Tonight as we were on our way to the base for baseball practice, I started to smell something...for lack of a better word...yummy! The smell seemed to get stronger as I opened my window.
Is there a festival around? It smelled like fresh cotton candy.
"What is that smell, Mom?" my son asked disgusted. "It smells like a girl." Ah, in time you will seek out that smell, my little man, like a moth to a flame...but not until you are 30.
At any rate, my daughter, who was dressed in cleats and sweats, with hair in a pony tail started to giggle.
"It's just my lip gloss," she cheerfully exclaimed. "Isn't it divine?"
Oh my. On our way to baseball and she is primping! Agghhh!!!
Fast forward to practice...my little moon-beam is playing right field. Between hits (which, admittedly are few and far between...) she is putting on lip gloss! How did she manage to get that on the field?!
On the drive home, we talked about each of the kids' shining moments at practice as well as the areas to help us grow. My daughter tends to stand there and let the other kids get the ball rather than run after it herself.
"Sweetie, you need to run after the ball. It is not going to come directly to you. Run after it! You own the right field", I encouraged her.
"Oh, like I am Queen of the Right Field Valley!" she exclaimed.
Yes... little shining-cotton-candy-lip-gloss-Queen, like you are the Queen of Right Field.
**sigh** Well, I guess this is a step up from the dandelion bouquets I used to receive during soccer season.
A little blog about what I manage to create when I am not running after the monkeys...
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Monday, June 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Pearly Gates
It has been a long time since I have shared a story about my crazy kids. Tonight, as were driving home from the base, my 7 year old daughter asked me a question.
"Mom, when you go to heaven, do they give you a choice on if you want to live another life?"
"Well, some religions believe in reincarnation, but we don't so I would say no. Why are you asking?" I inquire.
"Just wondering. I was hoping I could come back to life as a boy," she states matter-of-factly.
"Why is that?" I ask, thinking perhaps she wants to help fight inequity in the gender gap, or do something her 7 year old mind thinks that only boys can do.
"Just because I want to see the inside of the boys' bathroom."
Looks like the Nobel Prize I hoping she would earn in her next life is out the window.
"Mom, when you go to heaven, do they give you a choice on if you want to live another life?"
"Well, some religions believe in reincarnation, but we don't so I would say no. Why are you asking?" I inquire.
"Just wondering. I was hoping I could come back to life as a boy," she states matter-of-factly.
"Why is that?" I ask, thinking perhaps she wants to help fight inequity in the gender gap, or do something her 7 year old mind thinks that only boys can do.
"Just because I want to see the inside of the boys' bathroom."
Looks like the Nobel Prize I hoping she would earn in her next life is out the window.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Stink Eye
My son comes home with a lot of "crafty" homework assignments. Make a poster for this, make a diorama for that. Heaven for me, probably not as fun for him! Most recently, we had a photography elective for Cub Scouts. The kids had to make a display for a picture, as well as a gift for friend using pictures they took at the meeting.
Being that my son is computer savvy (ok, he is but really his penmanship stinks!) we often use my Cricut to title and embellish his projects! I let him run the letters through the Zyron and he adheres them himself..obviously because often they are crooked! LOL So, as you can expect, his projects always looks spiffy in their own 9 year old boy way! (Let's not even mention how just using a 12" straight cutter can make a world of difference compared to scissors!)
The disadvantage to this bonding is that I often get the raised eyebrow, stink eye, and question as to if he "really" did the project. You know the feeling, don't you? Alas, so many of my friends are not crafters and don't realize with just a few tools (and an open wallet!) you, too, can make your 9 year old appear to be a good cutter!
To make a long story short, he is really happy with how his projects came out and asked me if I would post them on my blog. :) Here they are:
This project filled the gift component of the requirement, as we gave it to his best buddy, who is pictured. We just cut the picture to a 4 x 4, mounted it and it was done! Paper is SU (thanks Gale, the green is from the pack you sent me!).
This is a picture of his pack. He had fun with the corner punch! He opted to keep this one and it is up in his room. All supplies SU.
Thanks for looking! I will post one of my projects this weekend. :)
Being that my son is computer savvy (ok, he is but really his penmanship stinks!) we often use my Cricut to title and embellish his projects! I let him run the letters through the Zyron and he adheres them himself..obviously because often they are crooked! LOL So, as you can expect, his projects always looks spiffy in their own 9 year old boy way! (Let's not even mention how just using a 12" straight cutter can make a world of difference compared to scissors!)
The disadvantage to this bonding is that I often get the raised eyebrow, stink eye, and question as to if he "really" did the project. You know the feeling, don't you? Alas, so many of my friends are not crafters and don't realize with just a few tools (and an open wallet!) you, too, can make your 9 year old appear to be a good cutter!
