You guys, I love this little blog. I know I don't post very often (read: hardly ever), but it makes me so happy knowing that my little piece of the internet is still here waiting for me to find the time to write again (and preserving my memories in the interim).
In the meantime, I've branched out to twitter. Nothing special or even that much more frequent (in terms of posts), but it has definitely enabled me to - at the very, very least - keep up with the funny things the kids say and do.
Anyway, if you are bored or just need someone else to follow, you can find me (occasionally) here: https://twitter.com/slowlyblinking
Friday, March 02, 2018
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
2017 Kiddo Quotes
BANNER:
Deep thoughts while on the potty: "Are only Spanish people allowed
in Chick-fil-A?"
Trevor: "What? No. You've been to Chick-fil-A."
Banner: "Yeah, but I'm learning Spanish."
Trevor: "Those two things aren't mutually exclusive."
WITHOUT prompting, ask your child(ren) these questions and write EXACTLY what they say!
Banner, age 5 and one month
Q: What is something I say a lot?
Q: What makes me sad?
After seeing a cop car pull over a van: "I
bet he got into trouble for saying too many potty words while driving."
Trevor: "What? No. You've been to Chick-fil-A."
Banner: "Yeah, but I'm learning Spanish."
Trevor: "Those two things aren't mutually exclusive."
"Mom, pretty sure it is buddy day and I'm supposed
to wear jeans, red sneakers and a fire shirt instead of my uniform."
WITHOUT prompting, ask your child(ren) these questions and write EXACTLY what they say!
Banner, age 5 and one month
A: Weirdo
Q: What makes me happy?
A: When I say "I love you" to you
A: When Schafer poops her diaper
Q: How tall am I?
A: Fifty
Q: What's my favorite thing to do?
A: Sit on the couch
Q: What is my favorite food?
A: Soup
Q: What is my favorite drink?
A: Water
Q: If I could go anywhere, where would it be?
A: To Tacos. Or Colorado.
Q: Do you think you could live without me?
A: No.
Q: How do you annoy me?
A: Doing bad stuff, but you still always love me.
Q: What is my favorite TV show?
A: It is a bad compliment or maybe Star Wars or paw patrol
Q: What is my favorite music to listen to?
A: Adele
Q: What is daddy's job?
A: Daddy's job is nothing. Or maybe putting lunch away. Which is harder than nothing.
Q: How old are you?
A: Five
Banner: "No. I just like saying it."
"Jeep, I'm sending you feeling hots!"
(Feeling Hots = Healing Thoughts)
Q: What is my job?
A: Put my clothes away Q: What is daddy's job?
A: Daddy's job is nothing. Or maybe putting lunch away. Which is harder than nothing.
Q: How old are you?
A: Five
Q: What's your favorite color?
A: Purple
Q: How much do you love me?
A: One hundred forty two
Q: How much do you love daddy?
A: I love daddy a ten. Or maybe a
tendy eight.
Banner: "Sometimes when I wake up from nap time I feel miserable."
Me: "Do you even know what 'miserable' means?"Banner: "No. I just like saying it."
"Daddy had to go to the doctor and they had to let some
bleed out of him with a noodle!"
(Bleed = Blood, Noodle = Needle)
"Mama's pinky swears don't work like daddy's."
"Jeep, I'm sending you feeling hots!"
(Feeling Hots = Healing Thoughts)
"Remember the time I picked up a bee and put it in my
underpants?"
"Mama, can you have another baby and name him 'Lady Gaga'?"
On electrocution: "Mama, you know that thing where you are
a human. And then a skeleton. And then a human. And then a skeleton."
"Mama, sometimes I just want to look in the mirror and see
what's in the mirror but my head is always in the way."
On skiing: "I bumped my chin really hard on the beanbag."
"Mama, you know how some people get allergic to different things? Well, I'm only allergic to sharks."
On meeting someone new: "Hi. I am Banner. I'm five. I use the bathroom by myself."
On having a big belly after dinner: "I'm pregnant, right?"
Banner: "I played basketball."
