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Curious Baby Boy

Taking Crazy to school now has become a short play time for Baby Boy. We get there a few minutes early which gives Baby Boy time to run around and play with all of Crazy's classmates.

As we were sitting on the wall, waiting for the teacher to open the doors, Baby Boy takes a liking to a little, black boy. This little boy is always brought to school by his Grandma, but today both his Grandma and Grandpa were there with him. The Grandpa was sitting on the opposite side, across from us with his back to us and Grandma was standing next to me. Baby Boy excitedly runs around with the boy and Crazy. He then realizes he has not shown the little boy his shirt. His Curious George monkey shirt.

If anyone knows Baby Boy, his speech stinks. He refuses to talk, but will sign and make noises to no end.

He grunts at the boy, grabs his shirt, points at Curious George and starts to jump up and down, making monkey noises.

Both boys start to jump around, scratch themselves, and "ooohhh ooohhh ahhh ahhh" all over.

I knew immediately this may not be taken as a good thing.

The Grandpa, who by the way wasn't watching, just listening, turns, grabs his grandson's hand and says "You aint no monkey! Who callin you a monkey?"

The little boy was kind of confused. I could see it in his face. Like "what the hell you talking about?"

The Grandma then steps in and says "No, no Edward (whatever his name was), the little boy has a monkey on his shirt! Curious George is on his shirt and he was showing him!"

"Oh Oh, OK, then, but son, you ain't no monkey!"

Then the boys went about jumping and scratching themselves till school opened up.

I wanted to laugh, because Baby Boy was having so much fun being a monkey and showing off his shirt, but I had to hold myself back from correcting the gentleman myself. Luckily his wife did before I had the chance. I knew right away that as soon as Baby Boy started with this monkey kick, it was going to get someone in trouble. lol

11 Yrs. Old

You aren't so little anymore are you?

You aren't that blond, quiet, chicken head baby, but a high spirited, sassy, smart, to much grown up young lady.

You love the color purple, and painting your nails.

You love your brothers, but also love to pick on them and boss them around.

But, you still love to kiss and hug us all every chance you get.

You love your Grammies, Papas, Aunties, Uncles, Cousins, and Friends to death and tell them every chance you get.

You love to pretend. Playing house, fashion show, and setting up lemonade stands.

You have outgrown dressing up and putting makeup on your Barbies, now you put makeup on you and your friends instead.

You already want to dye your hair, and get piercings.

But despite all the growing up you have done, and the changes that you are going through, you are still a sweet, loving, caring girl. You are our Girly Girl. A gift that we wouldn't trade for anything.

Happy Birthday Baby!

Repeat After Me

"Be quiet!"

"Not now!"

"Say you're sorry!"

"Stop!"

"Well then use the bathroom for crying out loud!"

"Put away your shoes!"

"Whose socks are these?"

"Quit hitting the dog!"

"You're hungry all the time."

"You're not going to die of thirst."

"I think you'll survive."

"What the hell?"

"Don't spit!"

"Damn, motherf*cken dog, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!' (usually said to the new dog who has taken a liking to digging in my newly seeded yard that has finally started to look like a beautiful green yard. Now it looks like a burial ground.)

"Do I look like a maid?"

"No, I am not your maid!"

"Somebody let the dogs out please."

"Somebody let the dogs in please." (I swear everyone is deaf but me. Do they not hear the dogs barking non-stop for 30 mins?)

"Doesn't anyone but me notice that the ice maker needs to be filled with water?" (I swear everyone does notice, but when they walk by and see the light on, they just figure if they leave it long enough, I'll do it. And I do. Jerks! lol)

"Take care of your clothes!"

"Pick up these toys before the dogs chews them up!"

"Well...I told you to pick them up, it's not my fault Sokka got ahold of them!"

"I can't fix that honey, it's trash now!"

"No more cheese!"

"Don't feed the dogs!"

"Get out of the kitchen!"

Holy cow, I need a major vacation. Luckily tonight, at 5:45, I get a whole hour and a half to myself to get my nails done. Not allot, but it's been way over due, and I love to sit there and let her work on my hands! lol Do you think if I brought a tub, some Calgon and a bottle of wine that she would still work on me?

My Little Boy is Becoming a Man...

