A New Holiday

I can't wait to celebrate this with my family. The pixie dust if freely flowing in our home right now. Who want's to join us?

Demands from the Prince

So Prince Erik demanded I get better.  He said he refuses to let me be sick any longer.  I think the laundry and dishes for 8 people have finally got to him.  He’s only been, kind of, doing them for two weeks now and honestly the house looks like a hurricane hit, war zone, jungle overgrowth, you name it.  Not entirely his fault,  I slacked on getting the kids to pitch in, or even clean up their messes when they  made them.

You’d think I was faking or something so I finally hauled my body to the Dr. (for the second time) and the Dr. confirmed I was still sick.  Something about a sinus/respiratory infection.  It helped that I couldn’t stop coughing and still had a fever.   I walked away with several different kinds of medicine and a Dr’s note for my husband that said I could continue to laze about like an overgrown couch potato.  Well the note didn’t quite say that.  Hopefully the meds will kick in fast.

He took his demand for a housekeeper back and is working from home today so he can get the kids off to school and cater to my every whim.  There’s something criminal about kids still being in school with June being almost over.

Honestly I would rather be doing a million things from weeding my secret garden, de-junking and de-germing my house to getting ready for Fairy day  than to be held hostage by a stupid sick bug.  I really don’t like being unproductive. 

And I so wish you could just demand your illnesses away.  And I totally get Prince Erik’s point of view.  If I had to do my job and his too, because he was lying in bed or on the couch reading or playing video games while making obnoxious  phlegm-expelling sounds, it would get old really fast.  I don’t think I’d have his patience.  I’d probably demand he get better too.  Poor guy.  At least we can be grateful that he hasn’t caught whatever it is that attacked me.  Imagine two whining unproductive parents.  Now that would be a nightmare. 

And then she blinked…

Once upon a time one blessed mommy had a very happy and beautiful son named Abner.  He had such wise old soul he knew how to be happy from his very first moments on Earth.  Abner was her first baby and she treasured him from the moment she felt him inside her.  This mommy could feel with every fiber of her being that Abner was a very special spirit.

And before you knew it the mommy was chasing the little boy around fields of imaginations.

Taking him for adventures in lands of pioneers, magic, space and oceans.

 

And he was taking her on adventures of his own too.   They often would visit pirate ships and have sword or saber fights.

 

Soon it was evident that the little boys wise old soul was beyond anything she thought possible.  He even taught himself to play chess at four years old, by watching his Pompa and Princely Dad play.

 

Then before she knew it she was crying as her little blue-eyed boy went to school and she could no longer play the day with him.

and the mom blinked and before she knew what had happened her snuggly little boy had grown…

and grown…

and grown….

so tall that he didn’t quite fit inside his mother’s arms…

well kind of didn’t fit.

Dear sweet little boy Abner.  Your mommy is so proud of you as you graduate High School and can’t wait to see what direction you take as you begin this next grand adventure in your life. 

   

Love you, my sweet pirate, wise soul of a son!

Your Mommy,

Fawndear

Money Talks

But all mine ever says is good-bye!

Oh well, I’m used to it. 

Remember when I tempted fate last fall by saying, ‘Because if I’m really curse then the  repairs will pile up faster than the savings.’   Only to discover how cursed I really was because  within a month me, myself and I: 1.)  put my foot through the roof…

2.) listened to the clothes dryer die a screechy death,

3.) discovered a $22,000 slow leak in the kitchen cause by a stupid dishwasher…

4.) lost the keys to the truck and had another vehicle break down, and

5.)  lost 5 years worth of family photos due to computer fussiness.

6.) Lost a freezer full of food and discovered a mongo leak beneath the master bath.

We guesstimated that we had over $42,000  worth of fix-up’s hit us in one month.  And since then hardly anything has been resolved.

Well guess what?

No nothing new broke down.  Thank goodness.  And yes I’m still washing dishes by hand in our Redneck sink.

However.  Today is a good day.

The work to repair the roof has started.  Only eight months later.  But it has started.

Nasty Rotted excuse for a roof isn’t it.

Can’t wait until it’s done.  Wa-hoo!

Bless Him

In the past three days I’ve done absolutely nothing around the house.  Haven’t picked up one thing off the floor, washed one load of dishes, or laundry for that matter.  Had my drinks delivered too me in bed while reading to my hearts content. 

Why so spoiled?

Maybe because I’m the queen of this house.

Our family has been attacked by the phlegm/fever monster to the Nth degree.

First Hope and Princess succumbed to it’s nastiness.  Gaining double ear infections, pink eye, rampant fever’s and juicy spewing coughs.  It wasn’t long before their chief nurse (Me) caught up with them.  

Does anyone know where we could purchase these here hats?

Prince Erik has been wonderful – taking care of the kids and house.  I’m afraid that he may shortly follow my footsteps because he’s starting to show signs of stuffiness in the head.  Poor Guy!

I pray I’ll feel better soon because there’s an unpleasant aroma leaking out of the laundry room.  And if I can smell it through my stuffy nose it must be bad. 

