After working with Polie on her midterm, Navy still missed 10 out of 64. So I told her that she was going to have to retake it. As we were driving home, I could tell that maybe she was sniffling a bit, so I asked what was wrong. She said, “Mom, Sarah missed 11, and she doesn’t have to retake it!” Then before I could answer, Scout chimed in with, “Navy, that is because we have a strict mom who makes us work hard. And because she is strict, we will grow up to be wealthy and we won’t live on the streets in a cardboard box.” Navy thought for a second, and said, “Nuh-uh Scout. You always eat junk food!”
All three of us were quiet for a split second, and then Scout and I started cracking up. He then said, “Navy I said Wealthy, not Healthy!”
Needless to say, the mood was lightened.
And then I informed her that she would still be retaking it, but only to prove to herself and Polie (and me) that she could get 100%.
Which she did!
My kids were sad to see Krispy go back to the North Pole.
Which was completely opposite of my reaction.
Navy was sweet enough to make him a parting gift.
Two Elf hats made from red felt and cotton balls.
“To Krispy, I made these hats for you. Take which one fits you! Give the other one to your friend! Love, Navy”
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The next day, Navy was soooo stoked to get this text straight from Santa!
Navy, it looks like there is a great Christmas ahead for you.
Scout has had a rough season in basketball. Things just haven’t quite come together for him. So when the new neighbor kid was bouncing his ball down the street, I invited him over for some one on one with Scout. The neighbor is 11, and Scout is 8, so I was pretty sure it would be a waste of the neighbor’s time. But then the game started, and WHOA!!!
Scout was AMAZING!
He was aggressive, fast, made every shot he threw up…it was unlike anything I have ever seen from him!
At first the neighbor was giving him chances, but by the end, he wasn’t.
The neighbor ended up winning, but not by much.
If only this game could transfer to the team game!
PLEASE!!!
Afterwards, we were talking about it. He said that one-on-one is easier for him. And then he started bragging about how he “killed” the new guy. I told him to pipe down, until I see that on one of his Saturday games! And then I told him it was time to fix that awful new smile of his, where he looks like Popeye!
I told Navy that she is not to be on her Rollerblades without knee pads.
So you can imagine my anger when I pulled up to see her cruising without any.
But she saw me, her smile was just too big….something was up.
Upon a closer examination, and her pointing out her ingenuity to me….she had knee pads alright!
Check these Duct tape/cotton ball knee pads out!
She was so proud of herself.
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OK.
Now go and get your helmet on.
Can’t wait to see this one!
It’s rare anymore that all four of these kids do bath time together. But after a long and dirty day, with Micah and I wanting them in bed ASAP, we stuck them all in Micah’s bath. They were stoked, because they love the feature of being able to splash water like crazy with the door closed, without making a mess.
Out of everyone, I think Pippi likes it the best. She loves to be a part of anything the big kids do. Look at her cracking jokes above. She would get all the way under, then come up with bubbles all over her, and say “Ho Ho Ho”. Everyone would die laughing, and then she would repeat.
ON top of perfect spelling tests, Scout has been acing his math tests!
Props buddy boy!
Like siblings, like siblings. Pippi is just like Dash, and will NOT swallow anything she doesn’t like. They are like human Trapper Keepers. The funny things is that neither of them will complain about what is in their mouth. Instead, they will sit there — sometimes for hours — with a mouth full of their food they don’t like. It is actually hilarious.
Today, at sushi, Pippi had a mouth full of soybeans. After a few minutes, I noticed she wasn’t eating her beloved rice, and I immediately knew what was going on. I asked her to open her mouth. And there was the equivalent of about 10 beans all mashed up in there. After spitting them out, she was back at it with the rice.
Dash was spouting off about something this morning — probably how the IPad is a great enhancement to his life.
Navy response included the word “addicted”.
Then he screamed, “I am not addicted!”
Navy then asked, “Dash, do you even know what addicted means?”
He in the most disgusted, exasperated and know-it-all tone said, “Yeah Navy, it means allergic!”
Well, as the mom, I can tell you that Dash had a right to be upset when Navy was calling him “allergic” to the IPad….because the truth is actually the opposite. It’s more like he is…what’s the word? It’s on the tip of my tongue…? Oh yeah!
It’s more like he is … “addicted”!
I can not comprehend how my kids can get so filthy in a 12 hour span?!?!
These are Scout’s hands after school.
And the worst part….he was just about to dig into a snack with those hands!
Micah was sleeping when I left, so I wrote him a little note, which I found later — kindly edited.
What a gem I have!
(IN his defense, when I called him laughing after I read it, he said, “I’m so glad you knew that was a joke!”)
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