Seriously, do they do this stuff on purpose?

Aaron was on his way home while I am home baking away. We are serving refreshments tomorrow at church and I am trying to get things made so I am ahead of the game for the holidays. I called and asked him to pick up more butter, eggs, chocolate chips, vanilla, sweetened condensed milk and brown sugar. Okay now that I have typed that you are probably wondering what the heck I started with, but it's been a baking marathon day so I've made a lot and obviously ran out of a lot.

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.

First Early Out due to Snow

Nicholas woke up yesterday (Monday) at 6am, he bounced into our bed excited to give an update that it had snowed! I am not sure what prompted him to pop out of bed at 6am and look out his bedroom window because we had not discussed the possibility of snow but he was SO excited! He told me that he had to wear a hat, gloves, snow pants and boots or he wouldn't be allowed to play in the grass for recess and that his leg might turn red and fall off. I laughed and asked him who told him that. He told me that his teacher told him his leg might get bitten and turn red and fall off if he didn't dress warm.

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!

My son is a kindergartner who sits with a first grader!

One of the very first pieces of paper to come home off the bus said,

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.

Master Manipulator

So Favorite Boy has not been the best (lunch)eater since he has started school. He tells me he doesn't have enough time to eat his school lunch. His dad has been kind enough to pack him a lunch every single day since the third day of school. FB says this allows him time to go directly to the lunch table and eat instead of standing in the long lunch line. Great except, all that was eaten out of his lunch box each day were carrots and ranch dressing...We had to bribe him with a reward, so we made an "I ate my lunch chart". FB puts a sticker on it each day when he eats at least 3 items out of his lunch box. When he earns 15 stickers for his chart he gets to take a friend swimming at the indoor water park here in town. Perfect solution, accept the poor boy still comes home ravenous every single day? I don't think he's quite smart enough to throw the food away (or give it away) YET. And besides the empty wrappers are in his lunch box.

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"

Um, Yep!

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!

Jenny Apple Seed's Birthday

This story is a little old but one I definitely want on the books. Favorite Boy informed me that he needed to take an apple to school on Monday to celebrate Jenny Apple Seed's Birthday. I said honey I think it's Johnny Apple Seed. He said, "no mom, my teacher said Jenny Apple Seed I know she did...I wonder if Jenny will come to our classroom so we can sing Happy Birthday to her and help her eat her cake."

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.

Favorite Girl's First Day of 3-Year Old Preschool

Today (Thursday August 27, 2009) was a big milestone for my Favorite Girl. She went to preschool for one hour to meet her teacher's, find her cubbie, and begin to make new friends. She gets to go all by herself on Tuesday. Apparently she knew the drill since we prepared brother for Kindergarten this week. She hopped out of the car, started running for the door and said by mom. I know how to go you don't have to walk me! This little girl's independence is quite admirable. She definitely will go far in life with her can do attitude. I am so proud of her. (I hope I still feel that way when she's 14 and laying claim to her independence, we shall see).

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!

I can't believe our little princess is old enough to be going to school. She is doing GREAT considering she just had her tonsils out on Monday. Her voice seems to have changed a little bit but she's still adorable as can be. She needed a family picture to take to school with her so we ran downtown and snapped a few last night. There wasn't a single pic on my digital camera where we are all looking at the camera. Thank you so much for running down there with us Brandi!!

Tonsillectomy and Adenoidectomy

After a previous post, my good friend Carrie informed me what the other meaning of T&A is, so I guess I better use the technical terms. Favorite Girl had her tonsils and adenoids removed this morning. We had to be at the hospital at 6am for her 7:10 surgery. Here she is in the waiting room waiting to go back for surgery watching the end of Mickey Mouse Playhouse and Special Agent Oso.
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.

The drugs really livened her up. Carrie came to visit and brought a Dora balloon. That really made her happy!

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.

The nurse gave FG Tylenol with Codeine and then released us. The CNA that transported us back to the front door did not want to be in the picture of FG in the wheelchair, but I caught her.