I hate science projects

So, it's science project time. And excuse the digression but who knew there was such a fad among girls now to do all of their science experiments on the effectiveness of various lotions, creams, etc.? It has surely become the photosynthesis experiment of its time....

Anyhoo, here it is, the night before it's due, and I am just now proof reading Mady's content for her project. And yes, I am saying the same thing to myself that I did back when it was actually my science project that I was working on. WHY DID I WAIT TILL THE LAST MINUTE?

Mind you, the actual experiment was done last week. The packet was even done last week. However, the putting it together didn't make it past the fact that I have SIX KIDS all talking to me at the same time with comments like, "Mommy, I poopy." and "do I have to do my chores today?" to "Why can't I have a cell phone?" and back to "Mommy, D's poopy."

The fact that I actually completed all of my secondary education and yet am doing it all over again times each of the six children has me feeling a little cross-eyed right now.

The short hair

So, here it is-the short hair. I seriously feel about ten pounds lighter! I thought I would throw in a couple of other pics for fun. (Clearly Liza wasn't feeling the love when we decided to take the family pic at Bridgette's baptism. What can you do...) Enjoy!

A day in the life

Yes, this pretty much sums it up. And currently my son is sitting on the floor of the kitchen feeding the dog his toast.

I've been tagged

Ok, so I was tagged a full month ago and never got around to listing the five things about me that people don't know. The truth is, I have no surprises. Nonetheless, here it is...

1) I hate reheated poultry-especially in the microwave. I think it has a funny taste. Any leftover chicken or turkey will be eaten cold by me.
2) I get tremendous satisfaction from getting stains out of clothes. I have ample opportunity to do this, which is a bonus. Too bad my satisfaction does not extend to the folding and putting away of the clothes.
3) I'm afraid of heights. It's not a crippling fear, but it's there. So, I went to the top of the Empire State Building, but was not thrilled about it.
4) The song "Sometimes When We Touch" by Dan Hill evokes such agitation and annoyance in me that I can feel myself become almost physically ill/violent. I HATE that song.
5) I love to cook for people. This one is no surprise but I thought I would throw it in anyway. I love having people over to my house for a big meal.

So, that's it! I have nothing left to hide.

Isn't he lovely?

Quite often Brad and I entertain ourselves with crazy conversations about which one of us is better at a certain task or skill. The personal resume that we give each other contains hyperbole after hyperbole of our particular skill set. These conversations usually end with me talking loudly, flailing my hands, and Brad doubling over in a laughing fit, completely unable to speak. Good times indeed.

I bring this up simply because I must occasionally give up the fight and give him credit for being the fantastic husband (and friend) that he is to me. He can work 10+ hours a day (for days on end) and still come home and willingly help me out with the continual domestic madness. He does dishes, changes diapers, runs errands and referees children. Plus, he shows me genuine sympathy when my Yankees dissapoint me and lose in the first round. That is a good man.

On top of all of this, Brad just spent all three of his days off last week with my ex-husband, who was in town to visit Mady. He not only entertained him but truly showed interest in his well being. I believe that Scott left with a desire to be a better person for the time he spent with Brad.

So, could I be luckier? I don't think so.

Although, out of sheer pride, he will never beat me in soccer.

Liza learning to twirl

My favorite part of the video? Hearing my mom laugh.

Here come the terrible twos...

So, everyone keeps asking me why the blog is so sporadic. Well, this young lady would be why.

She woke up about two weeks ago as a completely different child. I don't know if I am going to survive all of the following:

• climbing into sinks with the water running


• grabbing handfuls of the sauce that I am making with dinner and sucking it down while it drips on the floor


• taking endless amounts of cereal out of the pantry and dumping it on my kitchen floor


• using the dog as a step stool


• trying to "hug" Daniel until he screams


• crying at anything and everything at the TOP of her lungs while screaming "No, NO, mommy!"

Ok, ok, to be fair, she has her cute and funny moments, too.

• She loves to have Grandpa pretend like he is sleeping so that she can kiss him and wake him up.


• Anytime she wants you to move she says ,"Beep, beep" instead of "excuse me".


• She has the best look of surprise. Any time she sees or hears something new she looks like Mccully Culkin on Home Alone with the mouth open and the eyes wide. It's very cute.


• She will sing little songs to me. I have no idea what she's saying, but she'll do it over and over again if I ask her to.


• She loves her siblings. She asks about them all day long while they are at school. Also, she loves to have Daniel follow her to her room so that they can play. She'll stand in the hallway and say, "D, play. D, PLAY."


• She loves church. As we pull into the parking lot she says, "YEAH, YEAH!"


• She gives me butterfly kisses.

So, forgive me if the blog is not current. I'm tending my babies, and babies don't keep.