Thursday, August 28
"Well, I'm in first grade now mom, what do you think?"
Oh Jack, it seems like just yesterday you were still a little boy, my little boy, asking me to get you juice, get you a snack, help you get on the computer. Oh wait . . . that was yesterday.
Wednesday, August 27
So the school year has gotten off to a bumpy start, with Jack missing his first day of first grade yesterday. He was so distraught, he watched the bus go by and just looked pathetic. I was pretty distraught myself, after having been in the house for 6 days straight dealing with the cocksucker virus, I had had enough! But today he was well enough to go, not 100% better but good enough. Every time the phone rings though I am expecting it to be the school. "Excuse me, but did you know your son is still sick? Why would you send him to school like this you sadistic uncaring fool?" But so far, so good.
Waiting at the bus stop this morning he was excited, nervous and extremely shy. Last year the bus picked him up and dropped him off at the end of the driveway, which was great for us. Now that he is a big first grader he has to go to the "official" bus stop down the road with the other kids. It will be fine I'm sure, once he gets into the swing of it. We are just not used to interacting with others that early in the morning. At least he only has to stand there, I had to make chit chat with the other mothers. Not that I mind, I can mingle with the best of them. I do wonder about shy mother's though. How do they do it? Do they have anxiety over every play date, every trip to the park? God bless them, I guess you just have to grin and bear it.
Sunday, August 24
Saturday, August 23
Friday, August 22
Wednesday, August 20
Monday, August 18
Jack - "Are we stuck?"
Me - "Umm, I think so, but that's OK"
Jack - "How are we going to get out of here?"
Me - "No problem, I'll just push this little button here and we'll be out in a jiffy."
I then proceeded to calmly speak to the voice at the other end of the button, telling her where we were and letting her know that it was not an emergency or anything but I did have 2 children with me so maybe they could get us out speedily.
Jack - "How are we going to get out of here?"
Me - "They will just push some buttons and fix it right up and we'll be out."
Jack - "What if they can't, do we have to stay in here forever?"
Me - "Of course not silly, people get stuck in elevators all the time (on my soap opera) and they always get out."
Jack - "Like in Curious George. He got stuck in the elevator and the fire department had to come and rescue him. Cool, is the fire department coming?"
You may wonder where Abbey was during this. She was standing still and not saying a word. I had to keep asking her if she was alright. She said she was, but I could tell she was a little freaked. They both were, and I was a little freaked myself but I knew that I couldn't let my eyes even show a bit of freaked-out-ness (is this a word?) because I am their mother and mothers have to stay calm in all emergencies and be in control. Any fears you may have are reflected in their eyes, so my eyes had to stay full of confidence of our swift rescue. So I joked and we talked and I kept acting as if it is no big deal, people got stuck in elevators all the time and what a great story they were going to have to tell. We were rescued in only about 15 minutes, not by burly sexy firefighters I might add but by 2 guys from maintenance with tool belts and grimy hats. Once the doors were opened I had to actually hand the kids up to them and then get hoisted out myself, and after that we wisely took the stairs. I was proud of the kids though, there was no screaming and no crying, no breaking down. And when we left 1 hour later, they took a vote amongst themselves and decided that they wanted to give the elevator another chance. Phew, exercise avoided again!
Friday, August 15
In other food news, Micheal Phelps apparently needs to eat 10,000 calories a day to fuel himself. 10,000!!!!! That's a lot of cheese. Screw gymnastics, I am so becoming a swimmer.
Thursday, August 14
Wednesday, August 13
Tuesday, August 12
Sunday, August 10
In other Olympic worthy news, Jack is RIDING his bike, sans training wheels (and with no help from me I might add). Dennis worked with him a little, but he must have just been ready because within 10 minutes he was off. I should learn by now that no matter how hard I push and plead, he does everything at his own speed, when he is ready. That bike has sat next to the shed since our failed attempts in the spring, collecting cobwebs and looking sad and forlorn, and then boom ~ Jack decided that today was the day. No training wheels, starting the first grade in a little over 2 weeks . . . sniff sniff. There is no stopping him now!
In other non-Olympic non-bike riding news, it is insanely sunny outside right now, but thundering like a mother. What the????
Thursday, August 7
All of this is besides the point anyway, because the truth is that I actually pretty much forgot about the concert, and fell asleep at 9:30 while laying down with Jack. So in a way I guess I did spend my evening with Jack, just the wrong damn one!
