Tuesday, January 18, 2011


My favorites parts of today:

My friend showed up today with one of the cutest bags ever, filled with goodies for school. Folders, dividers, notecards, highlighters, hand sanitizer, gum, chocolate....what more could a girl want!?

I emailed J and told him I was pretty sure my love language was gifts (this gift bag made my day), and words of adoration, physical affection, and lots of lots of time and attention. And that it shouldn't be hard to make me happy with that knowledge.

Later, I was headed upstairs to take a shower. Danyo was sitting at the counter in front of a giant cake, left over from our MLK celebration, and a bowl full of ganache. Really yummy ganache too.

I'm not sure why the scenario didn't click in my mind, but I said, "I'm going to take a shower Danyo, I'll be back in a few minutes!"

While I was upstairs getting my towel and clothes, I spotted my Blackberry on the ground and I thought I should charge it in case lectures are boring tonight and I want to listen to Pink instead. So, I ran downstairs to charge it.

Danyo started when I walked into the kitchen, a rim of chocolate around his mouth, a spoonful of ganache in his hand, and he said accusatorily, "You said you were taking a shower! Why aren't you in the shower!"

It was so funny to me, I left him to the ganache and went back upstairs.

Good luck with him and the broccoli tonight J! You're welcome!

Monday, January 10, 2011

Viral Assistant

This morning on the way to school Bo and Avee were reminiscing on the old days, back when they had chicken pox. They of course don't really remember it (Avee was 18 months) but they've seen pictures and think they remember it. Avee referred to a rash Bo recently had and how they mistakenly thought it was chicken pox. Bo said Dad told them pox were bigger and more red. So he concluded that what he had was basically "an assistant chicken pox".

Danyo is obsessed with Weird Al right now. He can quote the entire first scene from his "Fat" video, but claims his favorite part is, "Ding dong man, ding dong!"

Today in the middle of preschool at our house, he was suddenly done and wanted to watch, "So-jin". You know, like a so-jin, cuttin' for the very fohst time....

I was so very glad that the first week of preschool was at my house so that the other nice girls I go to church with didn't have to hear my 3 year old singing to the tune of "Like a Virgin". And dancing like Weird Al imitating Madonna. It's all just very wrong. And funny.

Why can't my kids be obsessed with Star Wars or something?

I started doing a little preschool co-op this week with 4 other little 3 year olds. They are all so very cute. Darling little three year olds all excited to be in preschool, to learn, to have backpacks.

Except my little schnookums. It seems this preschool business has interrupted his television watching time. He'd like to not have it on Wednesday. This makes me so proud.

Bo had his first wrestling tournament this weekend. He gave a good ralley, but didn't beat anyone. This was very hard for him. He got a 4th place trophy, which is basically just an insult to him. What happened to "you didn't win, sorry, you don't get anything"? Avee and Danyo are insanely jealous of the little 4th place trophy but Bo is annoyed at the insult of it.

I think that's pretty much all I have to say.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

This Post is NOT About Cher

Well, it's almost time for my classes to begin. I'm really REALLY excited to start, which is the biggest indication to me that it's been a good decision to move forward on this. I tend to sort of go through life in either an aimless wander or duck and cover type position. That's how I applied to grad school. I was a little disappointed however, when I went to Walmerts yesterday to get my school supplies and there were no lists posted on what I'd need. I'm going to have to go to the Walmerts closer to the University and see if it's posted there. Either that or email all my professors to ask what I should bring. Or just show up with my trapperkeeper. Honestly, what more could you need? J says all I need to be successful in school is a small stapler. That's what all the smart kids have. We'll see. I just might break that mold. I will carry my three hole punch with me. I mean, there are necessities, and then there are necessities.

I'm going to try really hard to not be the person in class who talks about her kids nonstop and how the youngest did a poo poo in the potty finally, etc, etc. Although, today when Danyo went for day two of his new profound rebuttal, "You say no, and I say yes!" to anything I won't let him have or do, I thought that could be really good route to take in my college career. "You say C- and I say A+!" I don't think my red hair and chubby cheeks will have the same effect though. Too bad.

