Long Time No Blog.....

You know that you are loved when people start calling and asking if everything is okay because there hasn't been a blog in a while. (Thanks Andy!)

Things here have just been hard. Really Hard. I am glad that the month of May is over and I am going to just put it in a bubble and blow it away and start June off on the right foot!

May stinks for many reasons.......

-Simon started 2 Master's classes.
-Simon started an unpaid internship in addition to his full time job and classes.
-Simon did some overnight travel.
-When his world is upside down, so is ours. The girls don't like him gone and quite frankly neither do I. We knew it was coming but it just takes your breathe away when it all starts. And finding our new routine always comes with some growing pains for everyone.
- Simon and I just came back from a business trip which was really great but alot to plan for.
- Gammy the Great babysat while we went away.
-Everyone got sick in our house. Ruthie Ear infection, bronchitis, Lulu - major allergies, Simon - allergies, and Molly Bronchitis and Sinus Infection. All right before we were to leave for the business trip.

So, just sucky stuff that takes you off task from blogging.

Now back to our regularly scheduled humor.

You know you are the Daddy of 2 little girls when......

Mother's Day Apology

As it turns out the homemade Mother's Day card's we made for my mom did not arrive on time. We thought, homemade cards were the way to go since we couldn't find any that we liked at the store also, we just weren't on the ball this year. Although we did pay for priority shipping to get them there on time but anyhoo. It got me to thinking, there is alot to apologize for on this Mother's Day.....................

1. MOM, I am sorry for the time when I was 3 and you said "no" to something and I marched upstairs pulled my pants down and urinated in the middle of your bed. I know that I did not prove anything more than, I was a handful at age 3 and you were strong in sticking to your guns.

2. I am sorry for sweeping the dirt under the rug instead of into the dustpan when I was doing chores for the many years I was in charge of cleaning the kitchen after dinner. I know that you probably knew that is what I was doing and that I was too lazy and didn't quite understand how annoying a pile of dirt under the rug could really drive a mother to drink.

3. I am sorry for accusing you of not caring about me and for not wanting me to have any friends when you would not let me go ice skating on a frozen pond in the back of my friends house in the winter when I was 12. While I was sure that the ice was extremely thick and you knew it was not the best idea and was willing to be accused of all the bad things I thought or said about you in the name of love.

4. I am sorry for always asking for the keys immediately when you came home instead of asking how your day was or how you were doing instead, selfishly asking for keys and flying out the door to hang out with oh so important friends.

5. I am sorry for getting annoyed with you for always aksing me where I was going and who I was going out with. As I was sure that you were just trying to be nosey instead of always worrying.

6. I am sorry for sleep walking into your room when I was 17 and peeing on your floor while you were sleeping. (Is there a theme here?) I could have sworn I was in the bathroom. I know that in the moment I swore I had heat stroke or some brilliant excuse. I may have had more than the 2 beers I claimed I had. Thanks for not grounding me and believeing my story.

7. I am sorry for not coming home to visit alot during college. And when I did come to visit, for bringing home piles of laundry. I really thought you liked doing laundry but I have realized that is not really the case for anyone.

8. Sorry for the many Emergency room visits throughout the years. Whether it was a broken arm on my sister's Katie's birthday, or major stomach pains on Christmas Eve, with a the doctor being so embarassing it is even too traumatic for me to put in print. You took everything in stride and I don't know that I could stay so calm.

9. I am sorry for not being able to articulate my feelings at times and for things to come out the wrong way or to be taken out of context. I have nothing but the utmost respect, love, and admiration for everything that you have done for me, my siblings and now my own family.

10. I am sorry for not coming to visit more than I should. If it were up to me and the rest of Team Bisson we would be there everyday, but things get in the way. Know that we think about our precious Gammy all the time and love and miss you tons and hope that we get to see you more soon.

All my love,
Molly

Guernsey

Some may say that I get frustrated with our dog.

That is certainly not the case. I adore Guernsey. He is 95 lbs of pure labrador retriever, the kind of intelligence you just can't teach, you have to be born with. Like, figuring out how to open the cupboard door and get down the syrup because it smells "oh so good" and squirting it all over the house because that seems like an intelligent thing to do.

