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Today started out like any other Sunday. The little tyrant girl of mine woke up bright and early at 7 a.m. demanding that I find her Carry. Which is the name of her stuffed toy she loves dearly. I finally find him, then she wants her paci. I felt around and couldn’t locate that darn thing, but luckily there was an extra one by the bed, so I gave that one too her. After all this, I had to get up and use the bathroom. When I came back, she wasn’t finished with her demands, requests,Β  this time it was milk. I made my way to the kitchen got her some milk and kept thinking I just want to go back to bed. I gave her her cup and she drank it down, then cuddled up beside me. Within 15 minutes she was back to sleep, took me just a tad bit longer, but I managed to do it. Around 8, I heard hubby talking to her. Crap, I don’t want to get up. So I laid there as quiet as a mouse, waiting to see what was going to happen. He got up and she went out into the living room with him. Ah, yes! Now this is what I am talking about, I thought. After all it is my Birthday! I dozed back off for about an hour. After that, I was awake and needed to get up to get everyone fed.

The day might have started out kind of slow, but it was rather nice. I took Oldest and my mom up to Old Navy. Oldest has been wanting some new clothes and we don’t usually shop in stores like that, but today, I made an exception. She got her a pair of jeans, 2 tees, and a flannel shirt. She doesn’t usually wear jeans, she has always said that they were uncomfortable, but she has been wanting a pair for awhile. And apparently the flannel is what is pretty popular with the teens these days. After that we headed to our usual hangout. I know that is sad, but Walmart is the one stop shop.

When we got home, we ordered out. Chinese food, YUM! Then afterwards, headed to 31 Flavors for my Birthday treat. I thought that would be better then a cake sitting in the house for a few days just begging me to eat it. A couple of scoops and I am done.

Last year I wrote a post Turning 43 Isn’t All That Bad. I read it over just now, and I want to remember and take in what I wrote. Age is just a number. But this year, it was a little harder to deal with. This year, I want to cry even though I won’t. I will save that for next year! πŸ™‚

 

 

Girls Can Be Icky

Posted: January 24, 2016 in blog, Daughter, funny, kids, toddlers, tweens, Uncategorized
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My girls can be pretty funny and rather icky all at the same time.

This morning, they were both sitting in their Grandma’s room playing when I heard Little L sneeze a couple of times. Oldest comes running out a few seconds later. She makes it to the sink gagging and washed her hands. I was making breakfast, so I asked what the heck was going on. She said, “L sneezed and she blew out a bugger, it landed on her lip and before I could grab it, she licked it off her lip, then it was stuck to her tongue.” “She held it out for me to get it off, and I started gagging. That’s why I had to wash my hands, I had a bugger on my finger.” I started laughing and told her, “Well you are a good sister for getting the bugger off her tongue before she swallowed it.” Which, made Oldest gag even harder.Β  πŸ˜‰

 

Kids can say some of the silliest things at times, we all know that. Through all the whining and crying and eating this week, Little L has said some pretty funny stuff. I need to write everything she says down, but when she says it, I think I will remember and well, then I don’t. But yesterday she outdid herself and I thought I would share a few with you.

“Come on buuuddy, Let’s dance!”Β  I don’t know if she has heard this one or she came up with it but it is really funny to hear it come out of her mouth. Especially when she stretches out the word buddy and she is wiggling her booty. When she first said it, she had her sis and I LOLing about it all day.

“Well well well, you have the bacon.”Β  She said this one last night over and over while her and sissy were playing. I guess she was wanting bacon and thought her sister had some. Anyways, it was one for the books, definitely.

Yesterday at lunch time, daddy was sitting on the couch eating. L was eating and watching a cartoon. He got done and as he was getting up, I sat down in his spot. Little L didn’t see this exchange. A few minutes later, she looked over at me and said, “Where daddy go?” “He went to the bathroom,” I told her. Then she scrunched up her little face and said, very disgustedly, “With him lunch!” Oldest was sitting on the other couch and we cracked up. “Oh no baby, he finished his lunch.” I said laughing. “Oh ok,” she said, and went right back to her cartoons.

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It has rained all week here in the desert. Been very gloomy and dreary looking out, except for this morning when the sun actually peaked from behind the clouds for a few hours. Now it is right back to being cloudy and dark.

Since the rain has moved in, Little L has not been in the best of moods. I don’t know if this is what is causing her rants and excessive whining, but I am going to go with it. Yesterday all she did was eat. Must be a growth spell or making up for being sick over Christmas, but she ate everything she could get her hands on. Good thing we went to the store last Friday and stocked up. In the middle of all the eating, she cries and whines over the littlest of things. This morning, trying to get back into the bathroom, I turned on the t.v. I asked if she wanted to watch Disney or PBS. She said she wanted a show off of Netflix. I turned on Netflix and picked the show she said and started to walk away. She started screaming and saying no, no, no. I turned around, grabbed the remote and turned it back off. The screaming still went on. I swatted her on the rear and told her to knock it off, it was way too early for all that. I finally got back into the bathroom after picking another show and told her to watch or not. She watched.

