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Yesterday we headed to Todd's grandmother's house for lunch. About 15 minutes into the trip TK asked if we were dropping him off at school. I told him school was closed on Saturday and Sunday and he was mad. And by mad I mean mad. Mad enough to say that closing school was the "stupidest idea in the world". I couldn't help but be a little envious of that enthusiasm... and a little sad knowing he will be just another jaded, cynical kid this time next year. :-)
State didn't exactly *win*, but I think it was planned. A calculated move. I think they were just throwing LaTech a bone since LaTech has 3 road games upcoming against BCS teams. You know, let them have a win - a feel-good gesture if you will . :-)
And now for the weekly installment of "WHO IS GETTING BEAT BY STATE THIS WEEKEND?"Game 1MSU v. Louisiana TechGO STATE!!!
Today Todd asked me from the living room "Where is the best place to buy Dell accessories? I need an American power cord for this computer and I'm not sure where the best place is."I said "How would I know, I'm a stay-at-home-mom".HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!It was awesome. Don't think I'm not living it up for a while - this staying home, wearing old t-shirts and watching House Hunters while the little one naps. Making mid-day runs to Wal-Mart - when it's only crowded with retirees and other stay-at-home-moms. Having "playdates" for babies at Chick-fil-A (um, whatever a playdate actually is...). Making Big Lots a part of my daily routine and actually getting to Tuesday Morning ON Tuesday Morning. Taking and picking TK up from Kindergarten (the BEST part of being home is that!). Going to the gym when nobody else is there and best of all - revisiting those days of having a newborn when everyone said "SLEEP WHEN THE BABY SLEEPS". Yeah - I love that part...I'm sure that eventually I'll have "stay-at-home-mom" responsibilities that I never knew existed and when those rear their ugly heads I'll go back to being a work-outside-the-home mom - but for now I'm enjoying the bliss that is child-rearing. (hahaha)
Tomorrow I'm going to blog about something other than the first week of kindergarten. Maybe about how the little one should count his lucky stars TK was born first. Otherwise...curtains.
08/26/2008
"Mommy, I have a new friend and she's a girl. She has a 6 year old brother with a girlfriend! Can you believe a 6 year old has a girlfriend?"
08/27/2008
"The girl that's my friend, that I don't know her name, with a 6 year old brother with a girlfriend...she was tricking me about her brother having a girlfriend so I'm not her friend anymore."
At least he's got standards. I wouldn't settle for that kind of deceit either!!!!! :-)
"How was your new buddy - your Smackit brother buddy?""I'm not friends with him anymore - he kept hitting me."Oooooooohhhhhhh. Hmm. Maybe you should have called yourselves something else...???????
"How was the first day of school TK?!?!?!?!"
"IT WAS AWESOME! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SCHOOL WAS SO MUCH FUN? I WANT TO GO BACK THERE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!!!"
...Excellent. That is perfect since you are committed for at least the next 13 years. State law and all.
That's the name TK and his new classmate came up with today at the Kindergarten Meet n Greet popsicle social. I guess it's their club...The Smackit Brothers...Poor, poor teacher.
Mississippi that is. I was born and educated in Mississippi. Although I have not ever lived there otherwise, my family is still there and frequent enough visits keep me a Mississippi girl at heart. So I feel like I "get it". However, on a recent visit to see my favorite relatives, I encountered a wonderfully WT sight at the park.
I took the kids to a park in Columbus to give my grandmother a break from my hoodlums. There was only one other family there - what appeared to be a grandmother, her daughter and the daughter's two kids - a cute 2 year old tow headed little boy and a 6 month old girl.
While words cannot do the experience justice, this overheard should give you a sampling.
"WYATT! That is nawt yer drank. Put that drank day-own. Eef yew want a drank come over heere and git yer Mountain Dew! WYATT! Put that day-own and come git yer Mountain Dew! Raht nay-oh!"
And just to paint the whole picture the Mountain Dew was in a sippy cup...and the family was from Florida. Way to go family - way to taint Mississippi.
...did not go *exactly* as planned.Perhaps it was me. Perhaps I hyped it up too much in an effort to secure the excitement of starting kindergarten. Perhaps it was the crowd. Perhaps it was hunger. Perhaps it was during the *witching hour* for TK. Who knows? Who will ever know? What I DO know is that I will be praying extra hard for TK's teacher come Monday morning.Some things that were said and overheard tonight..."Mommy, CAN WE JUST GO HOME NOW?!?!?""I don't care where my cubby is"
"Mommy, CAN WE JUST GO HOME NOW?!?!?""I hate those t-shirts"
"Mommy, CAN WE JUST GO HOME NOW?!?!?""I want to go to the ice cream park right now. This is boring"
"Mommy, CAN WE JUST GO HOME NOW?!?!?""I hate tennis shoes. Why can't we wear flips to school?"
"Mommy, CAN WE JUST GO HOME NOW?!?!?"And wouldn't you know, as soon as we were safely back in the comfort of our car on our way to dinner"I'm going to LOVE schoool and I can't wait for it to start."There it is people. PROOF that I will NEVER get it.
In just 3 short days we will be gearing up for the first day of school! I'm so excited I can hardly stand it! TK's teacher called today to introduce herself. I didn't speak with her, but Todd did and said she sounds nice, excited and competent. PERFECT. TK can suck that right out of her in the first week. KIDDING! Seriously, kidding :-)Actually I went upstairs to tell him that we now *know* his teacher's name and he asked what it was and I told him "Mrs. ______". He pondered that and rolled it around his mouth for a second. Then repeated it and said "Well, I bet she's pretty."I'm impressed that he got that from just her name...
