Hot Mom and I attended Parent-Teacher Conferences yesterday and had a wonderful time. Both Bud and Pie are doing great and they are both "exceeding" expectations in their respective classes. We had worried about Pie as she is a worry-wort and does not do good with change, but it appears as though she is figuring things out and excelling at everything. Her reading scores are VERY high and her math scores are equally as high. We have some work to do on her writing, but she is doing great. We are very proud.
As for Bud...
His teacher confirmed that when she is feeling down, she just goes and sits next to Bud in class and he cheers her up. She couldn't quit talking about what a funny, smart, and interesting kid he is. She related the following:
The kids in the class were asked to make over-sized paper people as one of their tasks for kindergarten. They did this by making a head and attaching it to a body and then making arms and legs and attaching them to the body with glue. All went well, except during transport to the brag board in the hallway, several of the "big" people fell to the floor and their heads or arms or legs fell off.
The teacher needed help so she called to the children whose people had fallen (one of which was Bud).
"Hey, you guys, the heads on your people popped off in the hallway and I need your help to reattach them."
Bud thought about it for a second.
"Miss M," he began, "I don't think my insurance will cover that."
He is now her favorite.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
That is One Stubborn Girl
One of my children is a little stubborn. I hate to say which one, so I won't, but most of will know.
She is a master a making her point, and if she says she is going to do something she rarely backs down. Sometime she compromises, but on her own terms.
Case in point: Yesterday, she was mad about how much homework she had. Since it is early out Bubba doesn't have homework this week and she does. She is also the child who is highly against things that are unfair (that she gets from her older sister), but that is a different post. So, her answer to unfair amounts of homework...she announced that she would not be sleeping in her bed, and no matter what I said she would never change her mind. Ok, I can't really see the correlation between homework and not sleeping in your bed, but whatever floats your boat.
Finally after two long and painful hours we completed home work that should have taken 30 minutes tops, and we were able to continue on with our night. Fast forward to bedtime and she announces once again that she will not be sleeping in her bed. What?? This again? Whatever girl, you are going to bed, I don't care where you sleep.
So, just to prove her point. She slept on the floor of her room. NOT in her bed.
This is most certainly a Cool Dad trait.
She is a master a making her point, and if she says she is going to do something she rarely backs down. Sometime she compromises, but on her own terms.
Case in point: Yesterday, she was mad about how much homework she had. Since it is early out Bubba doesn't have homework this week and she does. She is also the child who is highly against things that are unfair (that she gets from her older sister), but that is a different post. So, her answer to unfair amounts of homework...she announced that she would not be sleeping in her bed, and no matter what I said she would never change her mind. Ok, I can't really see the correlation between homework and not sleeping in your bed, but whatever floats your boat.
Finally after two long and painful hours we completed home work that should have taken 30 minutes tops, and we were able to continue on with our night. Fast forward to bedtime and she announces once again that she will not be sleeping in her bed. What?? This again? Whatever girl, you are going to bed, I don't care where you sleep.
So, just to prove her point. She slept on the floor of her room. NOT in her bed.
This is most certainly a Cool Dad trait.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Happy Birthday to our Pumpkin Pie
I know, I know. We are only a few months into this blog and already we are slackers. I better catch up with some October events.
At the beginning of the month we celebrated Pie's 8th birthday. She is our October baby and has always been our "Pumpkin Pie". She loves that her birthday is in October. It is her favorite month. She happily took Halloween cookies to her class. We were lucky enough to spend her birthday in Julian, CA at Apple Days. We even had some family from LA come down and meet us. She was thrilled.
Last weekend we headed to the old stomping grounds. We wanted to baptize Pie with family around. It was a wonderful weekend, and Pie was thrilled to wear the beautiful dress that her Grandma made her. I had hoped to get her out and take some good pictures, but it has been a busy week, so this is the only picture I have.
On Sunday we had a great family Fiesta, complete with Pinatas. The kids had a great time, and by kids I mean college daughter's friends who came with her for the weekend. The pinatas and wiggle cars were a bit hit. There was only one small pinata incident, but my sister doesn't want me to talk about it here. She is concerned about OSHA pulling her license.
It was a great way to spend a weekend. Even with all of the fun and cousin time we were happy to come home. It would have been nice to come home to cooler weather, but still happy to be home.
At the beginning of the month we celebrated Pie's 8th birthday. She is our October baby and has always been our "Pumpkin Pie". She loves that her birthday is in October. It is her favorite month. She happily took Halloween cookies to her class. We were lucky enough to spend her birthday in Julian, CA at Apple Days. We even had some family from LA come down and meet us. She was thrilled.
Last weekend we headed to the old stomping grounds. We wanted to baptize Pie with family around. It was a wonderful weekend, and Pie was thrilled to wear the beautiful dress that her Grandma made her. I had hoped to get her out and take some good pictures, but it has been a busy week, so this is the only picture I have.
