I got Reese up a few minutes early this morning because she had to get in the shower before school. She came downstairs with squinty eyes not ready to face the sun peeking in from behind the living room shades.
"I think I got up too soon," she sleepily announced whilst rubbing her squinty eyes with her hands.
She went on to explain, "My eyes feel like I need to sleep a little more...".
Welcome to Mommy's world little one. Except it's not just my eyes that feel that way, it's my legs, my back, my arms, and on down the list.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
The Karaoke Kid
**Still trying to figure out how to transfer a video from my phone to the computer so you will just have to settle for a word picture for now**
At Reese's school carnival (see post below) there was karaoke in the cafeteria as entertainment while everyone ate dinner.
I mentioned it excitedly to Reese hoping she might like to try it. She said yes so we headed over to look at the song list. There were a few Hannah Montana songs on there but none that she would remember all the words to and I knew she wasn't quite ready to follow along with all the words on the screen yet.
I wrote her name on the list and she backed out before we picked a song. I assured her I would be up there with her. "You'll sing with me?" she asked hopefully. "Ummmm...well....no....but I will be standing right by the stage," I offered. It's not that I didn't want to sing with her, I just hadn't seen any other parents up there...just kids. So I scratched her name out. No harm done. No pressure here. We headed over to eat.
But I could tell she was still thinking about it. "I would do it if someone did it with me," she said. I suggested Drue. They have done countless duets on our fireplace hearth. She came running back a minute later saying Drue didn't want to do it. After we sat down to eat, David suggested she go ask a little girl in her class. She was gone in a flash. The girl agreed to sing with her. Their song of choice...Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
They waited their turn then bee bopped up on stage and sang their hearts out. Reese had so much fun singing with a real microphone in front of a real audience.
Right before we left for the night I discovered that we still had a few tickets left. So I asked Reese if she wanted to try another song. She didn't even hesitate. "Yes! This time I want to do it by myself."
She did B-I-N-G-O this time and was so cute! The audience even got into it and clapped along with her during the part where you take some letters out of the word BINGO. I was so proud of her! She wasn't even timid about it once she got started. She sang loud and clear.
American Idol 2018 here we come.....
At Reese's school carnival (see post below) there was karaoke in the cafeteria as entertainment while everyone ate dinner.
I mentioned it excitedly to Reese hoping she might like to try it. She said yes so we headed over to look at the song list. There were a few Hannah Montana songs on there but none that she would remember all the words to and I knew she wasn't quite ready to follow along with all the words on the screen yet.
I wrote her name on the list and she backed out before we picked a song. I assured her I would be up there with her. "You'll sing with me?" she asked hopefully. "Ummmm...well....no....but I will be standing right by the stage," I offered. It's not that I didn't want to sing with her, I just hadn't seen any other parents up there...just kids. So I scratched her name out. No harm done. No pressure here. We headed over to eat.
But I could tell she was still thinking about it. "I would do it if someone did it with me," she said. I suggested Drue. They have done countless duets on our fireplace hearth. She came running back a minute later saying Drue didn't want to do it. After we sat down to eat, David suggested she go ask a little girl in her class. She was gone in a flash. The girl agreed to sing with her. Their song of choice...Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
They waited their turn then bee bopped up on stage and sang their hearts out. Reese had so much fun singing with a real microphone in front of a real audience.
Right before we left for the night I discovered that we still had a few tickets left. So I asked Reese if she wanted to try another song. She didn't even hesitate. "Yes! This time I want to do it by myself."
She did B-I-N-G-O this time and was so cute! The audience even got into it and clapped along with her during the part where you take some letters out of the word BINGO. I was so proud of her! She wasn't even timid about it once she got started. She sang loud and clear.
American Idol 2018 here we come.....
Just one meltdown at the carnival...and it was Mommy
Tonight was Reese's school carnival. She was ready to head over there at 10:00am this morning. It didn't start 'til 4pm.
Of course, it was complete mayhem. The school was filled with kids and their families, lines for games, face painting, etc. I was trying the best I could to keep our little family together. David was restless and kept asking when we were going to eat. Reese kept pulling me to all the games. At one point David walked out of the gym and Tate followed him but David didn't know it. So I ended up running after Tate with Drue in tow and finding him alone in the lobby yelling, "Daaaaddddy". We returned to the gym to collect Reese after her game and found her calling "Mooooommmmmmy".
