Wednesday, December 19, 2012
This last week at work I won a raffle and won a coffee mug and a glass jar full of tea. 88 teabags. I have never seen so much tea in my life (other than at the grocery store). Anywho... this coffee mug that I won is a travel mug. It is a big, bright purple mug with a screw on lid.
When I got home from work with my mug, Bug grabbed it and ran over to Bear.
"Poppa! Mom's see-pee cup! Mom's purple see-pee cup!"
She then ran down the hall, got her green sippy cup and showed them both to me. She was so excited that we both have sippy cups. She also pointed out the fact that mine was purple and hers was green. Also, mine is bigger (because I am bigger than her).
But really... how exciting is that?? We have matching cups!
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
The following weekend Monkey asked if we could do a fire again. We got some firewood from my parents and lit the fire. In order to keep the girls a safe distance from the fire, I laid down a blanket. They got their blankies and pillows and snuggled up to lay by the fire.
It was relaxing and fun. It was nice to spend some time as a family. It wasn't camping, but it was the next best thing. It also made me realize that I haven't been camping in YEARS. Bear hasn't been camping in slightly fewer years. And as sad as it is... my kids have NEVER been camping. I think that needs to be remedied. I know Monkey would be a little princess and dislike the dirty part of camping. And Bug would be more than happy to run off into the woods with the animals and bugs. It would be a learning experience for all of us though, thats for sure.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Earlier in the week, her daughter brought home a piece of paper with five numbers on it and Monkey's name. She gave it to her mom and said that it was Monkey's number. Her mom was confused. It didn't look like an address, and there was not enough numbers for it to be a phone number. Her daughter insisted it was still Monkey's number and they are supposed to meet at Monkey's house to play.
During our conversation, the mother told me the numbers. 12345*. I just laughed. That was our house number. Monkey had given her friend our house number (no street) and told her to come over and play. They had it all worked out. They just had to figure out how to get the friend to our house.
If this is any indication of how things will go as she gets older, I am going to be a very busy mom.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Bear had finals that Monday and couldn't get home in time to pick her up from the bus stop. I took a half day so that I could make sure to be at the bus stop to pick her up after school. Bug and I walked down the street and waited. The bus came. The bus went. Monkey didn't get off at our stop. When she didn't get off I asked the bus driver, he said he thought she got off at the last stop. Bug and I walked down the street.... No Monkey.
I grabbed Bug and booked it back home. I jumped in the car and sped down the street. I crawled up and down streets looking for her. There was not a single child on the street anywhere. Instantly, my mind went to the deep dark basements, and the ditches on the side of the freeway. I called Bear, but he didn't answer. I called my mom. She offered to come help look. I didn't know what else to do. In case of emergency... Call Your Mommy.
After 20 minutes of panic and tears driving around my neighborhood, I got a phone call from the school. They had Monkey. I raced over to the school as fast as I could drive safely. Monkey, and an old man were walking up to the office as I got there. It took everything I had to thank the gentleman without bursting into tears. I gathered her and Bug up and whisked them away home. Safe and sound. Thank goodness.
What had happen was....
Monkey got off at the wrong stop. She was walking around the wrong little pocket neighborhood. A man saw her and asked her if she was lost. She said she couldn't find me or her house. The man went to another neighbor and asked him (the elderly man) to help her since he was in the middle of a landscaping job and couldn't help. The old man asked her where her house was. She told him the house number, but didn't know her street. They drove around a little bit looking for "a house with candy canes" that is near our house. The man asked her what school she went to, and he called the school, told them he had her, and drove her back to school. That's when I got the call.
That 20-30 minutes was the most terrifying time of my life. I think I aged 20 years. There are no words to describe the fear, relief and the gratitude I felt that day.
But, I am back. tons of stories to tell. I am going to try to get several typed up today and schedule them out to autopost. I love the autopost feature.
Buckle up and read on!
Monday, November 12, 2012
Anywho... here are the pictures of the project I just finshed
Sunday, November 11, 2012
You are loved and respected. Thank you.