That and the tender seedling in my garden are  pitifully crying for relief from and slugs and snails that ravage their tender shoots nightly.  And the weeds are threatening to strangle what life is left in their little munched on bodies.

Until then I’ll continue to be a good girl and relax as Dr. Prince Erik has suggested I do.  Hopefully speeding my recovery.

I know, in between wiping my nose and making frequent visits to the master throne room I can relax by visiting a wonderfully soothing blog that Beth at Road To Joy turned me onto called

Button Willow Cottage.

I go there often when I want to connect with my inner Anne-girl.

Another place I love to  take extended brain vacations at is with Vanessa of A Fanciful Twist…

In fact I’m fully intending on joining Vanessa at her upcoming Mad  Tea Party on June 27th.  You should come too.

As you know I’m quite mad already and any excuse to dress wild and crazy with my kids is just too much fun to resist.

And while relaxing with my tissue’s and books in bed I can still dream of someday getting a real spa day.  Until then I be happy if Jodi of Beacon of Hope could get her secret wish.  She wants to win a year of spa days and be Sego Lily Day Spa’s Blogger.  Vote for her to win and at least I can get a vicarious spa day every now and then.  Go HERE and leave a comment for her to win.

O.K. now that I’m feeling totally relaxed except for the stuffy hot-head fit to burst I think I'll find another book to read.  And plan on how to pamper my husband when he falls prey to this vicious illness.

Beware the Trolls.

I’ve discovered the magic of keeping my wandering 3 year old Hope at home. Finally! No amount of time-0uts, stern talks from mom about stranger danger, pleading or railing could keep my little one from inviting herself into Nearly all of our neighbors homes.

And then I figured it out. She’s deathly afraid of Trolls. Thanks to a horrible ‘Earnest Scared Stupid’ movie my boys downloaded on Netflix just for laughs.

I was desperate to keep her in the yard… so with my Young and Gorgeous Counselors blessing … I proceeded to warn her about the horrible trolls that patrol the neighborhood

Opps! No not these kind of hair-raising trolls … but the scary kind – the kind that snatch up young wandering children and chew on their bones.

Well o.k. I left out the bone chewing part. But I did warn her that she must not leave the safety of our yard. I might have mentioned something about Trolls having special magical powers so that sometimes they can look like nice people…yada, yada, yada.

I guess Hope has both feet firmly planted in the wild and crazy land of Imagination because she hasn’t taken off for three weeks. Halleluiah!!!

So… some parents tell their kids about the Easter Bunny, Santa, and Leprechauns. Me – I’m all about Trolls! Fairies too!

The reason our yard is safe – well it’s a Fairy Sanctuary! Like in the Book ‘FableHaven’ (Which I love by the Way – and have read to my kids) by Brandon Mull.

None of the dangerous mythical creatures are allowed in our yard and that includes Trolls. Occasionally I'll let the Twilight vampires and werewolves roam around. Regardless, Hope is safe as long as she sticks close to home.

It appears the tiny fairies can give trolls quite a little zing so they stay clear of the yard. And to keep the fairies happy we are setting up little houses and flower gardens for them all over the yard.

I know I’m getting carried away. But it’s important that she’s safe and this seems to be the one thing that’s keeping her home.

That and I’m having a blast – I love imagination! I’ve not got both feet planted there but I do take an occasional vacation to that magical place. I’m sure when she’s a bit older and understands safety a bit more I’ll fill her in on all the gory details. But until then I’ll let the Trolls live in her imagination too.

And if she does wander off – I may be tempted to get Abner’s friend with a Gilly suit to hide out in the field across the street. Long enough for her to get an eye-full.

Of course I’d scare him off by singing silly songs, waving my magic wand and tossing glitter fairy dust in his direction. On second thought that may put her over the edge, and then I’d have company in my counseling sessions.

Until then I’m rejoicing in the fact that I found a way other than padlocks and GPS locaters to keep Hope at Home.

Music Video Debut

Vote for Abner.  It’s worth it – Trust me.

So my son Abner is at the movie making thing again.  He made his first ever music video for a contest by the musician Matt Brouwer and, like his mom, he waited until the last second to do it.  He used our ancient video camera and dinosaur of a computer to make this little here ditty.  Now comes the mom part.  I want him to win the contest.  Not because I’m his mom (although that may make me biased), but because I think it’s the more creative of the two videos.  And of course I’d love it if he could get the money – you know- less out of my empty pocket to pay for college and all.  So check out his first ever music video and if you feel so inclined vote for him or rate him by picking how many stars you feel he deserves. 

Click on the picture then select the video ‘Come Back Around Music Video’, by abner.

Yep that’s Prince Erik and Hope.  Abner used them as his little actors because that’s all he had available since he waited until the last minute to film.  I think Hope’s awesome.  Makes me want to go play at the park with her. 

Regardless he made this video, recording, editing, special effects and all in around 8 hours.  The boys a genius (mom’s opinion again).  I can’t imagine how awesome his movies could be if he actually put more time in them.

I think my blog slump is about over.  I’ve got oodles and fun posts waiting to pop out for you.  Just have to charge my camera batteries first.  See you soon.

Toodles,

Fawndear