Archive | October, 2010

Hair, Teeth and Mini-Golf

9 Oct

To share in the kids’ fall break from school, Andrew and I took a fall day off from work. The day off meant quality time with the kids and checking a few things off the to-do list. Those do’s included a hair cut for Nia and a hair color for momma, a Nia dentist visit and then (a non-do) a rad game of glow-in-the-dark miniature golf.

When I asked Nia what her favorite thing was that day, she surprised me by answering, “Going to the dentist.” The one place where I didn’t get a picture.

 

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Having fun waiting for my hair color to work its magic.

 

 

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Goofy Girls

 

 

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Cut and color complete!

 

 

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Glow-in-the-Dark Mini-Golf Fun

 

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Come out, come out, wherever you are

7 Oct

I hear it but can’t find it. “Choo-choo.” It taunts me as I search in the dark of Nate’s room while he sleeps. I don’t even really know what it is. “Choo-choo.” I pause. Hold my breath. Direct my better ear to where I think I – “choo-choo.” Wait. Did that come from in Nate’s room or not?

I walk out of the room and head toward the living room. I freeze and search and freeze and search for what seems like forever and finally decide to go to bed. Of course, that’s when I hear it again.

I walk to the hallway and go to Nia’s room this time. Nothing. But it sounds so close! I sneak back into Nate’s room and start silently searching again. This time it becomes more difficult because the ridiculousness of it all strikes me as funny and I struggle to muffle my laugh. The “choos” continue.

Andrew assists in the search but still nothing. We decide to surrender for the night. After all, it had been going off for hours and hadn’t disturbed the kids, it should be ok. Yes, it still disturbed me, but I knew I needed to be well-rested to defeat the noisy, sneaky object.

It wasn’t until my ears woke up to the never-ceasing – “choo-choo” – that I figured out where the toy was hiding. It had been chilling out amongst their bathroom books all night. Choo-choo, I found you.

 

 

Peek a Book

 

And, introducing the “choo” that didn’t end – until I ended it.

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So Emotional

6 Oct

He can go from extreme tears to hysterical laughter in just seconds. Especially, if I ask him to stop playing baseball for a few of those seconds to pose for a picture.

"I don't want to take a picTURE."

From Mr. Whiney Pants to Mr. Laughy Pants

Can I play baseball now?

 

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A Lesson in A-S-S

5 Oct

She asked and I told her – over and over and over again. It felt like I said the word ass more during that ten minutes talking to Nia in the car than I’ve said in the past seven years.

It all began when she asked to listen to Pink’s song “Get the Party Started.” Her dancing class plays and she wanted to continue rocking out to it after class. The difference is, the version her dance class uses is probably G-Rated. The version I played had the lyrics: “I’ll be burnin’ rubber, you’ll be kissin’ my ass.”

Nia: What does that word mean, momma?
Me: Um, well, it can mean a few things. Some say it as another word for donkey to mean silly or stupid. They say jackass instead of donkey. Like, that person is a jackass. But that’s not nice and we shouldn’t say it. It’s also used as a not nice way to say bottom or butt. (Clear my throat.) Ass. We also shouldn’t say that.
Nia: How do you spell it?
Me: Why?
Nia: Just ’cause I wanna know.
Me: Well, you spell it a-s-s but you don’t need to spell it or write it or say it. Ok?
Nia: Ok, but can I tell my friends I know what it means?
Me: No! I mean, no, because they might not know what it means and their moms and dads won’t want them to know yet. You let their moms and dads tell them like I told you. You shouldn’t say the word because it’s not nice and you’ll get in big trouble if you say it. Your school will probably call mommy and daddy at work and you wouldn’t want that, right? I’m telling you what it means because I’m teaching you so you know and know not to say it. Ok?
Nia: Ok. How do you spell it again?
Me: Nope. I think we should be all finished talking about it because I said it way to many times just now and we should just be finished.

And deep breath. Did I do the right thing? I have no idea. I suppose I could have just said, “You don’t need to worry about it or say it and that’s all you need to know” but I want to be able to talk with the kids and not hide things from them. I also really appreciate that they come to us with questions and I hope it stays that way – pain in the ass or not.

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Worse Than a Horror Movie

4 Oct

I felt the blood leave my face. The goosebumps broke a new record in how fast they appeared on me. I dramatically yelled for Andrew to save us all from the two black widow spiders and their eggs living in our garage. It was the first of three major insect sightings we discovered in or around our house this past weekend. Something I’m still struggling with thanks to my fear of all things bug.

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The next discovery caused me to gasp in amazement. I’m so thankful we found this mound of fire ants hiding under second base before Nate did while rounding the base:

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I had to do a double take on this one because it was so well camouflaged. Do you see it there? The Praying Mantis? We let it hang out on our porch but I really hope I don’t find it inside one day.

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What’s up bugs? Did they all get the insect-vite to invade on that certain day? Well, I officially uninvite you. Forever.

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