To make a long story short, he is really happy with how his projects came out and asked me if I would post them on my blog. :) Here they are:
This project filled the gift component of the requirement, as we gave it to his best buddy, who is pictured. We just cut the picture to a 4 x 4, mounted it and it was done! Paper is SU (thanks Gale, the green is from the pack you sent me!).
This is a picture of his pack. He had fun with the corner punch! He opted to keep this one and it is up in his room. All supplies SU.
Thanks for looking! I will post one of my projects this weekend. :)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My 100th Post
I actually wanted this post to be profound.
I started this blog with the intention of sharing some stories about my crazy life as well as some cards and scrapbook pages (with post-it notes substituting as my children's heads; I know, I am weird!). It only seems fitting that my 100th post would incorporate the two. Much to my dismay, I am too tired to upload a "project" tonight. Instead, you just get a story about a guy named Murphy and deployments...
Have I ever told you that my friend Christy's Dad calls me Murphy? Yeah, I am pretty into the whole Irish heritage thing...did the Irish Dancing before Riverdance made it popular, I have a VERY Irish name, I kissed the stone, but I digress...
Murphy's Law of Deployments #113: Your 3 year old will meticulously unroll and layer an entire roll of toilet paper into the toilet, flush it numerous times to get it down in there good, and then turn around and walk away like nothing is wrong only to have to find the little gift by chance.
I have no idea why I know this to be true. I also don't know why we do not own a plunger.
Hopefully I can muster the energy to post a project tomorrow night! I promise, it will have nothing to do with Charmin.
I started this blog with the intention of sharing some stories about my crazy life as well as some cards and scrapbook pages (with post-it notes substituting as my children's heads; I know, I am weird!). It only seems fitting that my 100th post would incorporate the two. Much to my dismay, I am too tired to upload a "project" tonight. Instead, you just get a story about a guy named Murphy and deployments...
Have I ever told you that my friend Christy's Dad calls me Murphy? Yeah, I am pretty into the whole Irish heritage thing...did the Irish Dancing before Riverdance made it popular, I have a VERY Irish name, I kissed the stone, but I digress...
Murphy's Law of Deployments #113: Your 3 year old will meticulously unroll and layer an entire roll of toilet paper into the toilet, flush it numerous times to get it down in there good, and then turn around and walk away like nothing is wrong only to have to find the little gift by chance.
I have no idea why I know this to be true. I also don't know why we do not own a plunger.
Hopefully I can muster the energy to post a project tomorrow night! I promise, it will have nothing to do with Charmin.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
The Evil Facebook and Sheer Genius
I discovered Facebook 3 nights ago.
I know what you are thinking...something like "Hello! Welcome to the 21st Century!" It's OK. I know.
I have had several persistent friends finally whine just enough so that my Facebook resistance was annihilated. **sigh**
It is because of that evil discovery I don't have one craft project to show you today. Not one. Every minute of my life has been spent reconnecting with people. I woke up this morning to 72 new emails in my inbox. My household chores are not getting done, I have not seen my kids in days, we are eating TV dinners! (OK, that was all an exaggeration, but you get my point!)
With all that said, I think it is my new guilty pleasure! I love that I am able to reconnect with my college buddies and people I have met over the years!
Facebook is genius! Now, just to find a happy medium!
So, in a rare moment I was not glued to the computer, I witnessed sheer genius from my 6 year old daughter.
"Ouch!" my almost 9 year old son exclaimed, hobbling over the couch.
"What happened", I tentatively inquired, hoping he did not do anything to cause a trip to the ER. Murphy's Law would have dictated that, as my DH is out of town and we are having a nice blizzard. A trip out with 3 kids, crappy roads and I am sure a mere 2-3 hour wait in the ER would have been the excitement we were looking for today!
"I hurt my leg," he cried, a bit too melodramatically. The tone was indicative of the one all men use when they have any sort of mild ailment and are "dying".
My daughter, a wanna-be nurse, doctor, or veterinarian (depending on the moon) immediately tended to him.
"Here," she said, "this will help". She then proceeded to pop him in the head with her paperback book.
"What did you hit him for?" I immediately inquired.
"Well, if his head hurts then he will forget all about his leg."
Ah, I see a wonderful future in the caring professions. Hey, at least it would be better than a hobo.
I know what you are thinking...something like "Hello! Welcome to the 21st Century!" It's OK. I know.
I have had several persistent friends finally whine just enough so that my Facebook resistance was annihilated. **sigh**
It is because of that evil discovery I don't have one craft project to show you today. Not one. Every minute of my life has been spent reconnecting with people. I woke up this morning to 72 new emails in my inbox. My household chores are not getting done, I have not seen my kids in days, we are eating TV dinners! (OK, that was all an exaggeration, but you get my point!)
With all that said, I think it is my new guilty pleasure! I love that I am able to reconnect with my college buddies and people I have met over the years!