2 adults + 1 five year old + 1 sixteen month old + 10 hours ONE WAY in the car = 4 lucky to be alive people...
I'm changing his name to "Stop It".
I ask because that's where we find the little one 99% of his awake time. He moves any and every chair, climbs up and dumps the salt and pepper out.Exciting for me that I'm hitching a ride with my mom on her way to her 40th class reunion in Mississippi. While she's carousing with her high school buds, I'm going to stay with my grandmother with the kids...and no backup for the WHOLE DAY Saturday. It's true that I invited myself to go along so I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that I'll be the one this weekend wearing running shoes and sweating...TTTS
Remember this post?
Don't you wish you could do it with the laundry, too?
This basket has a twin. All clean. But not quite folded. Just waiting for someone to give it the attention it deserves.
I.HATE.LAUNDRY.FOR.FOUR.
13 days until TK is a kindergartner.
TK: Where are we going? I thought we were going home now?ME: Well, we have to run to Wal-Mart to get some milk.TK: Can we look at the toys?ME: Um - maybe. We'll see. But I can tell you right now that we are NOT buying anything. It's too close to Christmas - it gets confusing for Santa when you start buying this close to Christmas. (I love August and beyond :-))TK: Okay. Maybe we can just look.ME: I think that sounds fine TK.TK: And mommy, if you let me look at the toys and you say I can't buy one, that's fine. I won't slap or kick or hit or bite or even punch you. I will just say 'okay' and then leave.???????????????????????????Well. Phew. I guess. I had no idea that was even a possibility.Luckily - I know what he meant and can laugh about it. It's from the drop-off-at-daycare ritual from when he was 3 and started biting again. I decided throw in every example of bad behavior lest I leave one out and have him say "You told me not to bite, but you didn't say not to punch" because he's smart enough to think that way. AACK.I will close by saying "Thank you God for making every day an amazing experience" and by amazing I mean HELP!
TTFN
The little one just cracks me up on a daily basis. He's at the fun age, i.e. anything beyond newborn and he starting to know what he wants and trying to figure out how to get you to understand him. The big thing now is working on creating words. He's really picked up some, like mama, daddy, di-ber (diaper), be-bee (baby), bobble (bottle), doggie, more, bite, hot, ball, banana, etc. And then there are the GEE family of words that we are still working out...Coo-gee. Pronounced Coo-GEE. It means cookie and that's can be anything from Cheezits to Nilla Wafers to Quakes. If they are small-ish and round-ish they are coo-GEEs. And there must be an air of desperation indicated when saying coo-GEE - like if someone doesn't deliver that cookie the world will END.Naw-gee. Pronounced gnaw-GEE. Naw-gee is the official catch phrase for TC. Naw-gee might mean "Give me that burp cloth", or "I want to hold that toy", or "Please pick me up", "Please put me down", "Please make the dog let me sit on his back". It means everything that the above words can't be used for. And he must love the sound because he will say it over and over and over and over and over again. Like this, naw-GEE!, NAW-gee!, naw-gee!, NAW-GEE!, naw-GEE!, NAW-gee!, naw-gee!, NAW-GEE!, naw-GEE!, NAW-gee!, naw-gee!, NAW-GEE!,naw-GEE!, NAW-gee!, naw-gee!, NAW-GEE!Wah-gee. Pronounced WAH-GEE. This means water, duh. But is used to indicate ANY wish for something liquid. If you can drink it and he wants it, it's called wah-GEE. What's funny about wah-gee is that it started out being WATER - clearly, WAH-TER...I told Todd that it's the little one's subtle way of reminding me that he is indeed a GEEnius.
Hate the new placement of furniture. Todd asked me to give it 2 weeks I countered with 2 hours...
Will be moving the furniture back...by myself...ASAP...
One that picked up the end of a couch and helped her husband carry it down the curved staircase. And then a chair. And then helped rearrange every piece of furniture downstairs, including two couches, two chairs, 4 or 5 tables and a freakin' piano. That's what kind.I will admit that it was my idea and so I was sort of obligated to help...right? The adrenaline kicked in during the heavy lifting and now that it's worn off and the lactic acid is seeping in to my forearms, I'm in some serious pain. So much that I can't even lift the laundry basket to take it upstairs...P.S. The lactic acid is not really responsible for my pain, I'm just not willing to fully admit that I overshot my muscular ability...by a lot.
This morning the little one woke up around 7:30 and when I got him up I changed his night diaper (as usual). We came down for breakfast and while breakfast was cooking he wandered over to where I was sitting and I smelled him. This is also "as usual". EVERY morning I change his 50lb wet diaper and about 15 minutes later he poops. AACK. But I can't bear to leave him in that sodden diaper for any longer in the mornings - so we just waste a diaper. Anyhoo, I made some comments about "Oh I smell Bitty. Time to change!". So I realized that the diaper bag was in the car in the garage so I just went there to get a diaper and wipes and he followed me and when he saw me opening the door he said "Di-ber, be-bee, di-ber" his words for diaper and baby. I said "Yes, it's time to change the diaper". So he goes walking off in front of me into the den and lays down on the rug and puts his feet up and just waits for me to catch up and change his diaper! I was all, "REALLY? You are a genius!" That friends, is service with a smile!This story makes me think the little one will grow up to have the next Stephen Hawking brain. I'm *SURE* your child has done something equally astounding - but please don't rain on my genius parade. Let me enjoy the amazing mind of my 15 month old for just a little longer :-)...until he's 5 and smarter than me...
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