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There is no doubt I am a Mom.
While lying in a doctor/therapy office (physical therapy), I had my arm up over my head, just relaxing as I waited for the therapist to come in and do her magic. I glanced over to my arm and noticed a little tuft of *something* coming out of the hole in the armpit of my shirt. After chiding myself for wearing a holy :-) shirt out of the house, I laughed at the little bunch of white feathers coming out of the hole. Hee hee -- the coat I was wearing has downy feathers in it (is that how you say it? you know, it was a puffy coat and the puff is down. I just don't know how to word it, exactly.)
I kind of wish the therapist would have seen it, she would have definitely gotten her "swap-a-smile" for the day.
Oh - and I am not planning to replace that shirt. I wear it in defiance of my little girl who drew all over the back of it with black sharpe marker. She can try to get me down, but she can't get the best of me yet. I just need to keep it in the house and not wear it in public.
Wardrobe Malfunction
My little six year-old has taken to jump-roping. She loves it and takes a special class each week to learn really "cool" tricks.
The day these pictures (above) were taken, I think she had been at church and YES, she did wear that green shirt under her navy dress. I tend to think I am safe with my kids' outfit choices but they seem to appear in some kind of variation of what I've agreed to - especially this girl.
Anyway, one day after jump-roping class, she was happily telling me about her day and her fun class. For that day, she wore a green corduroy skirt with tights. As she tells me her story, she gets this huge grin on her face and says, "I am not wearing a skirt to jump-roping class again. My skirt fell right to the ground and the teacher would have seen my underwear if I hadn't had tights on." Another grin.
I've had a few wardrobe malfunctions in my day, but that is for another post. My daughter can chalk this one up simply as a "journal-entry" for sure.
The day these pictures (above) were taken, I think she had been at church and YES, she did wear that green shirt under her navy dress. I tend to think I am safe with my kids' outfit choices but they seem to appear in some kind of variation of what I've agreed to - especially this girl.
Anyway, one day after jump-roping class, she was happily telling me about her day and her fun class. For that day, she wore a green corduroy skirt with tights. As she tells me her story, she gets this huge grin on her face and says, "I am not wearing a skirt to jump-roping class again. My skirt fell right to the ground and the teacher would have seen my underwear if I hadn't had tights on." Another grin.
I've had a few wardrobe malfunctions in my day, but that is for another post. My daughter can chalk this one up simply as a "journal-entry" for sure.
Conversation Hearts
This one goes out to anyone who has ever been given a conversation heart and worked through the possible grief or disappointment or maniacal excitement that must have come from your actions :-).
I am my 3rd grader's Class Rep (I think in the olden days I would be considered the Class Mom, don't you love how politically correct Class Rep sounds?). I've been putting together a Valentine's Day party including two activities using conversation hearts. One of my kind contributors (for the party) indicated this morning to me that she went to the store, saw how suggestive the hearts are "now-a-days" and walked out, empty-handed. She is hoping to check out another manufacturer and get back to me. She is a conscientious lady and I really appreciate her honesty. I do.
I was left speech-less. I mean, really?
So, I mentioned this conversation to my sister and she wondered if I felt any bitterness or had scars over "unfound love" from my third grade Valentine's Day party. Sheesh, I am lucky to have made it this far right? All of those promising messages . .. unfulfilled......sigh.
We started sharing Valentine's from our past and I ended up laughing so hard I couldn't even talk - so, that is a good feeling. I'll let you know if my son's party has any "conversation".
I am my 3rd grader's Class Rep (I think in the olden days I would be considered the Class Mom, don't you love how politically correct Class Rep sounds?). I've been putting together a Valentine's Day party including two activities using conversation hearts. One of my kind contributors (for the party) indicated this morning to me that she went to the store, saw how suggestive the hearts are "now-a-days" and walked out, empty-handed. She is hoping to check out another manufacturer and get back to me. She is a conscientious lady and I really appreciate her honesty. I do.
I was left speech-less. I mean, really?
So, I mentioned this conversation to my sister and she wondered if I felt any bitterness or had scars over "unfound love" from my third grade Valentine's Day party. Sheesh, I am lucky to have made it this far right? All of those promising messages . .. unfulfilled......sigh.
We started sharing Valentine's from our past and I ended up laughing so hard I couldn't even talk - so, that is a good feeling. I'll let you know if my son's party has any "conversation".