Facebook is genius! Now, just to find a happy medium!
So, in a rare moment I was not glued to the computer, I witnessed sheer genius from my 6 year old daughter.
"Ouch!" my almost 9 year old son exclaimed, hobbling over the couch.
"What happened", I tentatively inquired, hoping he did not do anything to cause a trip to the ER. Murphy's Law would have dictated that, as my DH is out of town and we are having a nice blizzard. A trip out with 3 kids, crappy roads and I am sure a mere 2-3 hour wait in the ER would have been the excitement we were looking for today!
"I hurt my leg," he cried, a bit too melodramatically. The tone was indicative of the one all men use when they have any sort of mild ailment and are "dying".
My daughter, a wanna-be nurse, doctor, or veterinarian (depending on the moon) immediately tended to him.
"Here," she said, "this will help". She then proceeded to pop him in the head with her paperback book.
"What did you hit him for?" I immediately inquired.
"Well, if his head hurts then he will forget all about his leg."
Ah, I see a wonderful future in the caring professions. Hey, at least it would be better than a hobo.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Project Webkinz
The other day I heard muffled sniffs and silent tears coming from the computer room. Yes, we already know I have super-human smell, but I also apparently have a sixth sense for when one of the kids is crying. Again, DH is not blessed with this ability, which drives me crazy...but I digress.
Before I could move from the couch, my 6 year old daughter was walking toward me with red eyes, a runny nose, and a tear stained face.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" I ask.
"I killed my Webkinz!" she spoke in a barely audible whisper.
You can call me a bad Mom, but I was somewhat humored with her reaction! She was so upset she could hardly talk. I knew I had to tread lightly or I could do some emotional damage that would cost us years of time on the couch.
"What makes you think you killed your Webkinz?"
"Reiny is stuck in a room, " she sobbed, "and she can't get out! There is a big red balloon blocking the entrance." (BTW, Reiny is a, you guessed it...Reindeer.)
For this type of problem, I knew I had to call in reinforcements, my son! I asked him if he would "mind" helping his sister save her Webkinz. Honestly, I have NO IDEA how this whole Webkinz thing works! I mean, I sit there and watch them log on, play a bit, and then I stamp or something 2 feet away, but no, I don't play it with them. I am useless if such an incident occurs!
After a few minutes, my son emerged from the room.
"So, how'd it go?" I inquire. "Did she really kill it?"
"No, I saved it, Mom", he confidently stated, "but just so you know, she is going to end up being a hobo when she is older."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Well, she had no food for Reiny. Her basket was full of clothes and furniture and stuff. She is not very responsible Mom. She will end up homeless, walking around town in a fancy pair of boots and cute dresses."
His insight is just amazing for an 8 year old. (Thankfully not insightful enough to know what those ladies who walk around in boots and dresses do for a living! Ha Ha)
I then proceeded to go in and ask my daughter if she knew she had to buy food and other "essential" items for her Webkinz.
"Yes, I know Mom, but these clothes are just soooo cute!"
Oh no...my future just flashed before my eyes...my daughter is going to be a fashion diva! HELP!
Before I could move from the couch, my 6 year old daughter was walking toward me with red eyes, a runny nose, and a tear stained face.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" I ask.
"I killed my Webkinz!" she spoke in a barely audible whisper.
You can call me a bad Mom, but I was somewhat humored with her reaction! She was so upset she could hardly talk. I knew I had to tread lightly or I could do some emotional damage that would cost us years of time on the couch.
"What makes you think you killed your Webkinz?"
"Reiny is stuck in a room, " she sobbed, "and she can't get out! There is a big red balloon blocking the entrance." (BTW, Reiny is a, you guessed it...Reindeer.)
For this type of problem, I knew I had to call in reinforcements, my son! I asked him if he would "mind" helping his sister save her Webkinz. Honestly, I have NO IDEA how this whole Webkinz thing works! I mean, I sit there and watch them log on, play a bit, and then I stamp or something 2 feet away, but no, I don't play it with them. I am useless if such an incident occurs!
After a few minutes, my son emerged from the room.
"So, how'd it go?" I inquire. "Did she really kill it?"
"No, I saved it, Mom", he confidently stated, "but just so you know, she is going to end up being a hobo when she is older."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Well, she had no food for Reiny. Her basket was full of clothes and furniture and stuff. She is not very responsible Mom. She will end up homeless, walking around town in a fancy pair of boots and cute dresses."
His insight is just amazing for an 8 year old. (Thankfully not insightful enough to know what those ladies who walk around in boots and dresses do for a living! Ha Ha)
I then proceeded to go in and ask my daughter if she knew she had to buy food and other "essential" items for her Webkinz.
"Yes, I know Mom, but these clothes are just soooo cute!"
