Archive for September, 2009

Morning glory

September 29, 2009

This morning I woke up to drag myself to the gym before work. I am lucky enough to now be working from home with a reduced schedule of 30 hours a week. I’m able to go to the gym for an hour and still be back home by 7:30am. When I get home Mike can leave for work and then I shower, get the kids ready and drop them off at school. I am spoiled for having this schedule. Although, at the moment I don’t feel spoiled. I feel sore. Even typing this is making the muscles (or lack thereof) in my arms hurt. Perhaps I should have mentioned that I’ve only been going to the gym for three days now. It’s painfully obvious to me and my body that I haven’t been to a gym in over a year…or seven. Ok, sorry, back to this morning and how it was so different than most. I came in from the gym and both of the kids were still asleep at 7:30am which is a major rarity in the Sly household. I started making their lunches when I began to hear little voices. It took me a few minutes to realize that I wasn’t hearing the TV yet and that’s typically the first thing they do when they wake up. They sit on the couch and zone out for a few minutes while they wake up. Not today though. After about ten minutes I went to see what they were doing and why they were being so quiet. I followed their low voices down the hall and found them in the “office”.

**Keep in mind, we’re in the throws of changing Michael’s old room into an office for me so the kids are sharing Marian’s room. I reference this because of the amount of junk you will see when you view the picture below.

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She’s helping him play a game on Webkinz! How cute is that? I love their bed head. It’s nothing compared to my bed head and for that they should be very thankful. The TV never didget turned on this morning. They went from this to eating breakfast, getting dressed, brushing teeth and then playing house until it was time to leave for school. They were both bummed to have to stop playing together and I quickly assured them that the good times could resume this afternoon when they returned from school. This was a great start to the day and one that I want to be sure to remember, especially when they are sulking teenagers that hate their parents and each other. I’ll make them read this post over and over until they hug it out and profess their love for each other (and their super awesome mom).


Paranoid pooch

September 28, 2009

I think that Murphy the dog has some schizophrenic tendencies. When we got him in March he was the most wonderful, mellow puppy. We couldn’t believe how lucky we got. We could keep him off leash 95% of the time, he would listen to us, he rarely if ever barked and he was a great snuggler. The only thing I found odd about him was how paranoid he was when I took him for walks. It was like he thought he was being followed. Maybe he owed a bookie some money? He was constantly looking around and jumping at every little noise. If it was windy out I wouldn’t even bother with a walk. I knew all the lawn flags and leaves would make him crazy. Aside from this little quirk though, he was perfect. In August Michael got a life-sized poster of Miguel Cabrera for his birthday. We never did get to hang it up. Every time we tried Murphy would lose his mind howling and barking at it. He must have thought Cabrera was going to come to life and smother him with his baseball mitt. Being who we are, we thought this was very comical and thus it became entertainment for our guests. We would bring out the poster and pretend to hang it up while Murphy put on his show. Needless to say, the poster had to be thrown away after being put up and taken down 27 times. A few weeks ago I brought a big balance ball home from my office. This too Murphy treated as an aggressive attacker intent on killing his family. The ball remains in a closet. In the basement. This past weekend Murphy really kicked it up a notch though. I’m working from home now so the kids are sharing a room to allow for a home office in Mikey’s old room. We painted their new room a bright green to match the bed covers. Once it was all done it looked great, very bright, but good…ish (it’s REALLY bright). Murphy started his alarmed barking and we couldn’t figure out what he was barking at. We thought it was something in the hallway. But, no, it’s the walls. He’s afraid of the paint. On the walls. The paint on the walls!! After two days of not being able to escape the walls (they do hold the house up, ya know) he has conquered at least one of his phobias. As you can see below, he’s in said room and isn’t barking. Murphy is still a better dog than I could have asked for but he has some really weird issues. I guess if nothing else he fits in with our strange bunch!

Forgot to mention that he's a handsome dude

Forgot to mention that he's a handsome dude