My Favorite Things...

Orange flavored chocolate

and fingerless mittens...

Bright, healthy babies

and books by

The Dickens,

Earcandles;

 sucking the wax from my ears,



These are the things that bring 

 tidings and cheers!

....

Textured wallpaper,

absorbant TP

Musicals, family, and too much TV.

 

Cupcakes and candies,

all wrapped up for me

These are the things

that fill me with GLEEE!

When the car breaks,

When the kids are sick

When I'm feeling sad...



I simply remember my favorite things,
 and then I don't feeeeeeel!

Sooooo BAAAAAAAAAD!!

Sherman a.k.a. Daisy

The following was found in the news paper...

SINGLE BLACK FEMALE

SBF Seeks Male companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I'm a svelte good looking girl who LOVES to play. I love: long walks in the woods, hunting, camping, riding in your pickup truck, fishing trips, cozy winter nights spent lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. Rub me the right way and watch me respond. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me. Kiss me and I'm yours. Call 555-2121 and ask for Daisy.

(The phone number was the Humane Society and Daisy was an eight week old black Labrador Retriever.)

It wasn't long ago that Silas brought home this loveable little critter they then called Sherman.

Now known as Daisy.

The French Bulldog.

Stubborn. Fast. Strong. And slightly stupid.

What you probably aren't aware of is that they have been trying to house train Daisy for a year.

Yep.

 She wears diapers.

Meet Daisy.

Here are a few other things you might want to be aware of the next time you visit...

She loves kids, licking, running, playing,

and eating her own poo.

Just remember that last part the next time you go over...

Though everyone in the household loves Daisy,

she holds the most precious space in Granny B's heart

and gives Daisy 2 big thumbs WAY UP!

heh heh heh.

Family Pics. Check it.

On Sunday the 21st of November,
 SunnyDaysPhotography
attepted to take the Hendricks family pictures.

I believe she succeeded!!

Here are a few of my MANY MANY favs!

Wyatt, as always dominated the camera...

They would like to say THANK YOU to Brynn...

THANK YOU!... for capturing our rambunctious son's spirit

THANK YOU!... for being so fast in the freezing cold!

THANK YOU!... for the Beeea-uuuutiful! pictures.

The Hendricks approve this message.

Here's to you!

In recent times, Amandah has struggled working at the hospital in

housekeeping mainly because it's housekeeping and because of the persona that goes with it.

She would like to kid herself that people don't treat housekeepers any differently but such is not the case.

Doctors, nurses, even the occasional security guard looking down their noses.

Shame on hospital workers who think themselves above the help. 

At first it was a way to get her foot in the door, but now she is down with the sickness...

 the housekeeping sickness.

She will miss these people.

She has been applying to new positions through out the hospital since July but no di.

UNTIL two weeks ago.

Suddenly she had an interview with the lovely people

at the AF hospital in Pediatrics,

 blew them out of the water

(or so she would like to think),

and won herself the position of PCT

(Patient Care Tech/Patient Care Assistant/Certified Nurse Assistant)

That's right!

Now, instead of cleaning poop off of toilets and floors,

 she will be cleaning poop off of kids.

Oh the excitement!

But Amandah will dearly miss the relations she made in the hospital.

Here's to:

 the mean nurses and crazy orderlies in the O.R., the nerdy anesthesia tech's, the quiet lab people, the bald EKG guy, the fat ladies in blood bank, the chow hounds in staffing, the bald guy who wears a hair net in the cafe who always thinks he knows what i want, the phlebotomist guy who won't make eye contact in the hall, the elevator eyes CP guy, Vern,  the ER lady with fake hair, the radiology lady with no neck, little ol Barbara and her oils, the stinky floor crew, The Sergios, Geoff the laundry guy, Sheri the woman who always talks about HBO, and of course her confidants, Melly Moo, and Erin.

And all those other smelly weirdo housekeepers.