Oh no...my future just flashed before my eyes...my daughter is going to be a fashion diva! HELP!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Giving the Bird...a disguise
A week before Thanksgiving, I had an evening function to attend. This meant DH had to cart the kids from here to there, get homework complete, kids' showered, and in bed by 8. Oh yeah...and make something resembling dinner as well! As we all know, this tasking in and of itself is not for the faint of heart!
Of course, I had to add the bonus challenge...my 8 year old had a Tom the Turkey project due the next day.
Have you heard of Tom the Turkey? He is a turkey that needs to be dressed up in a disguise so he can escape ending up on someone's dinner table. Lucky for him, he is just on an 8 1/2 x 11 inch piece of paper, so no one would want to cook him up anyway, but he did need a disguise none-the-less.
DH took one look and said, "You have got to be kidding me! You are the crafty one in the family! You should be helping with this!"
Unfortunately, I had to go, so I just left the both of them with a pat on the back, kiss on the forehead, and words of wisdom...you guys will be fine! I am sure at this point DH wanted to give me the bird, but instead he just sighed.
You might be wondering why it took me so long to blog about this little project. Well, there is good reason.
I arrived home at 9:30...DH was watching TV. He seemed fine...no obvious battle scars, kids were in bed and the house was relatively picked up.
"So, how did Tom come out?"
"Fine," he replied, almost cocky, "but I could not find any colored paper in your craft stuff."
***ALARM RED, ALARM RED, ALARM RED***
"Ummm...you needed colored paper? Well, what about the construction paper the kids have upstairs?"
"Oh, they have that?" he questioned.
Well yes, I thought, of course they do!
"Yeah, I just went and grabbed some from this bin here. Sorry, it kind of fell over and went everywhere."
Of course, I had to add the bonus challenge...my 8 year old had a Tom the Turkey project due the next day.
Have you heard of Tom the Turkey? He is a turkey that needs to be dressed up in a disguise so he can escape ending up on someone's dinner table. Lucky for him, he is just on an 8 1/2 x 11 inch piece of paper, so no one would want to cook him up anyway, but he did need a disguise none-the-less.
DH took one look and said, "You have got to be kidding me! You are the crafty one in the family! You should be helping with this!"
Unfortunately, I had to go, so I just left the both of them with a pat on the back, kiss on the forehead, and words of wisdom...you guys will be fine! I am sure at this point DH wanted to give me the bird, but instead he just sighed.
You might be wondering why it took me so long to blog about this little project. Well, there is good reason.
I arrived home at 9:30...DH was watching TV. He seemed fine...no obvious battle scars, kids were in bed and the house was relatively picked up.
"So, how did Tom come out?"
"Fine," he replied, almost cocky, "but I could not find any colored paper in your craft stuff."
***ALARM RED, ALARM RED, ALARM RED***
"Ummm...you needed colored paper? Well, what about the construction paper the kids have upstairs?"
"Oh, they have that?" he questioned.
Well yes, I thought, of course they do!
"Yeah, I just went and grabbed some from this bin here. Sorry, it kind of fell over and went everywhere."
"Um hum"....with a ton of control in my voice, as if my dear son's school project was worth more than my pretty, pretty papers we all know I have a little addiction to. And then I saw it...still in the cutter...the evidence. My heart skipped a beat...they used my Bazzil shimmery cardstock! On a TURKEY!
Dang Bird. I only wish I could find him...I would stuff him something fierce! Unfortunately for me, he is hiding out somewhere in a MegaMan costume made of shimmery Bazzil cardstock...
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Mocha Coffee
Oh my...I apologize for being MIA. It is that time of year, I think!
This week started out well enough...I spent last weekend actually scrapbooking and got several pages done. I am well below my annual goal, but I still have 27 days to meet it! LOL Then it seems the you-know-what hit the fan, compiled with my normal Mom's Taxi schedule, time just got away from me!
It seems like when life gets really chaotic, something happens to make you slow down and take notice. For instance, today I was at a BIG Holiday function my club coordinates. We invite Japanese guests and treat them to a fabulous lunch, complete with Holiday songs, food and good ol' fashioned gift exchange. This event takes weeks of planning...then in one second...I have to leave because my youngest is sick!
Don't get me wrong, I am more than happy to take care of my poor sweet girl, but it was just kind of anticlimactic to be in the room among our guests and have to bow out gracefully before it ever really started. (Although seeing the expression on my Vice President's face when I said I had to leave was priceless in and of itself!!)
So here I sit, catching up on my SCS blog group and snuggling with my little mini-space heater, a.k.a. my daughter!