Well not quite a man yet, but today Crazy had his 1st day of preschool. He absolutely LOVED it. He woke up with Sissy by 6 am this morning, and by the time I got out of the shower at 10 after he was dressed, had his shoes on, had his backpack on and had his lunch box ready to go. Sissy (Girly) had made his lunch up for him. What a great big sister. All morning long all I heard was "Are we going to school yet?", "Do I get to ride the bus with Sissy?", "When do I get to ride the bus?", "Maaaammmmaaaaa, we're gonna miss all the kids!", "Momma, why can't we go now?" and so on. Crazy doesn't start school till 12:30 and goes till 3:30, so you can imagine that the time probably seemed like an eternity from 6 to 11:30 when we left the house. lol. Poor kid. lol. But we met Daddy up at the school, so we could both see him off on his first day. It took but 2 seconds for us to become invisible to him. We had to make him get off the bouncy house just to give us kisses goodbye. Miss Loretta, his teacher, seems like a wonderful lady, and I just know he will have so much fun this year in school. I think the worst part of the experience was my poor Baby Boy. He took it real hard. He cried and cried when we left the school. He finally stopped when we got lunch, only to start back up when we drove home. He kept saying "Bubba oool" which translates to Bubba school. He calls Crazy, Bubba. I felt terrible for him. First Sissy ups and leaves him in the mornings, which he hates, now Bubba is leaving him in the afternoons. Poor guy. But my 2nd baby is now officially growing up. I am already nervous about Kindergarten and how he is going to transition from 3 hrs. a day to all day long school. I guess I shouldn't cross that bridge till I come to it ahhh?

But here are some pics of Crazy on his first day of school.




And here is poor Baby Boy missing his brother...

Worried For Nothing

As usual, when the Mommy worry takes over, it's always worse then it seems. Girly came home yesterday with a smile on her face, and nothing bad to say except "Look at all this homework I have!" She made friends with a couple girls, said she liked all her teachers, the playground equipment was cool, and she saw 3 girls with dyed hair and facial piercings! lol She mentioned that only because when we were looking through the handbook, it said no dyed hair or facial piercings allowed! lol My day long anxiety was put to rest. Today was soooo much better. She jumped out of the truck without any worries, reminded me it was an early out day, and ran up to the school! She is even going to check in with the bus drivers to see which route she is suppose to take so she can start riding the bus.

What a big girl she is getting to be. We even had to have the dreaded Aunt Flo talk because I believe she will be visited here pretty soon (the signs are all there, especially the moodiness! lol). We went over the do's and dont's of disposal (never, ever flush it or you will be royally embarrassed when the toilet in the girls room overflows and you need to call for help), lol, and all that good stuff! She is even carrying backup, in her backpack, should the need arise. I had to answer all those just delightful questions about when, where and how Aunt Flo operates. I had to refrain from bluntly telling her Aunt Flo is a big ol bitch, and you have to live with her shit for the majority of your life. But I held back on that portion. The girl hasn't even started for crying out loud, why scare the crap out of her to soon, ya know? I am just waiting for the sobbing call that I need to get her and bring her home so she can change. Ahhh, gotta love being a girl.

As Hubs likes to say "Somethings gotta be seriously wrong when a person can bleed for a week straight, and they don't die!" I just like to say, it goes to show how strong we are...and patient, and resilient, and it's probably God's way of punishing men because they don't get any during that week! lol

I think I just threw up in my mouth...

Today is Girly's 1st day of 6th grade. At a new school. I was revisited by the same sleepless night I had when she started Kindergarten. I felt nauseous. I still do. I didn't want to leave her there. Every time she said she felt like she was going to throw up, I felt like I was going to throw up. Watching her eyes dart around at all the new kids, with this "what the hell is going to happen?" look made me want to hug her tighter and tell her "ok, lets just go back to your old school." I feel like the worst parent for sending her off to a new school. Making her make new friends. Making her go through that dreaded 1st day of school at a brand new school, with all new people, all new teachers. But she's a good girl. I think...or I KNOW she will make friends very easily. It's just going to take some time. I am anticipating 3:00 when I have to go and pick her up. I want her day to go smoothly and I want her to say, "You know what Momma, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It was pretty fun!" or "Momma, I made some new friends today, and they are really nice!" Something...anything that will reassure me that I haven't scarred my kid for life by taking her away from her old school.

If I am like this with school days...I am going to be a total mess when she starts dating and gets married! God help me! lol

Here's my Girly Girl on her 1st day back at school!



Also during this past long weekend, Girly taught Crazy his ABC's. We are getting him ready for preschool, so Girly played teacher. She was amazing at teaching him. Within 3 days he had his ABCs down packed. Now she just has to teach him everything else, and then I wont have to pay for school! lol He is doing amazing and loves to sing them to us every chance he gets!

Oh and for those of you who are STILL wondering...we got our new cooler installed last week. We are now basking in the wonderful feel of cool air throughout the house. And we are also basking in the fact that the boys are now sleeping comfortably in their beds at night instead of on the living room floor!