One for the baby book

So my 7 year old wrote a Valentine card to her unborn baby sister and this is what it said:

Dear Babie,
I hope that your cute if your not O well I still love you
Your bigiest sister

Technology's curse

So I shared the following story with my sister in law by text message and I didn’t realize how disturbing it truly was until I saw it there in black and white.

I taped the Grammy Awards for my girls because they wanted to “see the Jonas Brothers in high definition.” That’s what the 7 year old said. So no problem I thought because that is exactly why God invented the DVR, right? Well as a tired, pregnant mom I have taught the girls how to use the DVR so that if they get up at zero dark thirty they can watch their precious shows. (I also don’t let them watch TV in the evening so they have to record all their favorite shows.)

So back to the Grammy’s. They knew I had recorded the show and before I was up they decided to find their precious Jonas Brothers. However, there was a lot of singing on the way and they fast forwarded through most of it…. As I was making breakfast it became real evident what they didn’t fast forward through as they started to sing, “I kissed a girl and I liked it.” I tried really hard to hide my shock and horror but my mouth was on the floor. If the song had been on the radio, no big deal. However, this was a live performance and so they saw that the singer was Katy Perry, a girl. I had to spend the entire morning explain why it isn’t ok for them to sing the song and just laugh since they thought it was funny that a girl was singing that song---silly, just silly we concluded. Of course I know this is stored in their memory banks along with other off limits things they have seen and heard and it will be used against me at the most inopportune moment!

In a Nutshell

So the last few weeks are a blur. There were numerous trips to L.A., fighting of a mysterious illness for the last week, and comments from strangers and friends referring to how my stomach has "popped out." Amazingly with all that is going on I have found the strength to pull myself out of bed and to keep going! I have mad survival skills! Anyway,the true goal in mind is that three months from now I will be able to breathe out of my nostrils again.

So today as we travel through a drive-through the precocious 6 year old in the backseat states: Hope you don't max out your card!
Oh dear, well Miss Smarty Pants if you must know it was my ATM card and I know that those details are beneath you. However I'm sure your comment was humorous to the guy who was handing back my card and receipt. A little free entertainment for all.

It doesn't stop there. Tonight as my sick 7 year old is laying in my bed, I was flipping channels to find something appropriate but as I flip she exclaims: That lady is dancing with a pole. Why? She looks silly.
Granted I was flipping as fast as I could and that this person was completely dressed but I'm sure this will come up again in casual conversation with her friends. Once again I will be handed the mother of the year award.

So I guess tomorrow I will again have to find the strength to pull myself out of bed and do it all again. Why? Because I will survive!

My poor neglected blog

I have effectively neglected all my cyberspace duties lately. I get posts from friends on Facebook asking where I am and emails from friends that I forget to respond to. I’m going to blame it on the pregnancy. Yes I am tired but that would not be the reason. I have been overwhelming myself with the plethora of baby gadgets and gear. Apparently baby products have come a long way since I was in the market eight years ago. I have been online doing research, reading reviews and now my eyes are about to fall out of my head. Sure it is fascinating and you have to wonder what in the world a $900 stroller can do. However, I never found any evidence that it actually sprouted wings and flew so nothing was resolved. Instead I am now more confused than when I began.

Officially I am throwing in the towel and joining back with my blog and peeps on Facebook. There is no sense in wasting anymore brain cells!

The Birds and the Bees

It seems that my 7 year old almost got schooled today on the facts of life. I unwittingly observed the whole thing. There were these two 4th graders from the neighborhood school talking about some huge thing that had happened. One had played a prank on a third neighborhood girl and wrote a nasty note. The note said how this third girl was in bed with so and so boy and had sex. I’m not a hundred percent sure but I don’t think such things were on my mind when I was 9! My daughter wasn’t included in this conversation at first because she wasn’t old enough to hear it. Well duh. I’m not sure I am old enough to hear this conversation. So anyway when they decided to divulge some information to my daughter there was a teenage “supervisor” and when she realized that Ashlyn thought sex meant sexy she immediately halted the conversation. I didn’t know what was being said but I saw all the little pow wows happening and the exclusivity. I knew there was drama but had no idea the extent.

However, now I am left with the aftermath of trying to explain. Thankfully she doesn’t want to know about a lot of it. She doesn’t feel ready and so I take my cues from her. Who says homeschoolers don’t get socialization? This example shows they get plenty and drives home how I want all the children's “education” to come from me, not from the older/experienced kids. Yikes.

The Tooth Fairy is broke!

So on my blogging vacation my two girls lost a combined 3 teeth! Not sure why they must do things in pairs. For goodness sakes they aren’t even twins but since having both, everything must be done in simultaneously. At least now it is teeth and not poop. But this causes me to ponder what it will be down the line when they are teenagers or even grown. What will happen so that one doesn’t upend the other? Puberty in tandem? Marriage within hours? Pregnancy timed with synchronous cycles? Hmmmph. I am now petitioning for this to stop at teeth for heaven’s sake! I don’t mind tiptoeing around in the middle of the night replacing gross teeth with cash. However, please I don’t think I have a strong enough heart for this craziness to continue!