I don't really have much to post, but I feel as if I should since it's been a while. So, here are just a few things going on in my house:
-We have a new Friend that came to visit us today. Her name is Fay. Some of you mat have heard of her. We'll see how long she stays around.
-Son is still loving school. He thinks it is the greatest thing to be able to go every day. I am soooo glad that he likes it. It has changed his attitude around the house, too- always a plus to have a happy kid.
-Daughter is really enjoying her alone time with Mommy and Daddy. She is very excited when "Bruder" gets home for the day though!
-Husband is enjoying being at home, I think. Since his surgery was last week, he still has a week and a half before he has to go back to work. I'll miss having him around during the day.
-I registered for school on Thursday. That could be a post in and of itself. Maybe tomorrow. I will start on Tuesday of next week.
-My parents are coming for a visit. They will be here for 10 days. We are looking forward to having them around and being able to spend time with them!
Husband just cam in and informed me that I am missing the 50m Men's Race Walk. You all know just how much "I love me some" Race Walk (some more Southern vernacular for you). I hope the skinny little guys git to the end of their race to no where quickly!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
First Day Of School
Son started preschool today.
He went 3 mornings a week last year, but this year is different. He is gone 5 mornings a week. At his school last year, I had to take him and drop him off at his class each morning, and wait outside his class in the hall for him to be done. It sometimes seemed more like a glorified play group than tyre preschool. This year, I can walk him to his class in the morning if I want to (otherwise we can use the carpool lane and just drop him at the curb where he will be "escorted" to his class by school staff) and then, if I'm not using the carpool lane to pick-up, I have to wait in the lobby for the class to be dismissed and the children to be brought out. I have to say... this all seems awfully grown-up to me.
Last year, Son cried every morning that I left him at school. About 2 minutes after I was out the door, he was over it and playing (I would wait outside the door or watch through the window where he wasn't able to see me). He had a good time every school day, but there was always a bit of dread when the time came to actually go to school. Lots of questions... "Who is going to pick me up? Do I have to stay for naps? Is my regular teacher going to be there? When are you going to come get me?" If I were an outsider listening to his questions, I would think that his mother routinely failed to fetch him from school so that he had to stay all day, take naps on rocks, was left with a new teacher each day and then had a total stranger arrive at the end of the day to take him home. Please note... not once did I forget to pick my child up from school. Only once was I late, and I called the school to let them know it was going to be 5 extra minutes. Son never had to take a nap, he had the same teacher in his class almost all year, and Husband and I were the only people to pick him up from school. Ever.
So, being the kind and thoughtful mother that I am, I figured I would launch a preemptive strike against his fears. Last night while Son was in the tub, I was telling him about how he was going to go to school, I would drop him off, pick him up, his teacher was named ___ and would be there all year (he met her at Open House on Friday), ect. His response was "I know. I know. I know. I know. I met her already and she's nice. Can I smell the shampoo when you wash my hair?" I guess we didn't need to have that conversation!
This morning, he was up and ready to go. He got himself dressed- shoes and all- before he even came out of his room (he did have to change before we left for school though... a ratty t-shirt and high water jeans are not the most appropriate school clothes), ate breakfast, brushed his teeth and was ready to head out the door about 45 minutes early. Once we got to school, there were no tears, no hesitations, no nervousness... just 5 kisses, 5 hugs, and confidence as he walked into the room and started his new school year. I was so proud!
Now the true test will be how things go once he realizes that he gets to do this every morning! As some people know... the next day isn't always as great as the first.
He went 3 mornings a week last year, but this year is different. He is gone 5 mornings a week. At his school last year, I had to take him and drop him off at his class each morning, and wait outside his class in the hall for him to be done. It sometimes seemed more like a glorified play group than tyre preschool. This year, I can walk him to his class in the morning if I want to (otherwise we can use the carpool lane and just drop him at the curb where he will be "escorted" to his class by school staff) and then, if I'm not using the carpool lane to pick-up, I have to wait in the lobby for the class to be dismissed and the children to be brought out. I have to say... this all seems awfully grown-up to me.
Last year, Son cried every morning that I left him at school. About 2 minutes after I was out the door, he was over it and playing (I would wait outside the door or watch through the window where he wasn't able to see me). He had a good time every school day, but there was always a bit of dread when the time came to actually go to school. Lots of questions... "Who is going to pick me up? Do I have to stay for naps? Is my regular teacher going to be there? When are you going to come get me?" If I were an outsider listening to his questions, I would think that his mother routinely failed to fetch him from school so that he had to stay all day, take naps on rocks, was left with a new teacher each day and then had a total stranger arrive at the end of the day to take him home. Please note... not once did I forget to pick my child up from school. Only once was I late, and I called the school to let them know it was going to be 5 extra minutes. Son never had to take a nap, he had the same teacher in his class almost all year, and Husband and I were the only people to pick him up from school. Ever.
