The Tooth Fairy Sucks

I just want to take the time to issue a group complaint on behalf of all parents to whoever it is that invented the tooth fairy and all of those other types of fairies that require parents to remember multiple steps.

We hate you.

Because when you are about to leave for work and are feeling kind of pumped because you are going to be on time, it sucks to see your kid looking really sad at the kitchen table holding the little tooth box her grandfather carved for her that holds her tooth.  "The tooth fairy forgot me."

It is about that time that shards of glass go straight through your heart.  It is horrible enough to see your little girl feel rejected, it is the WORST to see your little girl feel rejected by an imaginary creature that is really you.

Bad Momma.
Bad Momma.

Luckily, we recovered.  I had attended a school function that required me to have about 1 kazillion dollar bills.  I fished a couple out of my wallet while I woke up Mr. T.  I asked Peanut if she looked at all of her pillows.  I slipped some money into a pillow case and handed it to her, while I looked through the other ones.  I explained that tooth fairy is busy and she forgot to get her tooth.

or that maybe she was waking up and the tooth fairy got scared.

She said that maybe the tooth fairy would leave her another two dollars.

The tooth fairy will likely leave her another dollar.

because the tooth fairy stills feels guilty.

 

Fairly good week!

thank god for deep fried battered bacon on a stick with chocolate!

The weekend before the weekend before Halloween seems to be just as busy as the weekend before Halloween.  And that is good because there are a lot of fun things to do.  Although, my family seems to be on "cram as much crap into your week" spree, which again, is good, but can be a little difficult.

kids petting a cow.  no really, i took a picture of it.

We made our yearly trip to the state fair where we walked through the livestock barns and looked for the prize blue ribbon bird.  We didn't find her, but we did find, some calves that had been born earlier that day.  We made sure to eat lots of junk food.  We don't really get much outside our box as far as food goes, but we still manage to feel EXTREMELY thirsty from all of the salt and grease.

baby calves

There were lots of cool rides that I am thankful that Peanut is too small to ride.  She wanted to ride on the "fun" ones.  Fun = spinning upside down.  It also seems that fun also means free fall, which I am NOT a fan of.  I dread the day that she is big enough for these rides, but mostly, I dread the day she realizes we have been fibbing about how old you have to be to ride them, which I plan to do until I no longer can.

two handsome men

yep, that is what we do for the camera.

"Let's ride the monster truck.  It is a vehicle"

We also had the school's carnival the next night. It was super fun.  Again, the kids had junk food.  I honestly think Peanut ate nachos for two nights in a row.  And not proper nachos, but the ones with the cheese made from petrol.  yuck!!  The school carnival was fun.  The kids are at a great age where they can just run around with minimal involvement from us.  BabyP has a tendency to stay pretty close, but Peanut loves to run with her friends.

Something that has occurred to me more and more as she gets older is that I don't really have a lot of knowledge of what goes on in her life.  I am pretty involved, but random kids come up to her and hug her.  It is so strange because I have NO IDEA where she knows these kids from.  It is a strange thing to have this little baby whose poops you count to having this little girl who has a completely different world from yours.  I thought I would have at least 10 years before I felt like this.

She was so proud of her mom Tattoo.

Lastly, we had the annual pumpkin carving party.  There are two parties that I really look forward to each year, and they both occur right around Halloween.  I never really figured myself to be a Halloween person, but it looks like I may officially be turning that way!

ohhh scary!

The Itchy Doctor.

We tested poor sweet BabyP for allergies.  Mr. T. was trying to explain to him what he was allergist was, so he told BabyP it was the itchy doctor.  I thought that was cute.  I really love our itchy doctor, but I am glad we don't have to see her very often.

I thought he was allergic to milk, but he isn't.  The doctor said that milk does cause more mucous, so staying off of it is a good idea. She also said that he wasn't allergic to anything.

anything.

not pollen or environmental allergies

just slightly to dogs.

and that was it.  That poor bug has been suffering from viruses since his wee years.  Hopefully, he has caught all he can and will remain strong as an ox.

He cried the whole time he was getting tested.  He hates having his shirt taken off.  He hates having sticky stuff on him.  He hates to lay still.  Pretty much everything about the process, he hates.  He just wanted to lay on my hands and watch Thomas the Tank Engine on my phone, which is complicated, because someone has to hold the phone up.  It was awful to look at those big wet brown eyes.  It broke my heart.

Sadness.

And just when he was feeling better.
Just when he was not crying.

We gave him his flu shot.
which started it all over again for him.  

He was crying when I took him out of the office.  He was literally sobbing the whole time.  He said "I don't like to have holes in me, mommy."  Poor bug.

