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Tony and I really have fun with the kids. Mad torturing skillz? We haz ‘em.
Last night we told Chloe that if she had been a boy, her name was going to be Cletus. Tony kept saying stuff about chewing tobacco and missing teeth. It COMPLETELY got a rise out of her, so we just kept calling her Cletus. She started screaming, with extreme passion in her eyes, “My name’s not Cletus!!!” Finally, she broke down, yelled at Tony, and said “It’s on like Donkey Kong, Dad.”
After a few kid punches and her being held upside down, Tony asked, “OK, you really wanna fight? You wanna fight?” She, of course, said yes. Then Tony said a line that I’VE never heard before, but I guess he used to say it when he was a kid. It was: “Well then climb up my ass and fight for air.”
I about lost it. It just struck me as so darn funny, that I couldn’t stop laughing. Tears STREAMED down my face. That, of course, got Tony laughing. Hard. The kids really had no idea why we were laughing so hard, but they joined in too.
It was exactly what we needed. These winter blahs were broken, even if it was only for fifteen minutes.
We’re knee deep in Christmas spirit.
Although today is December 1st, I’m not finished with the Christmas shopping. HOWEVER, I did get done shopping for the kids, and some of the other gifts. I’m completely happy with my progress so far. I bought a huge bag of Hershey kisses, just waiting for some store bought peanut butter cookie dough (yeah, close enough for me). On Saturday, the girls and I cuddled and watched A Christmas Story. The girls picked it, and that made me happy Let me share this with you:
Anyway, we had a great time.
Yesterday, we went to Build-A-Bear. I had promised to take them a couple of weeks ago, if they were good. Well, they weren’t exactly stellar, which explains the two weeks between “saying” and “going.” They were totally stoked about getting Rudolph and Clarice. Here’s a picture of them waiting for Santa:
Then, I took one of them on their own. There is one of Chloe by herself, and then there’s this:
I took the picture, looked at it, and literally LOL-ed.
They weren’t exactly dressed to get for the official Santa picture, but they did want to go and see the big guy. So, we waited in line a bit and it was their turn. Chloe wasn’t sure what she was going to ask for. Becca knew exactly what she was asking for…a DSi. I asked Chloe if SHE wanted a DSi, and explained that if Becca got one, she surely would want to play with one, too. She said “no.” Well, tough shit for her…she’s getting one.
So, they get on the lap and start chatting. Becca very politely said that she would like “A DSi and a couple of games, please.” Chloe just froze. She changed the subject, explaining all the stockings that we hung to Santa (one for the dog, one for the fish). He asked her what she wanted, and she said “a ball.”
She then added that she would just like some surprises, too. Had to write about it, because I NEVER want to forget that evening. Never.
I haven’t written for a while.
Shit happens. But everything has been pretty good. A trip to Girl Scout Camp for the day, chugging right along with every day life. I’m still determined to get my Christmas shopping done by the first week of December. Even though I’ve only bought two gifts so far.
I did get one gift for OURSELVES today…we bought an elliptical machine from Costco. It got delivered (and built…by somebody else!) today. So, no I feel obligated to have a little work out TONIGHT. Last year when I was going to the gym, I got on the elliptical machine about 95% of the time. I took a stray class here and there, but I really felt like I could zone out on the elliptical (read: not feel like I was actually exercising). So, SQUEE! Maybe I’ll lose some weight
We had a visit from the stomach flu this week. Only Chloe and Tony got it badly…Becca and I just felt icky, but that was it. Cute story about Chloe: Her teacher told me that she was just not herself that morning at school. She did a lot of sitting with her head down. Then, she quietly got up and went to the bathroom (there’s a bathroom in their classroom). She came out, sat at her desk and got her pencil. The teacher asked Chloe, “Chloe…did you throw up in there?” Chloe said yes, but she felt better now. The teacher asked if she wanted another child to walk down to the nurse with her. Chloe said “no.” So, the teacher said, “Do you just want to walk down by yourself?” Chloe said, “No, I don’t want to go to the nurse at all.”
She’s a big fan of school.
She was very upset when I picked her up at the nurse’s office and told her that she had to stay home the next day, too. Luckily, she was only all pukey for about six hours. She still stayed home from school the following day, but she got to run errands with me.
It was nice to have some alone time with her. And I got alone time with Becca the night prior to that. We went to Costco together while Tony and Chloe stayed home.
My kids are really fun to be around when they’re alone. It cuts out the whole sister-competition thing.
Thanks for listening, and I’ll try to write again before Thanksgiving. By the way, I’m heading out shopping on Black Friday. I think I swore it off last year, but it’s been a whole year…It can’t be that bad, right?
As you probably already know, Chloe just cracks me up. We had a little bit of family over on Labor Day for some burgers, dogs and such. Our nephew just came back from basic training, and he was able to stop by for a bit. (Super proud of him, BTW. He really seems like he’s gotten his shit together. He headed off to college…he’s doing the Army’s ROTC program to pay for school).
Jeff came walking onto the deck in his uniform. Chloe casually walked up to me, looking VERY concerned. She put her hand up to her mouth to tell me a secret. In a very concerned voice, she asked me, “Mom, Why is Jeffrey bald?”
LOL! I explained about Army haircuts, and asked if she liked it. No, she wasn’t a big fan. Jeff’s hair was much longer and curly before he went away. However, she did like giving his new hair cut a little rub before she went to bed. Hey, she learned something new.
Well, it is the eve of both of my kids headed to school all day. The first week had a few bumps, but nothing major. I think that Becca is realizing that the carefree days of summer are gone, and it’s time to get to work. Oh, and she’s not really all that happy about it. She’s been acting out a bit. She has a tv in her room that she watches for about a half an hour before bed every night.
She lost it until September 6th.
The television was the prize in a battle of wills between the two of us. A battle of wills? Guess what. I’m gonna win every. single. time. There was screaming, there was crying. In the middle of all of this she told me (in a very high pitched, loud voice) that she was going to call my mom and tell her how mean I was being to her.
So I dialed the number for her.
Grandma told her that maybe she should take a rest.
Score one for Mom (and Grandma).
She hated me for about an hour, but all is good now. The hate came back for a bit right before bed, but she’s decided not to move out.
God, I can’t WAIT until she’s a teenager.
(as I’m writing this…I just broke up a fight…and yelled for her to not stomp up the steps)
Anyway, I have a full week to myself, and it’s getting filled. Work tomorrow, get my hair done on Tuesday, take the dog to the vet on Wednesday. I’m thinking that Thursday might be a day to stay in my jammies extra long and read a book. Or watch a rated R movie. At 11:00 in the morning. Imagine that.
But it just hit me that, after that first week, I have to start school. It’s only two classes, and I’ll definitely have the time to do it. It’s all online. One of the classes is a programming class, which I’m looking forward to. It won’t really be like ‘work’ because I actually enjoy that kind of stuff. But the other class? English Comp 2. Blech. It’s the last class I need for my Associates Degree (it’s an associates degree in, well, general-I-couldn’t-make-up-my-mind-what-to-be-when-I-grow-up stuff). Now, I don’t really mind writing. But I like writing here…in that conversational tone. Official papers with footnotes and references? Papers in which I need to force an opinion on somebody. Ewwww, HATE IT! So guess what? I’m gonna come here to complain.
Consider that your fair warning