So, being the kind and thoughtful mother that I am, I figured I would launch a preemptive strike against his fears. Last night while Son was in the tub, I was telling him about how he was going to go to school, I would drop him off, pick him up, his teacher was named ___ and would be there all year (he met her at Open House on Friday), ect. His response was "I know. I know. I know. I know. I met her already and she's nice. Can I smell the shampoo when you wash my hair?" I guess we didn't need to have that conversation!
This morning, he was up and ready to go. He got himself dressed- shoes and all- before he even came out of his room (he did have to change before we left for school though... a ratty t-shirt and high water jeans are not the most appropriate school clothes), ate breakfast, brushed his teeth and was ready to head out the door about 45 minutes early. Once we got to school, there were no tears, no hesitations, no nervousness... just 5 kisses, 5 hugs, and confidence as he walked into the room and started his new school year. I was so proud!
Now the true test will be how things go once he realizes that he gets to do this every morning! As some people know... the next day isn't always as great as the first.
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Sunday, August 17, 2008
Tag... I'm It!
OK- so I mentioned yesterday that I was tagged by Some People Call Me Mom... here we go!
Four jobs I’ve had:
1- Barista
2- Nanny
3- Restaurant Manager
4- Administrative Assistant/ Office Manager
Four movies I’ve watched more than once:
1- Never Been Kissed
2- Back to the Future (all 3!!)
3- Sweet Home Alabama
4- Moulin Rouge
Four places I’ve lived:
1- California
2- North Carolina
3- Alabama
4- Alaska
Four TV shows I watch:
1- Lost
2- How I Met Your Mother
3- Divine Design
4- Jon and Kate Plus 8
Four places I’ve been:
1- Mexico
2- Victoria, Canada
3- Fairbanks, Alaska
4- Kingsburg, California (Home of Sun-Maid raisins!!)
Four people who email me regularly:
1- My Mom
2- Husband
3- Sis J
4- Small Group Folks
Four of my favorite foods:
1- Cheese
2- Ice Cream
3- Grilled Veggies
4- Beans
Four places I would love to visit:
1- Egypt
2- Ireland
3- Paris... at the finish of the Tour de France
4- the Caribbean
Four things I’m looking forward to in the coming year:
1- Son enjoying his new school
2- Watching Daughter discover who she is outside of being around her brother
3- Visiting Sis J and BW in Chicago
4- Getting to develop new relationships through the new year at CBS
Four -3- 2- friends I’m tagging: (I don't have that many Friends)
1- Ashley's Adventures
2- The Musings and Thought of Anna
Four jobs I’ve had:
1- Barista
2- Nanny
3- Restaurant Manager
4- Administrative Assistant/ Office Manager
Four movies I’ve watched more than once:
1- Never Been Kissed
2- Back to the Future (all 3!!)
3- Sweet Home Alabama
4- Moulin Rouge
Four places I’ve lived:
1- California
2- North Carolina
3- Alabama
4- Alaska
Four TV shows I watch:
1- Lost
2- How I Met Your Mother
3- Divine Design
4- Jon and Kate Plus 8
Four places I’ve been:
1- Mexico
2- Victoria, Canada
3- Fairbanks, Alaska
4- Kingsburg, California (Home of Sun-Maid raisins!!)
Four people who email me regularly:
1- My Mom
2- Husband
3- Sis J
4- Small Group Folks
Four of my favorite foods:
1- Cheese
2- Ice Cream
3- Grilled Veggies
4- Beans
Four places I would love to visit:
1- Egypt
2- Ireland
3- Paris... at the finish of the Tour de France
4- the Caribbean
Four things I’m looking forward to in the coming year:
1- Son enjoying his new school
2- Watching Daughter discover who she is outside of being around her brother
3- Visiting Sis J and BW in Chicago
4- Getting to develop new relationships through the new year at CBS
Four -3- 2- friends I’m tagging: (I don't have that many Friends)
1- Ashley's Adventures
2- The Musings and Thought of Anna
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Funniest Thing I Have Seen In A Long Time
Husband had shoulder surgery on Thursday, so we have been doing a whole lot of nothing as a family for the last several days. That happens to work out well since it is time for the Olympics.
