In the spirit of DIY, which we have had in this house lately, Dash opted for fast running shoes out of paper plates.
Pippi joined in, and they ran with each other for about 10 minutes before the glue stick was wearing off. I told them to clean up their sticky feet, and they said they needed help. But I reminded them of the DIY spirit, and sent them to the first step of the ice-cold pool.
I asked one of the kids to help Dash fill in his reading log. I honestly don’t remember which kid. But the nest morning, when I was helping him sort all of his papers into his backpack, I came across:
A parent’ signature that resembles mine, but I don’t believe to be a dead ringer.
It really is close to mine, but it isn’t mine. Or is it? Was I asked to sign it while I was doing other stuff, and I was holding the pencil wrong? Was I blindfolded? Or did I have a child try to replicate my signature, instead of finding me for me own John Hancock.
The truth will come out — it always does. But since it hasn’t come out yet, I keep wondering if I am just crazy?
If I drive in the neighborhood at night, Pippi is usually cruising out the sunroof.
If I had to name this photo, it would be perfectly called, “Insult to Injury”.
In the stacks of paperwork I had to fill out on the first day of school, there was the “Celebration Book” donation. Basically, as a parent, I could buy a new book for the library with an inscription for my child/children. Most people usually do it on a special day, such as their birthday, but I opted for December 1st, and gave both Scout and Navy their books on the same day. On the book, there is also the reason they are getting a “celebration book”. So naturally, I put the reason I thought best — Navy is the “Cutest girl on Earth”, and Scout is the “cutest boy on Earth”.
They didn’t know they were getting them, and I had forgotten too.
But when they came home, they both told me it was SO embarrassing to have the principal announce them as being the cutest boy and girl on earth.
I was so proud, and secretly they were too.
On the way to school, Scout, Navy and I were having a fun time. We were cracking jokes, and laughing the whole way. As we pulled up to school, right before Scout got out, I cracked a joke, and he got out and jokingly called me an idiot. Unfortunately, “idiot” isn’t on our approved list of words to call your mom.
No big deal — a quick assignment of 40 sentences has him turned around.
The great news, is that Scout new it was something to laugh about. And that he got himself into hot water. And he was a really good sport, because just days before I had told the kids that any “garbage can words” get assigned sentences. He knew it the second he said it, and took the punishment like a man.
Many people are disgusted that I don’t ever have Christmas ornaments for our tree.
Well, this year I am out to ease their frustrations.
My family and I are starting year one of making our own ornaments for our tree.
All we needed was paint, mini canvases and some creative minds.
And the idea is a major HIT!!!
My kids loved making them.
The directions were this simple — create a Christmas scene.
Pippi painted, the washed her hands, then painted for two hours.
She loved it, and created a beautiful star in the end!
Navy was meticulous and her stuff came out so cute.
Dash’s turned out whimsical, and were Britni’s favorites.
Scout’s were a little more defined, and he made my favorite “The Nativity”.
We ended up with a bunch of rad ornaments, that will adorn our tree so nicely!
And even recovering Micah came out to make the cute snowman face above.
Pippi was so frustrated with Ducky this morning.
He got put in time out, and just kept getting out.
She told me that she was so mad at him, and I told her “Monkey see, Monkey do”!
This girl is having a lot of tough talks with her babies lately.
This one involved teasing, and being mean to the other 45 stuffed animals/dolls in Pippi’s tent.
When my kids were disobeying me, and playing hide and seek in the mall, Dash came back with “a really cool thing”. All of the kids were gathering around, so I gathered to see what the excitement was about. He found a repulsive bug trap! A sticky, messy bug trap — with bugs on it. I immediately tried to slap it out of his hands, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Dash was stuck to the goop. When we finally did get him off of the trap, he had the thickest and nastiest residue I have ever seen. After several hand washings, many wipes, and a few harsh chemicals, I just told him he was going to have yucky hands for the day.
Talk about a mother’s grossest nightmare.
Needless to say, I spoon fed him his pizza at the food court.
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