Events like this are anxiety producing for me. As are most events which take me out of my comfort zone. Tate's balloon animal dinosaur popped so we went to get in line for another one. The fun loving clown creating them came back to the end of the line where we were and said cheerily, "Hi. I'm set to leave in 5 minutes." Uh oh...she was about to drop the bomb that we couldn't get our animal. "Don't worry," she assured me, "I will get to you guys...but would you mind being the last ones in line and..."
I finished her request as a stunned question, "...telling anyone who comes up behind me?!".
I just stared at her for a full 10 seconds as my jaw dropped. Me? Be the one to tell some excited 6 or 7 year old who has probably been planning what balloon animal they are going to ask for since last Tuesday that they can't get one?! Wow! The other parents in line in front of us cast sympathetic glances my way as if to say, "I'm sure glad I'm not in her shoes."
Did this clown want me to go ahead and break it to these unsuspecting elementary sweethearts that there was no Santa Claus or Tooth Fairy while I was at it?
When she saw my hesitation she offered to find someone who worked there to come stand behind me and do the dirty work. Which made me feel like a pansy. But come on, these were kids we're talking about.
I went into panic mode. I alternated between looking behind me hoping no one else would get in line, to looking in front of me, desperately waiting for the promised carnival worker who never came.
Then I spotted them. Two girls about 10 years old coming toward us in slow motion. Laughing and eating their cotton candy sporting their freshly painted face designs.
I froze. I couldn't do it. It's the same feeling I get when I have to save seats for people. I HATE IT! People spot some seats that appear open, they get all the way over to them, and I have to be the one to say, "Sorry these are taken". I would rather be hung upside down by my toes.
My mom still laughs about the time I helped her with a garage sale. She went inside for just a minute and a little old man wandered over to the sink in our garage and grabbed her good garden shears...which were not for sale. He hobbled over to me and said, "How much for these?". I wasn't about to tell him they weren't for sale...so I said, "25 cents". And off he went with her new $8 garden shears after plopping a quarter in my hand.
But back to the carnival. I turned back around and didn't say anything to these girls. I had to get myself out of that situation. My plan was to just duck out of line and let them take my place. But I now have the offspring factor. I didn't want to let them down and not get their balloons. I spotted David about 15 feet away and called over to him. He started ambling my direction but I was getting more and more nervous about these girls behind me. So I hollered his name again...which he didn't like very well. But I have come to depend on him to smooth things over when I get like this.
I ran out of line and desperately explained to him my situation. Of course, he got a good laugh out of the whole thing like he usually does. He waltzed up to the dad that was in front of me, still with a smirk on his face, and explained that I had passed the torch to him...to tell any other kids that got behind him that the clown was closed for the night.
Whew. A wave of relief swept over me.
Oh...just so you don't worry about my little dears. They had already each gotten one balloon animal earlier in the evening. So I didn't feel quite so bad since this was our second time through. And they were still on hyper mode from their cotton candy and suckers, that they weren't phased at all when their crazy mom pulled them out of line.
Of course, it was complete mayhem. The school was filled with kids and their families, lines for games, face painting, etc. I was trying the best I could to keep our little family together. David was restless and kept asking when we were going to eat. Reese kept pulling me to all the games. At one point David walked out of the gym and Tate followed him but David didn't know it. So I ended up running after Tate with Drue in tow and finding him alone in the lobby yelling, "Daaaaddddy". We returned to the gym to collect Reese after her game and found her calling "Mooooommmmmmy".
Events like this are anxiety producing for me. As are most events which take me out of my comfort zone. Tate's balloon animal dinosaur popped so we went to get in line for another one. The fun loving clown creating them came back to the end of the line where we were and said cheerily, "Hi. I'm set to leave in 5 minutes." Uh oh...she was about to drop the bomb that we couldn't get our animal. "Don't worry," she assured me, "I will get to you guys...but would you mind being the last ones in line and..."
I finished her request as a stunned question, "...telling anyone who comes up behind me?!".
I just stared at her for a full 10 seconds as my jaw dropped. Me? Be the one to tell some excited 6 or 7 year old who has probably been planning what balloon animal they are going to ask for since last Tuesday that they can't get one?! Wow! The other parents in line in front of us cast sympathetic glances my way as if to say, "I'm sure glad I'm not in her shoes."
