Mike just walked out the door, and T. asked "Mommy, where's daddy going?" "To the ABC store." "Is he going to buy some letters?" "Yes, T. he sure is!" (For those who live out of state, the ABC store is the liquor store!)
I've been remiss in updating. I've got several things and pictures I've wanted to blog about but the time just seems to leave me! Here is a story from Thanksgiving I've been meaning to post for a while!
Little Bear made a turkey headband at school the week before Thanksgiving. On it was pictures of Pilgrims, Native Americans, the Mayflower, corn, berries, you get the idea. This is the precursor to the rest of the story... T. was running around the house telling Mike he wanted to be a princess. Mike feeling very upset that his little boy wanted to be a princess informed him that he had to be a prince. Well, this set off tears and protests from my boy. "I want to be a princess!" So, being the ingenious mommy that I am, suggested that he be a King, the King of Thanksgiving and wear his afore mentioned crown. That seemed to pacify both parties. The next thing that I hear as he is marching around the house wearing his "King Hat", is: "You go to MY CHURCH!" It took me a few minutes to realize what in the hell he was talking about. He was acting out the Thanksgiving story. He then recited: "And the Pilgrims said "NO WAY!". Whenever I get frustrated with earning NO money these days, I just remember him reciting the Thanksgiving story in his own way and realize that it is money well spent.
Pictures from Halloween.. My Dad and Linda were here for the big day. Little Miss V. had pink eye and had an allergic reaction to the eye drops. No sulfer for my little girl. Unfortunatly we did not have the ointment so her poor eyes look puffy and red. The kids had a wonderful time trick or treating. I spent most of the time running after my daughter. She loved going door to door to knock and yell "Trick or Treat".. or something like it! <
We threw our first party for the kids this weekend to celebrate Halloween. Mike had suggested we do this a month of so ago and I agreed with the stipulation that we actually had to PLAN activities. Gone are the days of drinking beer and watching them play the ENTIRE time! So we put on our creative thinking caps and planned activites suitable for 3 year olds and younger. Parents and kids were to come in costume. We had a lot of pirates, a baby horse (3 months), a baby cow (3 months), and a baby cat (2 weeks!), a Buzz Lightyear, a Cinderella, a ladybug, and some farmers. I even Martha'ed out with some Monster Treats, a Pumpkin Cake, and some Mummy dogs. The kids had some arts and crafts, freeze dance, Pin the Tail/Nose on the Cat/Pumpkin, feely buckets, a scavenger hunt, and a treasure hunt to find Mike the Pirate's missing treasure bag! I think we did quite well! Especially since this was the rain plan. Almost all the activities were orginally planned for the great outdoors, the most important of which was the treasure hunt! Alas, the kids could have cared less, they were just having fun. It's just the preschool teacher coming out in me, that's all!! Enjoy the pics.
Ok, I admit, I have a mouth like a sailor. Most of you who have known me for eons, or just five minutes know that. I have my particular favorite expressions and have not been good about cleaning in up in front of my kids. Well, about two weeks ago, my darling son started to utter one of my favorites in front of his father. You know, F***. How proud am I???? Anyhow, when he said it again the next day, I happened to be home and Mike made sure he repeated it to me. I laughed. I know, wrong response. I sat there giggling as I said, Oh T. that makes mommy very sad. Please don't say it again, he he he. Well he hadn't said it in a week, when I was on the phone and dropped it again. He says, "Mommy you said f***. Mommy, we don't say f***. You in time out!" Yep, I got schooled by my three year old. Then the next day, I wasn't even TALKING and he says to me, "Mommy we don't say f***." How proud am I? At least he's only said it to me and Mike at this point!!!!
Mike started a list of things that are yucky with T. a while back. He kept expanding the list and it now consists of five items. Here is the order in which he lists them, counting them off on his fingers: 1. Bath water is yucky (to drink) 2. Drugs are yucky (can't start them on just say no, too early according to Mike) 3. Garbage is yucky (self explainitory) 4. Boogers are yucky (duh! and he says this AFTER he gets his fingers out of his nose and into his mouth) 5. Poopy is yucky (no kidding!)