Here is the re-worked version of my Minty Christmas card I asked for help on! You girls rock and thank you so much for all of your suggestions! I ended up going more monochromatic and I love the results. Had to add some bling because no card is complete without it! LOL
This week started out well enough...I spent last weekend actually scrapbooking and got several pages done. I am well below my annual goal, but I still have 27 days to meet it! LOL Then it seems the you-know-what hit the fan, compiled with my normal Mom's Taxi schedule, time just got away from me!
It seems like when life gets really chaotic, something happens to make you slow down and take notice. For instance, today I was at a BIG Holiday function my club coordinates. We invite Japanese guests and treat them to a fabulous lunch, complete with Holiday songs, food and good ol' fashioned gift exchange. This event takes weeks of planning...then in one second...I have to leave because my youngest is sick!
Don't get me wrong, I am more than happy to take care of my poor sweet girl, but it was just kind of anticlimactic to be in the room among our guests and have to bow out gracefully before it ever really started. (Although seeing the expression on my Vice President's face when I said I had to leave was priceless in and of itself!!)
So here I sit, catching up on my SCS blog group and snuggling with my little mini-space heater, a.k.a. my daughter!
Here is the re-worked version of my Minty Christmas card I asked for help on! You girls rock and thank you so much for all of your suggestions! I ended up going more monochromatic and I love the results. Had to add some bling because no card is complete without it! LOL
Stamps: Minty Christmas and sentiment from Stampingbella.com
Paper: Creamy Caramel, Chocolate Chip, CM DSP, GP White
Ink: Nick Bantock Lamp Black by Ranger, Copics to color, SU Chocolate Chip for sentiment
Accessories: SU Chocolate Chip Grosgrain Ribbon, Red Stickles (berries and candy cane), Rhinestones from the 100 yen store!
Thanks for stopping in!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Quotes from an 8 Year Old
School has now been out for the past 6 days. Oh yes, I can "feel" it. The fighting actually started on day one...I knew it would be a long week. And let's not even get into why the kids have so many days off; it is almost comical.
At any rate, my son and 6 year old daughter were playing a game. I think it was Guess Who...when my daughter started to cry.
My son pops out with this statement:
"Just because you are losing doesn't mean you can cry."
Oh yes, yes it does, son. "We" can cry whenever "we" want. So there!
And I was just reminded that he is technically 8 and a half...not just 8! Thanks for the clarification. Now I need a kleenex...it is not possible that my oldest is that old. **sniff**
At any rate, my son and 6 year old daughter were playing a game. I think it was Guess Who...when my daughter started to cry.
My son pops out with this statement:
"Just because you are losing doesn't mean you can cry."
Oh yes, yes it does, son. "We" can cry whenever "we" want. So there!
And I was just reminded that he is technically 8 and a half...not just 8! Thanks for the clarification. Now I need a kleenex...it is not possible that my oldest is that old. **sniff**
Sunday, October 26, 2008
The Monkey Family
DH and I have always called our kids "monkeys". It started with our first born and has ceremoniously continued.
In fact, DH likes to play a game where he hugs our kids, does not let them go, and then is a very deep voice announces "You can't get out of the Monkey Hut!" (Hence the blog name.)
Of course, the game is to get out of the Hut, which they always do...and come back for more!
So, the third child arrived and we started calling her by her nickname, which just so happens to rhyme with "monkey", so it became the norm to call her ____-monkey. Even her siblings do it.
Today I went to pick her up at preschool and the teacher told me they had an inspection today. The inspector asked my daughter what her name was and she proudly announced "____-monkey"!! In fact, the teacher could not get my daughter to say her real name! Of course, I was laughing inside, but I had to put on my game face and say "Oh, thank you! We will work on that at home!"
I must go now and try to convince my 3 year old she is not really named ___-monkey. This is going to be difficult, almost like trying to reintegrate a child raised by wolves, but in this case a group of monkeys. Did I mention she is 3 years old and stubborn as all get out?
In fact, DH likes to play a game where he hugs our kids, does not let them go, and then is a very deep voice announces "You can't get out of the Monkey Hut!" (Hence the blog name.)
Of course, the game is to get out of the Hut, which they always do...and come back for more!
So, the third child arrived and we started calling her by her nickname, which just so happens to rhyme with "monkey", so it became the norm to call her ____-monkey. Even her siblings do it.
Today I went to pick her up at preschool and the teacher told me they had an inspection today. The inspector asked my daughter what her name was and she proudly announced "____-monkey"!! In fact, the teacher could not get my daughter to say her real name! Of course, I was laughing inside, but I had to put on my game face and say "Oh, thank you! We will work on that at home!"
I must go now and try to convince my 3 year old she is not really named ___-monkey. This is going to be difficult, almost like trying to reintegrate a child raised by wolves, but in this case a group of monkeys. Did I mention she is 3 years old and stubborn as all get out?
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Budding Artist
My 6 year old gave this to me as a "gift".
Isn't it cute?
