Moms...

"A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a Cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?' She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?' 'Yes,' was his incredulous reply. She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'"

Last Day 2K

Last Day: 1st Grade

 

 

"I wanna be MJ again"

I took MJ for a haircut last week.  When we left, she loved it & loved telling everyone about it, but, the next morning, she woke up and said, "Mama, I want my hair back.  I just wanna be MJ again!"

When I grow up...

As MJ & I got into the car after a visit to Wal-Mart this morning we had the following conversation:
MJ: "Mama, when I grow up I wanna be a docta."
M: "Ok, that sounds good."
Silence
MJ: "I think I just wanna be a bunny rabbit."
M: "You want to be a bunny rabbit instead of a doctor?"
MJ: "Yeh."
M: "Ok, that sounds good, too."

Honors Day

We are so proud of LG...she received the Music Award, along with Kyle D., for Mrs. Cole's class this year.  We loved watching her go on stage to receive her award.  Way to Go, LG!

Vandelism on Emily Pl.

Chris and I enjoyed a wonderful weekend at the lake with friends while my dear parents kept LG & MJ at their house.  H & P have both been very sick, so, Uncle Pi brought the girls back to our house on Saturday night for a spend-night party here.

Once we returned, I kept asking Honey about the weekend, and she said she and P were just really tired.  The girls woke up early & came in their room (which I had told the girls NOT to do), they took them to WaterWorks, Moes, swam in plastic pool, played with dogs, fun, fun, fun...UNTIL

Papa mentioned to me on the phone (while I was at their house) if I had seen LG's artwork?  Um, no, where is it...What are you talking about?  Long story short, LG took it upon herself to draw on H & P's walls upstairs in the play area.  Seriously?!?  When I went to look at it, my mouth dropped open.  I couldn't believe it.  Wow.  Really.  I apologized to mom (& got on to her for n.o.t. telling me about this fine art job) & proceeded to text CW pictures of our daughter's work.  He immediately called and said, "W.H.E.R.E. is this!?!"  So, I proceeded to tell him the story.  Oh, and, of course, MJ had created some artwork of her own on her own little part of the wall.  Again, Wow.

After C & I discussed how to "handle" this, he called the girls into our room for a discussion.  All four of us were on the bed, and MJ took one look at Daddy and suddenly had a case of the nervous giggles.  Daddy looked at her and said, "this.is.not.funny."  When he asked LG "why" she drew on the walls, she responded with, "I thought it would look pretty."  We told the girls what their punishment would be and that did not go over so well. 

The next morning as I was making breakfast (frozen waffles, yes, I'm gourmet) in the kitchen, LG comes in all chipper and says, "Mama, I'm going to help you with all the dishes AND fold the laundry today!"  I responded with, "that would be SO nice, but, you know what would really help is if ya'll would clean your rooms & make sure you put all the toys up."  She took one look at me (I could tell I was about to get an LG classic) and said, "Um, Mama, I don't really want to help you, I'm just trying to earn my money back!" (Yes, part of her punishment was taking all her money, all $9, and giving it to H & P to "pay" for the repainting of the wall).  Needless to say, I laughed out loud and LG was a bit confused by my laughter.  I love you, LG, and I love the way your precious brain works and that you vocalize all of your thoughts at this age.

This is not the first time we have experienced "pretty" vandelism...LG painted the outside brick, drew on herself, MJ, MJ's crib & wall.  Hopefully, this will be the l.a.s.t?

Our Lil' Pirate

I received a call from MJ's teacher today...I could tell by her voice that something was not quite right.  Long story short, after a visit to Dr. V's office, something happened at school and MJ somehow scratched her cornea.  When I picked her up they had given her a wet cloth to cover her eye.  Once we got to Dr. V's he put a steroid in her eye, turned out the lights and turned on the purple light.  He showed me the scratch...yikes!  I was shocked at how big it was considering MJ's lack of complaining.  She must have her mama's pain tolerance, ha!  He proceeded to put an eye patch over her eye and told us to come back Thursday.  Of course, once we left we headed straight to DQ for a sundae for our brave lil pirate.

Update: made our way back to Dr. V's and threw in MJ's 3 year visit...yeh, I'm just a little behind on that!  Dr. V went to take the patch off and realized it was not going to come off as easily as he thought.  He said he had never had one stick that well...needless to say, MJ's right eyebrow was ripped off right along with the eye patch.  A.W.F.U.L!  Nothing worse than watching your child scream in pain...pure exhaustion (for both of us).  She then had to get a shot & have her finger pricked...not a good day!  She was a champ, though, and by the time we checked out, she had "collected" herself.  We celebrated with a trip to BK this time!