Me: "But it is a super hero camp..."
Banner: "Yeah, she told me. I want to get her a present. Something for grow ups. Like a watch. Or some electricity. Yeah, electricity. I just worry bc I don't want to "electric" myself getting it for her. Also, maybe you and dad can get another babysitter so you can go to her birthday party at pump it up."
"Sad, sad, mama."
(I almost died) 4/21/17
Airplanes = Pains
Cocks = Socks
During her Adele phase: "Hello. It's me."
No nuts = Doughnuts in Schafer
"LET IT GO! LET IT GO! LET IT GO!"
[Turns on Let It Go]
"No! NO! NO LET IT GO!
[Turns off Let It Go]
Wailing: "LET IT GOOOOO! ELSA! LET IT GO!"
[Turns on Let It Go]
"NO! NO LET IT GOOOOOOO!"
Crying hysterically to her teacher: "Alice poop in my pants!!"
Ms. Tara: "Alice pooped her pants?"
Schafer: "No, Alice poop in Shaper's pants! No nice, Alice! Sad, sad!"
(Schafer pooped her own pants, but blamed Alice. Alice was confused why Schaf was suddenly mad at her. Ms. Tara couldn't stop laughing.)
Me: "Schaf can I brush your hair?"
Schafer: "No, you brush your own hair!"
Schafer: "Mama, I want milk."
Me: "What do you say?"
Schafer turns slowly to me on the couch, leans in close, gently cups my cheek with her hand, looks me straight in the eye and whispers: "Mama, I want some milk."
"I goin' on a lion hunt. Got my bi-noc-cool-ares."
"Jones bite."
Gac-A-Know-Lee = Guacamole
THE HOLIDAYS WITH BANNER AND SCHAFER:
Me: "I think you look very handsome."
Banner (whispering): "Don't tell daddy that.""Mama, you know how some people get allergic to different things? Well, I'm only allergic to sharks."
Banner: "Dad! The music is messing me up!"
Me: "Wow, buddy..."
Banner: "Mom! Now you messing me up!"
"My grandmas can't do the obstacle course. They are too old."
Becepts = Except
Me: "What did you think of the first day of summer camp?"
Banner: "I loved it."
Me: "What was your favorite part?"Banner: "I played basketball."
Me: "But it is a super hero camp..."
Banner: "Mom, I have to tell you something. Mikela's birthday is in five days."
Me: "Oh?"Banner: "Yeah, she told me. I want to get her a present. Something for grow ups. Like a watch. Or some electricity. Yeah, electricity. I just worry bc I don't want to "electric" myself getting it for her. Also, maybe you and dad can get another babysitter so you can go to her birthday party at pump it up."
Pat-er-in = Pattern
Dos it = Does it
Pill-llano = Piano
Me: "Did you toot?"
Banner: "Nope, that's just my sunscreen."
On cockroaches: "I love cockroaches. They are my friends. I just want to hold them. That cockroach I held at camp was a cool guy."
"Mama, this is true: when your house explodes, your toys do too."
On driving with his family: "I'm just going to listen to the view and ignore people."
On grocery shopping: "Mama, are we going to go to the tom foot or the store with the free samples?"
On driving around town: "Hey, look! A van. Wonder where it came from? I’m thinking probably San Diego."
SCHAFER:
On Trevor offering her waffles: "No. stop. Be nice."
Me: I love you so much!
Schaf: I love you, too.(I almost died) 4/21/17
"Jeep? Where go?"
During her Adele phase: "Hello. It's me."
"Wook, Mom! Dis has pink in it! And
dis! And dis! PINK!"
No nuts = Doughnuts in Schafer
"LET IT GO! LET IT GO! LET IT GO!"
[Turns on Let It Go]
"No! NO! NO LET IT GO!
[Turns off Let It Go]
Wailing: "LET IT GOOOOO! ELSA! LET IT GO!"
[Turns on Let It Go]
"NO! NO LET IT GOOOOOOO!"
Ms. Tara: "Alice pooped her pants?"