On Sunday we had a great family Fiesta, complete with Pinatas. The kids had a great time, and by kids I mean college daughter's friends who came with her for the weekend. The pinatas and wiggle cars were a bit hit. There was only one small pinata incident, but my sister doesn't want me to talk about it here. She is concerned about OSHA pulling her license.
It was a great way to spend a weekend. Even with all of the fun and cousin time we were happy to come home. It would have been nice to come home to cooler weather, but still happy to be home.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Clothing: 101
Sorry that we have been such blog slackers. I know that both of the people that read our blog have been checking it every hour on the hour, and we have continued to disappoint them. Sorry.
We have had a birthday and a few other things going on that I will blog about later, but right now I need to address the current issue at hand.
As you may have heard we have moved south. What do you get when you go south, warmer weather. You all know that when I say warmer, I mean hotter than McDonalds coffee. I had hoped that as fall rolled around it would start to cool down. I had especially hoped that when the RV's started rolling in they would bring some cooler weather with them. No such luck.
I do understand the whole older folks following a more temperate climate, what I don't understand is why they come here when it is still 140 degrees. Which leads us to today lesson:
Clothing 101:
Women should always wear a bra, it might even be more important when you are 80.
Nobody over age of 19 should wear Daisy Dukes. That is 19, not 91.
Tube tops do not look good on anyone.
Hey old guys, put sun screen on those bald heads. That sunburn looks like it REALLY hurts.
Brown socks and sandals, not only ugly, but also HOT.
Men's shirts should always be long enough to tuck into their pants.
Wife beaters...not so much.
Test next week.
We have had a birthday and a few other things going on that I will blog about later, but right now I need to address the current issue at hand.
As you may have heard we have moved south. What do you get when you go south, warmer weather. You all know that when I say warmer, I mean hotter than McDonalds coffee. I had hoped that as fall rolled around it would start to cool down. I had especially hoped that when the RV's started rolling in they would bring some cooler weather with them. No such luck.
I do understand the whole older folks following a more temperate climate, what I don't understand is why they come here when it is still 140 degrees. Which leads us to today lesson:
Clothing 101:
Women should always wear a bra, it might even be more important when you are 80.
Nobody over age of 19 should wear Daisy Dukes. That is 19, not 91.
Tube tops do not look good on anyone.
Hey old guys, put sun screen on those bald heads. That sunburn looks like it REALLY hurts.
Brown socks and sandals, not only ugly, but also HOT.
Men's shirts should always be long enough to tuck into their pants.
Wife beaters...not so much.
Test next week.
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Exterminator Strikes Again
Hot Mom spots a cricket in house.
Hot Mom rushes to get vacuum.
Hot Mom attempts to suck said cricket in to said vacuum with hose attachment.
Hilarity ensues.
Let me digress for a brief moment to set the appropriate scene. Hot Mom is mortified of all creepy-crawlies and generally leaves that job for Cool Dad. Generally speaking, Cool Dad and Bubba are professionals at eliminating creepy-crawlies. We don't mind the tough hours and the on-call status, but for some unknown reason, tonight, Hot Mom flew solo.
It began with a brief but well-executed "Ooh" followed by another "Ooh" and then an "Ooh, ooh!" Then silence.
I was mildly curious about the "Oohs" but not curious enough at this early stage to get off my fat backside and investigate.
A few moments later, the sound of a vacuum emanated from the family room followed by another high pitched "Ooh". Then a quick "Ooh! Ahh! Ooh!"
What the crap! Was she dancing on hot coals or something?
"Ooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh! No! Oh, no! Ooh!"
I panicked. I ran in expecting...what? I couldn't even imagine the scene I would encounter.
I arrived to see this:
Hot Mom in a cold sweat holding the vacuum hose attachment like some meth-addicted Darth Vader with a light saber, parrying it in to the carpet with wild abandon while shrieking like a crazed Banshee.
"Ooh! Ooh, ooh!"
I nearly fell over. At that exact moment, Hot Mom plunged her weapon in to the carpet with singular focus and...
...the vacuum came unplugged and the cricket jumped away.
"PLUG IT BACK IN!"
Pie looked at her Mom like she was a cross between June Cleaver and Linda Blair and quickly plugged in the vacuum.
"Ooh! Ooh...ooh...ooh...oh, look, got him! Whew!"
Good times.
Good times.
Hot Mom rushes to get vacuum.
Hot Mom attempts to suck said cricket in to said vacuum with hose attachment.
Hilarity ensues.
Let me digress for a brief moment to set the appropriate scene. Hot Mom is mortified of all creepy-crawlies and generally leaves that job for Cool Dad. Generally speaking, Cool Dad and Bubba are professionals at eliminating creepy-crawlies. We don't mind the tough hours and the on-call status, but for some unknown reason, tonight, Hot Mom flew solo.
It began with a brief but well-executed "Ooh" followed by another "Ooh" and then an "Ooh, ooh!" Then silence.