If it wasn't totally creepy, I would hug every military person I met.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Since then I had the "ON" switch flipped in my head. I have a sewing machine, a Serger, a body mannequin, 2 Styrofoam heads, and more fabric and patterns than I know what to do with at the moment. I have made costumes for friends and simple clothes for Monkey and Bug.
Currently I am working on a cosplay robe for myself. I am not normally one to dress up, but I want to sew more than I do and therefore I started looking up fun and simple costumes. I am working on a White Mage robe from the Final Fantasy Series. It is not any one specific robe from a specific game. It is my own take on the classic. It is a white robe and it will have normal red triangles, but it will be my own.
Monkey likes to hang out with me while I am sewing. Most of the time it isnt a big deal. But sometimes I just need my own space. Because Monkey is (almost) 6, I do not let her sew yet by herself. My grandmother bought me a $2000 sewing machine with a bunch of bells and whistles and I am not okay with letting her touch it right now. Monkey is however allowed to touch the pins. Our compromise when she helps me sew is that she can set her hands (gently) on my hands to "help" me guide the fabric, and she can pull the pins out of the fabric and put them on the magnetic pin cushion that I have. She is also not allowed on my lap or near the machines at all when I am using the Serger. I am terrified that she is going to cut her own finger off, cause me to cut my finger off, or cause me to destroy whatever I am working on.
I have told Monkey that I am more than happy to help her learn how to sew, but I want to give it a couple more years. Until then she can keep helping me.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
This was our first Halloween in this house. This made me a little anxious because it is new territory. Every neighborhood has a "normal" time that they start hitting the streets and knocking on doors. In my old neighborhood it was what I would consider kinda early. Before the sun went down. I wonder if that was because we lived in a kind of ghetto neighborhood and people didn't want to be out much after dark. Just after the sun started to go down we went out to the front yard to try to get a feel for what was going on. There was almost no one on the street. We ended up hanging out and letting the kids play in the yard for a bit before all the other kids started coming out to make the rounds.
This was also the first Halloween that we passed out candy. In the previous 5 years, we would pack up Monkey and Bug and drive down the street to my parents' house. Like I said before, we lived in a not so great neighborhood, and weren't really keen on the idea of going door to door. Needless to say, we weren't home, and therefore we didn't pass out candy. This year I took the kids around as Bear hung out in the front yard with the pumpkins and passed out candy. He said that he was kind of disappointed in the number of kids that came by. We chalked it up to the fact that we kinda live in the corner of our little neighborhood, and the kids probably didn't make the effort to go out of the main area for candy. At the end of the night, we probably got about 25 kids by the house. Not bad, but not great compared to the number of kids that were running around.
This was Bug's first Halloween that she could actually participate in. Last year she was only 15 months old. She was a little ladybug that got pushed around in a stroller all night. This year she was at the front of the line at every house yelling "TRICK TREAT PEASE!"
And finally, this was Monkey's first Halloween after starting school. Just after we left our house, we ended up seeing one of Monkey's friends from school. The two of them decided that they wanted to walk around and trick or treat together. We let Monkey, Bug, and Minnie Mouse (the friend's costume) lead the way while her dad and I kept them on track and moving. Monkey and Minnie we chatty and loud 6 year olds and Bug was more concerned with holding Minnie's hand. If she stopped holding her hand, Bug would run up to her with her hand extended and call out to get her attention. "Minnie! (yes she actually said Minnie and not the girl's real name) Minnie! Hand!" The girl would hold her hand out and walk hand in hand with Bug while talking with Monkey. We also ran into a few other kids that Monkey knew. Little Miss Social would run over to them, hug them, tell them what great costumes they had, tell them bye, and run back over to us.
All in all, this Halloween was really good. We learned a lot about the neighborhood. We saw no aftermath of shenanigans. No toilet papered houses. No smashed pumpkins in the middle of the street. Now that that is over, we have Monkey's 6th birthday in a week and Thanksgiving just a couple weeks after that. Then Christmas, my birthday, and New Year's all lumped up together. It's gonna get busy quick, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Bear's master plan to put off having kids worked!... for a little bit.
Having a puppy wasn't enough for me. So we got pregnant with Monkey. Now we have a puppy (that Bear occasionally refers to as "failed birth control") and newborn Monkey. We thought that Monkey and Cami would be best friends and grow up together. Six years later, this is not the case.