Schafer: "No, Alice poop in Shaper's pants! No nice, Alice! Sad, sad!"
(Schafer pooped her own pants, but blamed Alice. Alice was confused why Schaf was suddenly mad at her. Ms. Tara couldn't stop laughing.)
Me: "Schaf can I brush your hair?"
Schafer: "No, you brush your own hair!"
Schafer: "Mama, I want milk."
Me: "What do you say?"
Schafer turns slowly to me on the couch, leans in close, gently cups my cheek with her hand, looks me straight in the eye and whispers: "Mama, I want some milk."
"I goin' on a lion hunt. Got my bi-noc-cool-ares."
"Jones bite."
Gac-A-Know-Lee = Guacamole
Christmas Eve: Banner, armed with a pen, decides to
label his bathroom sink and cabinet as his own.
Boxing Day: the 2yo learns to remove her sleep sack,
pants, and diaper and celebrates by screaming like a banshee for an hour past
her bedtime.
Friday, December 22, 2017
Thanksgiving...
Trevor and I are adding on to our house, which is significant if you consider how much I hate to commit to anything new. And about right if you consider that we are doing only half the project because I drug my feet for so long that everything suddenly cost twice what it did when we first started chatting with a designer and architect literal years ago.
(Trevor loves to point out that if we had just run with the plans when we first had them drawn up, we’d be done with the whole project – as opposed to only halfway done with Phase 1. Thanks, Trev.)
The good news is that Trevor is getting his new kitchen, my aunt is getting a powder bath, and I won’t have to do laundry in the breakfast nook anymore. The bad news is that my kitchen is now in my dining room and I can’t park in my garage. But it is temporary. Plus, it has given us a very good reason to go through things and purge.
Which leads me to the point of this post.
Remember Gran? Trevor’s grandmother who passed away in August of 2011 when I was pregnant with Banner? Well, she donated her body to science and was gone for about two months before coming home in a USPS box (which I always thought was perfect somehow. She would have loved seeing how the postal system works from the perspective of a package, I’m just sure of it). I can’t remember when exactly, but we either scattered her ashes at Thanksgiving or Christmas of that year. I was uncomfortably pregnant at the time and my memory has never been what it was prior to March 2011. All I remember for sure is that Spence made a half joke about what would happen if Camilla’s garden statuary started moving DURING THE ACTUAL SCATTERING OF GRAN'S REMAINS in the ivy on the northern side of their backyard.
What I don’t remember is that we evidently didn’t scatter ALL of Gran that day. Had you asked me at the beginning of November, I would have sworn we did.
Apparently, half of Gran’s ashes went home with Trevor’s uncle, Randy. He may/may not have scattered her at his house (no one knows for sure, but the presumption is that he most likely scattered some of her there). When Randy passed in May of 2016, Camilla wondered what Randy had done with their mother's remaining ashes. She sort of assumed she'd find the USPS box while cleaning out Randy's house last year. When that didn't happen, she presumed he scattered the rest of her in his yard. This stung a little when his house was sold and later demolished by a developer. A McMansion is going up on Randy's old lot now, and Camilla had lamented earlier this fall about part of her mother being built on top of and surrounded by total strangers.
But, surprise! Randy actually gave what remained of Gran to Trevor.
Trevor only has a vague memory of this transaction, which suggests that it occurred when Banner was brand, spanking new and we were in the throes of first time parenthood. It is even possible that he didn't register what (or who!) was in the USPS box when Randy handed it to him. The only thing we know for sure is that Trevor immediately forgot he was in possession of the box/his grandmother and left it/her in the garage where, six years later, he was very (VERY!) surprised by the contents of a seemingly ordinary USPS box that he unearthed from a particularly cluttered corner of our garage.
(Oh, Tweb-bee...)
And, yes, admitting that my husband forgot his grandmother’s ashes were in our garage makes us terrible people. Who does that?
(Answer: Us.)
