updates

Emma lost her first tooth. Dylan has taken his first steps. Addy has exhausted her mommy's patience. Brennon has smelled his friends shoes (well they had to compare to see whose was the stinkiest).New Haircut for the shoe smelling boy.

Mastering the Pincer Grasp.

Where in the world

I know your all wondering whats happened to me. I am sure you've been anxiously awaiting that next blog..."What is going on in that crazy nelson household, I am sure Brennon has started preschool, I am sure Dylan has done something amazing, Emma must be enjoying school..right?, And Addy well she must have done something obnoxious and or embarrassing but where is the blogging about it all?" Well, people your right and I'll get to all that soon. And I apologize for leaving you in such painful and yearning agony. But let me sum up this week with a picture.
I'm drowning in a sea of laundry that never diminishes and yes in the back you can see some jars. I have been canning peaches. So there ya go. That's where I am.

Random

If a 2 year old is pretending her watermelon seed is her baby, its a good idea to go along with it. If the 2 year old wants a cheerio to give to her watermelon seed baby, its a good idea to give it to her.

Part of the battle is won

So my dear friend Renee, I was beginning to think I should take one of your sons to switch out my light bulb. Until, well, I WON I WON I WON!!! WHOOHOOO...Yup, Jim changed the light bulb. He finally reached up with those overly long arms of his, gave me a "look" and completed the task. Therefore, the light bulb in the hallway is working. Well, I should say the light bulb in the upstairs hallway is working. The light bulb in the downstairs hallway is now burned out. Oh and in the boys bedroom. Hmmmmm maybe I will need to give you a call.

First Day of First Grade

4 pkgs #2 pencils sharpened

1 box 24 crayola crayons

1 zipper pencil pouch or pencil box

2 pink pearl erasers

1 pr small fiskar round tip scissors

2-2 pocket vinyl folders

1 spiral notebook (wide ruled)

6 glue sticks

2 large boxes of Kleenex

1 box snack (monthly)

6 reams white photocopy paper per student

2 bottles of Elmer's school Glue

1 large roll paper towels

1 box Clorox wipes

A-L 1 box Gallon size zip lock baggies

M-Z 1 box sandwich size zip lock baggies

1 ruler with inches and centimeters

1 box of antibacterial wipes

$9 for weekly reader subscription and technology fee

$10 per child or $20 per family security fee

NO MARKERS OR COLORED PENCILS NEEDED

*1 box 24 crayola crayons (for art class)

NO ROLLING BACKPACKS, PLEASE

And most importantly.....a beautiful sweet little girl to go with all of that!

Damper Day

Emma starts school next Wednesday. Dylan is working on 2 more teeth. I haven't posted his latest and greatest pictures. I haven't posted Emma's birthday pics either. But really the damper is this...have you noticed its getting darker earlier?

Catch Phrase

So I am sure you've all heard it. But now I'm using it. The other night while watching the TV I saw an add for an upcoming new show. I wasn't completely paying attention until I heard the girl say "I'm a trophy wife". I had to laugh and now I'm claiming it. So if I meet someone new and they ask. Or if I feel witty enough to actually place it in writing if the need ever arises. I am saying/writing "I'm a trophy wife". Yeah I have some dents and scratches. Often times food particles from a young child wiped on me. My shiny gleam reflecting more fingerprints then the on lookers image. I may be less of a trophy and more of an old tin can. Perhaps I prefer to be the tin can. I can imagine it has more uses then the trophy. I would prefer to give a drink to the thirsty. A home to a plant. Anything rather then just sit there and look pretty. Who am I kidding? Who wants to actually SAY I am a tin can. Nah, I'll stick with the trophy wife phrase.

And tonights kicker is...

So Jim and I have had the fun poking at each other argument over the light in the hallway. What I am saying is, the light bulb in the hallway needs to be changed. Its been burnt out now for well over a month. I'll do something like go to turn on the light switch out of habit and of course nothing. So then I'll be obnoxious flicker the switch super fast and make a face at my husband and groan. To which he will reply. "well, get your stool and change it" (because I am so short and he apparently specially handpicked and purchased a nice stool which sits unused in my laundry room, that's a whole other issue). My argument on the other hand is mostly that he can just reach up and do it. That and the fear of a dead bug falling out on me from pulling off the cover is more than I want to deal with.

Anyway tonight Emma is heading down the small hallway to the bathroom turns around finds her dad and says something like "dad you need to change the light because it kinda makes me scared when its so dark"

And Jim's witty reply was "Emma I'm trying to teach you courage".
Really Jim... is that really whats going on here? hmmm...

The more you know

S is for Snake. A prairie rattle snake is still a rattle snake even without its rattle. A prairie rattle snake is a poisonous rattle snake. Once someone (me) is told to come look at the snake husband found in the backyard, they (me) are not so likely to venture out there again. At least until its time to build snowmen. And even then my irrational brain will still tell me to be on the lookout.

recovery

We arrived at 7:45 am. by 9:30 emma was wheeled through the double door, her tiny little self on a big bed wide awake and holding on to her precious "piggy". We were told we couldn't be with her when they put her under the anesthesia. That was about the only time I saw her look afraid. She did super well. I told you I sometimes under estimate her strength. And wow, did I ever. This little girl of mine has not shed a single tear over her eye surgery or pain. She has not complained to us once about it. The most she has said so far was in the middle of the night last night when daddy woke her to give her some medicine. She simple whispered "daddy they hurt". Of course they hurt, her eye has been cut into, a muscle cut and stitched back into place. Of course they hurt my sweet little girl, and I am so very sorry. The hardest part at this point in time is the thick goopy medicine that has to be applied 3x a day. That she'll cry over.

That I would cry over. Thank you all for your prayers. We have all felt them. We have all needed them.