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Nia and the Cafeteria Money Mystery

18 Oct

“Hello. This message is for the parents of Antonia Valles. Our records indicate you have a cafeteria balance of negative $2.50. Please pay this balance promptly. Thank you.”

I never would’ve thought a message like that could spark the flood of tears and deep concern that came from Nia. Her immediate reaction was to cry and tell me over and over again, “They are lying, momma! They are LYING!”

After doing my best to calm the crazy, I asked her why she was so upset. All that did was start her up again. “Because they are lying! I never buy anything!” “Okay, fine,” I said. “Let’s try to figure out what else it could be.” I asked her if she got a juice, a milk or forgot her money on popsicle day. She dramatically denied me every scenario I suggested, still insisting that the cafeteria people were out to get her. She instructed me to call them and tell them they were wrong.

I thought about that phone call in my head. “Yes, Miss Elementary School Cafeteria Cashier, as if you don’t have enough to put up with, my seven-year-old says you’re a liar, liar pants on fire.”

Right.

Wow. All this for $2.50 that I knew I was going to pay whether Nia forgot she spent it or the school or another student made a mistake when entering the student ID. I mean, someone spent that money so the school needed it either way.

Despite Nia’s protest (“They just want our money, momma.”), I gave her the money to give to the school and, to satisfy her, told her I would call them to see what may have happened.

Turns out, someone purchased three school lunches using Nia’s number. The really nice woman from the cafeteria said she didn’t think another child could’ve made a mistake because the cashier is supposed to verify. She told me she’d talk with Nia’s teacher about it. I let her know all is well, until the bill is $50. Then, they’ll have to speak with Nia and she’s not as understanding about this matter as I am.

An Artistic Nap

11 Oct

He always acts as though he will go right to sleep for nap time but as soon as we shut the door Nate the artist comes to life.

Here is one of his creations I discovered on his pillow the other day. He wrote all of his loves. He documented the names of the three girls he likes and then he drew a baseball underneath their names. I found it extra sweet that his beloved blankey was right next to his work.

 

Loves

 

He was really proud of this next creation and he even told me a little story about it. “Look at my porcUpines, momma. See, there’s a mean one and a happy one. The mean one is named Nate. They’re my porcUpines.” I will always remember how adorable he sounded when he pronounced the word. His tiny voice, emphasizing the “u”. I can’t imagine him being the mean porcUpine – or, in fact, any porcUpine pronounced like that being mean.

 

PorcUpines

 

Pumpkin Patch + 85 Degrees = Fesitively Wrong

9 Oct

What the? It was fall weather when I went to sleep last night. As I dreamt of picking the perfect pumpkin, hay rides and apple cider, the temperature was supposed to drop, setting the stage to bring my dream to life.

Well, part of the dream came true. We had a great time with our friends, the Combee family, at Washington Farms but sweated through pumpkin picking, jumpy jumping (where Andrew got in trouble for doing what the video below captures), cow-train riding, goat feeding and pig racing. Hoo-wee. Nothing like a happy and hot fall day.

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Wheel Barrow Princess

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Pumpkin Patch Princess Gets a Lift

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Perusing the Pumpkin Patch with Pals

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Pumpkin Patch Pose

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Pumpkins!

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Hot Hay Ride

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Jelly Bean Cow for the Bean

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Headless Annabelle Cow for the Boy

It's called a jumping pillow and it's awesome!

 

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.

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.

Mommy Mysteries

30 Sep

How did you do it, lady? How did you manage to stay so mom-like and proper around me as I grew up? I can’t help but wonder (and, heads up, some of these are TMI) how you managed to:

  • Watch what you wanted on tv even if it had adult tones to it? I remember the CBS Soaps and Hill Street Blues in the background. I’m lucky if I get to watch Top 20 Video Countdown on Saturday mornings.
  • Deal with how grown-up I played Barbies? Or is that why you never played Barbies with me? I understand. I don’t really love playing Barbies with Bean but I don’t know how to tell her no without making her feel bad. You never made me feel bad. I bet my storylines stressed you out. I know they would me if I heard Nia throwing Ken off a balcony because he cheated on her with her sister. (Maybe those Soaps sunk into my head?)
  • Hold your gas around me? Yes, I mean toots. I don’t ever remember you letting one rip when I was a little kid. I hope my kids can forget their mommy’s noisemakers. They usually cutely yell at me, “Mommy!” What?
  • (This one is TMI you can never unread.) Change your lady products without young me barging into the bathroom mid-change? Sure, locking the door seems so simple. Even if they don’t see the act in progress, they still see the product which prompts questions.”Why do you have a diaper, mommy?” Yes, I answered it without really answering it. “It’s not a diaper. It’s not for pee, it’s for something elsethatI’lltellyouaboutlater.”