Monkey likes the dog, but Cami tends to be "aggressively passive". She will live in your personal space bubble unless you force her out. Monkey likes her space.
Bug is the human this dog was meant for. They are two of a kind. Both full of energy, don't listen, and will eat anything. ANYTHING. They chase each other around the house. Cami playfully nips at Bug to get her going again and Bug lays on her and tries to ride on her back. They both have their tolerance thresholds, but they seem to be able to hold each other's attention much longer than anyone else in the family can. It makes for great entertainment watching them run around and wear each other out.
Maybe Bug is half dog and Cami is half Bug? Who knows. All I know is they make each other happy. And even though Cami is/was failed birth control, we all still love her. Most of all her kindred spirit, Bug.
Monday, October 29, 2012
As we were walking to the car after the festivities were over, I overheard my mom and Monkey talking about her being a flower. My mom had a cup of water and was teasing Monkey that she was going to water her. Monkey was laughing and running away and playing with my mom about it. About a minute later, Monkey was walking in front of me and I couldn't resist. I threw the water that I had on her. She screamed. She cried. I laughed.
She was so upset. She went into insta-drama mode, crying and yelling at me. "Why would you do that?!" "That's not nice!" I told her that she was a flower and that I thought she needed water. Her response was fantastic:
"I'm not a real flower! I don't need to be watered!"
Bear tried to get her to calm down. He tried to explain to her that there was no reason to be so upset. She maintained that it wasn't nice of me to throw water on her and that it was mean of me to surprise her by doing so.
I didn't get her costume wet. She was wearing flip flops, so she didn't have to wear wet shoes or socks. She was dry within a couple minutes.
I knew that by doing that I was going to awaken the drama queen. At least this time I knew what I was doing. It wasn't a random crying fit because of some perceived slight against her. It was totally worth it.
I blame my mom for my sense of humor in torturing my children. She did it to me. I do it to my kids. And I am sure the cycle will continue. I also know that karma comes around, and I am only getting back what I gave my mom. That gives me confidence that one day my kids will find humor in the things from their childhood and not take life too seriously when they have their own kids.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
This past Friday night, we went to her school for Fall Festival (also mentioned here). I dread social settings where I don't know anyone. I feel out of place and like I am forcing myself on someone if I do try to talk to them. This was important to Monkey though, so we went.
As we walked in the gate, Monkey was already yelling "HI!" to one of her friends. It seemed like every two minutes she was running off to be social with someone. The amusing thing was it wasn't just an "oh hey, ok bye" thing. She would walk up to them and say "Hi, *name*!" and give them the biggest smile and hug that should could come up with. She would tell them something she liked about them (ie: i really like your costume) or tell them how happy she was to see them. She would then introduce Bug to them, give them another big hug and run back to us to continue on with whatever we were doing.
On one hand I have major anxiety watching her run off and talk to everyone. On the other hand, I am happy that she is confident enough start branching away and becoming her own person. Her teacher mentioned to us that she is generally a popular kid. That she always has at least 4 or 5 kids around her at recess and that the kids all love her. I can only imagine what will happen in the future. I wish what every parent does of course, I just want her to be happy.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Friday night we went to Monkey's school for the Fall Festival. There were games, food, silent auctions, face painting, and even a petting zoo. We got tickets and went on in. One of the first things the girls wanted to do was get their faces painted. Monkey got a pink sparkly heart and Bug got a sparkly blue heart.
As we walked away from getting their faces painted, I was carrying her while we figured out what to do next. Bug looked at my face and said "Heart mom?" I told her that I didn't get one. She just said "Oh" and put her head down on my shoulder. After a few seconds, she lifted her head back up and the following conversation occurred..
Bug: There mom!
Me: What where?
Bug: *wipes her cheek on my shoulder* There go mom!
Me: Whats that?
Bug: Heart you mom! *big grin*
Me: Oh thank you baby! Thats very nice of you to share your face heart with me.
Bug: Uh huh! I love you mom!
She then gave me kisses and we continued about the night.
