I had an interesting situation happen when I was driving the other day. Needless to say it has happened more than once. This time it struck me as strange.
I was putting along and there were some teenagers in the road. In my day (makes me sound so old I know) we would have moved to the side and the car could have proceeded. I came up behind them, they looked at me and kept walking. WHAT? I know these teens and have never had a problem with them before. Then I proceeded to try to get around them and I was shot a look of…”I know you can’t touch me and if you do I’ll sue you BUTT and my parents will kick you while you’re down.”
What has happened? What has happened to respect? What has happened to the fear of if you don’t behave your parents will be informed and it will be the clinker for you?
Another incident happened about a month ago. Some kids up the street were throwing a party while their parents were out of town. It was VERY loud. No biggie to me except Hula Boy really wanted to know what was happening and he was suppose to be asleep. My other neighbors called me and asked if I knew what was up. I suspected parents out of town. They called the police. They were upset.
Yesterday the parents of those teenagers came and gave my neighbor the what for because their son was put into jail for possession of drugs (he’s 16 mind you) and it would not have happened if the party would have been left alone. Oh and here’s the good one, they were upset because of their son’s response to the police they were given a citation for his behavior. They will have to pay $200.00. They told my neighbor that he was in the wrong and that they were going to take him to court over this. Thank heavens they are moving!
It’s times like these that I am afraid. Afraid that my children will grow up and be just like them. I don’t think they will because no matter if our child is in the right or in the wrong we err on the side of moral and right when it comes to discipline. There are no excuses for bad behavior. Yet the fear of the unknown teen years is frightening. And I was stressing about 2 year olds the other day! They have nothing on a lot of teens these days.

Yesterday Hula Hubby’s grandfather passed away. We have been a little busy with phone calls and such. Saturday is his funeral.
When Hula Hubby and I first got married I heard stories of his grandparents. On one side of the family his grandfather was already gone. He had gone in a tragic accident years ago. This was his only living grandfather. I asked him what his memories were of his grandfather and he gave me an interesting list.
When HH was a child his grandparents had a place that was a huge store front. They made it into their home. It had enough room to make a great dash from one end to the other.
His grandfather did carpet installation . So from those rolls of carpet he would have the large tubes left over. He notched a hole in each end to make it like a Lincoln Log. They finally had enough to build great forts. You could stack them and make a great place to play.
I think this might be why HH has such a great affection for making Lincoln Logs for the nephews. (this year it will be Genuine Boy’s turn but we’re not telling him!! *snicker) It brings him pleasure to make logs out of blocks of wood where the creations are endless. It also takes him back to his childhood.
He and Grandpa shared a love for collecting old money. He got him Christmas gifts of collectible coins. It was something else they had in common.
So if I do not post for a day, do not be alarmed. There will be plenty of company to keep us busy!

“The Terrible Twos” is very common talk around our house. Mainly because two has not been so terrible. With Hula Girl we had the Terrible two and three quarters and now I think we are finally entering that stage with Hula Boy. This would be correct considering he will be 3 next week.
Hula Boy has always been spirited but not necessarily willful. He has been chatty and talkative but not screaming and yelling in an inconsiderate manner. Will I survive this stage again? I sure am questioning that today.

We were at a friend’s house today. About 4:00 we heard the sound of the “Dingleberry Man”. The ice cream man has been renamed according to the Hula children. I don’t know if he should be insulted or what.
I ran down the block to try to catch him. Hula Girl ran with me. When we got within sight of him he would turn on his music and start going again. I felt like it was a game of cat and mouse.
So needless to say we did not get ice cream from the run away truck, we walked to Dairy Queen and got some.
I think the Dingleberry Man had great laughs at our expense today. One thing’s for sure, the walk to Dairy Queen and back did more good!

The short and long of it is…4 1/2 hours, 3 minutes in total for a consult, and the response we were hoping for…it’s not broken. Hula Girl has a little water on the knee and she bruised the bone. WHEW! We got off easy.
The ER was terribly busy. Between 3 deaths, and 4 Flight for Life emergencies they fit her in. I felt a wee bit over protective as I heard sounds of people crying hysterically over their loved one that had just passed away or another one that went into a coma after a biking accident.
Regardless of that, she’s fine and I had to know. No it could not have waited until Monday! She’s my baby. She’s still not walking on it. Hopefully today she will.