In my defense, I never knew that Gran’s ashes came back to our house. If I did, she would have at least been kept INSIDE the house. Heck, both Gypsy and Haskell’s ashes are in personalized cedar boxes under my side of the bed. That’s where they always hid when they got scared, and it seemed fitting (and a personal comfort to me as I adjust to life without them). That said, I think Trevor’s grandmother would have found the entire situation comical, and quite possibly orchestrated it from beyond on purpose (it certainly seems like something she would have done). If nothing else it probably explains a lot about various things that have happen over the course of the last six or so years (namely Schafer, who also happens to be Gran’s namesake).
Cut to Thanksgiving. My BFF, Jacq, had come into town to spend the holiday with us and we were about to leave for dinner at Camilla’s house when Trevor grabbed gift wrap out of the attic and covered a certain nondescript USPS box in brightly colored Happy Birthday paper. Then, once we arrived at his mother’s house, Trevor proudly presented the package to his brother as a 37th birthday gift.
That's right. Not only are we the kind of people who forget about loved one's ashes in our garage, but - when we find/remember - we also gift wrap them and pass them along to unsuspecting family members.
Y’all. I’ve never consumed a glass of wine as fast as I did that night.
Spence started to open the “present” as Beverly reminded everyone that her birthday actually came a full two weeks before Spencer’s in mid December ("Where is my present, Trevor?"). The wrapping paper fell to the floor and Spence ripped open the top of the USPS box, and then blinked a lot as his brain registered its contents. Trevor started to giggle, I poured myself a second glass of wine, Camilla rolled her eyes, Spence slowly lifted the ziplock baggie of ashes out of the box with a look of confused horror on his face, Banner piped up to ask why daddy just gave Spencer dirt in a bag, and poor Jacq just looked around at us all like we were certifiably nuts.
The one thing everyone agrees on is that Gran would have loved the whole thing: “hiding” in our garage for years, being passed from one loved one to another, being a literal gift that keeps on giving – all that was/is right up her alley. As weird as the whole situation was/is, it also resurrected Gran in a way, and got us all talking and sharing memories about her again. In my mind I can imagine her in her bright pink boa, declaring herself to be the Best Present Ever, and thinking the entire situation was "absolutely wonderful" before chuckling to herself and taking one more long, deep sip of Jack and Coke.
And, yes, there are also plans to spread the rest of her ashes in Camilla’s backyard at a future date when the whole family can be together again. I'm looking forward to telling Banner and Schafer about their great grandma and remembering Gran some more. That woman was fabulous and the closest anyone has ever come to being literally awesome.
(Trevor loves to point out that if we had just run with the plans when we first had them drawn up, we’d be done with the whole project – as opposed to only halfway done with Phase 1. Thanks, Trev.)
The good news is that Trevor is getting his new kitchen, my aunt is getting a powder bath, and I won’t have to do laundry in the breakfast nook anymore. The bad news is that my kitchen is now in my dining room and I can’t park in my garage. But it is temporary. Plus, it has given us a very good reason to go through things and purge.
Which leads me to the point of this post.
Remember Gran? Trevor’s grandmother who passed away in August of 2011 when I was pregnant with Banner? Well, she donated her body to science and was gone for about two months before coming home in a USPS box (which I always thought was perfect somehow. She would have loved seeing how the postal system works from the perspective of a package, I’m just sure of it). I can’t remember when exactly, but we either scattered her ashes at Thanksgiving or Christmas of that year. I was uncomfortably pregnant at the time and my memory has never been what it was prior to March 2011. All I remember for sure is that Spence made a half joke about what would happen if Camilla’s garden statuary started moving DURING THE ACTUAL SCATTERING OF GRAN'S REMAINS in the ivy on the northern side of their backyard.
What I don’t remember is that we evidently didn’t scatter ALL of Gran that day. Had you asked me at the beginning of November, I would have sworn we did.
