Lizzy-isms

People tell me all the time I should write a book full of "Lizzy-isms". If I had a dollar for everytime I've been told that, I'd be a millionaire. But, that hasn't happened, and I haven't written that Lizzy book. Yet. I have started scribbling down "Lizzy-isms", and just ran across a scrap of paper full of them in my purse. Here are the best "Lizzy-isms" of the past few weeks:

• Lizzy, Morgan and I went to a wedding. We were sitting in the pew, waiting for the ceremony to begin when a lady we didn't know sat down beside us. I smiled at her, Lizzy started talking to her. Her opening line... "Hi. I look beautiful." No self esteem issues here.
• On the way home from that wedding, I pulled over on the side of the road to calm a screaming Morgan. While I was getting her settled down, Lizzy got out of the van to "stretch". The next thing I heard was Lizzy yelling "That looks like a snake!". I freaked out a little, then realized "that" was not a snake at all.. Lizzy had pulled down her pants, and pooped.
• Lizzy has had weddings on the brain lately. And motorcycles. She told me "When my grow up and my get married ten times. But only five of those husbands can ride on my sparkly motorcycle though".
• Last week Sheena and I took the kids to Minnesota for a quick vacation before school started. We stopped at Target to buy some really important video games for Jake. Sheena and I decided to get Starbucks while we were there. Lizzy offered to hold Sheena's bag while she got her coffee. Sheena thanked her. Lizzy replied, "You're welcome. Maybe you pay me five dollars?". Sheena laughed, and said no. Lizzy responded, "Maybe three dollars?".
• I have to remind Lizzy to wash her hands everytime she goes to the bathroom. Apparently she's listenng. She told me "My found an easy way to not be sick. Just wash your hands with soap for five minute. I saw that on tv." Ok, so maybe it's not me. Anyway, she's learning to wash her hands. I consider that a success.
• Lizzy is having tough time sharing. I told her to share with Jorja, and she replied "I am sharing. All by myself."
• I have no privacy. Seriously, I haven't peed in peace for years. And there's usually an audience when I'm getting dressed too. I need to get the lock on my bedroom door fixed. Lizzy walked in on me getting dressed the other day and commented "My like your fat boobies, Mom". Gotta get that lock fixed.
• A few Saturdays ago it was just Brad, the little girls and me home so we went out for supper. Clam diggers were on special, so Brad and I each ordered one. Lizzy wanted a drink, but of course we told her no and explained there was booze in there and she has to wait until she's 21 to have booze. The next day, she was telling people how much her mom loves booze. Nice.

There are so many more Lizzy-isms. I could write all night. Instead, I think I will put the computer away, and go snuggle with my Lizzy. Because those snuggles are the best thing ever.... coming in a close second, the always entertaining Lizzy-isms!

The Numbers Don't Lie

I am not a numbers person. Numbers scare me. I am not good at math. I can't balance a checkbook (I used to be able to do that, but I apparently lost that skill in childbirth) My kids know better than to ask me for help with math homework. Yet, I am amazed by numbers. I think it's because they scream "organization" and "routine", two things I absolutely love, and wish I had more of. I also love numbers because so often, it is numbers that tell the true story. So, for the past few weeks, when I haven't been writing, I've been keeping track of numbers.... and I've discovered, the numbers don't lie....

• 993.3 - the number of miles I drove last weekend... in three days... with five kids and just one other adult. Sheena and Jorja rode with my four kids and me to Minnesota for the weekend. We spent time at Chrissy's, went to the Minnesota Zoo, where we met two of my favorite neices and one of my favorite sisters-in-law, and ate at Olive Garden (thanks to my dentist for the $20 gift card, I could afford to take the kids there!). We came home in one piece, I survived on Diet Coke and beer (thanks Shane) and I think Sheena and I are still friends. We made millions of memories, and I survived with only one injury (Jake kneed me in the leg...hit a vein and lef the biggest bruise I've ever seen.. I just tell people you should see my son!)
• One - the number of school days complete in this school year. I kind of feel like a bad mom for being so excited about today. It's the routine. I love it. But I do have a little guilt about not even driving my kids to their first day... I had to be to work early, so I made them get dressed, took a picture in our usual spot on the front step (I have never been allowed to take pictures of them at school....soooo embarassing!), then I left for work, and they finished getting ready before walking to school. It's only one mile, but it was the first day of 6th and 4th grade....oh well, they survived. Supposedly they didn't even fight on the walk. I'm not sure I believe them. And, in keeping with my mother of the year pursuit, not only did I make them walk to school, I was late picking them up this afternoon! Oops.
• 19 - the number of hours I've already put in at work this week. I know that doesn't seem like a lot to those of you who work full-time, but for my part-time gig, it's just one hour away from being out of hours. How the heck did that happen? I've been so busy this week I didn't even realize I'd been working that much, until I filled out my time sheet today (in a nice, organized way... just like I like it!) The good news is, I probably get to leave work early tomorrow. But add to those 19 hours all the hours I put in organizing a PTO open house, and it's through the roof. I think the open house was a success, but there are over 800 left over ice cream cups and close to 300 extra bottles of water and I haven't had more than five hours of sleep in the past week.... but still, it was actually kind of fun. You know why? Because I'm a nerd, and actually like organizing big events like that.
• 50 - the number of pounds I keep thinking I'd like to lose. I have some motivation now... Brad and I get to go to Hawaii in March. I should really get motivated...
• 22 - the number of M&M's I just ate. I should probably not buy them anymore, or I'll never lose those 50 pounds.

I'm not sure what these numbers say, other than my mind works in really strang ways. I'm actually ok with that. And while this has been a super, crazy, overscheduled few weeks, I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. I am happy to do things for my kids, even if that means spending my free time doing volunteer work. People constantly say to me "I don't know how you do it". I want to say, "do what?". I'm just living my life. It's no big deal. Yes, I have four kids. Yes, I work part time. Yes, my husband works crazy long hours. Yes, my kids are busy with activities (just football and basketball right now... piece of cake!). Yes, life is crazy, and it may be another 18 years before I get the organization and routine I crave so much, but that's ok. I am so thankful to have these four blessings who make me smile, scream, and laugh every single day. If you ask me, the numbers say life is good. And, the numbers don't lie.