Saturday, December 12, 2009
I love my husband dearly and I am happy that he stopped at Hy-Vee for me but he brought home Double Strength Vanilla, Dark Brown Sugar, and Fat Free Sweetened Condensed Milk.
Last week I added mascara to the grocery list because I kept forgetting it when I went to Target...I showed him the tube, wrote the exact brand and exact color on the list and specifically said, "it is expensive, so don't buy it if you can't find the exact one"...what do you think the outcome was?
I think he does this on purpose just so he's never asked again.
I am really on-line looking up a good frosting drizzle recipe, got to go.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Needless to say he got all bundled up and stood around in the hallway patiently waiting for me to get ready for work in hopes that I would give him permission to wake his sissy. When I finally gave in he jumped up in her bed, said sissy, sissy it SNOWED! He opened her curtain and let her look outside. They both squealed with delight and begged to play outside after school.
Today was favorite boy's first early out day due to the snow. He was so excited to get to leave school early and eat an afternoon snack at daycare.
Unfortunately, Favorite Girl's Holiday program was scheduled for this evening and it was postponed due to the yucky weather. We are patiently waiting to hear when it will be rescheduled for. We are excited to watch her and her best buddy Adam perform on stage.
I can't post any pics because FG accidentally dropped my camera in September and I still haven't replaced it. I hope Santa is good to me!
Friday, October 16, 2009
POOP and PENS
FB was very proud.
He said mom do you know what that says?
I said yes, poop and pens.
He said no it doesn't say Pens!
I said oh well what does it say?
It says poop but it doesn't say PENS! Mom guess what it says!
It says PENS, and then I use Jolly Phonics with him to sound out the word (fully aware that the little stinker left the "I" out of the word he was so proudly trying to write. He dropped it and went running off to play. My heart broke into a MILLION pieces! Of course I made him tell me who taught him how to write those dirty words.
One particular day we had breakfast for supper. This boy ate 6 pancakes (normal size pancakes, not the little silver dollar ones), a whole helping of scrambled eggs, and five pieces of bacon, he probably would have ate more but I stole a piece off his plate. My stomach would have hurt so bad if I would have ate that much food. He jumped down from the table and begged to go down the street to play with his buddy.
A little while later I receive a call from my friend Joyce who proceeds to tell me that when FB arrived at her house they were just sitting down for supper. FB decides to stay and eat supper with their family but specifically tells Joyce, "let's just keep this a secret from my mom, okay?"
Joyce says, "well now FB, why would we need to keep it a secret if you eat with us?"
FB, "my mom would be very upset if she knew I ate supper again at your house"
But Joyce laughs and says he must be growing! Must be, he ate a full size soft shell taco at their house in addition to his full size meal at our house. ORNERY!
I said Johnny Apple Seed is no longer alive, so no you will not get cake tomorrow. The look on my little man's face was priceless...I'm pretty sure I will be getting a few 14 year old eye rollin's...he knows EVERYTHING! He said to me, "Now mom, why would we be celebrating a birthday if HE's DEAD?!?
My five year old made me feel pretty small at that moment because all of a sudden I had no idea if Johnny Appleseed was even a real person or just some made up fairy tale...and yes I'm admitting this on the Internet for the whole world to know. I still haven't bothered to google the answer.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Off she marched straight to the door. She didn't want a hug or kiss. Little did she know I was staying for the hour ;)
Here she is with her best buddy Adam. Adam's daddy will take them to school everyday. Adam and FG loved putting sand in each other's hair all summer long while their mommies and daddies played sand volleyball. They were such a MESS every Tuesday night. If you notice the picture above FG is playing at the sand table. I pray they mind their manners while at school :) No Sand Fights!
Monday, August 24, 2009
She was such a big big girl and went right with the doctor once we were finished signing all of the required forms. As far as FG knew the only thing she was doing today was getting her ears pierced! She particularly liked Dr. B's Pooh hat. I don't know why I look so ticked. I guess I was tired from the 4 hours of sleep I got. Here we are back in her room recovering. She had to go potty right when we got back into her room. That was a good sign. FG was required to drink the whole glass of apple juice there on the table before we could go home. She tried her best but she vomited at 8:30. She was such a little trooper. She didn't cry once. The only thing that made her mad was the I.V. in her arm. She kept whining for them to take it out. Around 9am we tried some orange jello but she threw up again at 9:30. So she received a shot of Zofran to help with the nausea and then a shot of morphine to help with the pain.
We watched Dora, Diego, and the Bunny Rabbit show while we were sitting in her room trying to recover. Once the drugs kicked in Favorite Girl was a new woman! She drank her apple juice, ate all of the jello, a purple Popsicle, an orange Popsicle, and all of the marshmallows out of a container of Lucky Charms. Once she ate all of the food and kept it down she ripped off the gown and said I'm all better, please take the I.V. out so I can get dressed.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Mommy's tears started the second we pulled out of the driveway. She tried and tried to be so strong.
This looks like a face of worry. This is getting out of the car heading to the playground. From here he can see all of the kids lined up waiting to go inside.
Thank you America for the freedom to go to school and learn!
Here all of the kids are lined up by grade waiting for the teachers to walk them inside.
Favorite Boy twists things when he is nervous. It used to be that he would twirl his mommy's hair. Since he is too big to be held (especially on the first day of school) he stood and twisted his shirt. This made mommy cry harder.
