Almost three weeks later…here are the Facebook highlights from March! (What is this? All answers are HERE.)
Eleanor: So yeah – Jade got her ears pierced.
Me: I guess YOU want to get your ears pierced?
Eleanor: [rolls eyes] Uh – yeah. ALL of my friends have pierced ears…except for Lucy…and Lily.
Me: Well – we had originally talked about waiting until you’re 12…
Eleanor: That’s when YOU got your ears pierced.
Me: I know – back in “the olden days…”
Eleanor: MOM! I don’t call it “olden.”
Me: What do you call it?
Of course. Also? George still tells me that I’m “in my future.”
I just let my kids buy what looks to be ALL seasons of Sponge Bob On Demand. Not sure if this makes me the best mom in the world, the worst mom in the world or the most desperate mom in the world…
“Mom – there are three people on your world.”
-Eleanor telling me I have three Facebook notifications.
“Emory boards are for nails, not crayons!”
So that’s how our snow day is going so far…
Visiting 10 year old boy: Can I use your phone?
Me: My cell phone?
Me: Why do you want to use my phone?
V10YOB: To call my mom.
Me: Why do you need to call her?
V10YOB: [whispers] It’s personal.
Me: OH. Well – okay, you can use my phone to call her.
V10YOB: [walking away] I hope she lets me get YouTube on my DS…
Epilogue: He is not using my phone.
So we were driving to swim lessons and there was a commercial on the radio telling us to CALL NOW for a chance be on Austin & Ally or Dog with a Blog or some other Disney Programs and we lost our chance because I was driving and couldn’t make phone calls. This was hugely disappointing of course, and a very dejected George declared that he would “never be one of those people who get famous.”
I told him I’d try to help him figure something out. We’re leaning toward YouTube channel (my suggestion of a Twitter account was deemed “weird”). But he can’t get past the idea of being a video gamer YouTube sensation which I keep telling him is so DONE at this point (he totally missed his window). Time to crowd source ideas. So tell me Facebook – what would you like to see George do/discuss on YouTube? He could dispense advice? Give commentary on what is going on in the world? Thoughts?
The Voice is on and when I expressed relief that a singer wasn’t left unchosen by anyone, Chris said, “you’re one of those people who makes everyone get a trophy at the end of the season.”
I’m sorry – is this news?
You know what gets more depressing with each new year? Scrolling through a drop down box for the year you were born. Scrolling…scrolling…aaaaany minute now…
Several years ago when I had hernia repair surgery (filed under: things your grandpa and I have in common!) the kids created little cut out drawings and designs to tape to my bedroom door. Since then, the paper creations have fallen off or been torn in half by wild small people hurtling past. Tonight the twins are playing with the old school spirographs I bought them for Christmas. George asked if he could tape their work to my bedroom walls “for decoration.” I suggested that they tape them to the door instead, as replacements for their fallen predecessors. They thought this was a great idea, but George said it might be better if I did the decorating myself: “because it’s your door – and you can do it with style.” This may be the first time anyone in my house has ever acknowledged that I do anything with style. But just so you know…I do ALL THE THINGS with style.
Oliver just ate THREE rice cakes with peanut butter (and I’m not talking mini rice cakes here…) So I wasn’t surprised when he asked me for a glass of milk. Since we are running low (because SNOW DAY), I told him he’d have to settle for water. His response: “then can I have some Cheetos?” It’s like living with Andy from Parks and Rec.
Eleanor: You know, we’ve basically been having winter break.
Me: Yes Eleanor – I NOTICED THAT TOO.
George and I are having a heated debate. I believe we saw some men setting up flares on the street. George thinks dynamite. #AtAnImpasse
I remembered to be the Tooth Fairy twice in three days. So I’m basically KILLING IT at parenting.
Currently covered in dust. Why? Because my kids are changing after swim class and I just had to jump two feet in the air to retrieve George’s underwear from a dusty ledge. Obviously.
Finally giving in and letting Eleanor get her ears pierced. And after some extensive crowd sourcing/research, I decided to take her to a tattoo parlor where the employees are certified and follow strict regulations for equipment sterilization. When I told the boys where we were going, their responses were…
Oliver: Do they have candy?
George: I want a tattoo!
We (she) did it!
Oh I’m sorry. Are you trying to watch that?
Earlier, I told Oliver he could play a game on my phone. Then promptly forgot all about it. An embarrassingly long time later he showed up with a dead phone asking me to charge it for him. I said I thought that was enough electronics for the day. This news was not well received.
He informed me that if I didn’t let him use my phone, he would have to leave. I asked him where he would go. He said “New York.” I asked him who he would stay with there. He said “somebody else.”
Not only did this seem poorly planned…it was possibly first time my oldest son has ever expressed a desire to live somewhere without me (let alone with anyone else BUT me…in New York). I kissed him, then told him I loved him and would be so sad if he ever ran away to live in New York.
Ten minutes later, I heard the distinctive sound of a lightly packed carry on suitcase bumping down the stairs. Inside the suitcase? All of his stuffed animals. #NewYorkorBust
Earlier this morning…
Me: George – you’re flossing! Nice work.
