Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Musings From Natalie #154

This past weekend Steve, Nat and I enjoyed the sunshine while strolling the neighborhood. (Nevermind that tonight temps in St. Louis are supposed to dip down to the mid 20's). In any case the walk served to stir up her creative juices and she has some new material...

Hey Mom! Wanna hear some new jokes I made up?
What does a flower call its friend?
I don't know, what?
His bud-dy!

What is a frog's favorite flower?
A crocus!

Our neighbor's yard - covered in a blanket of beautiful purple crocus.

Monday, February 5, 2018

Deep Thoughts From Noah #88

Sometimes having a conversation with Noah can be difficult...most of our convos involve him re-enacting a segment from a movie or show. Or, he's asking me to listen to him mimic a cartoon character. However, recently, he's started asking me to play "Would you rather?" His pairings are often both interesting and creative and lead to better communication between the two of us.  I feel hopeful each time we play. Below are some of his recent ones...

Would you rather drown in hot lava or quick sand?

Would you rather be a mermaid or a bouncer?

Would you rather work at The Crusty Crab or The Chum Bucket?

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Deep Thoughts From Noah #87

St. Louisans know temperature is temporary. In a span of a few hours numbers can fluctuate 40 degrees. While driving Noah to school he listened to the radio announcer share how the 55-60 temps we've been enjoying the last couple of days will soon be dipping into the 20' which Noah exclaimed, "What?! That's harassment!"

I loathe cold weather, however, I've never thought to call Mother Nature out on her offensiveness in that way...which made me want to put his thought into a sentence

Dear Mother Nature

I find your lack of temperature stability offensive. Please stop harassing St. Louisans.

Thank you.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Deep Thoughts From Noah #86

School morning rush (though I seem to be the only one in the house moving...Noah is taking his time to enjoy his daily, 3 course breakfast while Natalie is staring off into space -- trying to wake up.)

Noah: "Mom, would you sit with me?"
Me: "Honey, I have to get ready."
Natalie: "Mahhhmmm -- please sit with me."
Me: "You guys need to get up earlier. I don't have time now.  I need to get dressed and fix my hair and put on my make-up."
Noah: "But, Mom...God doesn't care about that."

(I win...again)

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Biography poem

On his last day of school before Christmas break Noah was asked to clean out his desk. He brought home a slew of old homework sheets for me to view and toss ...but this one seemed more of a keeper.

Happy, friendly, dramatic
Brother to Natalie
Lover of Star Wars, gaming and piano
Feels awesome, cool and crazy
Needs chocolate, friends and guidance
Gives hugs, compassion and advice
Fears bugs that look scary
Hopes for world peace
Resides in Shrewsbury, Missouri

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Musings From Natalie #153

With school out and St. Louis temps in the teens Noah and Natalie have spent a lot of time indoors together. Sometimes too much togetherness can lead to squabbles while other times they seem to appreciate one another.

"Hey, Mom -- Noah is kind of like a toy.  If you give him a little squeeze -- he farts."

Christmas 2017 Wrap-Up

Just three days after Christmas and my tree and decorations were packed and put away. I love the holiday season -- watching classics like White Christmas and National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, listening to crooners Bing Crosby and Andy Williams on the "all Christmas" stations, but after a month of baking (and eating!) countless peanut butter blossoms and agonizing over the purchase of "perfect gifts", I'm ready for something new.

Recently I saw an allergist. It had been more than 20 years since I have seen a specialist for my asthma and allergies. According to my testing I'm allergic to the outside world (grasses, trees, hay, molds, ragweed) and animals -- anything with fur from hamsters to horses. Grr.

Animal allergies are toughest because most people have pets. Typically after I've visit a friend who has a cat or dog - I go home and get into a shower because my ears and eyes are itchy and I'm beginning to cough and wheeze. My kids are also expected to strip and shower after visiting friends who have pets.

What a pain.

For years Natalie has been researching furry things. She has spent countless hours reading books, researching online and making her own slide show reports about "excellent pets for people with cat/dog allergies" -- gerbils...hamsters...guinea pigs...rabbits and rats.


Last year we got two gerbils and while Noah loves to feed them and talk to them. They really don't like to be held and frequently bite. Not much of a pet.

In the spring we almost got a bunny. Natalie found a local rabbit rescue -- we visited, I held some and interestingly enough -- didn't react to their fur. I returned a week later to begin "Bunny Training 101" and while sitting through a lecture on proper nutrition and cage selection began sneezing and coughing like crazy. It seems although the rabbit fur did not immediately affect me -- the hay they feed them does.

Natalie spent weeks reading everything she could get her hands on about rats because she had read somewhere "they were really just like little dogs".

"Mom, please read this book. It's really good."


Sometimes I'd find little post-it notes on our door handles or my bedside table with things for me to ponder...

"A pet would allow me to learn responsibility."

"Rats are really clean animals."

"How long will you have your allergies?"

This year for Christmas my gift to the kids was to begin rush immunotherapy (one half day session equals six months worth of shots) in hopes that we may add a doggie to our home this summer.

Natalie reading her "Santa" letter and trying to take in that she may soon have a pooch to call her own.

Brian and Steve sizing up the prizes.
Alicia chose a jar of Steve's homegrown pickled peppers as her Bingo prize.
They aren't that hot...wait for it.
Nat's wins the moose this year.