Later, Oldest and I were going over her school work and Little L was playing with her dad.Β  He wasn’t doing something to her liking, so she started the screaming again. I looked at Oldest who said that she has been whining and screaming alot this week. I said, “must be the weather.” “Mom you say that all the time.” Then she proceeded to give examples. “Oh, I think I must have broke my ankle, must be the weather.” I came back with, “Because I slipped in the mud from all the rain, so yes, it is the weather.” “I hurt my wrist playing video games.” Then I said, “Because I was trapped inside, it must be the weather.” This went on for a little while longer, and it gave us a good laugh.

I have always said that phrase. I grew up hearing it and there is a good chance I will continue to say it and I know Oldest will say it too when she is grown and has kids. Then they can give her a hard time just like she does me. πŸ™‚

Since Little L is feeling so much better now, I decided to get her and Oldest dressed in their Christmas outfits and take a few pictures of the girls in front of the tree, before it comes down this weekend. I got L cleaned up and while putting on her clothes, I told her I would give her a piece of candy if she would be good and take some pictures for me. She said she would and she did. We got several good shots of her and her sister. I didn’t push taking a lot on Christmas, other then them opening gifts, since she was so miserable. I don’t know where Oldest picked up that germ, but man, I wish she would have let it be.

After the photo shoot, and L got her candy, I had hubby bring in the Christmas crates and I started taking down the decorations. The tree is still up, but all the ornaments are packed away safe and sound for another year. I hated taking them off because it was definitely pretty this year. L was so good and left the ornaments alone. Not like last, when most of the pictures I took showed many bare areas of the tree. L helped take off some of the ornaments and only threw a fit when I packed up one little snowman that sits on the table. She barely played with it, but she couldn’t stand that I had put it away. So instead of leaving the Mickey and Rudolph ornaments out this year, I packed them up and left him out for her instead.

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It has been a crazy day. I have been baking for a few hours. Not much, just some fudge and cookies. But I have been trying to do other things in between the taking out and putting in of the goodies. Daddy let Oldest put some presents under the tree earlier. I thought we were going to wait till tonight like we usually do, but he said it was ok. Last night we got in a bit of a tiff over letting the girls open up a present on Christmas eve. It is the same argument every year. He says that when he was a kid, they waited till Christmas morning.Β  When I was a kid, we opened one up on Christmas eve. Just one. I remember one year she didn’t open anything until Christmas morning, because he threw such a fuss over it. I always pick out a special something for them to open,Β  usually pajamas. Last year, they opened one early and he didn’t get upset. After going to bed mad at each other, and I didn’t make him his big breakfast that he likes, he told me while the kids were putting out the presents, that they could open one tonight.

When I wrapped Little L’s presents, I put the name tags on them as I went, like any normal person. When I wrapped the ones for Oldest a few days later, I was going to do the name tags later. Today, while putting out a couple of things for her I was going to write the name tags. There was a big box and a small box. For the life of me I couldn’t think of what was in the small box. I looked at it, shook it, felt around on the box. Nothing was coming to me. Good thing I made a list. I had to look at it to remember. My memory is definitely gone, I tell ya.

I few more things to get done and that’s it. Just waiting on the jolly man in red to come visit. Even though Little L is sick she is still excited. After we set out the presents, she wanted to start opening them. But she is being good and left them alone when we told her we had to wait.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas Eve and a very Merry Christmas!! πŸ™‚

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I have come to the conclusion that I am a Germaphobic, and sometimes a hypochondriac. Every time I am around some one that is sick or says those dreaded words, I fell like I am getting sick, I totally freak out in my own mind. OMG how close was I to that person before they said those words? Did I touch anything they did? Hell, I’m screwed! I am always the one to get sick no matter what. I was told many years ago that you can’t get sick from walking out side in freezing weather in shorts or barefooted. I had to test that out apparently, and ran outside one time, barefoot. I didn’t leave my deck, I just ran out to grab something and ran back in the house. The next day, sick! There have been more instances but I just don’t want to relive them.

Now, when someone is sick, I must wash my hands every time I come in contact with whatever they may have touched. I try to stay my distance, believe me. But when it is your kid that sick, sometimes you just can’t. Walking in their room with a mask around your mouth and nose, my make them a little uncomfortable. So you just have to grin and bear it.

I am not sick…yet! But Little L now has whatever Oldest got over the weekend. Poor little baby is gonna be sick on Christmas. There is still 2 days left, so maybe the worst will be over quickly for her and by Friday morning she will be ready to go. But then I have a feeling, it will be my turn, because it is inevitable. πŸ™‚

Wow, this month is just flying by. Can’t believe Christmas is right around the corner, gaining on me. I haven’t wrapped nary a present and the house is still a mess from putting out decorations. That is my plan this weekend, sweep, mop, and vacuum. Even though I expect no company, I do want it to look nice for Christmas morning pictures. Tonight after Little L drifts off to sleepy town, Oldest and I are going to start wrapping her presents. I think I got everything that my budget could afford and then some, because you always have to buy stocking stuffers, ya know. I took my mom up to Walmart to finish up her list yesterday, without the girls. While we were there, 2 packages finally arrived in the mail and I got an email saying that something I ordered for my mom was ready for pickup at the store we were in. So it all came together at one time.