Apparently, half of Gran’s ashes went home with Trevor’s uncle, Randy. He may/may not have scattered her at his house (no one knows for sure, but the presumption is that he most likely scattered some of her there). When Randy passed in May of 2016, Camilla wondered what Randy had done with their mother's remaining ashes. She sort of assumed she'd find the USPS box while cleaning out Randy's house last year. When that didn't happen, she presumed he scattered the rest of her in his yard. This stung a little when his house was sold and later demolished by a developer. A McMansion is going up on Randy's old lot now, and Camilla had lamented earlier this fall about part of her mother being built on top of and surrounded by total strangers.
But, surprise! Randy actually gave what remained of Gran to Trevor.
Trevor only has a vague memory of this transaction, which suggests that it occurred when Banner was brand, spanking new and we were in the throes of first time parenthood. It is even possible that he didn't register what (or who!) was in the USPS box when Randy handed it to him. The only thing we know for sure is that Trevor immediately forgot he was in possession of the box/his grandmother and left it/her in the garage where, six years later, he was very (VERY!) surprised by the contents of a seemingly ordinary USPS box that he unearthed from a particularly cluttered corner of our garage.
(Oh, Tweb-bee...)
And, yes, admitting that my husband forgot his grandmother’s ashes were in our garage makes us terrible people. Who does that?
(Answer: Us.)
In my defense, I never knew that Gran’s ashes came back to our house. If I did, she would have at least been kept INSIDE the house. Heck, both Gypsy and Haskell’s ashes are in personalized cedar boxes under my side of the bed. That’s where they always hid when they got scared, and it seemed fitting (and a personal comfort to me as I adjust to life without them). That said, I think Trevor’s grandmother would have found the entire situation comical, and quite possibly orchestrated it from beyond on purpose (it certainly seems like something she would have done). If nothing else it probably explains a lot about various things that have happen over the course of the last six or so years (namely Schafer, who also happens to be Gran’s namesake).
Cut to Thanksgiving. My BFF, Jacq, had come into town to spend the holiday with us and we were about to leave for dinner at Camilla’s house when Trevor grabbed gift wrap out of the attic and covered a certain nondescript USPS box in brightly colored Happy Birthday paper. Then, once we arrived at his mother’s house, Trevor proudly presented the package to his brother as a 37th birthday gift.
That's right. Not only are we the kind of people who forget about loved one's ashes in our garage, but - when we find/remember - we also gift wrap them and pass them along to unsuspecting family members.
Y’all. I’ve never consumed a glass of wine as fast as I did that night.
Spence started to open the “present” as Beverly reminded everyone that her birthday actually came a full two weeks before Spencer’s in mid December ("Where is my present, Trevor?"). The wrapping paper fell to the floor and Spence ripped open the top of the USPS box, and then blinked a lot as his brain registered its contents. Trevor started to giggle, I poured myself a second glass of wine, Camilla rolled her eyes, Spence slowly lifted the ziplock baggie of ashes out of the box with a look of confused horror on his face, Banner piped up to ask why daddy just gave Spencer dirt in a bag, and poor Jacq just looked around at us all like we were certifiably nuts.
The one thing everyone agrees on is that Gran would have loved the whole thing: “hiding” in our garage for years, being passed from one loved one to another, being a literal gift that keeps on giving – all that was/is right up her alley. As weird as the whole situation was/is, it also resurrected Gran in a way, and got us all talking and sharing memories about her again. In my mind I can imagine her in her bright pink boa, declaring herself to be the Best Present Ever, and thinking the entire situation was "absolutely wonderful" before chuckling to herself and taking one more long, deep sip of Jack and Coke.
And, yes, there are also plans to spread the rest of her ashes in Camilla’s backyard at a future date when the whole family can be together again. I'm looking forward to telling Banner and Schafer about their great grandma and remembering Gran some more. That woman was fabulous and the closest anyone has ever come to being literally awesome.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Durango Quotes, August 2017...
BANNER:
"Mom, it is not nice to smile when someone drops their hotdog on the floor."
Banner while looking at a picture of Ann Kennedy: "She is just so-so adorable. I want to marry her."
"Thanks for sharing mom. I already know that."
"It's just because I haven't picked my nose until tomorrow or today."
"I like Poppy. She acts like a cat."