Husband has the DVR set to record all the Olympic coverage we can get. As we don't get NBC at our house, we don't get to watch the "good"Olympics. You know, all the stuff that people really want to watch. Swimming, diving, gymnastics... Instead we get things like handball, white water rafting, table tennis, field hockey, weight lifting, air-rifle... and the crowning glory of all the cast-off Olympic sports (please note that I use the term "sports" loosely here) race walking. Are you kidding me? Race walking? I thought that was something ladies did to try and shrink their hip size!
We turned the recorded Olympics on tonight after the kids got into bed (as has become our custom for the last few nights) and on came the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. Mens' 20km Race Walk. If you are in the mood for a giggle, check out all the skinny little men with their hips waggling along, trying their hardest to get somewhere (or no where since they are on a set loop course) quickly without running. Husband said he thought they needed some good music playing as a sound track- something along the lines of "What Is Love"... think Chris Kattan and Will Ferrell. I said they needed to have polyester jogging suits and hips about a mile wide. I just can't help thinking of the stereo-typical group of older ladies that "power walked" downtown in the evenings of the small town that I grew up in. I can't laugh too hard though, as the reason I saw those ladies so often is because I was out there with them!!
And now... I have been "tagged" by my friend over at Some People Call Me Mom. But, I'm going to cheat and wait until tomorrow to share and to tag others. I have some more obscure Olympic sport coverage to watch tonight.
Husband has the DVR set to record all the Olympic coverage we can get. As we don't get NBC at our house, we don't get to watch the "good"Olympics. You know, all the stuff that people really want to watch. Swimming, diving, gymnastics... Instead we get things like handball, white water rafting, table tennis, field hockey, weight lifting, air-rifle... and the crowning glory of all the cast-off Olympic sports (please note that I use the term "sports" loosely here) race walking. Are you kidding me? Race walking? I thought that was something ladies did to try and shrink their hip size!
We turned the recorded Olympics on tonight after the kids got into bed (as has become our custom for the last few nights) and on came the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. Mens' 20km Race Walk. If you are in the mood for a giggle, check out all the skinny little men with their hips waggling along, trying their hardest to get somewhere (or no where since they are on a set loop course) quickly without running. Husband said he thought they needed some good music playing as a sound track- something along the lines of "What Is Love"... think Chris Kattan and Will Ferrell. I said they needed to have polyester jogging suits and hips about a mile wide. I just can't help thinking of the stereo-typical group of older ladies that "power walked" downtown in the evenings of the small town that I grew up in. I can't laugh too hard though, as the reason I saw those ladies so often is because I was out there with them!!
And now... I have been "tagged" by my friend over at Some People Call Me Mom. But, I'm going to cheat and wait until tomorrow to share and to tag others. I have some more obscure Olympic sport coverage to watch tonight.
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Husband,
Odd findings,
Olympics
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Random Conversation of the Evening
Daughter (lying in bed): Mommy, come in here. Mommy, come in here. Mommy, come in here.
Me (entering Daughter's room): What is it Daughter?
Daughter (standing up in her bed, reaching for a hug): I want nose napkin.
Me (wondering if I heard correctly): You want a nose napkin?
Daughter: I want nose napkin, please.
Me (moving toward tissue box): Here's a nose napkin.
Daughter (waiting patiently as I clean her nose): Thank you, Mommy.
Me (moving toward door after laying Daughter back in bed): Goodnight, Daughter.
Daughter: Thank you, Mommy. Goodnight.
Thanking me for wiping her nose with a "nose napkin"? (By, the way... not what the rest of the family calls it!!) Do I have the most polite 2- year old on the planet? If not, she has to be right up toward the top of that list!!
Me (entering Daughter's room): What is it Daughter?
Daughter (standing up in her bed, reaching for a hug): I want nose napkin.
Me (wondering if I heard correctly): You want a nose napkin?
Daughter: I want nose napkin, please.
Me (moving toward tissue box): Here's a nose napkin.
Daughter (waiting patiently as I clean her nose): Thank you, Mommy.
Me (moving toward door after laying Daughter back in bed): Goodnight, Daughter.
Daughter: Thank you, Mommy. Goodnight.
Thanking me for wiping her nose with a "nose napkin"? (By, the way... not what the rest of the family calls it!!) Do I have the most polite 2- year old on the planet? If not, she has to be right up toward the top of that list!!
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Daughter,
Family,
Random experiences
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