The Schmidt House

Hey Karen - thanks for the great idea of putting your "currently reading selection" on your blog... I am going to copy...

Sleep in, yell it's morning time!, wake up family, put on swimsuit, take off swimsuit, remove underware , put swimsuit back on, try to leave room without unlocking door, pitch fit, go outside, run amok, chalk a bit, chase sister, have some breakfast, run some more, go play tennis, run, run, run, go to park, climb, climb, climb, fall down, play more tennis, swim, do a little hot tubbing , sauna, hit others with a noodle, get yelled at for hitting others with a noodle, swim some more, beg for a Sprite at 10:00 a.m., swim, sauna, swim, run back to room screaming at top of lungs, complain about lunch selections, eat some ravioli, watch some Sponge Bob, go to beach, put on life jacket - begrudgingly, head out into freezing water, complain about freezing water, obtain water bug, sit on water bug waiting for someone to drag me out to the trampoline, con someone into dragging me to the trampoline, complain about slow ride on water bug, reach trampoline, bounce but a few times, fall in, hav

Why is it so much blasted work to prepare a family of four for a few days up north? We Schmidts are heading to Ruttger's with our neighbors - 8 adults, 8 kids until Sunday and I think we have enough supplies to survive in case of a National Emergency ... I know we are going to have a great time, I just want to get there already.

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Maple Grove is for sure getting a big ole 40,000 square feet library with a DRIVE THRU BOOK DROP!!!! How great will that be in the winter? I have long said the most dangerous parking lot in the Groove is the library parking lot, I have been flipped off and almost picked off more than once, but taking your life in your hands all for the sake of literacy no more, there is also going to be a 350 car parking ramp. It won't be ready til 2010, but it will be here before we know it... Happy, happy, happy.

JG most days can't stand it when I call him, "baby". I can't help myself it is just habit, has been for five years and it is hard to stop, plus he really is my baby. Most days when I call him baby he informs me, "I'm a big boy mom. I'm not a baby." Today we were leaving the house and I said, "Come on baby boy let's go. Oh, wait you're not my baby anymore. Let's go big boy." I got out to the car and JG was still in the house. I went back in and he was standing in the laundry room with big crocodile tears running down his face. "What's wrong? Are you OK?" "Mommy, I will always be your baby. Don't say I not your baby anymore." I picked him up, hugged him really, really hard and smiled a big smile because he still wants to be my baby boy.

You gotta check out Google Earth I am just like a little kid with a new toy. You do have to download the app, but it is so cool. The kids are loving it too.

JG, NB and MO had hockey again last night in New Hope. They are getting better, however continue to find the most fun in taking one another out. In this video, JG takes out NB for no apparent reason and NB has had enough... I'm a bad mom, you can hear me laughing in the background.

JG and I saw this video some time ago, however he started talking about it the last couple days. I figure it must have something to do with him being cooped up with his sister this week. They did kind of look like this at times over the past few days while laid up on the couches in the family room fighting over whether to watch SpongeBob or Drake and Josh...

We have been house bound for the past two days. Both of the kids have been sick with headaches, runny noses and coughs. They seriously have laid on couches in two separate parts of the house, God forbid they have to be in the same room, for two days. They have been wiped out, however not wiped out enough to restrain themselves from beating their sibling to a pulp... it has been a LONG TWO DAYS. One good thing is I managed to finish up three books, which I will review - tomorrow. I am going to bed to enjoy the silence of no one yelling, "MOM - I CAN'T FIND THE REMOTE" or "MOM - CAN YOU GET ME A WATER, I'M TOO WEAK" or "MOM - HE'S BREATHING TOO LOUD" or my personal favorite: "MOM HE/SHE WIPED HIS/HER SNOT ON ME." When I asked why the last declaration occurred , I received the following answers: JG: I not know where the Puffs is. AE : His shirt was already dirty from lunch, so I figured it wouldn't matter. Sigh.

Last night we returned home at 11:00 p.m. and checked our messages. There was a message from my sister at 12:57 p.m. before we had gone to our friend's house, so I couldn't figure out why I didn't hear the phone. After I listened I knew why. "Hi, it's me. I am trying to get a hold of you for the seventh time, yes I said the seventh. I am not going to try to call you again, you can call me if you want to know why I have been calling seven times. Everytime I call JG picks up the phone and says, "Who is this?" I tell him it is Auntie Amy and I want to talk to your mom. He then hangs up on me - seven times this has happened and I am not calling again. Goodbye." I then remembered JG mentioned someone called when I was in the shower, but he didn't know who it was. I didn't check the phone because I assumed it was a telemarketer, not my sister. For some reason JG has this disdain thing going on for his Auntie, why I do not know. However I believe it

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We Schmidts went through the drive thru at Starbucks last week and had another try at the "guess what we ordered" game. For some reason everytime I go through the drive thru lately it is seriously like a crap shoot as to what I will end up with for a beverage. It is as if they spin the beverage roulette wheel to see what the caffeine deprived mother will receive today in the Starbucks Showcase Showdown. They must watch out their little window to see how long it will take for the mom in the minivan with 4 screaming kids singing High School Musical for the billionth time to realize she did not get her proper dose of espresso to make it through the day. Then the peeved mother must turn around and enter the line again because she refuses to bring FOUR SCREAMING CHILDREN into the Starbucks to correct the drink order she wanted to expedite by entering the drive thru in the first place so she WOULD NOT have to enter Starbucks with screaming children... To give the 14 year old

AE has started her own blog mainly to bemoan the fact I am having her help clean the house. She did a pretty good job for her first post. Here's the link: http://aeslittlecorneroftheworld.blogspot.com/

The past few weeks have been chaotic. We do chaos in this house like it is going out of style so it really isn't anything out of the norm. We're in the car running here or there more than we are actually anywhere in particular. The only thing different is that there has been this little cloud following me along the way. The cloud is panic or maybe it has been dread. Dread for starting a new job, right in the middle of summer. Deep down I am kinda excited to get back with adults all day talking about adult project things, however I wanted this to all start in September when the kids go to school, not in August when summer is still in full swing and completely crazy. We are also in a complete childcare quandary . Little man will be going to kindergarten, however kindergarten here seriously feels like it is only about 43 minutes per day. Actually he will be gone 2.5 hours which is not really a long enough duration for accomplishing much of anything from a job perspective so I nee

Don't know about the rest of you, but this song has been sung quite a bit at our house the last few weeks. Everytime I hear little man sing it I just have to smile.