Monthly Archives: September 2009

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It was like the Principle’s office

I got the letter last week. I knew it was coming and held my breath every single time I looked into that parent folder. I dreaded it every other morning. I would wait for all the other moms to get their stuff. This morning was no different….T said goodbye and happily made his way to the hand washing line.
I peeked in my folder, there it was, staring up at me. I grabbed the envelope and walked to the burb. There I sat, letter in hand. I knew what it was so I casually opened it and there were the hand written numbers. I choked a little, folded the letter back up and set it on the middle console. That was 7 days ago. Today I was asked by the lovely Mrs. L to join her in her office. Again, I wasn’t breathing and I was thinking thank goodness i didn’t put make up on this morning .
We sat down and chit chatted for a bit. How I wish it could stay chit chatty but I could already feel the tears stinging the back of eyes. It was like when I put gum in that girls hair in 7th grade, hey, I was dared!! The news was what I already knew, what keeps me up at night, what makes this burning sensation in my throat feel like a wild fire. I thought is was heartburn, doctor says no, it’s how my body reacts to stress. GREAT!
I have to come up with X amount of dollars to pay the preschool what we owe them and then continue to come up with X amount of dollars through May to keep him there. There are no scholarships available. If this preschool wasn’t such a great school this would be an easy decision for me. I would pull him, pay the money we owe and find a play group for T. I don’t want that though. He loves school, every day is his best day ever when I pick him up. I believe that preschool is important and gives kids a stepping stone when starting Kindergarten. My other three kids had this experience, I don’t think it’s fair to not let T have the same.
So after we got all the dirty details out of the way she wants a few of my business cards to hand out to friends. He daughter is pregnant with twin boys, I told her I wanted them in my portfolio. This is a good thing but in the meantime I can’t stop crying. I have tried! I let myself cry for a good long while to get it out of my system, didn’t work. Here I sit crying. STUPID! Things could be so much worse, this I know. This is just the cherry on the top though. It’s the wind that feeds the fire in throat.

So this is my time to stop being a wuss and get my name out there, get clients, build that word of mouth. I am ready now, I feel it in my bones. T deserves this preschool so I am going to have to make it happen, whatever it takes. Well, besides selling myself on the street corner. Thought about a strip club but I have had 4 kids…can you say ewwww?

T’s Potatoes!

I would like to introduce you to T’s Potatoes, Mr. Blacko and Mr. Placko. He is very proud of his potatoes. He says he named them so they could rhyme. Lucky ducky potatoes if you ask me.
So far these potatoes have..
~watched daddy on the laptop
~raced down the driveway (mr. blacko won)
~sat on my lap(i was their babysitter)
~watched T play the wii, (where he says, it’s okay, you’ll get your turn)

Do I think this is weird? Yes, a little. Not as weird as JJ sleeping with a lemon from Grandmas tree when she was 2. She loved that lemon until it shriveled up and went to lemon heaven.

Volunteering at The Weldon House

Proud that my family can give for no other reason than giving.

Proud to say Mr. Fun works for a company that gives so much back to the community.
It makes me happy that JJ wants to do this and that she has friends that want to tag along.
Makes me pause and think that maybe, just maybe, I am doing something right when it comes to this parenting job I have acquired. Then I look down and Wy is at my feet kicking the desk screaming how long as he pulls on my left arm. That is right, typing one handed isn’t only a talent I posses but a necessity. This talent that I have also acquired makes me think I am sucking it up at this parenting gig. The future will tell….

My boys

The age 9 is becoming an age I would like to skip..
I think age 4 is quickly becoming my favorite age..
My 7 year old has grown and the tantrums are getting less and not as intense..

Here’s to growing up!