Yesterday, T. was stomping in the kitchen in his rain boots (long story for another time) and he accidently stepped on V.'s woobie (security blanket). I asked him to please not step on it with his boots, because they had been outside and they had yucky stuff on them from the backyard. With the wheels turning in his little head, he looks at me and says: "Are there drugs out there mommy?" I about peed myself laughing. At least he is listening!
Work, school, preschool, toilet training, scheduling, planning Halloween, balancing home and work, snakes, pirates, learning how to cook a night in advance, FlyLady, baby steps, wine. Such is my life these days.... I've got lots of stories and pictures saved up... just haven't had the time to share.
I can't believe it! LB started preschool today! He looks so grown up. When I asked him what his favorite part of the day was, he mentioned his friend that he hadn't seen since June. That was his favorite part. How sweet is that????
My boy's new favorite thing is to act like a pirate. Of course, it all stems from Backyardigans! His new favorite song to sing is "What do you do with a Scurvy Pirate" (think drunken sailor and change the words!). LB was able to participate in one week of camp before school started this week. They made a pirate hat on one of those days. Guess who was in heaven? Whatever LB has, BB wants these days. I just happen to have a pirate hat that fits her head from one of LB's costumes from a few years ago.
They've been having a blast pretending to be pirates and singing about being Scurvy Pirates!
Tonight as I was getting the kids ready for bed, LB looked at me and said.. "Mommy your ears are dirty. There's spiders in there." "T. how did the spiders get in my ears?" "They biting you mommy." Huh.. I guess I better improve my hygiene!
I wrote awhile back about my sons predilection towards singing about his manhood. Well, he's discovered something new. Yesterday afternoon he says "Mommy, look! I made my penis pointy." Sure enough, it was. What do you say to that? Well, being the Mother of the Year that I am at times, I simply said "It is pointy." He then started to run after his sister, which I then had to say: "T. we don't put our pointy penis on anyone and you should only make it pointy while you are by yourself." I thought we had taken care of that. Nope. At dinner Little Bear informs me: "Mommy, I touch my penis!" Yep, he sure was. What do you say to that? "We don't touch our penis during dinner." Who would have thought that this would have become a topic of conversation at dinner?
My poor sweet boy had been sick last week. 104 fevers in the morning and such. We took him to the lab for a strep test, negative. He woke up again with a 104 fever on Saturday morning and Mike took him in to after hours care. They sent him to the lab again for blood work. My poor poor baby is now deathly afraid of going back to the doctors. We get in the car and he cries: "Thems peoples cut me mommy. THems peoples are mean. Thems peoples hurt me." It breaks my heart. I keep correcting him and reassuring him, that the LAB, not the DOCTOR, wasn't mean on purpose, they needed to find out what was making him sick. It's Thursday, and he still cries when we get in the car, for fear we are on our way back to the doctor. I hate to break it him, but we will be going back to the doctor on the 15th for his 3 year old check up. Ice cream works as a bribe every time!
Happy Birthday to my boy (technically it's Tuesday, but hey a party is a party!) We kept it small this year, just family. We even got to video chat with Grandma, so she could see LB open up his presents from her. This year I was requested to make a a Pablo cake by my son. Pablo is one of the characters from Backyardigans (his favorite show of late). Uncle Matt and Poppa introduced my boy to Monster Trucks and remote control dump trucks. Let's just say, that my son is having a ball with them! Aren't those boys adoreable in their masks?
My daughter's new favorite place for her paci. She loves to throw it in whatever I'm drinking (appropriate or not, swirl the paci in it and then plop it back in her mouth with a huge grin.
I am having a hard time believing that in a months time I turn 35. I don't feel 35. Hell I don't feel 30! Most days I forget how old I am until I actually have to tell someone or think about it, and then it takes a few moments for me to remember. I guess that's the first sign of my old age, memory! Well, in honor of my 35th birthday, I am having my very first mammogram tomorrow morning. Go me! And as I am having my first mammogram, I just want to remind all of my friends and family to either schedule theirs or remember to do your monthly exams! My mom says that this is my present to myself. I agree.