You can imagine my surprise when I went in into the school office for something, and Angel -the office lady- asked me if I was aware that Scout had been in to see the nurse every day since school had started.
Surprise that I hadn’t been contacted about it yet….yes.
Surprise that he was written the passes….yes.
Surprise that my son was trying to work the system again….no.
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I thanked her proving it to me by showing me the nurses log.
Like I needed proof.
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And then I had a small chat with Scout.
It was brief and to the point.
It went a little like this….
“Scout, cut the crap. Unless you are throwing up or bleeding profusely, you are NOT to go to the nurses office.”
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Three days later, I checked in with Angel again and am happy to report that all of Scout’s medical woes, suddenly went by the wayside.
Mission accomplished.
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And it is a good thing it was all over, because when I found the crumpled up hall pass that had Scout reporting to the nurse’s office because of “something in teeth”, I could have gone nuts!
But because it was all in the past, I just looked at Scout, and we both laughed at how ridiculous it was.
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Sidenote: Have I ever told the story of when I was in the fourth grade and had a long-term sub, Mrs. Fonseca. I was determined to go home for being sick, so I visited the nurse’s office every day for about 8 days. They kept sending me back to class (even after I had stuck the thermometer under hot water!). But on the 9th day, with only an hour left of school, they called my mom to come and get me. And then miraculously, I never got sick again.
Scout comes by it innocently.
I just wonder who gave the “working the system” gene to me?!
Pippi turned one all over again today!
The cousins came to town, and we did the real-deal celebrating.
There was cake.
(Although I was a lame mom and only gave my one-year-old a cupcake to save on the mess.)
Presents.
Personally wrapped by the olders.
I focused on stuffed animals for this little girl who seems to love anything furry and soft.
When she opened her slippers and her duckie blanket/pillow, she huffed a bunch because she wanted them, and then laid her head on them with a big smile.
The Cliffords nailed their “Spot-It” gift, as everyone gathered around to play a bunch of rounds — including the Pips.
But Megan’s gift might have been the topper.
Pippi walked and walked with her new musical lion walker.
She got pretty good by the end.
(Although I am not forcing the walking issue on my last baby!)
Then there was the anti-climactic cupcake!
Although she did love her messy freedom.
But who can blame me!
Look how spotless clean she was just a few minutes after the cake.
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Happy Birthday to the sweetest and happiest little girl out there.
And to the cutest girl who manages to make the most unattractive facial expressions on earth!
I love, love, love you!
Poor Pips took a face-first dive, right into the family room chair.
Her first bloody lip was so sad/cute at the same time.
It doesn’t get much better than conference next to my husband with the kids gathered around.
Dash’s reactions to when he is in trouble have evolved over the last six months.
Before, I would say, “Dash, did you hit your sister?”
He would respond with, “I won’t do it again. NEVER. NEVER NEVER……EVER!”
And he was intently yelling those last words.
Now days, it goes like this.
“Dash, did you hit your sister?”
“Noooooo.”
“Dash….you better not tell me a lie! Did you hit your sister?”
“Yeah.”
And as soon as I go into his reprimand, he interrupts me with, “Mom….I love you. You are my best friend. You are gorgeous.”
The evolution has been bittersweet.
He has definitely become a little white liar.
BUT….he has sweetened up my ego at the same time!
Just a group of cute little girls who dominate any team that gets in their way.
Check out the happiest, sweetest, and cutest baby who turns one today!
Of course the Happy Birthday sign was up.
Obviously, a breakfast treat was in order — with a candle.
She was mesmerized.
But dug in.
In her honor, we had some friends over for swimming and ice cream.
And obviously a present or two.
But the real party comes tomorrow when the cousins come to town!
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Happy Birthday Pippity Dippity Doo.
Since I was the one who blew out your candle, my wish on your birthday is that you stay little forever!
Dash had been a nightmare all day long.
Tantruming it up was his first reaction to EVERYTHING!
I was so fed up, because there really was no explanation.
So as soon as I did pick ups, I was going to send him to bed for the afternoon.
Then the AHA moment…
I picked Scout up from school, and he said, “Hey Mom….did you hear about my Hero story this morning?”
I said I hadn’t.
He proceeded, “Well, I got up at 3:02, and went in and started watching cartoons. (He recently learned the ins and outs of using the remotes, and has gone to town.) Then a little while later, I heard Dash crying from a bad dream. So I went in and got him, and I cuddled him and let him watch cartoons with me.”
WHAT?!?!
Why was Scout up at 3:02?
And why the heck did he think it was okay to get Dash up at that heinous hour?
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I proceeded with, “Scout, that was really nice. But there are some new ground rules….there is no television before school…ever. And if you want to get Dash up while it is still dark outside, you need permission.”
Thank you hero story.
Or was that horror story.
Whether Pippi is in her stroller, car seat or grocery cart, she is a sideways sitter. She always tries to wiggle her way to the sideways position. She can usually do it everywhere but her car seat, and fights me to the death as I buckle her in to sit sideways.
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I guess everyone has their things.
I am a left-foot-up-on-the-dash kind of driver.
Lately, I have been telling Dash “Superhero Dash” stories.
He begs me for more and more.
I’ll give you a little sampler:
“Once upon a time, there was this Mommy who was so tired at the end of the day. She had stinky kids and just wanted to go to bed, but had to do homework and clean the house all night long. But then Superhero Dash was flying around and saw her. He swooped down and gave her a love and said, ‘you’re gorgeous, and special, and bootiful. You’re my best friend’. And he saved the day!”
He begs for more every time.
But when I tell him he has to wait until later to hear another one, he says to me, “Mom, I always save the day.”
And honestly and truthfully….he does.
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