At first I thought the dotted line was just accent detailing, but then I saw the little scissors! Hee Hee Apparently, I am supposed to "cut" there!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
"When you are 18..."
My kids are constantly asking us if they can have dessert for dinner or why they cannot use certain "choice" words (which for us are things like "stupid" or "hate").
"When you're 18", we patiently explain over and over, "you can make those decisions for yourself, but we hope that you will do the right thing."
So, last night as I was washing my 6 year old's hair, she said to me "Mommy, I can't wait to be 18. Then I can do what I want!"
"Yes, you can, but what is it that you want to do?"
"Hummm," she replied, and after some thought, she gleefully exclaimed, "I want to wash the dishes!"
Joy to the world! I can make that happen for her before she is 18!
"When you're 18", we patiently explain over and over, "you can make those decisions for yourself, but we hope that you will do the right thing."
So, last night as I was washing my 6 year old's hair, she said to me "Mommy, I can't wait to be 18. Then I can do what I want!"
"Yes, you can, but what is it that you want to do?"
"Hummm," she replied, and after some thought, she gleefully exclaimed, "I want to wash the dishes!"
Joy to the world! I can make that happen for her before she is 18!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Gigantic Jalapenos
I was going through some paperwork tonight when I happened upon a "book" my son wrote last year while in second grade. It was a compilation of short stories they completed in class. I wanted to share this one with you, my faithful blog readers:
Gigantic Jalapenos by XXXXX
Once there was a man who lived near a jalapeno plantation. He found the best jalapenos in the world. But a sign said "Danger, Super Hot Jalapenos!"
"Wife, help me pull the gate down!" he yelled.
So, she came running over. They pulled with all their strength but could not pull it down.
"Sissy, help us!" Wife yelled.
Sissy came running over. They pulled with all their strength but couldn't pull it down.
"Dog, Cat, Mouse, help us!"
So, Dog, Cat and Mouse jumped on their heads, grabbed the jalapenos, busted the gate and had them for dinner.
"These are super hot!" they all yelled!
Additional titles in the "book" include The Caterpillar that Plays Football, The Curse of the Were Mummy, Flying Milkshakes, and Alien Ambush.
Yup, it is official...my son is a complete goofball!
Gigantic Jalapenos by XXXXX
Once there was a man who lived near a jalapeno plantation. He found the best jalapenos in the world. But a sign said "Danger, Super Hot Jalapenos!"
"Wife, help me pull the gate down!" he yelled.
So, she came running over. They pulled with all their strength but could not pull it down.
"Sissy, help us!" Wife yelled.
Sissy came running over. They pulled with all their strength but couldn't pull it down.
"Dog, Cat, Mouse, help us!"
So, Dog, Cat and Mouse jumped on their heads, grabbed the jalapenos, busted the gate and had them for dinner.
"These are super hot!" they all yelled!
Additional titles in the "book" include The Caterpillar that Plays Football, The Curse of the Were Mummy, Flying Milkshakes, and Alien Ambush.
Yup, it is official...my son is a complete goofball!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Family Friendly Home Aquarium
We have our version of Craigslist over here and this ad came up this morning. I am not sure why it made me laugh, but it did:
FREE Piranha
Posted by: XXXXX
Sat Sep 13, 2008 6:17 am (PDT)
My husband is getting ready to deploy and i do not want to take care of his piranha
call XXX-XXXX or email if interested.
call XXX-XXXX or email if interested.
My kids DO want some goldfish! Maybe this will help break us in...
Vacancy
At my house, dinner conversation is well...interesting! We can go from talking about road kill (yes, seriously...I will have to post that one later), to talking about sports. Last night was no exception...
My darling 6 year old daughter says, "Mom, you know what I did when I was 4?"
Oh gosh, do I really want to know the answer to this question?! Hesitantly, I say, "No, what?"
"Well," she says, "since I did not want to wash my hands after I went to the bathroom, I just peed in the cup, poured it down the toilet and flushed!"
Oh, how I wish I was making this up...
Anyway, I said, "Are you kidding me? Are you serious?!"
"Ummm...yeah," she says, "I am serious."
"Oh my...well what cup did you use? A paper cup?" Again, I don't really want to know the answer, because I know it is going not be any of the aforementioned options.
"No, the cup in the bathroom," she answers as if I am completely dumb for asking such a question. I mean, we don't even have paper cups in the house.
"The one with flowers on it...that you use every night when you brush your teeth?" I hesitantly ask for clarification that again, I do not really want!
"Yes, that's the one!"
Can you just picture my face right now? Oh yeah...needless to say, we had to have a serious conversation about how GROSS that is! And why would using a cup exempt you from washing your hands??!!! Blech...
We are still hoping that even after this story, people will want to come visit us! We have room!!
My darling 6 year old daughter says, "Mom, you know what I did when I was 4?"
