I'm part of a band

Woohooo!

Kate informed me today on our drive home from Grandma and Papa's house that she's going to turn 5, go to kindergarten, and sing on the radio.
I told her that was a great idea and said she should start practicing her singing.


"I know Mama, I will. Don't worry you can come with me to the radio. You and Grammy and Papa and Uncle and Uncle Matty and Auntie Blue. Oh and Daddy."

me -"Wow Kate thanks for letting all of us come with you."


"You can play the instruments. Mom, you play the piano. Grammy can play the guitar. Um.. Papa, he can play the other piano."

me -"That's quite a band you have."


"No, mom that's not all of dem. Uncle he playing the bongos. Uncle Matty he gonna play the other guitar cuz we need lots of guitars. Umm... Auntie Blue I think, she can play the horn."

me- "What about Daddy?"

"Um, he can play the guitar too. Uncle Matty can help if he get to tired."

me- "And you're going to sing?"

"Well, and I um, play the drums with the symbols. I like the noise it go *crash,crash*."


So there you have it... move over Partridge Family.


*Photos taken from our Iowa hotel stay and have no relevance what so ever to this story. I just wanted to share them. Giddy up*

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There's one in every bunch

Or in my family, there is one normal person in the bunch... and I'm it. Well, that's what I tell myself anyways. All the voices in my head agree with me and they are never wrong.
We are so fortunate to have my extended family. Everyone is so well mannered and civilized.
When we all gather around for holiday functions we play enthralling games of chess

and work on our masterpieces. Sharing tips and offering advice and guidance.

So sane and normal.

Ok, so forget everything I said before. We're loud, obnoxious, gossipy and hilarious.

While the generation before mine and my generation are already doomed. There is hope for the younger ones.
My beautiful second cousin Amity has a soft gentleness to her that makes everyone love her.

Kate and her "bestest cousin friend" Talise are going to cure cancer, solve world hunger and give us peace in the middle east. Right after they get finished sharing their Barbies.


As a point of references Talise is 4 weeks older than Kate. Yes, my kid is an amazon.

All joking aside, I have a wonderful extended family. They are always there with kind words, encouragement and they will be the first people to call me on my shit. What more can a girl ask for from family?

For those keeping track of illnesses in the Witt house, Scott is the winner at 0 (except for all his underlying issues and the osteomyelitis). Kate holds the silver medal with her strep throat that is well on it's way to gone. I am the big fat freaking loser with a round of stomach flu, followed up with a nasty cold and more doctors appointments and tests already in 2011 than in all of 2010. I am a LOSER!

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My Bed

I have a beautiful, queen size, cherry finish sleigh bed. It's got a thick, comfy pillow top mattress, clean sheets and a fluffy down comforter on it. I've missed it terribly.
So glad to be home from our Iowa trip. I LOVE my family and it was terrific to see so many of them for our Reese family Christmas celebration but my bed... it's the bomb.
Do you think it would be too much to pack up my bed next time we travel and take it with? Might as well pack up Scott's bed too because let me tell you having Scott in a non-hospital bed is a royal pain in the ass (both his and mine). Good thing Kate loves her kid sized air mattress, a small U-Haul should be enough.

Special thanks to my dad for driving all 14 hours of our trip. Additional thanks to my mom for helping me entertain Miss K in the car for those 14 hours. Special recognition to Disney for making the Disney Princess Stories which played steadily on the in-car DVD.
Last but certainly not least, to my husband and my father... this song, is never to be played again. Even if Kate is the one requesting it.



We heard this song so much this weekend Kate knows all the words and has her own little dance to it. Sigh...

Proper homage paid to the photos taken along our little journey tomorrow. For now, I must conquer the laundry beast that has yet again firmly entrenched itself in my home.

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Pay back

I took a few hours for myself this afternoon. I had lunch with a great friend who knows me so well, that I've been missing terribly. I shopped alone. I had an afternoon latte.
It was delightful.

Now... well... payback is a bitch.

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The 40,000 Gallon Jug

I will not whine in this post... I hope.

I will show you a little bit of what's been going on around the Casa de Witt.
Looky kids it's Christmas time again.

We had such a great Christmas. I got my Christmas morning wish. Kate loved her easel from Santa. The absolute best part was her face when she saw the empty plate of cookies and bottle of water.
"He was here. Santa was here and he ate the cookies!"

Everything this Christmas was large sized.

Large on fun, large on laughs and large on love.

We played games like Scrabble

and Hide The Uncle Matty.

And when Scott and Dad ended up with these letters, we looked the other way so they could switch. Right after we laughed, pointed, and photographed the moment.


We gave gifts that warmed hearts more than they broke wallets.

Isn't that what the holiday is really about?


We couldn't stop with Christmas. After breaking Scott out of Rush we rolled on to New Years with Kara's (aka Auntie Blue) famous prime rib.
Scott is being sent to rehab for his um... problem with the prime rib.

Kara even fancied up the table for us all to enjoy.

All the little details... making sure every moment could be savored.

I really wish I hadn't been feeling so poorly. I missed so many great photos.

I don't have S4 antagonizing my mom's cat. Or Kate sitting on Jen's lap at bingo. Nothing of Bonnie sipping her wine and talking about "butta." But, not having one of the whole group eating, or later when we played bingo for our gift card exchange... really makes me sad.


The holidays are mostly done. The tree is still up but that's a bi-product of my being sick and being far to cranky to take it down without breaking everything.

Everyone here is starting to feel better. Things are slowly returning to our version of normal. There are a few things that have been going on that have really piled on a healthy dose of extra stress. I have an appointment next Tuesday that will give me some much needed answers. I can't worry about things until then. I can embrace life, love more and spend more time with the people that I love so much. That is really all any of us can do.

Oh, and I have to share the single funniest moment in my life.
On new years day, during our holiday celebration, my mom showed Jen and I the Victoria Secret bath gel, body spray and lotion she got for Christmas from a friend.
Kate asked if she could smell it. Then asked if she could wear it. Both of her requests were granted.
I look at the bottle and realize the body spray is called "Seduction". We all laugh. That alone was funny enough.
Fast forward to this mornings bath time (4 days and 2 baths later). Kate starts crying, full on 3.5 year old meltdown and says "I can't take a bath." When I ask why she tells me
"It will wash my seduction off."

Yep, I died and promptly put her in a bath to wash the seduction off of her until she's 35.

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The post where she whined

2011 has really been a sucktastic year thus far. Horrifically, sucktastic.
There has been a total of 6 hours of sleep for me since the arrival of the new year. Yes that's 6 wonderful hours in 4 days. Between the puking, the arrival of a strep throat for Kate and some additional stress it's been rough times over this way. When Scott is the best behaved in this house, you know it's been bad.

I'm not going to moan and groan too long. I'm so far behind in things that HAVE to get done. I'll be returning tomorrow with a big gigantic pitcher. A pitcher so big I can squeeze the living daylights out of all the fucking lemons around this place and make the biggest, baddest, most delicious batch of lemonade this side of the Mason-Dixon line.

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Puke

Nothing like bringing in the New Year with a stomach bug. Fortunatly it seems to only be attacking me (thank goodness for small favors).
I don't think I could handle it if this face was this sick.


2011 starting off with a bang...

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