

you know she's sixteen months, right? sixteen-month-olds sleep for a long time. twenty minutes is not a long time.

got her up. had lunch. piddled around the house. then, decided to run errands with nana and the kiddos. let the kids play and release some energy. buz was going to be home late, so we picked up dinner to take home.

got home and got ready to eat. checked the front door. overnight blankie #1 arrived from marino. sweet, sweet overnight marino. backup blankie in place, ready to be washed and stored somewhere easily accessible. hmmm...no other boxes or bubble mailers. the mailbox. of course, it would totally fit in my mailbox, right? no package. just the bright orange "come get your package from the post office" notice. it's 6:11. post office closes at 6:30. nana says, "RUN! RUN NOW! GET THERE IN TIME! I'LL FEED THE KIDS!"

i'll be honest. i sped. got there before the door closed.

give my bright orange card to the nice lady. she took two other cards back with mine. she comes out with two packages. very, very big packages. too big to be blankies.

"i'm going to have to look again for yours."

she takes two more cards from two more people.

comes back with two packages. this time one is too big and one is too small.

"ma'am, i'm going to spend some time back there looking. i can't seem to find it."

the blood drains from my face.

three more cards from three more people. i'm giving the play-by-play over the phone to my mother-in-law who literally can't breathe she's so nervous for me.

comes back. three packages given to three people. and then, the warm lady smiles. package perfectly sized for a pink blankie.

i went on an on about how much i appreciated her looking so hard and wished her a merry christmas so many times, i was positive she got the point.

i opened the box before i got to the door. and then, because i'm a mom, i started crying. it was like i was a successful member of the search and rescue squad.

pink blankie found. goo was already asleep when i got home, so tomorrow is the day. pink blankie #1 and 2 are washed, dried, and smelling like good, clean wisner smell.

it's like christmas around here.

oh wait. it is christmas around here.

how i know big h truly loves me.

big H: mama?

mom: what, buddy?

big H: i would cry a whole lot if you got eaten by the abominable snow monster.

hope

first of all, someone brought to my attention that i have never given any type of formal update on goo's condition. please accept my most sincere apology. after her really tough surgery experience (wink wink), she has done nothing but recover with grace. she's goo. what did we expect? so here is that formal update you've been waiting for. she is doing well. kickin' butt and takin' names. that's my goo.

but something i was not expecting? others' reactions to her. in her, you know, less than beautiful state. (oh, how i want to post post-op pictures. but for some of you with weak stomachs, i'm looking out for you.) her surgery was on a wednesday. we stayed home that entire afternoon/evening. thursday, we didn't do anything. friday, took big h to school and went back home. his teachers made comments about her eyes, but they were warm and concerned comments. but then. friday night, we went to one of the malls in the area. i promise we don't go to malls all the time. and it happened. tact went out the window. seriously, i was so surprised how many stared at her. pointed at her. laughed at her. little, little children. unbelievable. and then, we were in line at a fast food restaurant inside the little food court, and one little girl (couldn't be any more than four or five), started pointing with a disgusted look on her face. then, she went and got either her cousin or friend and told her to "come look at this girl." they both pointed and looked at her like she was a leper. then, they both went and got their brother/cousin/friend and told him to "come here. you gotta see this." and he replied with "oooh, that is disgusting."

talk about messin' with a mama bear's little cub. hot. i was HOT. but i decided not to do anything because i thought it might be a little appropriate to grab her by her hair and use profanity. not to mention the security guards and the possible time spent in lock up. i refrained. but i wanted to do something ugly.

so anyway, she is great. feeling great. not scratching her eyes anymore. because really, in the morning she was not looking her best. her eyes were already red. but the scratching at night left her with red circles around her eyes. i told you. it wasn't pretty. but she's back to her old goo self. easy to please but stands her ground when necessary.

let's go ahead and segue into the topic at hand. pink blankie. i am blown away by the support out there. nothing brings people (mostly moms) together like a lost lovie. you all are so thoughtful.

so here is where we are with the whole blankie ordeal. don't laugh, but the last three nights before i've gone to bed, i've prayed (pleaded) that God would lay on the heart of whoever has pink blankie to just RETURN THE DARN THING ALREADY! no, i prayed that whoever now has the beloved pink blankie would be less fortunate and be so appreciative of their new lovie. no, that wasn't it either. i prayed that either we would find it, replace it, or comfort goo enough that life can go on without it. i know i sound dramatic, but it sounds as though some of you out there know the magnitude of which i speak. this is big. she has cried for naps and nighttime, which makes me sad. really, really sad. and we had a babysitter yesterday morning, so that buz and i could go to big h's christmas program. (post for a later date.) even her babysitter who knows her pretty well said, "it was weird. she just kind of walked around the house most of the morning. like she was looking for you guys. or something else." yeah. blankie. that's what she was looking for.