Or perhaps the self adoration that one has with their own smell and thinks that absolutely everyone needs to share in this experience and needs to adore the smell of me, ie breathe, ass, etc.

Or another fine example is the way that he is so coordinated that when the mere word's "time out" is uttered in this house he has subconsiously switched it with "treat" and jumps to attention and starts dancing all around you like he is trying out to be a backup dancer for a Britney Spear's video. Now, not only do you get the pleasure of dealing with a 2 or 3 year old that is in a punishment situation (so obviously not at their best) but you also get a K-Fed wanna be kicking it old school all around you and then you find yourself even more excited about your current situtaion as not only the enforcer of the rules but a judge of a reality tv show for backup dancing dogs.

And finally last but certainly not least, he has such an amazing voice. I especially LOVE when I have had an exhausting day, I climb into bed and lay there for 5 minutes and then have to put a pillow over my head to drown out the "singing" from a one Guernsey the wonder dog. His singing is so powerful that he most certainly would be able to take wallpaper off the walls if we had it. If you are able to fall asleep with the mind numbing songs coming from him, not to worry, if you wake up in the middle of the night you always have a chance to listen to it again. And as an added bonus he is asleep in the other room right now in the middle of the afternoon and I was wondering how a train got derailed and is headed straight for our house.

I absolutely LOVE Guernsey.

The Zoo

Sunday we took a quick trip to the zoo because the girls wanted to feed the giraffe's. We spend tons of time at the zoo. It is about the only thing to do in the summer around here. Believe it or not, we don't have any pools within miles of where we live. All the more reason to get one in our backyard. There are tons of lakes around which is great, but sometimes I just like the smell of cholorine and the nice tint of green it turns your hair. There is something about swimming when you can see the bottom and know that nothing is going to swim up next to you.

Anyhoo, we did the usual...... Picture on the bug. I mean, really we have to climb on the bug every time we get there. It is right at the entrance and we have to climb on and take a picture. We even have a rule that we can't get on the bug once we get off. Seriously, some days I think the trip to the zoo would be complete with just a sit on the bug. You wait, come to visit, and you too will be sitting on the bug.

Next we headed to "Africa" to see the zebra's, giraffe's and other "African" animals. The best part about the zoo is that you get to feed the giraffe's. You have never felt anything like the feel of a giraffe's tounge. And man are they long. Don't even get me started on the length and what quite possibly they could do with tongue's that big.

Again, it is like a right of passage, if you come to visit, you will absolutely be taken to feed the giraffe's.

Just another day in the middle of Michigan.

Soccer

This weekend was Ruthie's first soccer game ever. Simon is the coach of the team and the league is made up of 3-4 year olds but Ruthie's friend Andie who is 5 is on our team so I am thinking that some parents play their kids down an age bracket. Since Ruthie seemed like she was one of the youngest ones out there.

She was all excited in her shin guards and cleats and was raring to go before the game started. Once the game started and the organized chaos began she was a little overwhelmed. Her friend David was on the other team so she thought she could just hang out with them.

Lulu had a horrible time. She is so attached to her daddy that when in his pressence she acts as if I am a monster and she needs to yell and scream and carry on. She was hysterical, and by hysterical I mean.....Game stopping, someone is cutting my legs off with a chainsaw, get my mother away from me, I WANT MY DADDY NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hysterical. So bad, I had to leave and take her for a ride because I think we were starting to worry the onlookers and the case of hives that she gave herself was starting to become an eye sore. Unfortunately I may have to get a babysitter for the next game if I want to watch Ruthie play.

So of course once I left which was only 5 minutes into the game Ruthie let her true colors shine. She decided when game play stopped to go to center field and lift her shirt up for everybody! That's my girl! When the going gets tough, you lift up your shirt. Simon was trying to coax her into pulling it down. Luckily our neighbor snapped a photo of Ruthie before Simon realized what was happening.

Full Moon

Tonight after dinner Lulu took a pretty big tumble and was all boo-hooing in Simon's lap on the couch. Ruthie was on the couch with me having a snuggle and this huge smile came over her face..........

With that Ruthie jumps up, pulls her pants down and shoves her bare tush into Lulu's face all the while laughing hysterically. Lulu picks her head up off of Simon's shoulder and she too begins laughing hysterically.

Moral of the story...... Mooning is funny at any age.