She fit in pretty well with the weirdos

and will truly miss them.

Hopefully she's onto bigger and better things, where more adventures await!

Mighty Max

Max Bear Hendricks

is-

7 months or

224 days or

32 weeks...YOUNG!



Which ever you prefer



As days go by he gets cuter/smarter/bigger/stronger.

The baby currently enjoys doing ab crunches.

 As he brings up his head, his arms reach for his feet

 and his feet come up straight so his body is making a V.

I can't even do this!



But then his head crashes down to the lightly padded concrete floor.

He doesn't seem to mind it too much other wise he would stop right?

They got lucky with their kids.

 I'm sure they were sent to them because

the guy in the sky thought they would probably slit their wrists if they had crazy babies.

He knew what he was doing.

Instead they get them as crazy 4 year olds!

 I don't know which is better. But they seem to have a good time.

His mother told us that one of the hilights of her day is when she is feeding Max,

 and he starts blowing raspberries or spit bubbles if you will, and sprays his pureed food alll over.

"No no Maxi!" She tries to say seriously,

 but the shit eatin' grin on this kids face cracks her up every time.

His cute little semi dimple and chipmunk teeth are the best thing in the world.





Elf on the Shelf Part Duex

We last left the Hendricks with their new found friend,
The nameless Elf whom Santa did send.

Wyatt has delt with this Elf minus strife,
Instead of being in fear for his life.

When mommy Amandah turns round a corner,

she see's little W' chattin with the foreigner.

He talks of things he wants for the "big day,"

and obeys his mother til he hits the hay.

"Excuse me Mr. Elf,"

the child will say,

"I hope that you're having a wonderful day,

I think that you're stupid,

 but I want you to know

that I'm trying to be good,
so take your elf self back to Santa's hood,
and tell him that I do behave,
go ask my mom, that's all she will rave."

or something like that.

W' plays very near the Elf

(who has wandered by now)

quite far off the shelf.

He doesn't sit still for more than 12 hours
They wonder how big are his magical powers??
From the bench, to the harth
to the dusty window sill,
This dinky little visitor just won't sit still.

They finally gave the poor Elf a great name,

Brownie Sprinkles,

oh the glory and fame!

This tale turned out better than thought.

It was more than what the Hendricks had sought.

So we'll see if he brings a satisfied crowd,

or if this poor man is no longer allowed.

For when Santa fails to come by with his load,

maybe this elf will be hittin the road.

I hope you have a wonderful Holiday,

celebrating however you may!

The Elf on the Shelf

One day while working at the hospital, Amandah was browsing through the gift shop, when she stumbled upon this...

What is that you ask?

A wonderful family tradition she was about to unmask!

It comes with an elf and a book,

of some I will read,

A book to sustain your child's Christmas Greed!

 Have you ever wondered how Santa knows if you're naughty or nice?

 Here's the scoop on the poop, have a slice...

A testimonial from their un named Elf :

"Each night while you're sleeping to Santa I'll fly

 to the North Pole

right through the dark sky.

I tell him if you have been good or been bad.

The news of the day makes him happy or sad.

A push or a shove I'll report to "the Boss",

but small acts of kindness will not be a loss...

I'll be back at your home before you awake,

and then you must find the new spot I will take....

There's only one rule that you have to follow

so I will come back and be here tomorrow:

PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH ME. My magic might go,

and Santa won't hear all I've seen or I know."

As the thoughtful mother was reading the book to Wyatt this morning,

 he was eyeing the Elf on the Shelf with a warning. 

The cogs in his head were turning,

he wasn't sure about this tiny toy stranger, she was learning.

He went to the Elf on the shelf and reached out to nab him, 

when his mother exclaimed,

"No! Don't Grab him!"

Wyatt quickly retracted his arm in a flash,

and back to his mother he promptly would dash.

 "It's just a toy mom,"

the child would say.

 In a round about way,

 his mother said Nay.

