Monday, September 27, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Fighting over who should get in the car
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Big A and I are on a kickball team now through my work. Our first game is this Thursday and our team name is this:
[team logo courtesy of moi]
We had our first practice last week, and I thought we looked pretty good considering most of us have never played before. We have double headers every week that last about 45 minutes each. I am SO excited!
The weather has been so icky lately, and it just makes me want to stay indoors all day with a fan blowing in my face. On days when I am hustling and bustling with the kids in the morning, I can't even begin to tell you how eager I am to get in the car and crank up that A/C like no other. It's like one of the best feelings in the world when the sweat is dripping off your face, and that cold air just immediately makes everything feel better.
Last week I was able to kick one more thing off my bucket list--brewing beer. I went over to visit with some friends of ours that have their own beer making kit, and they allowed me to take control and make my OWN beer. Pale ale. It's currently brewing as we speak, and next week I'll be able to bottle it. I can't wait. I'll let you know how it tastes.
Yesterday, I took the camera out to snap some pics of the boys. I always tell people that I have the worst models EVER for pictures. The D man always runs away from me, Little A refuses to take pictures, and Big A can't smile right....kinda like that Friends episode where Chandler is faced with the camera during his engagement photos with Monica.
[Oh man, that episode was HILARIOUS]
This time I was lucky. Here they are:
Friday, September 3, 2010
For me, I consider myself a kid at heart. I would probably STILL have sleepovers if my friends' families would allow it, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE having birthday parties or dinner with my friends. I still love receiving birthday cards, and gifts, and eating cake and ice cream--I don't care how unhealthy it is!
So for Big A's birthday he didn't want to do much. He just wanted dinner with the fam, and that's all. That was his only request....Oh, and some "chocolate and coconut" smothered in there somewhere too.
So we headed out to Pita Jungle because we heart that place so much. It was a nice quiet dinner and for once the kids were on their best behavior...hmmm....must've been the fact that they knew a German Chocolate Cake was in store for them in just a few hours.
When we got home, we had some cake and opened gifts. Since Big A broke a window a few months ago playing golf at our house, it was only necessary that he get a golf net for his birthday....for his sake...and mine too.
Little A worked diligently on his card for daddy all day, and gave him his school project as a gift. It was a diorama of the weather system.
D's gift was a few extra gray hairs for daddy.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I tossed and turned all night--AGAIN. It MUST be all the running around I am doing this week. It HAS to be!
Did I make Little A's lunch? Yeah.
Did he finish all of his homework last night? Yeah.
Did I pack all of D's items for daycare/preschool? I think so.
With both kids dressed and ready for school, and myself all one big hot mess (and trying to get ready to go to work in just a few hours), we headed off to take Little A to school. We headed over to his locker to drop off his Toy Story backpack and lunchbag, but the D man was holding the lunchbag and wouldn't let go. I mean REALLY wouldn't let go.
On top of it all, I had to talk to the teacher about some items in my son's homework folder that had some other kids' name on it. I let Little A run off to the playground while I wrestled with the D man and the Toy Story lunchbag. I took it away, but not without a fight, several "No's", and some tears...plenty of them.
I could hardly get a word in edgewise with his teacher, and I found myself talking in super-fast mode to get my questions out while also rushing her into answering those questions. I tried to keep my "happy" mom-face on while the D man was screaming and crying and angry at the fact that the Toy Story lunchbag wasn't in his possession.
I wanted to cry. I really did.
All I wanted was a moment of this teacher's time to have a decent conversation with her without the little guy causing such a scene. I left without finishing and hurried the crazy kid back into the car where all he did was scream at the top of his lungs and kick and cry.
We headed home briefly (which was not in the plans at all that morning). I wanted to find the D man's Toy Story backpack. I knew it was home....somewhere.
We ran inside. Literally. And checked every room for his backpack. Nothing. I checked closets, the laundry room, the bathroom, the garage, and even the car, but I found nothing. I apologized to him, but he continued to cry.