On my mind…

Traveling while Mr. Fun’s crazy schedule is just taking off. This is when I wish we had a regular babysitter that we could call on. Not that Mr. Fun can’t handle it but so he can work if he has to and JJ wouldn’t have to babysit. Babysitting for a couple hours is one thing, 4-5 hours is another.
JJ really wants to dance and I really want her to dance. (this has moved up on my list)
I have a to do list that is growing not shrinking, it’s my crazy over the top hates clutter, needs organization but can’t accomplish it trait that is to blame.
My jeans are not going to fit me come October, nope sure aren’t. (shoving another piece of bad for you french bread with garlic spread in my mouth)
Still haven’t figured out all the de-friending that seems to be going on….trying to figure out what the hell I did….voice my opinion is my only guess.
The male form should NOT wear red trench coats…nope, not even if you are on a reality show.
600 thread count sheets are heaven, seriously!!! They are like butter…aaaahhhhhh!!!
The burb needs a bath….so badly.
So excited for fall TV…YAY!!!
4th grade homework equals a headache and cocktail hour for me. No matter what the clock says.
Today as G was yelling “dictionaries are for two headed puppies” and then throws the dictionary in the fridge I was convinced more than ever that we would make great reality TV.

Star Wars

So it looks easy enough, right? The boys LOVE Star Wars. They eat and breathe Star Wars. They could watch the movies every day. They talk about the season premiere of The Clone Wars on cartoon network like every day. The watch the reruns of this cartoon like they haven’t seen the episode 500 times.
When we noticed that there were Star Wars characters I instantly got way more excited than they did. This confused me, not one of my boys wanted to get their photo taken…WHAT? REALLY? This can’t be right. So I stood there begging them, literally begging. they weren’t having it. So we walked away and i snapped a photo to send Mr. Fun and let him know someone had replaced our boys with these boys that weren’t over the moon to see the characters from their favorite movies. It took walking past them two times and their daddy telling them they couldn’t come home if they didn’t get their picture with at least one.

Red Walls

My new favorite color of wall!!!! I LOVED This wall.

The kids may not of grasped the meaning of 1 2 3 JUMP!! today but that is okay.
I take what I can get…

I want to take my kids back there….I want to take many photos of them in front of this wall. I LOVE this wall. I would love to use photos taken in front of this wall for our holiday card. You will all be sad to know that that will NEVER happen. This beautiful, magical, radical red wall is INSIDE the Cardinals Stadium….you read that right…inside and off limits. So now I am on a hunt for red walls. MUST FIND another red wall!!

Friday Afternoon…

It was spent with some pretty rad people.
It’s afternoons like this one where I realize moving wouldn’t be the best thing. You can’t find such rocking friends like these just anywhere.
It’s true, these people love my children as their own…they look out for them…they protect them…
We cry together, we laugh together, we are silly together, we vent to each other…

We met because our kids were in the same Kindergarten class. though Twister just lived on the street over from me we never knew each other….a shame really because she was at the end of her pregnancy with her second when I was at the beginning with my fourth. Those two are the best of friends now.
They are the kind of kids that can play together all day and never have a disagreement or come running tattling because the other did something. It’s a dream, really.
Ashley lives across the way. When we met her she had just had Madzilla, she was just an itty bitty thing. Now she’s 2 and still itty bitty but she has a voice with an opinion and the best darn kissy face.

I feel so blessed to have all these wonderful miracles in my life….

…..

Wy~he lost his front teeth so many months ago. Beginning of summer, so where are his other teeth?

JJ~She is going to dance class with a friend on Tuesday. I know what this means….

it means we are going to have to find the means to get her back to dance classes.
Maybe I could sell my eggs. I mean seriously, when I start doing the math of how many kids are in a class and what each kid is paying I start thinking I am in the wrong business. If I didn’t have 2 left feet and the coordination of a three legged elephant I might have been a dancer myself.

It’s changing…

The weather that is, not my attitude….unfortunately.
Yesterday I took the trash out while the kids were finishing up dinner and I was struck by an odd sensation. The air felt different and it was only 5:30 PM.The sun was still up yet it didn’t make my skin tingle. I dumped the bag in the can and I wasn’t sweaty, I wasn’t hot. I twirled around in the middle of the driveway with my arms up and my face facing the pretty blue sky. I couldn’t believe it. I ran inside and told the boys to hurry it up so we could play outside!!! If I didn’t have them play outside,even if it was only for an hour, it would of been some form of child abuse. I am pretty sure of it.
They played and so did I, the sun was at an amazing place in the sky….i couldn’t stop myself!!

If you couldn’t tell, I LOVE the sun when it is so technically WRONG and abused!

AJAXed with AWP