The first day of third grade was last week. I think it was harder on me than it was for my little guy. He was so excited to walk to school, instead of riding the bus, to meet new friends and to be one grade older. I remember what it was like, moving across town and having to adjust to everything being new. I hope he'll do well. I'm excited for him and a little sad for me. He didn't want me to help him across the street, the crossing guard was there for that. He picked out his outfit, picked out new shoes while shoe shopping because he wanted the 'cool' ones-I draw the line at skulls, so we compromised.
What a breath of fresh air. Starting over fresh, a new outlook on life and the whole school year in front of him. I sort of had a flash of his childhood....How I used to rock him to sleep in my great-grandma's rocking chair, the same one my Mom used to rock me. I was there for his first steps. The smell of Dreft wafting through the air. His soft baby hair and fat little toes. The way he would hold onto my finger with all his might. Sometimes, he'll grab my thumb and do that now, much to my delight. He's growing up I tell myself, let him go and be independent. As I did. As all children do.
"What's shakin' bacon? Nothin' muffin!'' Bubbaloo
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Friday night pizza recipe
This is one that will sure to make the kids chuckle and adults too, I'm sure. Last night, just my son and I, sat down to a steaming hot pepperoni pizza. I always jazz up take out/delivery pizza to make them my own. Below is the recipe:
a heavy sprinkling of garlic powder (we use industrial sized container)
a light smattering of Italian seasoning
a smidge of cracked black pepper
a dusting of parmesan cheese
Here comes the fun part. Take a slice of pizza. Nibble away until there is a row of pizza left next to the crust. Take a bite on the left side and a bite of the right side. What you're left with is what we call….a pizza thong!
Laughs will ensue. Food may become dislodged from mouths. Faces will turn red from laughter. Ahhhh, family time!
a heavy sprinkling of garlic powder (we use industrial sized container)
a light smattering of Italian seasoning
a smidge of cracked black pepper
a dusting of parmesan cheese
Here comes the fun part. Take a slice of pizza. Nibble away until there is a row of pizza left next to the crust. Take a bite on the left side and a bite of the right side. What you're left with is what we call….a pizza thong!
Laughs will ensue. Food may become dislodged from mouths. Faces will turn red from laughter. Ahhhh, family time!
Poor little guy
Last night, with all 3 kids running the house, we attempted to bring a temporary solution to our broken air conditioning problem. In the meantime, my son and I sat down to a steaming hot pizza for dinner. He had just had a dentist appointment and all went well. I was hoping he'd need me there, sitting next to him, holding his hand but he did just fine-sadly for me! Anywho, as we were talking about our day, I asked son #2 about Kindergarten. He proceeds to tell me his teacher's name and it sounded like Miss Wheeze. That cracked my son up but it made son #2 upset and frustrated because we couldn't understand him. He then repeated the name several times as I tried to decipher his speak. Miss Weeks? Miss Weegs? Miss Huh? Turns out, her name is Miss Reece. I asked his father, is his teacher's name Miss Reece? because I couldn't understand him. He said, something like that.
Hmmmm. That response would tell me that he's offended by my not understanding his son, who clearly has speech issues that have gone unattended. How does one tell parent's that their child needs professional help? Now that he'll be attending a real school, not a daycare, maybe the staff will see the need and suggest a speech therapist. He often cannot be understood, gets frustrated, gives up and walks away. I've seen it before, the parents can understand the child just fine and think everyone else can too. Then the child gets to school and they can't make friends because they can't communicate. The teacher gets frustrated and so on.
Hmmmm. That response would tell me that he's offended by my not understanding his son, who clearly has speech issues that have gone unattended. How does one tell parent's that their child needs professional help? Now that he'll be attending a real school, not a daycare, maybe the staff will see the need and suggest a speech therapist. He often cannot be understood, gets frustrated, gives up and walks away. I've seen it before, the parents can understand the child just fine and think everyone else can too. Then the child gets to school and they can't make friends because they can't communicate. The teacher gets frustrated and so on.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Should I?
Should I be bothered by the ex-wife informing the father of his son's Kindergarten orientation. Saying several times, in one sentence, that the parents only orientation is on Tuesday, just for parents. I soooo wanted to call the house and remind the Mr. to take his birth certificate as well as his son's because they may be conducting DNA testing at the door upon arrival. Maybe she doesn't know what she says or how she says it.
Should I be bothered by the ex-wife, son and his father going to breakfast the morning of the first day of Kindergarten? Maybe I get caught up on the words- I'm taking them out to breakfast on Tuesday. I asked Mr. are you taking my son and I out for breakfast on his first day of school? We'll see about that.
Should I be bothered by his friend's female roommate who keeps calling because her air conditioner is blowing out hot air? I said, instead of going other there AGAIN, I'll mail her our phonebook with a bookmark in section A for air conditioning and she can call a professional! Meanwhile, our AC in the house and both of our cars is broken. Maybe a nice case of heat stroke will get his attention!
Should I be bothered that his not-quite-moved-out roommate calls frequently to ask what arrived in the mail that day? He won't have his mail forwarded, instead he wants us to open, read, forward his mail for him. Deep breath….