"Not just a toy," his mother replied,

 "the elf was sent here as Santa's super spy!"

Wyatt looked to the Elf then back to his mother.

He didn't like to hear this news of "the other".

Wyatt became angry. 

He was truly upset. 

This fun Christmas tradition was one to forget.

She hadn't thought about his reaction,

 or planned it to go this way at all.

Wyatt went to his room in a huff,

stomping all the way there,

 and yelling some stuff,

"I don't know about this! I don't think i like that guy,

 I'm not sure I want any presents from Santa."

[Enter Amandah's heart Breaking]

Poor kid.

His Mom was a liar, truly a thief.

Why had she not forseen this horrible grief?!

Needless to say, the Elf recieved no name,

While Wyatt thought, "man this thing is so lame",

Amandah thought to herself, "jeez what a mess,
I truly have caused my son so much stress."

Stay tuned to see how she gets out of this bind.

Is there hope in this world for a mom of her kind?

Stranger Danger

Lately Wyatt, the Hendricks experiment first child, is constantly calling out for his Mother, Amandah.

W- "MOOOOMM!?"

Amandah-"WHAT!"

W- "I love you..."

Normally this would be really sweet. But IF Amandah doesn't say "WHAT?" or answer immediately, Wyatt is quickly and frantically looking for her screaming her name. What may have caused this behavior you say? 

Well, here is the traumatic story...

WARNING: the following story may not be appropriate for someone who is really private... but that's not Amandah.

One fine Sunday morning in September, the family were all hanging out at their humble abode. Max the baby was down for a nap,  and the other 3 (Silas, Amandah, & Wyatt) were hangin out watchin the booby tube, and playin  the marble race.

The elderly couple (Silas & Amandah) wanted some "Alone Time"  if ya catch my drift (wink wink),

 but they had to keep #1 child busy. What to do...

AHA!

The Nintendo DSi.

He didn't get to play much and it was SURE to hold his attention!

So they let the device do the babysitting for a little while.

{insert billowy curtains and fireworks}

Surely if their child was looking for them he would call out for them right?

Well, the two migrated into the game room to play a round of ping pong.

That's not code. Just ping pong.Yes, really.

 Then they talked for a while on the couch.

A while later, they heard a knock coming from down stairs.

They thought nothing of it (sometimes Wyatt tries to trick Amandah and knocks on the walls). If it were an actual person, Wyatt would come looking for them to answer the door. A minute later, another knock. Still, no Wyatt.

About 5 minutes later they hear Silas's phone ringing down stairs, "eh we'll get it later".

Silas  hears a commotion outside and goes to the window to check it out. As he looks down from the top floor he exclaims, "HEY! there's people outside!...... and WYATT's with them!! WTF?!

Well it was their lovely neighbors Carl and Jaycee. Apparently, Wyatt HAD been looking for his parents. But instead of calling out for them, he looked in their room, they weren't there, so he took off out the back door in search of his horrible parents.

Wyatt had walked DOWN the street,

CROSSED the street,

and KNOCKED on the neighbors door.

All the while still playing the DSi.

Jaycee later reported their conversation went something like this:

Wyatt- "My mom and dad left me at home alone. They went to their friends house way over there."

Jaycee- "OH? Uh, do you want to come in?"

Wyatt-"No, I can't go in strangers houses."

Jaycee-"ok, we will walk over to your house and find them"

So the couple took the lost child to his house and knocked on the door.

And knocked on the door again.

Then, they called Silas's phone.

Then, they called Amandah's phone.

[Enter Silas opening the upstairs window].

They then told Silas the story from ground level... how embarassing!!

Silas's reply?

"oh.... uhhh...., we were.... SLEEPING! yeah"

nice one Silas.

....And there you have it. The couple now wake to find their 4 year old on their bedroom floor daily. The poor thing drives his mother up the wall with his incessant wonder of where she might be. But, it is after all not his fault.

At least he knows not to go in a strangers house.