Turning 41 January 31, 2006

(mined from the email sent box)

I did, in fact, have a great birthday.  Other than being depressed about it.  I really wasn’t done dealing with the trauma of 40 yet…  now I’m not “just turned 40″.  Now I’m “in my forties”.  Oy.  That’s way worse.  (No, I’m not aging gracefully…)

It’s wonderful to have a birthday on a weekend – I should try to arrange that every year.  I slept in till 10 (well, intermittently, being awakened each time a scrap broke out)  When I got up there were a bunch of packages on the counter with cards for me.  Of course, the boys opened everything for me.  My new robot (it’s not a vacuum cleaner, dammit!  DH insists on calling it one) is cleaning my bedroom as I type.  Sadly, my housekeeping skills are such that it has already “abandoned the mission” once and needed to be reset.  Hopefully, with more regular use it will be able to complete its missions w/o requiring interference.    (I just like referring to cleaning as “its mission”).  I’ll be anxiously awaiting the release of the bathroom cleaning attachment.  And the toy picking up attachment…

I also got this cool purple snakeskin key chain photo holder that I’d put on my list for Xmas and forgotten about so that was nice.  I always feel like a lame mother when people ask if I have pics of the kids (like in my wallet or whatever) and I never do.  So now I will.    And DS1 was so cute / sweet when I was opening stuff (or sitting there while they did…) he grabbed all the cards and ran off saying he wanted to do something to them first.  So, he comes back a bit later with the cards which have clearly been opened and reclosed.  When I open each one (which DH had the boys write in
themselves – they were so proud of themselves) there’s a dollar from DS1’s piggybank in the ones from DH and
DS2&3.  Then there was a dollar and a bunch of change in the one from DS1.  LOL.  They all got money in cards
from a few relatives for their birthday and it was a big deal so I guess he thought my cards should have some money
in them, too.  DS3 then informed me that now I could get a toy at the toy store too. 

Other highlights of the day were a *nap*  (yup, I slept in AND had a nap!!), DH completing the laundry, a really yummy
chocolate cake delivered from Buca [...] and dinner at out where the kids all behaved pretty well.   They have a margarita that was on special.  It knocked me out.  I laid down at 9 and was OUT.

So, I guess the theme of the day was sleep interspersed by chocolate.

Deductive reasoning of a 6 y.o. January 3, 2006

(from the email sent folder)

This is just a DS1 funny… I like to say that I’m the queen of the castle (by virtue of being the only female in the house).  He gets annoyed with me when I say this.  So, I tease him with it a lot. 

The other day I said something about it and he says “mom, you *not* a queen because if you *were* a *queen* you would have a castle (that last part is spoken in the “duh” tone of voice – for effect).

So, I told him I do have a castle.  That our house is my castle.  He’s quiet for a minute with a look on his face that says “that’s not right”.  Then he says it can’t be a castle because it doesn’t have a moat.