I told Brent I was too tired last night and that he should post something.
HE is SOOO worried about sick germs from his own kids, I never even stop kissing those germy faces. I am with them constantly and it's hardly plausible to not share germs. Besides, I almost never catch what they have. But, Brent complains and complains about them touching him. I do agree that the snot/saliva explosions are disgusting at the dinner table. But somehow I can handle anything my kids do. Other people's kids are a completely different story.
Speaking of other people's kids, they have been filling up my house the last two days. Yesterday I hosted the ward playgroup and had over 20 kids in two little rooms. Not to mention about 10 carseats. For Buffalo ward playgroup you need a separate room just for the carseats and diaper bags. There were approx. 18 babies born last year in the buffalo ward. We had a good time but it sure was hard to get around with the toys, playdough, and popcorn flying everywhere there wasn't a body or carseat in my little living room.
As soon as that got over, Seven activity day girls took over the living room as we hosted their bimonthly activity.
I enjoyed my action packed day. I was so flattered that so many women showed up to my house. But I bent over way more than usual, and by nightime I was feeling all 8 months of my pregnancy. That means once I lay down in bed I can't even roll over. And along with major heatburn most nights lately I just ly in bed feeing like I haved aged fifty years the last couple months.
Then, this morning started with another batch of children. My turn to educate the buffalo ward preschool. It was letter N day so we may homemade noodles, and fruit loop necklaces, and I sang songs to them, but found it impossible to hold their attention. Caroline is the only girl and so it is only obvious she is the only one who has an attention span longer than 3 seconds. Boys are so wild. I finally gave up and let them watch Nemo.
Last night I told Brent that I am just about done being superwoman and ready for the break that 8 month old women are suppossed to get. For some reason I just have never figured out how you get people ( . . err, husbands) to feel sympathy for you and start insisting that you take it easy while they cook, clean up, etc. With the exception of my mother though, she is awesome at that. I really am starting to need her around.
AND. . . We also have two birthdays this week -Kennon's on Monday and Brent's tommorrow. I'm weird but birthday's stress me out. I have such high expectations for my own perfect birthday, that I think everyone must also. So I really overwork the creative juices trying to come up with a new idea everytime.
And it's hard with Brent. He ruins his birthday's most year's by buying something himself and saying this is "Our"Birthday present (mine is on the 23rd) . This year it was the ice cream machine. So I guess I am not allowed to buy him a present.
Neither am I allowed to take him out to dinner, because when Kennon mentioned that she wanted to hit the chinese buffet for her birthday Monday - Brent said, " We have too many birthdays in this family to go out to eat everytime we hit one." I reminded him that we have no more than any other family since, we just have one birthday each. : )
He won't even use his free Red Robin Burger coupon because he finds it too demeaning to give them a birthday coupon and have the waiters sing to him. Over all I would have to conclude he is just a big birthday party pooper.
I think the whole party pooper thing started with his mother. He always tells me that he usually got a pair of pants for his birthday and that was just fine.
Just a reminder, Brent for the 23rd, I am not a party pooper. For my birthday the more the better! Spoil away.
Now I think I need to go work on some kind of homemade birthday present for the Scrinch. (I accidently called him that during his christmas party pooper season one year. I had heard one too many complaints about me overdoing Christmas. I was trying to decide between scrooge or the grinch and that name just came out. ) In consequent December's I have frequently referred to him by that name. I think he likes it.
9 comments:
Kashann, you wore me out with this post. You sure do have a lot going on. Sounds like you need a big break. Tell Brent that you want a pregancy massage for your birthday. I hear they are amazing. If it makes you feel any better Kyle FORGOT my birthday last year. Yes, we were in Costa Rica, but still, how do you forget your wife's birthday and the first one of your marriage? I finally reminded him about 6 pm that night.
Tell Brent that if you ask the Red Robin waiter to not sing to you, they won't....we did it last time.
whew! you ARE busy. rest up a little before that baby BOY comes. (I hope he sits still for you unlike the boys you have over that drive you so crazy...)
happy bday brent, but don't be such a scrinch! aw, let them sing to you. go out to eat! celebrate. (and more importantly, I REALLY hope to see a big picture of kashann's sweet new birthday car on the 23rd posted on this here blog.)
Happy Birthday to the big man. We couldn't be more pleased with the Casper addition to our family in the form of Brent Casper. Quite an amazing guy! Who else would have the guts to take 5 women to Buffalo and start a second career? Who else would make the airlines pay to move his family across the country. Who else has the patent on inventions from bunk beds in buicks to dishwasher hook ups. Brent, we love you! By the way, I loved reading your blog tonight at 11:00 PM after I got all the guests off to bed. I had a lot of fun laughing. It was the perfect end to my day!
Just how far does your dedication go? On my mission when a baby was full of snot, the mother would simply use her mouth to suck the snot out and spit it on the ground (I'm pretty sure they didn't swallow it). That way the baby could breather better. I guess they couldn't afford the little blue bulb things. Tell Brent that at least you guys don't have to do that.
and I don't know what "breather" means. It must be a typo. I probably meant to type "breathe", but my fat finger hit the r accidentally.
Don't you hate posting something that can't be edited?
I'm exhausted as well....you're 8 MONTHS PREGO...you do need to slow down a little or you're going to have it early or something!!! And I can totally relate w/you on trying to make everyone's b-days perfect...I totally stress out about them too, Adam doesn't really understand.
haha. i liked reading this post, especially since i called brent earlier this evening and said we should get a few couples together and go to dinner to celebrate his birthday. its not too late to cancel.
DC
Well, I for one had a lot of fun filling up your house last week! Thanks for having us. And I know Sam had a great time too, because he's still talking about his cereal necklace and how he hid in the closet to eat it. Grace isn't saying much, but I'm pretty sure she likes it at the Casper's too.
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