Did this clown want me to go ahead and break it to these unsuspecting elementary sweethearts that there was no Santa Claus or Tooth Fairy while I was at it?
When she saw my hesitation she offered to find someone who worked there to come stand behind me and do the dirty work. Which made me feel like a pansy. But come on, these were kids we're talking about.
I went into panic mode. I alternated between looking behind me hoping no one else would get in line, to looking in front of me, desperately waiting for the promised carnival worker who never came.
Then I spotted them. Two girls about 10 years old coming toward us in slow motion. Laughing and eating their cotton candy sporting their freshly painted face designs.
I froze. I couldn't do it. It's the same feeling I get when I have to save seats for people. I HATE IT! People spot some seats that appear open, they get all the way over to them, and I have to be the one to say, "Sorry these are taken". I would rather be hung upside down by my toes.
My mom still laughs about the time I helped her with a garage sale. She went inside for just a minute and a little old man wandered over to the sink in our garage and grabbed her good garden shears...which were not for sale. He hobbled over to me and said, "How much for these?". I wasn't about to tell him they weren't for sale...so I said, "25 cents". And off he went with her new $8 garden shears after plopping a quarter in my hand.
But back to the carnival. I turned back around and didn't say anything to these girls. I had to get myself out of that situation. My plan was to just duck out of line and let them take my place. But I now have the offspring factor. I didn't want to let them down and not get their balloons. I spotted David about 15 feet away and called over to him. He started ambling my direction but I was getting more and more nervous about these girls behind me. So I hollered his name again...which he didn't like very well. But I have come to depend on him to smooth things over when I get like this.
I ran out of line and desperately explained to him my situation. Of course, he got a good laugh out of the whole thing like he usually does. He waltzed up to the dad that was in front of me, still with a smirk on his face, and explained that I had passed the torch to him...to tell any other kids that got behind him that the clown was closed for the night.
Whew. A wave of relief swept over me.
Oh...just so you don't worry about my little dears. They had already each gotten one balloon animal earlier in the evening. So I didn't feel quite so bad since this was our second time through. And they were still on hyper mode from their cotton candy and suckers, that they weren't phased at all when their crazy mom pulled them out of line.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Snapshots
I scrolled down this page and just saw a bunch of....words. No pictures of the little people in my life. So today you just get pictures...and a few words.
Drue and Molly chillaxin' in the play tent blowing bubbles.
Pirate Day at school a few weeks ago. Much to my chagrin they learned all about "Pirate's Booty", and yes, my 3 giggle everytime they talk about it.
Unexplainable. Just a typical day for the boy. We never know what kind of outfit he is going to come up with.
Drue and Molly chillaxin' in the play tent blowing bubbles.
Pirate Day at school a few weeks ago. Much to my chagrin they learned all about "Pirate's Booty", and yes, my 3 giggle everytime they talk about it.
Unexplainable. Just a typical day for the boy. We never know what kind of outfit he is going to come up with.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Tate Talk
Here's just a sampling of some of Tate's quirky vocabulary:
"My Own"
Instead of saying "mine" or "my" he will say things like "That's my own shoe" or "I play my own cars". And if we try and play with him and say, "That's my own ball" he will quickly correct us say, "No, that's Tate's own ball".
"How 'bout?"
We take this child everywhere with us. Him being one of the pint sized people we are responsible for and all. But he always feels the need to suggest that he join us. "Time to get ready for church," we'll say. And he automatically asks, "How 'bout I come?".
"Mommy, you happy?"
Tate is somewhat of a little peacemaker...I said somewhat...because he is usually the culprit for stirring up trouble as well. But he doesn't like for me to be upset with him. If I have to sternly get after him for something, he will rush over and pleadingly ask, "Mommy you happy?". And if I say, "No, I'm not happy, you disobeyed Mommy" or something to that effect, it really bothers him. He will almost be driven to tears as it becomes more of a command from him than a question at this point, "Mommy...you happy!".
But I think that it's sweet that he is concerned with whether or not I'm happy. There were obviously some frustrating moments during potty training but no matter how rough the day had gone, as I would tuck him into bed he would happily drift off to sleep if I assured him that "Mommy is happy".
