That's what my oldest said. Why? Because I insisted she change her nice boots for her snow boots and put on snow pants, even though she had already dressed and was about to head outside. Pip is mad at me too for similar reasons. She does not want to wear two pairs of pants, especially if one is her snow pants.
I don't care if she thinks I'm a terrible mother. I know that someday she'll do the same thing to her daughter that I'm doing to her. Warm and dry is better than cold and wet or frozen. I know she'll remember me the same way I remember Mom. Frustratingly right.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Friday, December 16, 2011
Um, Well, Uh...
I have so many things I need to write about and put into this blog. Except I'm going to write about Abby's day.
She started regaling the events of today in a horrified manner the moment she walked in the door. She described in detail her disgust at having to watch that movie about puberty and periods. It included rather graphic illustrations, including distinctive hair and breast growth. She's upset that I signed the permission slip for her to watch the video. It even had animation for the egg's journey ending with a girl's cycle. Her voice raises with disdain as she recounts the entire video. I did ask her if there was anything other than what I already covered with her and she confirmed there wasn't. So there you go. We survived our first kid through the trauma of learning about her body. Praise God.
She started regaling the events of today in a horrified manner the moment she walked in the door. She described in detail her disgust at having to watch that movie about puberty and periods. It included rather graphic illustrations, including distinctive hair and breast growth. She's upset that I signed the permission slip for her to watch the video. It even had animation for the egg's journey ending with a girl's cycle. Her voice raises with disdain as she recounts the entire video. I did ask her if there was anything other than what I already covered with her and she confirmed there wasn't. So there you go. We survived our first kid through the trauma of learning about her body. Praise God.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Squarrels
Hans is playing Squarrels with the kids at the table. Hazel has the golden acorn and doesn't want to let Abby pick any cards from her hand. She sings about how she's so good at Squarrels. Ooops...Abby snitched the golden acorn from her and Hazel shrieked. She shouts every play. Eli's praying he doesn't get the rotten acorn in the Whirlwind...
I'm really going to have to video this sometime for everyone to see the entertaining value of this.
I'm really going to have to video this sometime for everyone to see the entertaining value of this.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Poor, Poor Abby
I hate seeing the school phone number on the caller ID. Especially when I already have an inkling as to why I am being called. My poor Abby threw up at school. In her classroom. All over her desk. In front of everyone. Isn't this one of the things that qualifies for "most embarrassing" when you are 10 years old and in 5th grade? Last week was Eli, during the week was Pip, and now my poor, poor Abby. I was unsure about sending her since she was sick yesterday too, but she was feeling so much better this morning and I told her if she had any ickiness to just call me and I would come get her no matter what. I think I need to really impress on her the whole "no matter what" thing. She lasted until 2 this afternoon, even after feeling so horrible that she didn't eat lunch.
Monday, November 7, 2011
What's Up With the Older Two
Eli threw up in the night, a smallish, bright-red puddle on his sheets, before running into our room, yelling, "I'm puking," and then going to his bathroom to finish puking in the toilet. He spent the rest of the night (this occurred around 2 AM) sleeping on the bathroom floor. Hans nicely lay a large towel on the hard linoleum for Eli to lay on in his sleeping bag. Other than a load of laundry, this was the only vomit encounter we had, but I still kept him home from school today.
The boy had his first basketball practice on Thursday. He's on a team of Kindergarten through 2nd grade boys. I've told Eli that if he has any basketball questions, he can call Auntie Erin. Watching Erin all those years has made me comfortable enough to suggest to Eli that maybe he would have more control when he dribbles if he doesn't let the ball bounce all the way up to his shoulders. That's about it. Not sure basketball will be his sport, but he's on the same team as his best friend, Shane.
Abby had her end-of-soccer pool party on Saturday. Very fun to be in an indoor, heated pool in November with more than a dozen squealing tween girls. Hans wasn't too keen on getting wet so it was just as well that I forgot his swim trunks. I did get in the pool myself, the only mom in the pool since my sweet petite wanted to swim too (my friend Gina was in the water for 10 minutes after swearing solidarity...yeah, right) and the only other adult besides Abby's soccer coach. Only mildly uncomfortable. Especially since I discovered I had forgotten my bra after getting out of the pool for the potluck lunch.
I need to download my camera in order to post pictures of my beautiful, quick-footed, athletic daughter playing soccer. I know there are other pictures I'd like to post on the camera too, but I can't remember what they are. I also have the children's school pictures and soccer team pictures I want to show off, but they need to be scanned. Yes, I'm behind. I have a to-do list that never ends (although some things could be checked off eventually, like sewing the skirt for Abby or painting all the door trim). Really, I'll get there.