"Look mom! It is Timmy and Gerald!" (Timmy and Gerald = Tom and Jerry)
"This is so en-tire-ish."
"Okay, girls. I'm only going to pull you to my shoe because that's real life."
SCHAFER:
Sock = Cock
Ner = Banner
Wakes up screaming: "But I is me, Mama! I is me!"
"Mom, it is not nice to smile when someone drops their hotdog on the floor."
Banner while looking at a picture of Ann Kennedy: "She is just so-so adorable. I want to marry her."
"Thanks for sharing mom. I already know that."
"It's just because I haven't picked my nose until tomorrow or today."
"I like Poppy. She acts like a cat."
"Look mom! It is Timmy and Gerald!" (Timmy and Gerald = Tom and Jerry)
"This is so en-tire-ish."
"Okay, girls. I'm only going to pull you to my shoe because that's real life."
SCHAFER:
Sock = Cock
Ner = Banner
Wakes up screaming: "But I is me, Mama! I is me!"
Sunday, March 05, 2017
Valentine's Day...
The Saturday before Valentine's Day was a big day. Well, actually it was rather ordinary in terms of Saturdays but then BIG things happened. Namely, my little guy scored his first basket in a basketball game.
Why is that significant?
Because we had to lie about Banner's age so he could play (the YMCA mandates that players be 5 by November 1st, but Banner didn't turn 5 until January), and basketball requires so much more coordination than, say, soccer. I had never thought about it before, but dribbling is a legit skill. As is shooting a relatively large ball overhand into a smallish hoop perched high up in the air.
I've posted this video before, but this is how the season started:
Why is that significant?
Because we had to lie about Banner's age so he could play (the YMCA mandates that players be 5 by November 1st, but Banner didn't turn 5 until January), and basketball requires so much more coordination than, say, soccer. I had never thought about it before, but dribbling is a legit skill. As is shooting a relatively large ball overhand into a smallish hoop perched high up in the air.
I've posted this video before, but this is how the season started:
We've spent the last couple of months working on dribbling and moving forward (at the same time), and have seen definite improvements in that department:
Coach Paul's goal is to have every boy score at least once in a game, but we are rapidly nearing the end of the season. And Banner...well, Banner gets so frustrated. I was starting to worry it wouldn't happen.
But then it did:
Riding that post-score high, Banner left the court at the end of the game, walked right up to his buddy, Nolan's, big sister (she's in 2nd grade), and professed his love for her. I didn't witness it, but Nolan's parents did and told me about it.
Cut to the end of basketball season party, when the entire team (and their families) was invited over to one of the player's houses to play, eat pizza and celebrate. Nolan's big sister was there, and - kid you not - Banner ignored his teammates for most of the party in order to follow her around like a puppy. They played pushy-pushy on the swing, tag, slid down the slide - if she was doing it, Banner was right there at her side. Funny thing was that you could tell that she enjoyed the attention...if for no other reason then she was the oldest at the party with a bunch of five year old boys. I'm sure if it hadn't been for Banner, she would have spent most of the party playing by herself.
Of course, it sort of backfired in the end. When it was time to leave, Banner was devastated because he "didn't get to play with my basketball friends, yet".
Oy.
At least Banner hasn't succumb - like many of the other boys on his team - to that whole "girls are gross/have cooties" phenomena?
Thursday, January 12, 2017
That time it was winter for ONE day...
Last Friday we had a dusting of snow. Actually, I'm not even sure it qualified as a dusting, but it was just enough to make everyone in Dallas freak out, and turn my afternoon commute into a 3 hour ordeal (and I didn't even get on a highway!).
When I finally got home, Banner immediately asked if he could go play outside in the "snow", and promptly ran out the side doors into the backyard.
He was back inside less than 90 seconds later.
Me: "Back so soon?"
Banner: "Guess what, mama?"
Me: "What? Too cold for you out there?"
Banner: "No! It is great! But GUESS WHAT?!"
Me: "You built a snowman?"
Banner: "No! I finally did it! What I always wanted! I made yellow snow!"