Of course, he has now started giving himself away before I am aware of something naughty he has done. He will come bursting in the kitchen out of nowhere..."Mommy you happy?" about 3 seconds before I hear the wail of one of his sisters as a result of his torment.
He, himself, is such a happy little guy. I will ask him a few times during the day, "Tate you happy?" and he always gets a big grin on his face and nods his head. Certainly, there are times he's upset about something and when I ask, "Tate you happy?" he will furrow his eyebrows and shake his head, saying, "I not happy" but all it usually takes is for me to mimic his command of "Tate you happy!" and his grin peeks through again.
"My Own"
Instead of saying "mine" or "my" he will say things like "That's my own shoe" or "I play my own cars". And if we try and play with him and say, "That's my own ball" he will quickly correct us say, "No, that's Tate's own ball".
"How 'bout?"
We take this child everywhere with us. Him being one of the pint sized people we are responsible for and all. But he always feels the need to suggest that he join us. "Time to get ready for church," we'll say. And he automatically asks, "How 'bout I come?".
"Mommy, you happy?"
Tate is somewhat of a little peacemaker...I said somewhat...because he is usually the culprit for stirring up trouble as well. But he doesn't like for me to be upset with him. If I have to sternly get after him for something, he will rush over and pleadingly ask, "Mommy you happy?". And if I say, "No, I'm not happy, you disobeyed Mommy" or something to that effect, it really bothers him. He will almost be driven to tears as it becomes more of a command from him than a question at this point, "Mommy...you happy!".
But I think that it's sweet that he is concerned with whether or not I'm happy. There were obviously some frustrating moments during potty training but no matter how rough the day had gone, as I would tuck him into bed he would happily drift off to sleep if I assured him that "Mommy is happy".
Of course, he has now started giving himself away before I am aware of something naughty he has done. He will come bursting in the kitchen out of nowhere..."Mommy you happy?" about 3 seconds before I hear the wail of one of his sisters as a result of his torment.
He, himself, is such a happy little guy. I will ask him a few times during the day, "Tate you happy?" and he always gets a big grin on his face and nods his head. Certainly, there are times he's upset about something and when I ask, "Tate you happy?" he will furrow his eyebrows and shake his head, saying, "I not happy" but all it usually takes is for me to mimic his command of "Tate you happy!" and his grin peeks through again.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Funny Little Conversations
The girls have been cracking me up the past few days. Well, they crack me up everyday, but I wanted to quickly post some of the stuff they've said that has made me laugh out loud.
Drue: "I'm hot."
Me: "You're hot?"
Reese (jumping in to explain): "Not the married kind of hot...the summer kind of hot."
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Drue: "Mommy, are you going to take a nap today?"
Me: "Um....no....I rarely take a nap."
Reese: "Yeah...she gave up that privilege."
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When Reese was sick for a week in October, she missed school, her Halloween school party, all her church activities, and didn't even feel that great to go trick-or-treating. So, I swung by the mall on the way home one day and bought her a Webkin...just to cheer her up a bit.
Now, everytime they are sick, they think they get something. Which is fine with me. So I brought Reese home a small stuffed bunny the other day from the grocery store. I should have known to get an extra for Drue at the time, because the very next day she got a fever and wanted to know where her bunny was. So back to the store I went today.
I am just drained from spending the last 3 days in this house...I have Spring fever, cabin fever, etc. Drue was snuggling me on the couch with her bunny this afternoon.
Drue: "Mom, what do bunnies say?"
Me (with no creative juices flowing whatsoever to even make up a cute little answer): "I don't know."
Pause
Drue (as if she couldn't believe I could be so clueless): "They say nothing."
Drue: "I'm hot."
Me: "You're hot?"
Reese (jumping in to explain): "Not the married kind of hot...the summer kind of hot."
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Drue: "Mommy, are you going to take a nap today?"
Me: "Um....no....I rarely take a nap."
Reese: "Yeah...she gave up that privilege."
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When Reese was sick for a week in October, she missed school, her Halloween school party, all her church activities, and didn't even feel that great to go trick-or-treating. So, I swung by the mall on the way home one day and bought her a Webkin...just to cheer her up a bit.
