It has come to my attention that there is less than one month left before school starts. When this discovery dawned on me this week, all I could think was, how could this have happened? How did two months of summer time fun slip past me without me noticing? I was supposed to have accrued all kinds of wonderful dreamy childhood memories for my kids by now. What are they supposed to tell my future grandchildren? Well kids, in the summer of 2008, we took two whole walks with the dog and got rained out at the zoo. Super.
You know that game on the Price is Right where the contestant gets 5 or 6 placards with prices on them and has like two minutes to match the prices with the right prizes? And the contestant always gets 2 or 3 right off the bat and then frantically tries to unscramble the other 3 prices before the time runs out? Well, that's me right now. I just looked up and saw I've got almost no time left to unscramble my schedule and enjoy the summer with my kids before its over.
So, yesterday I took a half-day off of work to take the kids to the waterpark and make some ding-darn memories of a lifetime. Well, you would have thought I asked my children (and nephew Jake) to join me at an all day insurance seminar. They immediately met my unbridled enthusiasm with moaning and groaning about it being tooooo hottttt and the water tooooo colddd and suggested that I check back with them another time. Emerson had an excuse, she had missed her nap, but the boys, well they were excuseless.
I quickly honed in to the fact that this entire conversation was taking place while they were glued to their Nintendo DS's. And having lived with these evil little devices for some time now, I have learned that when the boys are on the verge of breaking through to some new level or acquiring some sort of new evolved creature, the world as we know it stops. However, knowing this fact and caring about it are two different things. So, I ordered them to put the DS's away and pack it up because we were going have some serious, memory making fun whether they liked it or not. Of course, once we got there, they had a great time and I left satisfied that I could claim at least one really great day out with the kids this summer.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Undies Anyone?
My friend Anne requested contributions of embarrassing kid stories. As far as pure embarrasing goes, here's a nice Carson story:
Carson goes to a private Christian school. His 3-K teacher, Mrs. Lavell is pretty, sweet and conservative. The epitome of what every pre-school school teacher should be. One day, I was talking to her before class and Carson was still hanging onto me, trying to get my attention. I continued on in my conversation with Mrs. Lavell, not at all distracted by the fact that Carson had taken to running his hand up and down my leg. At one point, his hand goes from my ankle all the way up my skirted leg and then he stops. And right there in the middle of my conversation, he declares at the top of his lungs, "Momma, you aren't wearing any underwear!"
I tried to smile my most genteel , demure smile and replied, "Carson, honey, I am wearing underwear and you need to use your inside voice."
"No, Momma, I felt your bootie!" (Helllloo, did I not say inside voice.)
At this point, Mrs. Lavell is more than just a little bit interested to see how this plays out and other parents have begun to turn around to see what kind of tramp drops her pre-schooler off without donning undies.
I am now wishing that I knew some kind of magic sleeper ninja-hold that I could use on Carson to get him to stop talking. Short of that, I try to convince his teacher.
"Mrs. Lavell, I can assure you that I am wearing underwear. They are not a conventional type (ewww, I know, TMI, but what was I supposed to say?), but I would never leave the house without underwear. Promise." Big smile, and pray that she doesn't think I am a degenerate.
Mrs. Lavell seemed satisfied with that and quickly shooed Carson into class. With that I hustled my way on out of there and vowed to never wear a skirt again.
Carson goes to a private Christian school. His 3-K teacher, Mrs. Lavell is pretty, sweet and conservative. The epitome of what every pre-school school teacher should be. One day, I was talking to her before class and Carson was still hanging onto me, trying to get my attention. I continued on in my conversation with Mrs. Lavell, not at all distracted by the fact that Carson had taken to running his hand up and down my leg. At one point, his hand goes from my ankle all the way up my skirted leg and then he stops. And right there in the middle of my conversation, he declares at the top of his lungs, "Momma, you aren't wearing any underwear!"
I tried to smile my most genteel , demure smile and replied, "Carson, honey, I am wearing underwear and you need to use your inside voice."
"No, Momma, I felt your bootie!" (Helllloo, did I not say inside voice.)
At this point, Mrs. Lavell is more than just a little bit interested to see how this plays out and other parents have begun to turn around to see what kind of tramp drops her pre-schooler off without donning undies.
I am now wishing that I knew some kind of magic sleeper ninja-hold that I could use on Carson to get him to stop talking. Short of that, I try to convince his teacher.
"Mrs. Lavell, I can assure you that I am wearing underwear. They are not a conventional type (ewww, I know, TMI, but what was I supposed to say?), but I would never leave the house without underwear. Promise." Big smile, and pray that she doesn't think I am a degenerate.
Mrs. Lavell seemed satisfied with that and quickly shooed Carson into class. With that I hustled my way on out of there and vowed to never wear a skirt again.
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