#lifegoals
When I finally got home, Banner immediately asked if he could go play outside in the "snow", and promptly ran out the side doors into the backyard.
He was back inside less than 90 seconds later.
Me: "Back so soon?"
Banner: "Guess what, mama?"
Me: "What? Too cold for you out there?"
Banner: "No! It is great! But GUESS WHAT?!"
Me: "You built a snowman?"
Banner: "No! I finally did it! What I always wanted! I made yellow snow!"
#lifegoals
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| Little boys are so weird. |
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
"Mama, it isn't nice to laugh at people who got hurted."
From: The School Nurse
Sent: Tuesday, January 10, 2017 2:19 PM
To: Me
Subject: Confidential - Medical Event Notice
Your child visited the school clinic/office. Below is a copy of the report:
Jan 10, 2017
Time In
1:57
Time Out
2:00
Temperature
Description
clipped a binder clip to his bottom lip; small cut with a little redness and swelling on bottom lip; minimal bleeding; clip was removed before he came to the clinic
Treatment
cleaned; ice pack
Outcome
back to class
Staff
nurse
Person Contacted
email parents
Time Contacted
From: Me
Sent: Tuesday, January 10, 2017 2:43 PM
To: The School Nurse
Cc: Trevor
Subject: RE: Confidential - Medical Event Notice
I’m a terrible mother. This just made me laugh out loud.
***
From: The School Nurse
Sent: Tuesday, January 10, 2017 2:52 PM
To: Me
Subject: RE: Confidential - Medical Event Notice
You are not a bad mother…. Kids do funny things! I am not sure why he decided to try that, but I don’t think he will try it again! :- )
Sent: Tuesday, January 10, 2017 2:19 PM
To: Me
Subject: Confidential - Medical Event Notice
Your child visited the school clinic/office. Below is a copy of the report:
Jan 10, 2017
Time In
1:57
Time Out
2:00
Temperature
Description
clipped a binder clip to his bottom lip; small cut with a little redness and swelling on bottom lip; minimal bleeding; clip was removed before he came to the clinic
Treatment
cleaned; ice pack
Outcome
back to class
Staff
nurse
Person Contacted
email parents
Time Contacted
***
From: Me
Sent: Tuesday, January 10, 2017 2:43 PM
To: The School Nurse
Cc: Trevor
Subject: RE: Confidential - Medical Event Notice
I’m a terrible mother. This just made me laugh out loud.
***
From: The School Nurse
Sent: Tuesday, January 10, 2017 2:52 PM
To: Me
Subject: RE: Confidential - Medical Event Notice
You are not a bad mother…. Kids do funny things! I am not sure why he decided to try that, but I don’t think he will try it again! :- )
Sunday, January 01, 2017
And just like that, another year bites the dust...
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| Boo. |
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| G.K. Woo has started sleeping like this in her old age. |
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| Schaf is fearless. #Athena She bounced, climbed and slid down the slides with the big kids. |
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| Such a weird photo but love my lil batman. He was so excited to have a "paint face". |
None of us made it until midnight. In fact, none of us made it until 10:30 PM. Which was a good decision because there is nothing quite like dogs, small children and fireworks to keep you up pretty much all night. The best sleep of last night came in the hour and a half BEFORE the ball dropped (note to self, I don't care how beautiful it is outside, NYE is not the night to sleep with all windows open).
New Year's Day was spent circuit training, nature walking, fort making...
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| Banner made a fort and asked Haskell to guard it during nap time. Haskell took one look a blanket and two over-sized pillows on the floor and was all over it. 🙄 |
That's right. Today was the fateful day that - just three days before turning 5 - Banner made the decision to take the training wheels off his bicycle. And I mean that literally. I walked out to the driveway to discover the kid pulling the training wheels off of his bike with his bare hands and tossing them into the grass. The Hulk is strong with this one.
I don't know why, but I assumed it would take awhile for him to get the hang of it. But no. Less than thirty minutes later, he was a regular expert. At least as far as pedaling and steering were concerned.
Happiest of New Years to you and yours from the four of us in Big D!
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