i've called the mall two or three times every day since the "crime." still nothing. people, it's not turning up. pink blankie, as we know her, is gone.

but there's hope. two glimmers of hope.

one involves "Marino." the giver of pink blankie. one other little claim to fame in the blog world. she just so happens to be big mama's sister. marino is one of my dearest friends. and if you knew her, she would be one of your dearest friends too. we met working at a kamp twelve years ago. in the kitchen. if you knew marino, you would laugh at what you thought was a joke. the part about the kitchen. but that's neither here or there. we've been buddies ever since then. and she has been a rock in my life. when big h was born, she sent him a lovie with his name and birth date on it. he didn't use it for the first two and a half years or so. it sat on his bookshelf making his room sparkle with all the personalization. he found it right around when goo was born. one night, he was scared. we had prayed, told the monsters to go away, etc. nothing was working at this point. and i said, "know what goo does when she's scared? she loves on her blankie. you have a blankie. wanna love on your blankie too? just like goo?" and from then on, dog blankie was a part of his life too.

so to say that marino has played an integral part in our children's emotional security would be a pathetic understatement.

marino has called everyday since the crime wondering if we had a lead. marino knows the pain goo and i have gone through. because her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter has a lovie. and trust me when i say it goes everywhere.

so marino calls me on my cell today with hope in her voice. "i need to send you some pictures. i was looking in my daughter's baby stuff, and i came across a pink bear lovie that resembles goo's. if you think it could possibly be a replacement, i will overnight it." she's serious about goo's well-being. this is the picture.



definitely in the same family.

unlike these.

close but no cigar.

i've been staring at all of these while glued to the internet. who knew there were so many "pink bear lovies" out there? i know goos' only sixteen months old, but she's no dummy. i handed her one in the car yesterday on our way to go pick up big h from school, and i could swear she was either giving me the finger or using some kind of toddler profanity.

so when i saw marino's pictures, i was so hopeful. yeah, she's overnighting it on monday. true friend.

my second glimmer of hope came from my spouse. shocker.

he calls me from work with hope also in his voice. "pretty, i think i may be onto something." (yes, my nickname is pretty. isn't that freaking awesome? wonders for the self-esteem.) okay, proceed. "i found the free cub from the lillian vernon website listed on eBay. so i've emailed the seller asking if there was a pink blankie with the cub." and?

there was.

and she has it.

and after several emails and several waiting on pins and needles hours/days, she's sending it.

overnight.

on monday.

merry christmas to goo approximately one week before. because on tuesday, goo will be getting not one but TWO lovies. the exact replica as well as a sparkling replacement should we find ourselves in a bind.

now, i know what you're thinking. my comment about goo not being born yesterday? so i'm thinking that we wash the eBay one a couple of times so it will smell like our detergent. i mean, i have washed goo's, and she's never had a problem with it. she just makes it her own within a couple of hours anyway.

the funny part of it all. the story she's going to be able to tell when she's old enough to read. and she asks, "mom? why does my pink blankie say Sophie Elizabeth and November 20, 2002?"

ransom

there is mourning at the wisner house.

today, we lost the pink bear blankie.

i know. i can't believe it either. i won't even go into the scene of goo going to sleep tonight. let's just say there was much. crying. loud, pitiful crying.

big h, goo, and i played with some of our favorite friends today at the local mall. we had a wonderful time but probably stayed a little too long. we parted ways. goo fell asleep in her stroller. that has never happened. we went to the car. i put big h in his car seat. getting ready to put goo in hers. knowing she would drift right back to sleep. wait. oh no. seriously, where is the candid camera? this isn't funny. not on the ground. not in her stroller. nowhere in sight. i drive around the parking lot in disbelief. and do the only thing i can do as goo's mommy. get both kids back out of the car and head back into the mall. three o'clock and goo without a nap at this point. we retraced our steps. three times. finally, i broke out in tears. for my goo. i called buz and let him know of the catastrophe. i called the concierge two or twenty-six times. she contacted housekeeping and lost and found. nothing. finally after about an hour or so, i felt like i needed to get them home. but i felt like i was going to betray her if i didn't keep looking. when buz got off work, he headed straight to the mall and looked. for two hours.

i'd like to say that this story has a good ending. but it doesn't. lillian vernon no longer makes pink bear blankie, even though they have it right there on their website.