Tonight as I was putting Danyo to bed I reminded him to please not get in our bed at night. But whyyyyyyyyyy? He asked, so diplomatically. I answered with equal diplomacy, "Because it's my bed, not yours." He got his adorable little pouty, entreating face and started to work his magic. But the memory of him trying to snuggle my clavicle and kicking my kidneys was fresh in my mind and I stuck to my guns. "I don't want you to get in my bed, it's my bed, you have your own, you stay in your bed. If you don't want to sleep in your bed, then you can sleep on the floor and we'll give your bed to someone who will stay in it. I don't want you in my bed, all up in my grill all night long again." He countered, "You don't have a grill Mom. Dad does. It's in the garage."

I always seem to find myself on the losing end of arguments with these kids.

I got an adorable phone call from my mom the other day. She said that my brother had posted a video of my nephew on youtube and it was so darling and she wanted me to see it. But I needed to hurry because it was quickly moving down the page on Youtube, and it probably wasn't going to be there much longer. I think I've laughed about this probably 8 times since. It's just a perfect little dish from the recipe of a 75 year old who's internet savvy. Ish.

Ooooooooh. That rhymed.

We made some goals the other day as a family. Avee's were to be kind and choose the right, Danyo's was to watch Dora when we were done and take his bitamins with water, everyday, Ben's were to watch all the amazing kid's movies ever made and become a karate expert. One's my kid, one's J's and one's a mixture of us.

I'm madly in love with my Avee right now. She's so blasted sweet and good. I know this too shall pass, but I sure love it. I particularly love when she scolds one of the boys, after the manner of her mother. "If I see your shoes in the hallway one more time Bo, I will put them in the trash". It's like, a perverse version of me. I make that threat about useless crap they leave laying around, not shoes. Still. I love it. Bo appreciates it for the cuteness that it is, which I'm glad about. He could get annoyed at her bossy-ness, but mostly he realizes she's imitating me and it's cute.

The other day she reported to me that while she was in the bathroom she said some rather uncouth words. I remember specifically that "butt" was one of them. I listened to her confession and then reminded her that those aren't words we really need to be using. She looked at me, both shocked and indignant that I would say this to her. I looked back at her, standing my ground. She then reminded me, "I went to the bathroom to say these words, Mom!"

I realized that the "while she was in the bathroom" part of the story was an important detail. She had apparently had the urge to use "potty talk" and went to the bathroom to do it, and for no other reason than to say those words. Tell me that's not a sweet little obedient imp?

Bo has started acting classes. The rest of this month will be a crazy one for him as he finishes out wrestling and continues his acting class. He's actually gotten quite a bit better with the wrestling and I've finally conceded to let him go to a tournament. They have them all over, and you have to pay extra for them, and I believe they are verrrrrry long and drawn out. So, I was none to excited to voluntarily go to one. But he's really worked hard, and at practices he really pushes himself, pays attention, and does everything he's asked to do. Now I would like to reward him with a great big cheap, gaudy trophy. Don't worry, if he doesn't place, we'll just go to the trophy store and get one. I don't believe in my children ever having to suffer disappointment.

There's a really obnoxious kid at wrestling who thinks he knows everything and he doesn't listen to the coaches AT.ALL and he tries to trip kids when they are running laps, slaps at kids when they are trying to practice legitimate moves, and is an overall annoying little brat. Well, no one will work with him now because at this point, only the kids who really want to learn are still showing up, and he's just impossible to work with.

I watched him get thrown and slammed about 17 times tonight. I might be a little sick and twisted that it was very fun for me to watch. He charged partner after partner after partner like it was some kind of cage fighting tournament. I watched several kids turn, catch his upper body and just fling him. I saw him feign injury about 5 times. As soon as the other kid believes he's actually hurt, he lunges and tackles them. He approached Bo at one point and I just yelled out, "Nope, move along!" Bo would have maimed him and I just didn't want that on my conscience. Bo has a pretty strong sense of justice, combined with an appetite for revenge, it could have gotten ugly really fast.

Wow. I just typed two paragraphs about an annoying kid at Bo's wrestling practices. I think I may have hit an all new low. AND, I'm not going to delete it.

J's home. We have a hot date of popsicles (Chunks o' Fruit, thank you very much KB) and Easy A. Awesomeness abounds here.

Peace Out!
p.s. If you have any advice or tips or ideas on stuff I'll need for grad school, you know, for when my kids' mom goes to college---tell me. I didn't feel like I'd feel so out of the loop, but I do!