It was pointed out that I forgot some information on my Halloween post, like what the older ones dressed as. Abby was a witch, complete with a straw broom and pointy hat. She's been reading Roald Dahl's The Witches and was trying to do an accurate portrayal. Eli was an astronaut, but he says he was a flight commander. Feel free to let me know anything else I've forgotten to put in here. Don't be shy.
Eli came storming out of his bedroom a couple of nights ago, so frustrated. He said he couldn't sleep because Hazel was playing the tambourine. Hans went to talk to her and she replied, "But Papa, it's a bedtime song." Hans came back chuckling, telling Eli, "It's okay, it's a bedtime song." What are we going to do with that girl?
The boy had his first basketball practice on Thursday. He's on a team of Kindergarten through 2nd grade boys. I've told Eli that if he has any basketball questions, he can call Auntie Erin. Watching Erin all those years has made me comfortable enough to suggest to Eli that maybe he would have more control when he dribbles if he doesn't let the ball bounce all the way up to his shoulders. That's about it. Not sure basketball will be his sport, but he's on the same team as his best friend, Shane.
Abby had her end-of-soccer pool party on Saturday. Very fun to be in an indoor, heated pool in November with more than a dozen squealing tween girls. Hans wasn't too keen on getting wet so it was just as well that I forgot his swim trunks. I did get in the pool myself, the only mom in the pool since my sweet petite wanted to swim too (my friend Gina was in the water for 10 minutes after swearing solidarity...yeah, right) and the only other adult besides Abby's soccer coach. Only mildly uncomfortable. Especially since I discovered I had forgotten my bra after getting out of the pool for the potluck lunch.
I need to download my camera in order to post pictures of my beautiful, quick-footed, athletic daughter playing soccer. I know there are other pictures I'd like to post on the camera too, but I can't remember what they are. I also have the children's school pictures and soccer team pictures I want to show off, but they need to be scanned. Yes, I'm behind. I have a to-do list that never ends (although some things could be checked off eventually, like sewing the skirt for Abby or painting all the door trim). Really, I'll get there.
It was pointed out that I forgot some information on my Halloween post, like what the older ones dressed as. Abby was a witch, complete with a straw broom and pointy hat. She's been reading Roald Dahl's The Witches and was trying to do an accurate portrayal. Eli was an astronaut, but he says he was a flight commander. Feel free to let me know anything else I've forgotten to put in here. Don't be shy.
Eli came storming out of his bedroom a couple of nights ago, so frustrated. He said he couldn't sleep because Hazel was playing the tambourine. Hans went to talk to her and she replied, "But Papa, it's a bedtime song." Hans came back chuckling, telling Eli, "It's okay, it's a bedtime song." What are we going to do with that girl?
Monday, October 31, 2011
Halloween 2011
Preschool party this morning. Pip was a princess pirate girl. I will post pictures at some point.
Took the kids to the S-W costume parade this afternoon. We walked the parade (all of two blocks) and then everyone splits up to the two sides of the street to trick-or-treat the shops on the way back to where they started. Pip's candy bag is pretty heavy, especially since we did some door-to-door trick-or-treating for an hour in MV.
One sucky thing, which just reinforces our desire to leave here, is we came home to pumpkin remnants in the road again and all three of the children's jack-o-lanterns gone from our porch. At least it didn't happen until after dark on Halloween this year instead of before the dang day like last year.
On another note, Hans had a student today dress as "Mr. Weber." He says she's a good student too. I would have loved to see her in her blue, vertical-striped dress shirt, off-color khaki, and Converse shoes. He's arrived! I married the cool teacher.
Took the kids to the S-W costume parade this afternoon. We walked the parade (all of two blocks) and then everyone splits up to the two sides of the street to trick-or-treat the shops on the way back to where they started. Pip's candy bag is pretty heavy, especially since we did some door-to-door trick-or-treating for an hour in MV.
One sucky thing, which just reinforces our desire to leave here, is we came home to pumpkin remnants in the road again and all three of the children's jack-o-lanterns gone from our porch. At least it didn't happen until after dark on Halloween this year instead of before the dang day like last year.
On another note, Hans had a student today dress as "Mr. Weber." He says she's a good student too. I would have loved to see her in her blue, vertical-striped dress shirt, off-color khaki, and Converse shoes. He's arrived! I married the cool teacher.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Potty Mouth
Pip tried turning on the kid computer. "MOM! It's not working! It's not working 'cause it's DAMN!" (I use all the exclamation points because she mostly yells as she whines all this at me.)
Last night, I was helping clean in her room. She kept running out to show her papa all the treasures she was finding "in the crap under her bed." Then she muttered about all the books on the "frickin' floor."
Whoops.
Last night, I was helping clean in her room. She kept running out to show her papa all the treasures she was finding "in the crap under her bed." Then she muttered about all the books on the "frickin' floor."
Whoops.
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