He is interested in what's going on around him.
Ms. H found Favorite Boy and gave him a name tag. In addition to his name, it also said K-H meaning Kindergarten-Ms. H in case he got lost during the day and couldn't remember his teacher's name whoever found him in the hallway would know where he belonged (more tears), it also said how he would get home at the end of the day.
This was obviously a bad shot because she looks a little mean but she is very very nice!
This was on the door to his classroom.
Here he is at his Red Circle table. Unfortunately he saw the tears in mommy's eyes and started to get butterflies in his tummy.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
The second that we walked into the classroom Ms. H met FB at the door. She bent down on her knees and said, "HI! What's your name?!" FB shyed away for a second and at that moment a huge lump swelled in the back of my throat and my eyes instantly filled with tears. I couldn't say anything to encourage him to answer her question or he would hear the tears in my voice. I just held onto his shoulder and thankfully he answered her within a few seconds. She asked him if he could find his cubbie and hang up his bag and told him that he could unload his Kleenex and napkins on the table and she would put them away for him. Thankfully that bought me a minute to pull it together.
Next he said Mom let's go find my desk. He did a fabulous job finding his table. He sits with three other people at a rectangular table. In the middle of the table Ms. H had a red laminated circle taped down. She asked him if he knew what shape it was and what color it was, and of course he answered correctly. She said yeah, you are going to be at the Red Circle table. As I looked around I noticed a Purple Star table, Green Rectangle, Blue Diamond etc...It's kind of funny because during FB's first year of preschool he was a Blue Diamond and during his second year he was a Purple Star so I guess Kindergarten will sort of continue the "Lucky Charms" theme. We played with a few toys, looked at all of the wonderful books, checked out the restroom and then FB started to beg to go to the gym so off we went.
First we stopped by the book fair in the "Media Center" aka Library. FB and FG each picked out two new books and then we went to find the gym. The gym teacher was impressed that FB was wearing tennis shoes and not flip flops and commented that he was wearing the perfect shoes for her class. Our final stop was the playground and then we were off to home.
Today has been a very rough day for mom. I knew that half of FB's class started school today (FB starts tomorrow, Friday) so I sat and thought about two of his classmates that I knew started today and I cried all day long. I emailed the two moms and told them I was thinking of them which only made matters worse because then they wrote back about how "it" went. B's daddy bent down to give him a hug and he said, "B are you crying?" B answered, "no daddy I'm not crying, the tears just won't stop flowing but I'm not crying". B's dad gave him a pat and away Mom and Dad went. Dad did not tell mom about the incident until this afternoon when her baby made it home safe and sound from his first day of Kindergarten.
I know I have to be strong. I know this is a good thing but why do I feel like I just tucked my precious baby boy into bed for the last time and nothing will ever be the same again?????????? Why does it sting so much?
It killed me so badly when I put my kids in a public daycare center and after one week of attendance a teacher told me, "oh your kids have already changed, it's so weird to see how quickly they transition and pick up on the ornery behaviors of other kids, they were so sweet and innocent but they toughened up quick". OUCH! Who tells a mom that?!?
I took tomorrow off of work. I think some of the people I work with think I'm crazy. But the tears wouldn't stop flowing all day today so I'm pretty sure I would be quite unproductive if I tried to work tomorrow. FG and I will hang out, go get her haircut and wait very patiently until we can go rescue brother. I know he's going to love it, I know he's so eager to learn, he wants to be a big school boy, he wants to learn how to read, he wants to run laps in the gym, he can't wait to carry a lunch tray and most of all he can't wait to meet new friends...he's ready (wait I had to go blow my nose) I know he's going to do GREAT! but why don't they allow me to go with him? Do you think anyone would notice if I hide in the bushes all day? I promise I will be quiet.
Monday, August 17, 2009
But I do have to post this...I just need to remember this night...I don't consider myself a naive person but I must admit I was quite shocked that the truancy officer made an appearance this evening. He spoke about the Iowa law that requires every child to be in school from the age of 6-16. He explained the difference between an excused absence and an unexcused absence and what it means to be tardy...kind of felt like I was at work... commonsense stuff for the average Joe. I think my mind started to wonder and I sat thinking wow I really can't believe we are having this discussion in Kindergarten. And you would think that with my job nothing would amaze me, AND THEN, parents started arguing with this man?!? The truancy officer actually called out one parent by name and told him to stop rolling his eyes at him...apparently this is not his first rodeo. So it all started to become crystal clear to me why the truancy officer was needed at this meeting and WELCOME TO PUBLIC SCHOOL smacked me hard square in the face. I know it will do no good to try and shelter my children from the reality of life...but honestly I don't know that I was prepared for that reality.
Anyway enough about that rant. On to happier things, I found FB's desk and it looks as if he will sit at a table with four girls. GIGGLE! Poor boy, he can't run, he can't hide, he will have his "mom and sister" sitting right next to him meddling in his business right there at school too!
I love you more than you'll ever know little man! I can't wait for your Open House on Wednesday. I know you are going to do GREAT!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Favorite Girl picked out a necklace and bead maker with a zillion beads! Pretend I'm smiling right now.
Favorite boy picked out a plaster mould "Build your own Race Car" kit complete with paint!
...because we want to keep in touch