Oh gosh, do I really want to know the answer to this question?! Hesitantly, I say, "No, what?"
"Well," she says, "since I did not want to wash my hands after I went to the bathroom, I just peed in the cup, poured it down the toilet and flushed!"
Oh, how I wish I was making this up...
Anyway, I said, "Are you kidding me? Are you serious?!"
"Ummm...yeah," she says, "I am serious."
"Oh my...well what cup did you use? A paper cup?" Again, I don't really want to know the answer, because I know it is going not be any of the aforementioned options.
"No, the cup in the bathroom," she answers as if I am completely dumb for asking such a question. I mean, we don't even have paper cups in the house.
"The one with flowers on it...that you use every night when you brush your teeth?" I hesitantly ask for clarification that again, I do not really want!
"Yes, that's the one!"
Can you just picture my face right now? Oh yeah...needless to say, we had to have a serious conversation about how GROSS that is! And why would using a cup exempt you from washing your hands??!!! Blech...
We are still hoping that even after this story, people will want to come visit us! We have room!!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tarzan for Hire
Today is mama-san day. That may not mean anything to you, but it equals freedom and a clean house for me! See, a mama-san (here where we live, anyway) is a sweet Japanese lady who comes into your home to clean and do laundry. Some even watch your kiddos! I am lucky enough to have one that does both at the same time! She is a dream!
Did I mention that she does all of this for 6 hours for about $50? Yeah, I know...you hate me now, don't you?!
Anyway, my 3 year old adores her mama-san! This morning the little one came up to me and said, "Mommy, is Tarzan coming today?"
Now, she has been on a Tarzan movie kick lately, so I am thinking she wants to watch it.
"Do you want to watch Tarzan?" I ask her.
"Noooooo", she says in a tone as if I am the dumbest Mom evah, "is Tarzan coming here today?" This time she actually emphasized the words coming here.
"Um, no," I replied, thinking how much trouble I would be in with my dear hubby if I invited some hunky man dressed only in a loin cloth over to clean the house and watch our kiddo! Hummm...does anyone know of anyone...
Then, it came to me...she means Mama-san!!! Well, Mama-san is very superhuman, with her multi-tasking and all...but she is NOT Tarzan!!!
Did I mention that she does all of this for 6 hours for about $50? Yeah, I know...you hate me now, don't you?!
Anyway, my 3 year old adores her mama-san! This morning the little one came up to me and said, "Mommy, is Tarzan coming today?"
Now, she has been on a Tarzan movie kick lately, so I am thinking she wants to watch it.
"Do you want to watch Tarzan?" I ask her.
"Noooooo", she says in a tone as if I am the dumbest Mom evah, "is Tarzan coming here today?" This time she actually emphasized the words coming here.
"Um, no," I replied, thinking how much trouble I would be in with my dear hubby if I invited some hunky man dressed only in a loin cloth over to clean the house and watch our kiddo! Hummm...does anyone know of anyone...
Then, it came to me...she means Mama-san!!! Well, Mama-san is very superhuman, with her multi-tasking and all...but she is NOT Tarzan!!!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Rock Band and the Pop Tart
This morning my son came into my room to wake me up. He laid down for a little cuddle and, in his sweet little 8 year old voice asked, "Mom, when parents get divorced why do the Moms always get the kids?"
"Well," I replied, "they don't always get the kids. Sometimes the Dads do. It just depends on who the judge feels is better equipped to care for the children."
Confidently he stated, "Well then, I know why Moms get the kids."
"Why is that?", I asked.
"Because if Dads had them they would eat junk food and play video games all day!"
Always nice to start your day with a chuckle!! :)
"Well," I replied, "they don't always get the kids. Sometimes the Dads do. It just depends on who the judge feels is better equipped to care for the children."
Confidently he stated, "Well then, I know why Moms get the kids."
"Why is that?", I asked.
"Because if Dads had them they would eat junk food and play video games all day!"
Always nice to start your day with a chuckle!! :)
Trying to Type...
...with a 3 year old next to you is challenging, at best! (LOL...I just misspelled that to say "challenging at beast", which also would have been completely appropriate!)
Sorry I have been MIA...wipe the tears from your eyes...I am baaaack! LOL Seriously though, this week was a BEAR...a big grizzly with some wicked teeth.
To start, I had an "I just want to go home" type of week. (BTW, this is a whine section, so grab your cheese, or you can skip over it and get to the good stuff!) I love Japan a lot...really I do, just sometimes I miss home. I miss choices. I miss Target. And maybe even Wal Mart, if I am really, really homesick! So, just that kinda of a week.
On the bright side, my "baby" started preschool and LOVES it! Guess what? She stays dry at school and asks to use the bathroom while she is there. As soon as she comes home however, bathroom amnesia sets in. Maybe she can go live at Miss Tanya's for a while and come home potty trained. You know, like those places that offer in-their-home obedience training for dogs?