Tonight (Saturday) we went to my parents' church for trick or treating, games, and some AMAZING chili. After everyone was done eating, it was time for Trunk-Or-Treat time. For those of you that don't know, Trunk or treat is trick or treat around the parking lot. People decorate their cars and set up games. It is very fun and easily controlled.
Anywho... back to the story...
Monkey and Bug were going around to each stop with big smiles and lots of "trick or treat"s and "thank you"s. We got to one car and Bug got to the front first. She said her cute little two year old "trick or treat!" and grabbed two pieces of candy instead of the one that she was supposed to take. I started to correct her and tell her to take only one, but I stopped myself. She turned around to Monkey and dropped one of the candies in her bucket, and took the other one for herself. Then she said "Ok lets go!" and the two of them ran off together to the next stop.
I have to say that I am very proud of her and her love for other people. I hope that she stays as considerate and loving when she gets older.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Bug is very particular about the stuff that goes in the car with us in the morning. Cup and blankie are the every day items. Shoes and toys are optional and vary. Today it was her cabbage patch doll.
Getting to the sitter takes about half an hour. About ten minutes out Bug proudly proclaims from the back seat "Diaper, Mom! Poop!"
Really?! I am not looking forward to dealing with a poopy diaper and rush hour traffic.
Me: Ok Bug. I'll change it in a little bit.
Bug: Ok Mom. I do it.
Me: Uhm... just wait.
Bug: I did it mom! Baby stink diaper done. I change it!
Oh! I Get it! I am so glad that "Baby" had a dirty super and not Bug. The rest of the way to the sitter and most of the way home, Bug talked about changing the baby.
Very cute and mature. She is definitely my lovey kid. Bonus: she's never stingy with the hugs and kisses.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Despite the saying, Silence is NOT golden.
Everyone in the house was doing their own thing. I was sewing. Bear was reading. Monkey was watching TV. Bug was.... uhm.... unaccounted for. She wasn't making any noise. She was not watching TV. Bear and I had the parental spidey sense at the same time. As I went walking down the hall to find our wonderful Bug, I heard Bear already talking to her. He beat me to it by about 10 seconds. But we found her.
She was washing her hands. And brushing her teeth. And brushing her hair. She wasn't using soap, toothpaste, or gel. She was using a tube of diaper rash cream. For all three things.
Her hands and the counter were covered in a moderate layer of the cream. We could not even see her skin. She had clumps and smears of cream on and around her mouth. And finally, she had her hair smeared straight up like Sonic the Hedgehog. I grabbed her up and swooped her away to the shower.
The shower was a pain all by its self. Diaper rash cream is water resistant. Lots of real soap. Lots of scrubbing with a hand towel, and still she came out of the shower a bit greasy.
I think I need to have my parent radar updated. It was a little slow on the pick up of the shenanigans of Bug.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
After we left the store, Bug was sitting in the back seat making lion noises. "RAWR!" This led into a round of "What sound does _____ make?" We ran through the usual suspects: cats, cows, chickens, roosters, dogs, lions, birds, and even fish. Then it got fun.
Me: "Bug, what sound do you make?"
Me: "What sound does Monkey (my daughter not the animal) make?"
Monkey: "Eeh Eeh Aah Aah!" (or however you spell the noise a real monkey makes)
Me: "What sound does Poppa (Bear) make?"
Me: "Poppa makes dinner?"
Bug: "Yup! At house! I hungee!"
Me: "What sound do I make?"
Bug: "No, Momma. No noise."
Monkey: "Tweet tweet!" (I'm Bird)
Monkey: "I'm done playing this game now mom, whats for dinner?"
Our conversation then moved on to dinner, chores, and what happened at daycare. My two year old helped me learn something new. Poppa makes the noise "Dinner!"
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
As we walked through the parking lot, the cart bounced and jiggled because the pavement was not very smooth. Monkey said "Mom, I am so high up off the ground I think my flip flops might fall off."
Bug then reached over and put her left hand on Monkey's chest and said "I got you!"
Monkey started to tell Bug to stop touching her when I explained to her that Bug was trying to hold her back so she wouldn't fall. Bug translated what Monkey had said to mean that she was afraid SHE was going to fall out of the cart, so she was helping keep her sister safe.