I guess I have created at least one mystery. Just on another level.

Scary Pants

27 Sep

The dark. Monsters under the bed, in the closet or waiting to grab your ankles as you walk up/down the open basement steps. Fire. Strangers. The vacuum cleaner. All are common fears we suffer through and torment ourselves with during childhood. Maybe yours, though, is not so common. Tonight, I discovered Nate’s unique dread. Sweatpants.

My word. The boy lost his stuff when I wanted him to try them on. These are a few of his protests through tears: “But I don’t like them!” “They’re too big for my body!””They’re just, they’re just, no!” “I want to wear my fast pants!”

I know he’s not really afraid of the sweatpants but his reaction sure made it seem that way. Maybe he’s just taking a stance against certain sports wear? Next time, I will attempt to introduce the sweatpants into the wardrobe a little more subtly. Say, in the dark? While telling him the sweatpants monsters will come out of the closet if he doesn’t wear them?

Never! Sometimes, I just need a little demented humor to help me deal with the parenting things I don’t know how to deal with. I mean, I’m pretty much the opposite of Nate. I like sweatpants so much, it’s scary.

Too Much Skin for Sesame Street?

23 Sep

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Whoa, I guess Katy Perry isn’t welcome in the PBS neighborhood. It seems “Sesame Street” has decided against airing the scantily clad Katy – or maybe it was her singing? – on PBS after getting complaints about it. I find this whole hoopla over what she was (not) wearing during her song and dance with the furry, red monster a riot.

Our kids see references to relationships and sex all around them every day. In their cartoons, male characters whistle and pant when a female character walks by. Often, those female characters are dressed very womanly – don’t tell me Princess Fiona’s dress didn’t accentuate her curves and cut a little low to reveal some ‘vege. Or, what about the Disney girls? Where was your problem with that? A crab telling a voiceless hottie how to “kiss the boy.” Why is Katy Perry in a skin-showing frock any worse during her two and a half minutes of screen time?

Sometimes, I think the reaction we have to things makes them a bigger deal than they actually are. My word. How much of any of it do you think your preschooler picks up on anyway? I’m sure that’s why my thoughts above never bothered you – those scenes are so subtle, right? Let’s say the kids don’t pick up on it – I’m sure many of us have something questionable from our childhood that we encountered and didn’t realize it how sexual or terrible it was. I watched Grease over and over again and sang along – not having any idea I was singing “pussy wagon” or the “chicks will cream.” Also, what was happening in the backseat of that car?

I find it hypocritical and confusing that, as a society, we have become accepting of so much around us that it just doesn’t make sense to me when we try to say, “Oh, hold up! That’s just wrong! But that over there – that lingerie ad, that music video, billboard, commercial, magazine cover, tv show – those are all ok.” Why? Because they aren’t aimed at the children? Well, unless you have them only watching “Sesame Street” (except for when Katy Perry was going to be on) and walking around with plugs in their ears and covering their eyes – they’ve certainly been around it. Try checking out with a child at the grocery store. While you unload your cart, their eyes are on the candy and the eye-candy on the covers of the mags. Nia actually moves the censor-shields out of the way to ask me why they’re covered.

Now, there’s an idea – talking to a child about why something was a certain way and why you think it should be different or not. Whatever. Watch Katy Perry and if they seem to mimic a behavior you don’t like, discuss it with them. Educate them. Help them grow into responsible, considerate adults who maybe won’t want to put the sexy dressed star of their time on a children’s show. Or maybe they will and it will just fine because – in the future – it will be sunny days and everything will be a-ok.

By the way, in case you’re wondering, I’m actually not a fan of her (lack of) attire on the appearance. I’m also disappointed in Elmo for not offering her a jacket. I thought that monster had manners. He could have taught Katy about dressing for the occasion.