August 24, 2009

The Easter Sea-Bird Is Not Safe!

My husband is addicted to the weather channel. He watches “Local on the 8s” at least five times a day, and studies the precipitation, cloud patterns and formations, and the forecasts so seriously (as if he’ll be quizzed on it later). He says he just likes to be prepared for the changing weather each day.

Sometimes the weather channel airs the segment called Storm Stories, or will give briefings on current storms, such as the recent news of Hurricane Bill on the eastern seaboard.

I don’t remember what day it was (Friday, or Saturday, perhaps?), but I came upstairs after changing the laundry from the washer to the dryer, and Doug and Dawson were glued to the weather channel. Dawson looked at me with panic on his face and said, “MOM! We CANNOT go swimming because of Herr-Cane Bill! He’s dangerous! There are rip tides that can sweep you into the ocean and you can drown!”

Doug was fighting laughter, I was absolutely stunned at my son’s ability to pay attention to such details, and Dawson continued with his warning.

“The Easter sea-bird is NOT SAFE, Mom. Not safe AT ALL! Do you hear me!?”

And then I fainted. The boy is too smart, too hilarious, for me.

Easter sea-bird. I am still cracking up over that.

April 24, 2009

Stop the Fun-der!

We’re having some goofy weather this morning.  I awoke at 5:00 a.m. to an unnaturally pink sky.  The sun was out, but the combination of pink, orange and yellow brought back memories of tornado skies.  Shortly after that the sun decided to hide and a dark blue sky appeared to the north, signaling rain was on the way.

At 6:00 a.m. the thunder began to rumble.  Lightning soon followed.  I was trying to work, but I’ve have this fascination with lightning.  I also have an irrational fear of it, too.  I unplugged the laptop and worked soley on battery power.

Then the sun decided to peek out for a second or two.  She left as quickly as she appeared.  Cloudy skies moved in, the thunder and lightning continued and at 7 a.m. -ish, the rain began.

It’s always so neat to hear the sound of heavy rain on the roof.  With no television or radio on, I heard the splattering and looked out the livingroom window.   At that moment thunder crackled and a bolt of lighting shot through the sky.  I leaped to the other side of the room.  I’m not in the mood to be electrocuted this morning.  Maybe next week. (Ha…)

Dawson woke up a minute later.  He came into the room, looked out the window and cried, “STOP the FUN-der!” in the same tone that Susan Powter exclaims, “Stop the Insanity!”

I started to giggle.

“Mumma, fun-der is not funny!  It’s scary!  No laughing!”

I’m still laughing when I think about it.  That boy of mine can make even the rainy days better.

March 5, 2009

Cabin Fever Randomness

I’ve been missing for a few days because poor little Dawson has an ear infection.  It started on Monday when I realized he was sick again, but didn’t figure out that it wasn’t just another cold until he kept saying, “what?” whenever I said anything to him.  Coupled with the fact that he was whiny, clingy and not sleeping well, I knew something was up and took him to the doctor.

Turns out he probably had the ear infection for a week or more and I just didn’t know.  I’m waiting for Dr. Phil to knock on my door and tell me I’m a terrible mother.  I felt like total shit, but after getting a prescription for some pink goop that Dawson refused to take willingly, I’d say I’ve been given a fair punishment.

After four days of medicine (amoxicillan), Dawson is feeling better, but I’m wiped out.  Yes, I’m still sleeping a lot.  And after talking to my sweet bloggy friend, I now realize pregnancy induced narcolepsy is a real thing.  I was just trying to be funny in my last post (because I still think it’s INSANE that I’m so damn tired…STILL), but now I feel like a total dork.

The weather is on the warm side today, it’s somewhere in the high 30′s-low 40s and I hope it stays this way.  I’m so over winter.  I’m sick of the stuffy noses, the dry skin, the gloomy days and I really think I need a good dose of sunshine to cure my winter blahs.  Also, Dawson keeps talking about how he wants the sun to come out and melt all the snow so that he can ride his bike.

I think the poor kid has cabin fever.  I do, too.

Hurry up, Spring!

January 9, 2009

Winter Daydreams

It’s winter in Wisconsin.  Winter here equals snow, sleet, ice and salt.  Yes, salt.  For the roads, silly.  And it’s cold outside.  Dreadfully cold.  Below zero temperatures.  Are you shivering yet?  Grab a blanket. Bundle up.  Hat, mittens, boots, heavy coat.  Baby, it’s cold outside.

A smart person would avoid all this freezing weather and take a vacation.  Bahamas?  Acapulco?  Take your pick.  Me?  I’m dreaming of a long stay on a deserted island.   (You know, because I haven’t got the money to fly south for the winter.)

(Photo by Aaron Escobar)

Oh, what a wonderful thought.  No whining children.  No demands for juice and cookies.  No chores.  No one making a mess that I’ll have to clean up.  No crazy people.  Well, other than me, I mean.  No television.  No internet.  Wait!  No internet?  Okay.  No internet.

(photo by StGrundy)

Just me on a sandy beach surrounded by warm water.  I can picture myself sitting under a coconut tree, reading all the books that are piled up next to my night stand — with no interruptions.

Or, I could bring a journal and just write.  Write like I used to, on actual paper, with a pencil.

Ooh.  I could sleep all day and no one would disturb me to ask ridiculous questions.

And I could swim in the ocean for as long as I wanted, without worrying about children drowning because there are no children on my island.

And I could wear my swimming suit without a shirt over it, because no one else is on my sandy beach.  Hell, I could even swim in the buff.  I haven’t done that since high school.

Sounds perfect doesn’t it?  I can almost feel the warm breeze on my face.

Oh, wait.  That’s just the furnace kicking on.

Yeah…  It’s cold in Wisconsin.