And when I went to put him in the car, he said "You do up my safety belt.  I don't want to hurt my shot."

It was then that I called my boss and told him I wasn't coming in the rest of the day.  My favorite little man had a rough morning, and momma needed to hug on him.

On the flip side, he got cookies.  Evidently vegan cookies from Boulevard make everything better.
For me, Boulevard makes everything better, so I get it.

I totally do.

Pre-Party Party

It's He Haw!

Who's there?

 The kids and I spent a long weekend together.  Peanut's school was out on Thursday and Friday.  Mom took both kids Thursday, and I took off Friday to hang out.  We had a whole lot of things planned for the Friday.   We were going to hit the pumpkin patch and go the fair.  We were going to hit the gym and get all sorts of things done.  We were going to ROCK THE FRIDAY.

We didn't get really any of it done, but that is okay.  We had a great time anyway.  We just piddled around for a little bit.  We did hit the gym and then we did some other things.  We tried to go to the pumpkin patch, but it was closed.  We watched movies instead.

Okay!  Everyone hug the giant wooden pumpkin!

The one picture where we are all looking in the same direction looks like I am clawing my son's heart out.  I just can't control my man hands!

 Movies that we got at the library.  With the kids new library cards!  I can't believe it never occurred to me before to let the kids get cards.  They are SO excited about them.  Well, I guess I should say they liked the cards but they were really excited about getting a receipt.  Yes, you read that right.  "MY VERY OWN RECEIPT.  DAD, I GOT A RECEIPT.  MOM, WHERE IS MY RECEIPT?"  That was not what I expected.  At all.  The cards.... eh....  A receipt.... HELL YA!


Even though Friday was a bit of a bomb as far as all the cool stuff we were going to do, the kids and I both agreed that it was a pretty perfect day.  We agreed that even if we don't get everything done that we were happy.  So we ate a lot of junk food, because that is how we roll on Friday's.

Saturday was a bit of a wash too.  We just did stuff and stuff.

"How come I am in a cow and not on a Tractor?"

"I am not happy about this cow ride thing."

 On Sunday, we were finally able to make it to the pumpkin patch.  I realize that I really don't like the pumpkin patch.  It is dusty and all the animals make my allergies irritated.  I think I was also irritated because I drank too much coffee and didn't get enough rest.  The kids were kind of cranky, which was making me even more cranky.  They seemed to have a nice time, but I was just happy to get them home and in bed.  It was the end of the weekend after all.  I shouldn't have to answer a million times that we are not buying a giant pumpkin, and we do  not need a wagon.  I will continue to go because I know the kids like it, but next time, I am forcing Mr. T. to go with me.    It is a family tradition that we both need to be miserable so then we can argue about it.

When we got home, we carved the pumpkins that I bought at Kroger for about 1/4 the price they are at the pumpkin patch.  I made pumpkin pies out of the pumpkins from the patch.  It was the first time I have ever made pumpkin pie with real pumpkin.  I have some lessons learned.

"I am tired, thirsty and hungry."

Who is that Walking on my Bridge?

Weekend! Hurray!

What a great weekend this has turned out to be!

Earlier in the week, sweet Peanut was sick.  Mr. T. picked her up from school on Tuesday with a fever.  She had a low grade fever and a runny bum for about two days.  I knew on Thursday she was feeling better when she was getting into everything and ignoring what I said.  It is awful to say, but there is part of me that loves it when she is sick.  She never wants to lay around and cuddle with me anymore.  But when she is sick, she wants to be with her momma.  Sick kids get to eat lots of popcorn and popsicles at our house.  They also get to watch as much TV as they like AND they get to 'pick' what to watch.  Picking is a very big deal, and something that is NOT taken lightly.

On Saturday, my bike ride fell through because my friend's water pipe burst in her house.  Man, my dear friend can't seem to catch a break this year.  It sucks!

Anyway, Mr. T. and I decided to go for a nice hike around Pinnacle Mountain State Park.  It is a big deal to get all the way to the top.  I didn't really feel like dealing with negotiating kids on the rocks, so I thought it might be nice to just do the base trail.  You know, something short and relatively flat.  Boy, was I mistaken.  IN MY DEFENSE, if you want to call it that, I didn't look at the map, so I didn't know how long the trail was.  When Mr. T. was asking me about the cut off, I totally blew him off, but I also said I didn't know how long the trail was.  I made my sweet 5 (andahalf) year old daughter hike 3.5 miles.  Most of the time, she was carrying her own bag.  The trail isn't flat either.  It is pretty undulating with lots of rocks to pick your way over and through.  There was a lot of falling.  But there was also a lot of getting up and running on.  We had a great time.  Peanut told said, "What's today?"
Me: "It's Saturday"
her: "Okay, so every Saturday we have to go on a hike."
She really loves hiking, and I really love her for it.