George: Yeah – I did it all this morning…brushed my teeth, used mouth wash, flossed, ran in circles…
Eleanor declining a snack I brought for her to eat in the car after gymnastics:
“I’m sorry Mom – I don’t really feel like eating now…just drinking.”
Harlem Globe Trotters!
Me: Oliver – how did your back get so wet?
Oliver: I ran into a snow drift.
With his back?
George: Mom – are you bored?
Me: No! I’m with you. I’m never bored when I’m with my kids (minor lie).
George: It’s your first favorite thing?
Me: Yes – it’s my first favorite thing.
George: What’s your second favorite thing?
Me: Hanging out with Daddy? [sorry Chris – I was put on the spot]
George: What’s your third favorite thing?
Me: Oh I don’t know! I just like being with my family.
George: I know what your last favorite thing is.
Me: What is it?
George: Leaving us.
There aren’t enough hugs for that one.
A good co-pilot always sleeps with one eye open.
The hubris of buying a cute new doormat for spring…
Someone who has never really considered herself to be a “dog person” (or even an animal lover for that matter) realizes she’s a fully entrenched “dog owner” when she sees the dog lying on her bed and, in her best baby voice coos, “who’s a lazy dog? Are you a big old lazy dog? Yes you are! You good girl…you’re just a lazy doggie dog.” Or so I’ve heard….
After a frustrating struggle with our can opener, Chris tossed it in the garbage and told me to buy a new one, “and buy an expensive one this time.”
We’re so fancy.
Yesterday, I took the kids out with their bikes and suggested we go to the nearby Nature Center. When George heard the destination, he balked, “but that’s too far, and I’ll end up crying a lot.” While I did admire this self awareness and ability to identify his limits…I was pretty sure he could do it. With a little encouragement (i.e. “too bad so sad that’s what we’re doing), I was able to get him on board. And as it turned out – there was NO crying at all. He was always in the lead and informed me on the way back that his legs weren’t at all tired. I recognized a bit of a life lesson here: never underestimate yourself. You never know what you can accomplish until you try!
This morning on the walk to school, George complained that his eye hurt, then that it was too cold for the sweatshirt that he chose to wear, and finally that his legs hurt. And he cried the ENTIRE TIME. As I waved to him from the entrance with an ironic, “have a great day!” it occurred to me that my little boy just offered me another life lesson: everything tends to even out in the end.
Waiting for swim lessons to start, I walked up to find Eleanor chatting with the front desk lady about the Easter decorations…
Lady: Oh yeah – we decorate for everything. Did you see all the shamrocks last week…and the hearts for Valentine’s Day?
Eleanor: Well, we couldn’t a come last week, but I remember the hearts. What do you put up for Fourth of July?
Lady: What do you think?
Eleanor: Pictures of fireworks?
Lady: No…what do we celebrate on July Fourth?
It’s true…my children are vaguely aware that when it comes to Christmas and Easter, Jesus is the reason for the season… But those little heathens are forever finding ways to call me out for lack of religious instruction when we’re in public.
Happy birthday to my wonderful husband Chris Hood, who will never be on Facebook because he thinks it’s THISCLOSE to being Match.com for married people. So those of you who love him will just have to text. **throws confetti/blows party horn***
Between the kids and the dog, I find the weirdest things on my bed. I’m calling that tennis ball Alice’s “Wilson.” A very angry Wilson…
George and Oliver are in the back seat laughing and cheering. Finally turned around to see what they’re doing: placing popcorn on top of the window glass and pressing “up.” Who says kids need videos and gaming devices to stay entertained in the car!
Cleaning out some shelves and just found a “brand new” 90-minute cassette tape (still in original packaging!) Any takers? Actually – I may let the kids play with it (because OF COURSE we still have a boom box with a “record” button). And yes – that is the infamous book my mother used to scar me for life when I was six. Why do I keep all the things?! #hoarders
First concert! Just found the program from Prince’s Purple Rain tour. I was in 7th grade and my Dad took me. Sheila E. opened and he got to stand next to me as we watched her simulate oral sex on one of the men in the audience. You know – typical Norman Rockwell stuff.
Ten years ago today, I was sitting in the hospital waiting to be induced with my one-week-late first born, Oliver. And all I could think was, “I wish it was tomorrow.” I wasn’t particularly psyched about the day of childbirth ahead… And sure enough, when I was holding my newborn baby and my mom asked what I thought of the experience, I said, “well…it wasn’t my *favorite* day…” I may not be fond of delivering 9 lb. babies with huge heads – but I sure am crazy about this boy with his big heart and and open mind. I often joke that he’s Buddy the Elf – and I’m pretty sure that he’ll believe in Santa forever. He never ceases to put life into perspective for me. I think I want to be Oliver when I grow up.
We invited some neighbors over for a last minute birthday party. And Oliver just informed me that he wants to go outside so we can all “surprise” him. I love that kid.
Good thing they kept their helmets on – because sidewalk chalk is no joke.