I have a feeling that this weekends trip with his friends is going to be a bit of an anxiety attack waiting to happen for me. The Mr. doesn't talk to me and thinks his friend should go back with his ex-wife and the Mrs. is said to be two-faced and can't be trusted. There will be 5 kids under the age of 8, heat, sand and a boat involved. Sometimes, I think I make things out to be more than they are and it just makes things harder on myself. I want to drive separately, in case I need to bail, but that wouldn't look good on my part. Our original plans were to go to a county fair. It's a tradition in my family to attend atleast one fair a year. I haven't had that chance this year and I'm craving fair food like it's nobody's business! I guess I won't get to indulge this year : (
Should I be bothered by the ex-wife, son and his father going to breakfast the morning of the first day of Kindergarten? Maybe I get caught up on the words- I'm taking them out to breakfast on Tuesday. I asked Mr. are you taking my son and I out for breakfast on his first day of school? We'll see about that.
Should I be bothered by his friend's female roommate who keeps calling because her air conditioner is blowing out hot air? I said, instead of going other there AGAIN, I'll mail her our phonebook with a bookmark in section A for air conditioning and she can call a professional! Meanwhile, our AC in the house and both of our cars is broken. Maybe a nice case of heat stroke will get his attention!
Should I be bothered that his not-quite-moved-out roommate calls frequently to ask what arrived in the mail that day? He won't have his mail forwarded, instead he wants us to open, read, forward his mail for him. Deep breath….
I have a feeling that this weekends trip with his friends is going to be a bit of an anxiety attack waiting to happen for me. The Mr. doesn't talk to me and thinks his friend should go back with his ex-wife and the Mrs. is said to be two-faced and can't be trusted. There will be 5 kids under the age of 8, heat, sand and a boat involved. Sometimes, I think I make things out to be more than they are and it just makes things harder on myself. I want to drive separately, in case I need to bail, but that wouldn't look good on my part. Our original plans were to go to a county fair. It's a tradition in my family to attend atleast one fair a year. I haven't had that chance this year and I'm craving fair food like it's nobody's business! I guess I won't get to indulge this year : (
Monday, August 17, 2009
Lunch time miracle
Twice now, I've been blessed with a small miracle. I'm sure you're wondering, what is this I speak of? Well....I have left work for lunch on two separate occasions and both times I've returned to find, my original parking spot, uninhabited. If you knew where I worked, you would appreciate this phenomenon. Sweet! I say to myself, as I skip into the building, stomach full of tasty Red Robin cheesey-burger and fries.
Today, was a great day!
Today, was a great day!
Weekend
Last night I was asked, as we lay still after a long day, did I have a good weekend? Yes, I believe I did. No hustle and bustle of most weekends. No timeframes to adhere to. No alarm clocks to wake me. Friday night we dined on all-you-can-eat pork sandwiches with homemade mac&cheese and sweet tea. Heaven! Then we went to the movies and enjoyed my favorite candy, Reece's Pieces. No tub of popcorn this time-we've decided it doesn't really taste that good. For $6 dollars, I can be with my guys and reminisce on when I was my sons age and how my aunt would take me to the movies. Back then, we'd sneak in bags of popped popcorn, cans of pop and boxes of candy. I don't know who we thought we were fooling with that huge purse but the teenaged theater workers never cared to check.
My son was excited to report back to daycare to ask who else had seen Star Trek in the movie theater. Speaking of my son, he wants to wear both deodorant and cologne, at the ripe age of 8. School will be starting soon, sooner than I anticipated and I'm excited for him. Since the move, he hasn't met too many kids his age and I hope he makes lots of friends, real soon. I remember what it was like, as a child, moving to another side of town. Brand new house, school, friends, neighborhood….
Note to self: do not add cucumber to fruit punch as recipe states. Not a hit at the party! Sadly, after a revival attempt, the punch could not be saved. I've tried several new recipes lately and what I've taken away from those experiments-stick with the tried and true methods I already know. These newfangled things just aren't working out!
The weekend ended with a late night scooter stroll up and down the sidewalk with my son as I swatted away mosquitoes and he had a blast. The battle with the air conditioner remains. It's been a long and valiant fight and it's one that I think we will win! Autumn can't get hear soon enough….
My son was excited to report back to daycare to ask who else had seen Star Trek in the movie theater. Speaking of my son, he wants to wear both deodorant and cologne, at the ripe age of 8. School will be starting soon, sooner than I anticipated and I'm excited for him. Since the move, he hasn't met too many kids his age and I hope he makes lots of friends, real soon. I remember what it was like, as a child, moving to another side of town. Brand new house, school, friends, neighborhood….
Note to self: do not add cucumber to fruit punch as recipe states. Not a hit at the party! Sadly, after a revival attempt, the punch could not be saved. I've tried several new recipes lately and what I've taken away from those experiments-stick with the tried and true methods I already know. These newfangled things just aren't working out!
The weekend ended with a late night scooter stroll up and down the sidewalk with my son as I swatted away mosquitoes and he had a blast. The battle with the air conditioner remains. It's been a long and valiant fight and it's one that I think we will win! Autumn can't get hear soon enough….
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
I was inspired to start this blog by a friend that often hears of my woes of confusion and frustration brought on by loved ones and others around me. This blog is dedicated to all the people out there with a 'special' person in their lives. Here, you will find daily quotes and nuggets of wisdom that I find along the way-obsurd ramblings-funny websites-opinions and insights that will make you chuckle-head scratchers and more. Stay tuned as this party is just getting started! All aboard.....
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