There was some complaining in the last half a mile.  Mr. T. did a good job not fussing at me too much, although, I could tell he was irritated.  We both carried BabyP, but really, he walked most of the way.  My kids are tough, and I am really proud of them.

Saturday night, the kids went to grandma and papa's house so Mr. T. and I could go to an 80's party.  It was fun.  I saw a lot of people that I haven't seen in a long time.  I was glad that Mr. T. got to go with me so people could meet him or at least get to know him just a little bit better.  We thought about going to a bar, but since we are officially old, it seemed too smokey when we got there.  We curled up on the couch and watched Saturday Night Live, because that is what old married people do.  At least old married people whose highlight of their weekend is taking a bike ride together, which is what we did the next morning.  I love riding with my husband.

I finished the weekend out by posting a bunch of stuff on Craig's List and literally laying around the park with a friend and chatting while the kids raised cane.  Man, I have a really good life.

About a Boy

This little boy melts my heart with his sweetness, pickiness, and little boyness. He is cuddly and sweet and just about perfect in every way, until he is not.
And then he really isn't.
and will tell you about it.

 He HATES having his picture taken.  These are pictures of him running away from it.  He LOVES to take my picture.  Unfortunately, he is only 3 feet tall, so we don't get a lot of pictures of my head.

So, on our vacation, he was pumped about seeing these tanks.  He told me what the tanks were for.  They were to kill people.  Jesus!  Out of the mouths of babes.  I guess I had never really thought about it that way, but he is exactly right.  They are to kill people.  In fact, the ones we were posing next to likely killed people.  It made the whole thing feel so morbid.  It made me feel awful for how nonchalant he was about it.  I tried to talk a bit about it, but he was busy figuring out how they all worked.

Back on the guns again, BabyP picked up the guns in the gift shop and TOTALLY KNEW WHAT TO DO WITH IT.  I was shocked.  I guess it is something he picked up at daycare.  I can't think of anything he has seen at home where they have guns, and we haven't bought him a gun.  At daycare they are not allowed to even play fake guns.

I don't know how I feel about him and guns.  It is a toy afterall, and I am not opposed to guns.  The problem I have with toy guns is that they are naturally going to be turned on a person.  It just feels wrong to let him play death games with his sister.  On the flip side, I am sure I played guns with my brother, and I am fine, right?  (please nod your head since I don't have one)

He had a great time in the ocean.  He is starting to get more brave.  The great thing about BabyP is that he doesn't generally do things that will kill him.  I find this to be a big plus after parenting his sister.  He seems to think through things a little more.  Not that he isn't impulsive, he is three, but he knows that if he jumps into the pool and can't swim, it is going to suck.  He was not a fan of being smacked in the face with a wave or being pushed down, but as long as someone held his hand, he was fine with being smacked in the face with a wave or being pushed down.  He just needed to know that someone was there to help.  I think that says a lot about him.

He says all of these really wonderful and creative things.  He finally has enough of a vocabulary that he can tell us exactly what is in that little head.  Oh my, there is so much.  He walked into the room with his brow furrowed the other day and told his granny.  "There are no zombies in here."
Granny, looking quizically at him: "no.  I should hope not."
BP:  "If there was a zombie here, I would punch him in the booty."
Granny nods her head.
BP "There are no zombies here.  We have to go to the zombie park to see the zombies."
uh.... okay.... maybe he has been watching too much scooby doo.

But when this little boy decided to be difficult.  Oh dear.  Thankfully, he has grown out of hitting and kicking and that short bit where he was spitting.  He is much more vocal about his feelings.  His 'thing' is to tell us he can't do something.   For example, he needs to go to bed.  "I can't.  My legs are broken."  He needs to apologize to his sister.  "I can't.  I don't know how to talk."  He didn't take a nap "I don't know how to sleep."

He is really into "boy" things, which makes me laugh.  He told me the other day "My dad is awesome.  He has a race car."  He loves to figure out how things work and is always coming up with creative solutions to whatever problem we may have.  There was a story on NPR about a guy who won a Nobel prize for revolutionizing medicine.  Later than man needed the treatment he came up with.  I explained this to BabyP, who said, "I can make medicine.  You just get some gummy bears and put them in a big thing with some stuff and you smash them."  uh yay.... that is what I was thinking.

He took a map to school for show and tell.  I think that is pretty cool, because I really like maps.

This sweet boy gives the best hugs.  It always warms my heart to see him running towards me with his skinny arms waving.  "momma"  He grabs me and pulls me tight around the neck.  He always looks so happy to see me.  I don't think anyone could be happier to see me.  He is so sweet.