I was mildly curious about the "Oohs" but not curious enough at this early stage to get off my fat backside and investigate.
A few moments later, the sound of a vacuum emanated from the family room followed by another high pitched "Ooh". Then a quick "Ooh! Ahh! Ooh!"
What the crap! Was she dancing on hot coals or something?
"Ooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh! No! Oh, no! Ooh!"
I panicked. I ran in expecting...what? I couldn't even imagine the scene I would encounter.
I arrived to see this:
Hot Mom in a cold sweat holding the vacuum hose attachment like some meth-addicted Darth Vader with a light saber, parrying it in to the carpet with wild abandon while shrieking like a crazed Banshee.
"Ooh! Ooh, ooh!"
I nearly fell over. At that exact moment, Hot Mom plunged her weapon in to the carpet with singular focus and...
...the vacuum came unplugged and the cricket jumped away.
"PLUG IT BACK IN!"
Pie looked at her Mom like she was a cross between June Cleaver and Linda Blair and quickly plugged in the vacuum.
"Ooh! Ooh...ooh...ooh...oh, look, got him! Whew!"
Good times.
Good times.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Santa Claus is Coming to Town
I have a sweet niece. We will call her Lou. Lou has started texting me on a regular basis and informing me of the number of days until Christmas. You might be asking why she does this. Well, the first reason is she and her Mom are fanatics about Christmas. I am willing to bet that they have already started listening to Christmas music this year. Some years they don't ever stop. It is not unheard of to go to their house and hear Christmas music at Easter. The second reason is that she knows it drives me crazy.
I love Christmas just as much as the next person, but I am an organized freak. I used to think I was a failure if I was not done with my Christmas shopping by Thanksgiving. I have since given that up to the chaos that is my life. However, that does not mean I am any less stressed when the text comes in telling me there are only 89 days until Christmas.
After the text came in the other day I decided I better get busy, and start asking the kids what they want for Christmas.
Here is Bubba's list:
horse
race car
boat
4-wheeler
jet pack
reindeer with butterflies shooting out of his antlers
slippers
new shirt and tie for church
I really don't want to think about how many days until Christmas. It is giving me a headache.
I love Christmas just as much as the next person, but I am an organized freak. I used to think I was a failure if I was not done with my Christmas shopping by Thanksgiving. I have since given that up to the chaos that is my life. However, that does not mean I am any less stressed when the text comes in telling me there are only 89 days until Christmas.
After the text came in the other day I decided I better get busy, and start asking the kids what they want for Christmas.
Here is Bubba's list:
horse
race car
boat
4-wheeler
jet pack
reindeer with butterflies shooting out of his antlers
slippers
new shirt and tie for church
I really don't want to think about how many days until Christmas. It is giving me a headache.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Giving Blood: The Experience
"Have you had sex with twins hanging from the rafters of a medieval church within the last three years?"
"No."
"Have you experienced malarial symptoms in European countries while tying your shoes?"
"Ummmm...no!"
"Do you feel well enough to eject blood from a perforated vein while squeezing a sawed off piece of PVC pipe while looking at a 200-pound Hispanic woman sipping on an Icee?"
"Ummmm...yes."
"Very well, Cool Dad. Come over here and sit in this aluminum lawn chair while Dana jabs a needle in to you arm at least seven times before calling for her supervisor."
"Can I have something to eat?"
"After you are done, you may have all of the shortbread cookies, Juicy Juice, and trail mix you can stuff in your ample craw, but now you have to sit down here and squeeze the PVC pipe while we conveniently forget that you are the only blood donor at our station."
"So how often can I do this?"
"Oh, once every eight weeks whether you want to or not. Now that we have your phone number we will never let you forget the great service you are sure to provide for the rest of your life."
"Ummmm...my pleasure?"
"No, sir, its my pleasure. Now this may hurt just a little."
"A little?"
"Mwahahahahahahaha!"
"No."
"Have you experienced malarial symptoms in European countries while tying your shoes?"
"Ummmm...no!"
"Do you feel well enough to eject blood from a perforated vein while squeezing a sawed off piece of PVC pipe while looking at a 200-pound Hispanic woman sipping on an Icee?"
"Ummmm...yes."
"Very well, Cool Dad. Come over here and sit in this aluminum lawn chair while Dana jabs a needle in to you arm at least seven times before calling for her supervisor."
"Can I have something to eat?"
"After you are done, you may have all of the shortbread cookies, Juicy Juice, and trail mix you can stuff in your ample craw, but now you have to sit down here and squeeze the PVC pipe while we conveniently forget that you are the only blood donor at our station."
"So how often can I do this?"
"Oh, once every eight weeks whether you want to or not. Now that we have your phone number we will never let you forget the great service you are sure to provide for the rest of your life."
"Ummmm...my pleasure?"
"No, sir, its my pleasure. Now this may hurt just a little."
"A little?"
"Mwahahahahahahaha!"
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