Now, everytime they are sick, they think they get something. Which is fine with me. So I brought Reese home a small stuffed bunny the other day from the grocery store. I should have known to get an extra for Drue at the time, because the very next day she got a fever and wanted to know where her bunny was. So back to the store I went today.
I am just drained from spending the last 3 days in this house...I have Spring fever, cabin fever, etc. Drue was snuggling me on the couch with her bunny this afternoon.
Drue: "Mom, what do bunnies say?"
Me (with no creative juices flowing whatsoever to even make up a cute little answer): "I don't know."
Pause
Drue (as if she couldn't believe I could be so clueless): "They say nothing."
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Humbled by my 6 year old
Reese has had a fever and cough for the past 2 days. The past few beautiful Spring days. Ugh. No outdoor time for us.
Yesterday the kids and I just kind of vegged all day and watched movies. Reese laid on the couch the whole time with bright red cheeks and glassy eyes.
Today she perked up a bit. She actually got up and walked around and felt good enough to giggle a time or two. So the TV went off. But I still wasn't comfortable taking them out to enjoy the fresh air. While Tate napped, I drug out some crayons, colored pencils, and blank white pieces of paper, complete with 3 hard cover books to use as our drawing boards. We each drew a picture, then showed it off to each other.
We started to make a little game out of it. "Let's draw our favorite place to go", I suggested. The girls got busy making their creation and then we guessed what each person's picture was.
This went on and on for probably an hour and a half. It was neat to see what they thought of each time, and how they drew it. We did our favorite animals, our favorite thing to do outside, our favorite Princess, etc. Then we came to our favorite gift...
I thought for a few seconds about the jewelry each girl had picked out for me, the lotions, the candy, etc and knew I couldn't pick one of those, for fear I would hurt the other one's feelings. So I explained to both of them that I wasn't going to pick something that either one had given me because I loved all their gifts and couldn't pick just one. I would pick one from my childhood.
The time came for us to show our pictures to each other. This time we weren't going to make each other guess. We were just going to tell what we drew as we showed it.
"My favorite gift was my E.T. doll", I said as I turned my picture around. That doll is now like 25 years old and goes back and forth from the girls' room to Tate's room.
"My favorite gift was my baby doll", Drue said proudly as she showed us her picture of a doll in a green dress.
Reese quietly turned her picture around and very sweetly and sincerely said, "My favorite gift was the best gift of all...Jesus dying on the cross for us. So we can spend forever in Heaven with Him."
Drue and I just looked at each other and smiled with the realization our gifts had just been trumped...
Yesterday the kids and I just kind of vegged all day and watched movies. Reese laid on the couch the whole time with bright red cheeks and glassy eyes.
Today she perked up a bit. She actually got up and walked around and felt good enough to giggle a time or two. So the TV went off. But I still wasn't comfortable taking them out to enjoy the fresh air. While Tate napped, I drug out some crayons, colored pencils, and blank white pieces of paper, complete with 3 hard cover books to use as our drawing boards. We each drew a picture, then showed it off to each other.
We started to make a little game out of it. "Let's draw our favorite place to go", I suggested. The girls got busy making their creation and then we guessed what each person's picture was.
This went on and on for probably an hour and a half. It was neat to see what they thought of each time, and how they drew it. We did our favorite animals, our favorite thing to do outside, our favorite Princess, etc. Then we came to our favorite gift...
I thought for a few seconds about the jewelry each girl had picked out for me, the lotions, the candy, etc and knew I couldn't pick one of those, for fear I would hurt the other one's feelings. So I explained to both of them that I wasn't going to pick something that either one had given me because I loved all their gifts and couldn't pick just one. I would pick one from my childhood.
The time came for us to show our pictures to each other. This time we weren't going to make each other guess. We were just going to tell what we drew as we showed it.
"My favorite gift was my E.T. doll", I said as I turned my picture around. That doll is now like 25 years old and goes back and forth from the girls' room to Tate's room.
"My favorite gift was my baby doll", Drue said proudly as she showed us her picture of a doll in a green dress.
Reese quietly turned her picture around and very sweetly and sincerely said, "My favorite gift was the best gift of all...Jesus dying on the cross for us. So we can spend forever in Heaven with Him."
Drue and I just looked at each other and smiled with the realization our gifts had just been trumped...
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