Wednesday, August 6
Alas, we persevered through the day and the kids all had a blast playing with bubbles, riding on the plane that Buster flies, styling hair at the salon, and using a fake jackhammer in the construction zone. My 2 were especially fond of this GIANT climbing contraption in the middle that you snaked your way up through 3 stories while trying to not hit a dead end. I could see them climbing in there, but I couldn't get to them which made me a little uncomfortable. I kept telling Jack "stay with your sister, stay with your sister" which he did, mostly. Except when he didn't and left her far behind. By the end of the day my head hurt and my throat hurt. I think I basically just repeated these same sayings over and over throughout the day in a loop, "stay together" "don't run off" "keep up" "let's go" "no running in the bubble room" "let's try to pee". I was sick of hearing my own voice! At one point Jack was being obnoxious and I had to give him a time out for not listening. I pointed to a green wooden chair and told him to sit down, except when he did it started to play music and make weird sounds. I tried not to laugh but that was just too funny, so there went that time-out. Supernanny would so not be impressed.
For Jack & Abbey the best part of the day had to be taking the train in (or as we natives call it, the "T"). I braved this part of the adventure alone, even though I NEVER go into Boston and have no clue what I am doing. We drove an hour to a station and after being instructed to park strangely up on the curb on the on-ramp to the garage (don't ask) we found our way inside. I had no clue how to put money onto a Charlie Card (?) and had to ask a woman next to me to do it for me. After putting in my $20 it spit out my $16 in change in coins. I thought they were T-tokens of some kind and was mightily pissed, I wanted real money dammit. When I got home though my husband informed me that a) I was not so bright and b) it was real money, each coin was a dollar. Oh yeah, I knew that all along. Once we were through the turnstile though we were good all the way into the city, and once we finally found our Brockton friends we were even better. Who knew South Station had different exits depending on which line you were coming in on. Red, green, blue, can't all the colors just get along?
All in all it was a successful day, measuring success by the fact that we all came home alive and uninjured.
Monday, August 4
We were at the lake this weekend for what Jack would call a little "mini-vacation." We had a great time despite the weather being 78% rain. I mean, once you're wet, you're wet so you might as well just stay out in the rain (at least this is the mentality the kids seemed to have). My parents have a trailer that stays year-round in a great campground on a lake that is real woodsy and rustic. Ahhh, I love camping. The smell of the campfire, the sap constantly dripping from the trees, hot dogs, the comfort of a warm bed, t.v. with DVD player, indoor bathroom, kitchen. Just getting back to nature and really roughing it. OK, OK, so maybe it's not totally "roughing" it, but to me it's enough. It's not that I am a high-maintenance kind of girl, I just don't see the appeal of sleeping in a tent on the hard ground, of washing your dishes from a hose, peeing in the woods, all that stuff. In fact, I have an actual inability to pee in the woods. Once, while in college I was at a Phish concert (so, I liked the music. . . that's all. . . really). Anyway, after a few tasty beverages outside beforehand my friends and I all had to pee, so everyone ran off into the woods, except me. I just can't seem to do it. So much in fact that I went in and stood in a line 8 miles long, almost passing out from the pain in my bladder, just to get to a "real" bathroom. So pitching a tent in the middle of the woods just isn't my thing, especially now that I have kids. It just seems like all too much, work to be considered any kind of vacation. My husband loves to camp. Loves the woods, loves the whole thing. Of course, he actually prefers to pee outside, can happily go 2 or 3 days without showering, and loves the outdoors. The sky, the stars. He sits forever and ever outside on our deck at night and watches the stars. He's probably seen over 1,000 shooting stars in his life, while I on the other hand have seen 4. I try to hang out there with him, I really do, but my neck gets sore from looking up, and bugs start to bite me, and I realize that I have 2 loads of laundry to fold and a dishwasher to empty and the joy of staring at the sky just goes out the window. Oh well, this is why we are together, so that when the kids want to have a camp-out in the yard I can happily bring the 3 of them drinks & snacks and kiss them good night, and head on back into the house to my comfy bed, all to myself.
Friday, August 1
So, this was pretty cool. I found this new site that can tell you how much your blog is worth. I figured my blog wouldn't be worth too much, but wow! I can't believe it. I checked out some of the blogs I read regularly to see comparatively what they are worth. Manic Mommy's is worth $43,469.58, Michelle's over at My Semblance of Sanity is worth $40,646.88 and Dawn's blog over at Because I Said So is worth a whopping $304,851.60.
OK, I'm totally lying. This wasn't even for my blog. I just wanted to make myself feel better, because
Nothing? $0.00???? Its insulting. I mean, I knew it wouldn't be up there in the thousands range, but $0.00? I'm not sure exactly how the site comes up with this amount, or what you have to do to raise it, but however they do it mine is worth zero. Nothing. Nada. It's actually a little bit depressing and makes me want to go and eat a GARGANTUAN bag of Tostitos. I won't though. I'm strong and I'll muddle along with my little blog because I know that you, my devoted 10 or so readers, think it is worth at least a buck.