Brave About Life
On the way home from church, my three-year old announced, "I was brave about life in my class today Mom."
I like that idea, I think I'll try it too :-)
My frustration, that may bring a smile to some and perhaps to me much later in life is this: I can't punish my kids because they each keep taking each other's "licks". Let me explain. I've learned that each child requires a completely different award/punishment system. Well, the highly emotional daughter I talked about the other day, is mostly motivated by the treats she will get at some point in her day. She'll just cry and cry when I "take away" her treat privilege. But, wouldn't you know it, the other two kids inevitably plan this "mission" to give her part of their treat.
My youngest, living up to the complete role of "baby of the family" often refuses to eat her food. She'll obsinately sit beside her plate of food, doesn't even have to beg or ask, and one of the other kids will offer to eat her food so she can join them or have dessert or whatever.
You see what I am up against here? My life must be spinning out of control. I started this post a few days ago, and just tonight this happened: my youngest was sent to her room for not obeying (truly, if I actually disciplined her for every time she disobeyed, she would spend her entire day in her room) and not even two minutes passed before I heard my older daughter in the room reading books with her sister.
My son doesn't usually have a support group, but he is almost always willing to lessen the girls' load, by either quickly picking up someone else's mess or eating someone's food. So, this is my point and moral for being brave about life -- find a support group :-).
I like that idea, I think I'll try it too :-)
My frustration, that may bring a smile to some and perhaps to me much later in life is this: I can't punish my kids because they each keep taking each other's "licks". Let me explain. I've learned that each child requires a completely different award/punishment system. Well, the highly emotional daughter I talked about the other day, is mostly motivated by the treats she will get at some point in her day. She'll just cry and cry when I "take away" her treat privilege. But, wouldn't you know it, the other two kids inevitably plan this "mission" to give her part of their treat.
My youngest, living up to the complete role of "baby of the family" often refuses to eat her food. She'll obsinately sit beside her plate of food, doesn't even have to beg or ask, and one of the other kids will offer to eat her food so she can join them or have dessert or whatever.
You see what I am up against here? My life must be spinning out of control. I started this post a few days ago, and just tonight this happened: my youngest was sent to her room for not obeying (truly, if I actually disciplined her for every time she disobeyed, she would spend her entire day in her room) and not even two minutes passed before I heard my older daughter in the room reading books with her sister.
My son doesn't usually have a support group, but he is almost always willing to lessen the girls' load, by either quickly picking up someone else's mess or eating someone's food. So, this is my point and moral for being brave about life -- find a support group :-).
Going Bankrupt
My son is in a class once a week where he has many "out-of-the-box" learning opportunities (perfect for him). One of these opportunities is to occasionally do a marketplace where the students make and sell items. The guideline is that the students are expected to pay for materials to make their items.
We headed to Jo-Anns (NOT his favorite store, he reminds me often) to buy a few items. On the way through the checkout, he was enticed by some of the candy (Circus Peanuts -- remember eating those? Straight sugar, but you know I had to have one, just for the memory of my grandpa keeping those well-stocked in his top drawer).
Now that I have visions of Grandpa headed to his bedroom, and me feeling so anxious and excited about the treat he would bring back . . .
Back to Jo-Anns, the cashier gave us our total ($13 - and our Circus Peanuts were not 2 for a $1, they were the most expensive thing we bought!), and I looked at my son and told him he was going to have to pay for it. He looked back and me and said, "Mom, if you keep making me buy all this stuff, I am going to go bankrupt!"
I think he has been playing a bit too much Monopoly, but he is so cute and precise with his words.
We headed to Jo-Anns (NOT his favorite store, he reminds me often) to buy a few items. On the way through the checkout, he was enticed by some of the candy (Circus Peanuts -- remember eating those? Straight sugar, but you know I had to have one, just for the memory of my grandpa keeping those well-stocked in his top drawer).
Back to Jo-Anns, the cashier gave us our total ($13 - and our Circus Peanuts were not 2 for a $1, they were the most expensive thing we bought!), and I looked at my son and told him he was going to have to pay for it. He looked back and me and said, "Mom, if you keep making me buy all this stuff, I am going to go bankrupt!"
I think he has been playing a bit too much Monopoly, but he is so cute and precise with his words.
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