Today I got the girls out of the house and went back to the library. Oldest went to look for some books while L and I went into the children’s play area. There was another mom with a little girl there and the lady said hi to L. L said hi back and then the lady started asking her how old she was and what was her name. I heard L tell her her name, but she didn’t know what to say about her age. I intervened with my protective mother voice, and said she was 2 1/2. “How old is yours?” I asked. “Oh she just turned 2 in September.” “Oh ok,” I said. Then she told L how much she liked her shirt and her boots. L just stood there, not really doing anything. Then she asked her if she liked to read. L shook her head yes, which isn’t true, but who cares. I was sensing stranger danger and just wanted the odd lady to leave. Then she went over and sat down on the floor and started reading not to her daughter, but to mine. I got up and walked over to them, and L got up and ran off to where her daughter was. The lady got up and was looking a little embarrassed and said that her daughter wasn’t really interested in reading yet. I said L was the same. The other little girl went over and was sitting in a chair and could tell that L just wanted her to play with her. She got up and L decided that she was going to sit in the chair and the girl walked back over and pushed L. I didn’t see the push but I seen L holding her arm and the girls mom telling her to apologize. They hugged and all was fine. Then the lady seen another woman that she apparently knew and went to talk with her. I told L to stay in the play area and she did. Soon they left and L was alone. I let her pick out a couple of books and we came on home.

I told Oldest we would go back over Christmas break and maybe there will be more kids for L to play with, and no strange mom’s hanging around. πŸ™‚

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This was written last year around this time, and for the life of me I do not know why I didn’t post it. Read on…

My Oldest has always believed in Santa. She also believes that a fairy comes into her room and leaves money for her teeth, and that their is a big furry rabbit that scampers about at Easter, hiding eggs all about the house. You may think that she is too old for this. I might say I agree…atleast about the fairy and rabbit. But without believing in them, it may be hard for her to believe that there really is a Santa Claus. While we were painting on our crafts, she got to talking about Santa. “Mommy, some say that there really is no Santa Claus. Is that true?” I kept painting and said, “Well, they must not believe in him. If you believe, then he is real.” She was quiet for a moment then said, “OK, pinky swear that he is real.” We wrapped our pinkies together and I said, “As long as you believe honey, then there is a Santa.” She was quite happy with that and went back to her painting.

My hubby and my mom have both said that she knows that he isn’t real. I told them they are wrong. 1. Why would she bother to write a letter. 2. See above conversation.

She will catch on sooner or later. Maybe there is a tiny part of her that knows, deep down, that there isn’t a big guy in a red suit coming into your house and leaving those wonderful, expensive presents behind. But for right now, I am happy that she still wants to believe in him, ya know. And hopefully when that day comes, she won’t ruin it for her little sister, who is just finding out about this magical, wonderful time of year. πŸ™‚

Things have changed this year. Oldest did figure it out. I am rather relieved that she did. It was getting harder and harder to keep up the charade now that she is getting older. Now she can help me play Santa for her sister and so far, she is really enjoying it.

Oldest had a required class this morning for Math at 9 a.m. I turned on the computer around 8:30 to get the page up and check any teacher emails. I always go into the grade book at the beginning of the day and then at the end. She had been holding A’s in all her classes till a couple of weeks ago, when 2 classes fell to a B, Gum and Math. Gum is an easy fix, and she keeps putting it off. She just has to redo one assessment and get a passing grade on it.Β  I went into the math teachers webpage and she had posted a few ways for the students to get extra credit. Oldest jumped right on it and after I emailed the teacher about them, she earned an extra 15 points in the grade book. That has now brought her grade back up to an A at 90%. She did an Interim assessment in math today also and scored an 86, but that hasn’t been factored in since it isn’t due till Wednesday.

I went back into the grade book while all this was going on and like I said I check it every morning. She had an A in Science when I first looked. Then when I went back, it had dropped to a B just like that and she didn’t even have any assignments due today or at all this week. I instantly emailed the teacher to see what had happened. The only thing she said was to check it again in the morning and if it was still at a B, she would check into it. Excuse me? It was an A at 8:30. How could it go down without any lessons being submitted?

Oh and this is the clencher of the whole school day. The history teacher, whom I haven’t a problem with, sent an email saying that all lessons that are due this week were zeroed out in the grade book. As you do the lessons, your grade will come back up. So Oldest had been at a 92-93% for awhile, her grade after the teacher did this dropped to an 83. It’s a good thing I read the email before I seen her grade or I would have been through the roof. She did two of the “missing” assignments and her grade has already climbed to an 87. Three more to do and it should be back to where it is supposed to be. πŸ™‚