Last night I had to make 16 invites for a Japanese-American friendship group I belong to. My friend requested Pink/Black/White and she stated she liked polka dots and floral. What do you think?? You know I just had to use my Bellas!
Sorry I have been MIA...wipe the tears from your eyes...I am baaaack! LOL Seriously though, this week was a BEAR...a big grizzly with some wicked teeth.
To start, I had an "I just want to go home" type of week. (BTW, this is a whine section, so grab your cheese, or you can skip over it and get to the good stuff!) I love Japan a lot...really I do, just sometimes I miss home. I miss choices. I miss Target. And maybe even Wal Mart, if I am really, really homesick! So, just that kinda of a week.
On the bright side, my "baby" started preschool and LOVES it! Guess what? She stays dry at school and asks to use the bathroom while she is there. As soon as she comes home however, bathroom amnesia sets in. Maybe she can go live at Miss Tanya's for a while and come home potty trained. You know, like those places that offer in-their-home obedience training for dogs?
Last night I had to make 16 invites for a Japanese-American friendship group I belong to. My friend requested Pink/Black/White and she stated she liked polka dots and floral. What do you think?? You know I just had to use my Bellas!
In my spare time today (LOL) I "got" to bake 20 cakes! Our base hosts an annual airshow and the Japanese like to purchase American cakes, so base organizations sell them at food booths for fundraisers. The worst part of having to bake today...the smell! It was horrible to have the kids come home to a house pungent with the scent of freshly bake cake and have to say in my best evah Seinfeld Soup Nazi voice "sorry, no cake for you!"
Note to self...next time, purchase an extra cake mix for the kids! And I guess their Mom, too!
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Bippety-Boppety-Boo
This summer we went back to the States for a month. My husband and I are from different coasts, so we ended up spending our fair share of the time travelling via air or ground so we could see everyone.
Our flight from SFO to Orlando was delayed...by hours. Consequently, we ended up getting into Orlando at 10:30 pm. After getting our luggage and car, we finally got out of there around 11:30. We were craving Wendy's. I do realize this is wrong on many levels (eating after 8 pm, craving such healthy food options, etc), but we had been deprived of Wendy's for 2 years! So, remembering the brainwash of commercials that played 2 years previously, I said to my husband "many drive thru's are open until midnight or later!" I bet the Wendy's marketing team is pleased that after 2 years I still remember that...
As we are looking off the highway for any sign of life (ie: a Wendy's sign), we start torturing each other with the possibility that we will have to wait yet another day to clog our arteries, I mean fill our bellies, with yummy chicken nuggets.
It was then that my 6 year old pipes in with "Mom, don't worry! It is not midnight yet!" She says in a sweet, consoling tone.
"Really? How do you know that?"
"Mom," she says in a condescending tone, "you would have heard the clock strike midnight!"
Do you suppose my daughter has watched too many princess movies?
As it turns out, we were lucky that our car did not turn into a pumpkin while we were eating our chicken nuggets and fries! (By they way, they were awesome!!!!)
Our flight from SFO to Orlando was delayed...by hours. Consequently, we ended up getting into Orlando at 10:30 pm. After getting our luggage and car, we finally got out of there around 11:30. We were craving Wendy's. I do realize this is wrong on many levels (eating after 8 pm, craving such healthy food options, etc), but we had been deprived of Wendy's for 2 years! So, remembering the brainwash of commercials that played 2 years previously, I said to my husband "many drive thru's are open until midnight or later!" I bet the Wendy's marketing team is pleased that after 2 years I still remember that...
As we are looking off the highway for any sign of life (ie: a Wendy's sign), we start torturing each other with the possibility that we will have to wait yet another day to clog our arteries, I mean fill our bellies, with yummy chicken nuggets.
It was then that my 6 year old pipes in with "Mom, don't worry! It is not midnight yet!" She says in a sweet, consoling tone.
"Really? How do you know that?"
"Mom," she says in a condescending tone, "you would have heard the clock strike midnight!"
Do you suppose my daughter has watched too many princess movies?
As it turns out, we were lucky that our car did not turn into a pumpkin while we were eating our chicken nuggets and fries! (By they way, they were awesome!!!!)
Thursday, August 21, 2008
First Impressions
So, we were on our way to school this morning for the beginning of the year "meet and greet". As we were driving, my 8 year old son asked me where we going.
"To school," I replied, "We get to meet your new teacher!"
"Mom", he said...dragging it out for dramatic effect, "I didn't have time to work on my first impression! They are very important, you know."
"To school," I replied, "We get to meet your new teacher!"
"Mom", he said...dragging it out for dramatic effect, "I didn't have time to work on my first impression! They are very important, you know."
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