so this is a reward note: for those patrons who were at the mall today, those housekeeping employees, for those mall employees. please contact me with information re: the pink blankie. there is a 16-month-old girl who is really sad without it. we will pay lots of money. or well, you could just see her face when you give it to her. that will be plenty. i promise.

exciting events at casa de wisner

yes. yes, it did. the rumor came true.

my husband, my knight in shining armour, took the kiddos this morning. and he's coming back home tomorrow afternoon.

the first item on his to do list was to see santa. i've been amazed, now that big h is into santa, at how santa is a much busier person than he was when i was big h's age. i mean, the professional photography. the digital printers at the end of the line so you can have your image printed right then and there. (i mean, i'm distinctly remembering some sweet 70s Polaroids back in the day.) and the lines. oh heavens, the lines. i was determined to only take him once so he wouldn't be confused. so we went to the mall on thursday to play with a friend. we played at the play area, and santa himself just happened to be right next to the play area. convenience. no line. even better. but because i'm a mom of the year nominee, i decide it would be best for all of us to get some lunch so we're all in good moods. lunch complete. off to see santa. still expecting no line. definitely was not expecting santa to be taking his "milk and cookies" break. now, i'll give the guy a break. he has to sit in probably the hottest outfit in all of america from what must seem like sun up to sun down. i understand. a guy's gotta have his milk and cookie break. makes sense. but we show up at 1:10, and his milk and cookie break is from 1-2. how on earth do you explain to a very excited 4-year-old that we have to go home because it's snack time for santa. well, you tell him that tomorrow night is daddy's office christmas party and spouses aren't invited, so we're off for a night play date. i'm crazy. i live on the edge.

we head down to the mall in the heart of the metroplex. we arrive at 4pm. we had called a friend to meet us for dinner between 5 and 530. her son happens to be scared of santa at this point in his little 3-year-old life; hence, the reason we go so early.

this place is incredible. it is a store that is totally designated to having santa. red painted walls. an entire living room setup, complete with massive christmas tree, mantle, and hunter green velour chair for the man himself. seems there is a lot of interest in this santa. seems pretty popular. we don't see him. seems he's having dinner. at this point, big h thinks that all santa does is eat. we take our ticket. we ask the man when we might expect our number to be called.

7:00. SEVEN O'CLOCK!

so after i spit my dr. pepper in his face, i had to break the news to the little man that it appears santa is really popular.

i promise him we will see santa tomorrow. he's thinking i'm the boy who cried wolf. "whatever, mom. that's what you said yesterday."

buz got the honor and privilege of taking big h to see santa this morning. help me figure out my dilemma. can't tell if he had fun or not.

guess so.

so santa is checked off our list of holiday fun things to do. kind of sad i didn't get to be a part of his first santa experience. but i can't think of anyone either would've rather gone with.

the day to myself. how should i spend my time? spent time photographing a friend's kids and nephew this morning. Christmas present for the unsuspecting grandmother. fun.

came home and feverishly cleaned. every room in the house has clean sheets. light bulb in goo's closet that hasn't worked for about 7 months. changed. sippy cup that's been in the sink for a time i'd rather not share. rinsed and finally in the dishwasher. everyone in the house will have clean clothes when the load that's currently drying is complete. ahhh. spent the afternoon with weentrab doing her magic with some of her and my favorite people. what i would give to be weentrab for a day. home for more cleaning and organizing. gave myself until 7, and then it would be dinner time. oh, and dinner time it was. were there 90s love ballads, you ask? yes, there were. and i was even able to combine my love for the love ballad with a little christmas flare.

but darn it if i can't find my lighter. because really, it would be the perfect accessory.

and now that i've finished my dinner, i'm off to take a LLLLOOONNNGGG shower, get comfy in my jammies, sit underneath the covers, address Christmas cards, and watch numerous episodes of DVR'd what not to wear.

it's been an absolute delight to be by myself and get so many things accomplished. but you know what? i miss my posse. a lot. i didn't get to squeeze my little man in his jammies. i didn't get to rock my sweet girl to bed with the smell of her blankie in my face. and i didn't get to cuddle with my buz before drifting off to sleep.

rumor going around

that i might have the night to myself tomorrow night.

like husband and kids staying at my mom's house all day tomorrow, tomorrow night, and sunday morning/afternoon.

like me being in my house for the first time ever without either of my children in approximately four years and two months. i mean, i'm not counting or anything.

just a rumor at this point. but don't think i'm not planning how much of the house i'm going to clean. and how many things i'm going to put away. and how many christmas cards i'm going to finish. and how loud my 90s love ballads are going to play throughout the wisner house.

just a rumor.

(buz, i love you so much i can't see straight.)