We got into the store and Bug put her hand down and we went about our shopping. Once we got back onto the uneven terrain of the parking lot, Bug instantly put her hand back on Monkey's chest.
Sometimes my kids make me crazy, but its moments like this that I think matter the most.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
“Monkey, think about it this way. If Cinderella had had her glasses on, she would have seen when her glass slipper fell off, and she could have grabbed it and not lost it.”
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
My husband or I pack her a lunch every day. On the off days that she is allowed to buy, we give her money. So, when she was getting lunch when she wasn't supposed to it created two problems. First, she wasn't eating what we packed for her. So in some cases, the food was getting wasted. Secondly, they weren't denying her the lunch or breakfast. Instead, they fed her (can't deny a hungry child) and she basically created a tab at the school. Now I owe the school money and look like scumbag parent for not giving her lunch or money.
Needless to say, when we found out, my husband and I were less than happy about her choice. Her rationale was that it was "free" because they would give it to her without her giving them money. We talked to her about it, she said she wouldn't do it again, and life moved on.
The very next week she did it again.
This time our discussion involved losing toys and such if she did it again. She said (again) that she wouldn't do it.
Three weeks later...
Monkey and I are sitting at the dinner table finishing up our meals. Bear and Bug are already done and off doing their own things. Monkey set her fork down, laced her fingers together, set her hands on the table and said "Mom I want to have a conversation with you." I asked her what it was about and she said buying lunches. I called Bear into the room and told him Monkey wanted to have a "conversation" with us.
It went like this:
"I would like to have a conversation with you about buying lunches again. I have been very good at doing my chores, not buying breakfast or lunch when I am not supposed to, and I have been behaving in school. I was wondering if I could start buying lunch once a week again"
It took every ounce of self control I had not to laugh. Not because it was funny, but I was just blown away at the level of maturity that she was showing. She isn't even six yet! I took a deep breath and told her that as long as she continued to do all of those things, she could buy lunches again. She said "Okay, thank you" and left the table to go play.
If these are the conversations we have with her at the age of (almost) six... I am scared already for the future.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
About a year ago, we had had my in-laws over for lunch. We went over to Subway and picked up sandwiches and brought them back to our house to eat. Bug (at the time was 1) will eat ANYTHING she can get her hands on. She was walking around scavenging anything that she could off of everyone's plates. As she came up to my brother-in-law's plate she found a slice of jalapeno. Bug swiped it off the plate and ran away before we could stop her.
Maybe I am a bad mom, but I saw potential comic value in this situation so I didn't try to stop her when she put the jalapeno slice in her mouth. I was not disappointed. Bug took a bite and got a mouthful of juice. She made the funniest baby bitter beer face I have ever seen. She promptly grabbed the jalapeno out of her mouth and gave it back to my brother-in-law. All of us couldn't help but laugh.
3 Minutes Later...
The little jalapeno thief showed up again. She grabbed the slice and ran away. I wasn't sure what was going to happen this time around since she already had experienced that taste the first time around. Sure enough... *BITE* and again with the bitter beer face. Bug quickly returned the jalapeno again.
1 Minute Later...
Rinse and repeat.
After the third round we finally decided that this game needed to end. We were worried that she was going to get jalapeno juice on her face or eyes. We thought that she might learn to not put anything and everything in her mouth after that less than pleasant experience. That is definitely not the case. One year later, there is still a natural motion from her hand to her mouth.
I was at my parents' house last night and I was telling them a story about my then 1 year old trying to eat jalapenos off my brother-in-law's sandwich. I thought it was a funny story, but nothing worth getting particularly excited about. After I finished the story, my dad came up to me and said:
"You should write some of these stories down. You have a way about telling stories and expressing yourself that is very engaging and entertaining."
So I thought "Eh, why not" and now I'm writing this. I am hoping this will work out better than previous attempts. I am not going to try to write about anything specific. I sew occasionally, read a lot, play video games, work 40 hours a week,wife, and mom. Plus about a million things more. I think I have a higher likelihood of follow through on this.
Let's see what happens.