Sep 13
First day of school has come and gone for our neck of the woods, but the pix are adorable:
Olivia: 
PJ & Dad: 
On the first day of school before the bus ran, I hosted a breakfast party for all the kids on our block. Loads of fun!!
This weekend, PJ decided he was old enough (and tall enough) to drive Rick’s lawn mower. Turns out he was right.
I bet Rick can already smell the fresh-cut grass…
Tonight after cub scouts, I walked in the door and my daughter attacked me.
Look at this! Look at this!!
Before I could set down my stuff, she was holding her iTouch in my face. Then, I saw this….
And Olivia told me she found it on this site.
Or, see all the pix here
HAHA
This made my day.
Jul 10
Two days ago, I said “Dag Nab It” in front of PJ (Age 7). He accused me of cursing. I told him Dag Nab it wasn’t a curse word. Only a few second later, he had repeated “Dab Nab It” so many times, it started to feel like a curse word. So, I told PJ he could say “Dag Nab It” only once per day.
Yesterday, we went to Olivia’s school to see her band teacher. Before we got out of the car, PJ yelled, “Damn It!” Me and Olivia looked at each other and said “What did you say?” He said, “I said Damn It. Remember, you said I could say Damn It once per day. I haven’t said it today….” So, we had a heart to heart talk about the difference between Dag Nab It and Damn it.
I found out that the difference between the two word for a 7 yr odl boy are very sublte, but now he understand the difference.
Boys. What can you do?
Speaking of swearing this is a pretty interesting article.
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One afternoon, my family went to a local department store. Our trips to the dept store are usually miserable for our family but this time it was different; everyone was content. I was trying on clothes. When I stepped out of the dressing room and observed my daughter and hubby admiring the makeup display and my son (age 5) quietly sitting in a chair, my heart swelled with pride. I was in bliss.
I tried on several more outfits, stepped out of the dressing room, and gathered my family. My son came running to me with “something” in his hands. He said in a very loud voice, “Mom, put this on your pee-pee. IT FEELS GOOD!” Then, I noticed he was holding a small hand-held smiley-faced, three pronged back massager.
The store went silent. All I could hear was a soft buzz from the small, hand-held, smiley-faced, three pronged back massager. The room started to spin… As I blacked out, I realized why my son was able to sit quietly in the chair for so long… But, reality hit again, as I heard my son say again, “Will you buy this for me?”
Some of the surrounding customers quickly walked away, but others stopped to enjoy the show. As my son walked towards me, he held out the small, hand-held, smiley-faced, three pronged back massager in his tiny hand and tried to put it on my pee-pee. He kept saying (over and over again), “Try it. You’ll like it.”
Then my daughter tried to get in on the action. She said, “I want to try it.” But, my son was adamant that I try it. I kept slapping his little vibrating hand away, as he again attempted to thrust the massager to my pee-pee. “Try it, you’ll like it” “IT FEELS GOO-OOD!” His little voice was crystal clear. I questioned why we invested in speech therapy. What were we thinking?
My husband took hold of our daughter and headed out of the store. All the while, she shouted over her shoulder, “I want to try it” (over and over again). Hubby left me to deal with our son, the hand-held, smiley faced, three-pronged back massager and the gawking customers.
I took the small, hand-held, smiley-faced, three pronged back massager away from him, turned it off and left it on a display table. As we walked away my son begged me to buy him a small, hand-held, smiley-faced, three pronged back massage. He told me how much he liked it. When I said, “NO!” he cried and pitched a fit. I literally drug him out of the store, while he fought to get back his new favorite toy. I heard laughter and snickers from the gawking customers. By now, there was a crowd enjoying the show. All the way home, our son cried and our daughter pouted because we didn’t buy a small, hand-held, smiley-faced, three pronged back massage.
It’s been several years since this happened. A few months ago, I turned down an aisle in our local big box store with my son. There was a large display of small, hand-held, smiley-faced, three pronged back massagers. My son pointed and said, “I’ve always wanted one of those.”
And that is my most embarrassing Mommy story.
My children always amaze me. I tell a friend “my kids won’t eat that.”
Then, they do. They eat all of it and leave me standing there like a liar.
I guess that’s a good thing.
But, then there are other surprises. Yesterday morning, PJ told me his nose was stopped up and he needed some meds. I searched the medicine cabinet and realized I was out of all chewable, melty, liquidy, kid friendly sinus meds. It’s been a rough allergy season.
I found a bottle of Zyrtec. The dosage is for Adults and children 6 yrs and up. PJ is 7. could he swalow a pill? I’m 40 and I still have trouble swallowing pills. So, I asked.
Do you think you can swallow a pill?
How big is it?
Very small?
I’ll try. I handed him the pill. He looked sceptical. I thought, This is a big waste of time. I gave him instructions on how to do it (back of your tongue, just swallow like normal.” Then I told him I would get a glass of water. He asked why he needed water. I think he was just going to pop the pill in his mouth and swallow!!!!
So, I handed him the glass of water and he swallowed the pill very uneventfully. He couldn’t figure out why I made such a big deal of it. But, it is a big deal, isn’t it????
I was in my teens (probably late teens) before I ever swallowed a pill. Am I a late bloomer, or is he an early bloomer?
I’m not a huge fan of ecards, but I do send them occassionally. since I am not a huge fan, I amcertainly NOT going to pay for the privelege of sending one.
Today, I found this awesome site for St. Patrick’s Day e-cards.
I sent this beauty to my daughter. And, get this, it won’t be delivrered until the date of my choosing. Super cool!
After poking around, I found where you can upload you own picture to send an ecard. Hello, grandparents!!
In the left colomn there are drop down boxes to choose the desired occassion or holiday. Cool, eh?
The folks are BHG are doing a bang up job.
Feb 14
I’m only 40. That’s too young to have a heart attack, right?
Early in the week, I went Thrift Scoring and bought my 7 yr old son, PJ a toy snake. It was brand new, still in the box. I had seen it early in the week at Target, but didn’t buy it ’cause it was too pricey, i.e., forced frugality sucks. When I stumbled across the snake at the thrift store, it seems like destiny… Right? Right?
We’ve had fun this week, hiding the snake to scare friends, family and neighborhood kids. So, it was no surprise on Friday when I opened the laundry room door and saw a snake laying there. I momentary jerked, and then remembered the toy snake and thought, “That PJ ALMOST got me, but I am too smart for him.” As a put my foot down (inches away from the toy snake’s head) I thought, “Hey wait, PJ’s toy snake is brown and coiled up and THIS toy snake is black and stretched out about 3 feet….” And, that is when my foot landed on the linoleum and WOKE UP THE SNAKE!! The snake “S-ed” up and slithered (rather quickly) out the garage door (into the garage).
I quickly backed away into the kitchen and thought, “Whoever is screaming, I wish they would stop, because it is plucking my nerves (what with the snake and all). ” That’s when I realized I was screaming. Poor me.
Rick, my dear hubby, ran into the kitchen and said, “What the fuck is going on in here.” Normally, I would correct his language, but this time I let it slide. I had more important things on my mind. I screamed some more, pointed, and jumped up and down. He looked at me like I was crazy. Finally, I composed myself enought to yell ”SNAKE” and hubby took action. But, the snake was long gone.
Good thing, too. Because the only good snake is a dead snake.
So, that’s how I nearly had a heart attack at age 40.
P.S. I had a sore throat the rest of the day from screaming.
I finally took I picture of PJ wearing his snuggi.
He drags the thing around everywhere. I am so glad me and mom took the time to make it. He was certainly enjoyed it.
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