Don’t touch that dial. You are most definately in the right place. Just touching up the wall paper here! I am feeling the groove of my new digs!
I must say I enjoyed this experience SO MUCH. Daria at Web Divas did this design for me. She listened so well to what I wanted and just blew me out of the water. Go on…give her a look. Yep she does good work.
THANK YOU DARIA

Last night we celebrated HH’s sister’s 40th birthday. The party would have been a ton of fun except my family kept putting a damper on the celebration.
The kids were playing on the tramp and Hula Boy got bounced off over the rails and into the rocks. He smacked his head and had cuts on the backs of his legs. I went down to see how he got on the tramp in the first place and saw the culprit. A tiny step ladder.
A little while later Hula Girl bounced off and got her leg stuck in the rails. (after being told by mom that only one person at a time should be on) We think she might have a hair line fracture so…ER here we come. We thought we would see how she felt today because the bruise was a doozy.
Thank heavens my mom use to work at the hosital we’re going to. I think I taught certification classes to most of the doctors there. That gives a somewhat level of comfort.
Will post later and tell you how she’s doing!

I have been so excited for weeks. That’s because Karen is coming for a visit. I can’t wait to see her. This trip I think could not have come at a better time for her. For me I will enjoy the company of a friend.
You know this blogging thing is a nutty hobby. I’ve never met Karen yet I feel like I know her. I’ve never met most of the people on my blogroll but I feel as if I’ve known some of them for years.
Ben and Sydney I could just squish. The Princess and The Tramp are some of my favorite people. Mamacita is a dear and I love her simple life and her love for her family.
My list could go on and on but I think I will stop it here. If you look at my Blogroll…each person listed is a special person.
Thank you for sharing your lives and your hearts with me. I feel blessed. The guest room door is always open for more guests. So when are you coming?

After I had Hula Girl I started talking with my one friends about how wonderful being a mother was and how exciting it was. She had been married for 2 years. I did not know that they had struggled with fertility. I kept wondering why our friendship seemed strained. I had never been so happy but she wasn’t sharing in my joy. Well…duh they were struggling. I did not know though. I went along talking about how I wished they would have children so we could do play dates…etc when our children got older. Finally she cracked. She poured out her heart as to how she felt every time she saw me with Hula Girl. It took a piece of her away. It bothered her to the core of her being because she wanted a child the same way I wanted our lovely Hula Girl. I felt horrible. I supported her 100% in their quest for a baby. I listened at midnight when her husband was asleep, I helped give her shots a few times for the treatments. Recently I held her hand while they did ultra sounds and poking and prodding AGAIN.
For years now there has been zero progress with them until now.
I can finally share it. YAY! After 12 years of marriage and 4 IVF’s they are now 32 weeks along. This has been a terrible secret to keep! I am thrilled for them. Of course they shall remain nameless BUT I have named them Blessed.
So the Blessed family will have a little bundle of joy the middle of August and I am thrilled. Oh and the catch to this little story is…this is an adoption. Their niece that is very young is having the baby. Everything is set and in place. Now we are praying for a healthy delivery and a smooth transition. Congrats and you know who you are!!
They wanted me to pass along a little glimpse of hope for those that are reading this and struggling with fertility. There is hope. Whether the joy comes in the form of a child between the struggling couple or a gift from another it is truly a blessed gift. Keep the faith.

Today both Hula Girl and Hula Boy decided to go a few rounds. They were fighting quite a bit and I was up to my eyebrows in frustration. So I informed them that next time I heard them squabble they would both go to time out and sit for a few minutes.
They continued to squabble like brothers and sister’s do and so I followed through. I put them both into time out. I started with Hula Girl because she’s the oldest and knows better. She moped to her spot. I put Hula Boy in the naughty chair. When I returned to get them out of time out Hula Girl quietly offered her apologies. When I went to the naughty chair Hula Boy was having a nice little conversation with himself. It went something like this!
“I know I fight with sissy. She is making me crazy. Oh thank you God for Thomas for Thomas for Thomas. thank you God for Thomas the Train thank you God!” “Oh Hi mommy!” When I asked him why he was sitting in the naughty chair he responded, “I don’t know” Of course he doesn’t know. He lives his life in a two year old fog. “You were fighting with sissy. You need to be nice to sissy.” His response, “No…I don’t think so.”
I guess the naughty chair is going to be very busy this summer.