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I had been putting off going grocery shopping this month. I usually make it out on the first of the month to stock up, but this month I just didn’t feel like it. It was a Monday for Pete sakes, and cold out.  I figured we would make it some day this week, probably on Wednesday. Well, Wednesday came and I had plans for all of us to load up and go, but hubby had some things he had ordered off E-Bay out for delivery. Our mail lady runs when she wants to run, there is no set time with her. And if you have a package being delivered, you better just cancel all plans and stay home, because there are some people that walk the neighborhood looking to see if you have anything that they can take. A nice pretty big brown box is just asking for trouble around here. So we decided to go after she ran, if she made it through early. 2 p.m. she made it down our street and hubby got his packages. By then I didn’t really want to go. Little L had been really really bad the last time we went so late in the afternoon. I told hubby I could make soup and sandwiches for dinner and we would just go in the morning.

We got up with full intentions of heading out around noon. But Little L had other plans. She was in a very bossy, whiney mood as soon as she woke up. She started demanding that I get up and get her paci and Carry (her stuffed toy) then she wanted cartoons on and of course she wanted one that wasn’t on that early. Luckily Sheriff Calli was on and she got interested in it. Then we made our way out of bedroom and she goes into screaming “Nack, me want nack” Which in 2 year old talk is snacks, meaning fruit snacks. She loves the damn things and I, like a big dummy, buy them for her. But I don’t give them to her so early in the morning. Daddy poured her a bowl of cereal with no milk so she didn’t really eat it like she does with me. I made pancakes for breakfast, which she kept saying, “Me don’t want pancake!” over and over. But she ended up eating the whole thing. In the meantime, all I could think of is I don’t want to take this kid to any store while she is acting like this. I told hubby and he agreed that just Oldest and I would go shopping when she got done with her school work.

It was nice with just us two. We made our way through the store in what seemed half the time and spent less money then I would have if hubby had went. So maybe she did me a favor by being so whiney. 🙂

 

While standing in Walgreens the other day, Oldest decides she is going to pick on her dear, sweet mother. We were waiting on her grandma, she was looking at some vitamins, and Oldest out of the blue tells me I have wrinkles. “Really?” I say.  She proceeds to say, “Yep they are all around your eyes.” “Especially when you smile.” “So you don’t want me to smile?” “No, I’m just telling you.” she says. Now mind you at home, she is always telling me how pretty I am, how great my skin is. So this lighting in Walgreens must make me look hideous. So I tell her thanks for pointing it out and that she could stop at anytime. She then tells me that I have them around my mouth too. OMG girl can you shut up. Before she could say anything else, I said, “Well, you have pimples!” It came out really loud too and the look on her face after I finished that last word, it was like UH OH! How could you? was coming from her eyes.  She did stop after I said that. Meantime, another lady was standing on the other side of my mom listening to the whole conversation. I think my mom could have crawled under a rock and she actually said outloud that she didn’t know us. Thanks mom!

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Here is the sitch. My 10 year old turns 11 next month. She is all excited about officially becoming a tween. She has talked about a couple of things that she would like to have as presents. She found  Minecraft books in Kmart that she said she couldn’t live without, but also said if she didn’t get them for her birthday, she could wait til Christmas. One thing that she doesn’t want to wait for and she talks about Every. Minute. Of. Every. Day. is…the band,  5 Seconds of Summer, coming here to Arizona.  She wants to go soooooo bad. She knows all their names and talks about how cute they are. Don’t you just love it!

I remember being her age and getting the teen beat magazines. Wait, I didn’t start that stuff till I was like 13, when “tween” wasn’t even heard of. You were a teenager when you turned 13, not before. There was no neat, cutesy name for being 11 and 12. You were still a kid, doing kid things, not swooning over boy bands. But I did go to concerts when I was 10. My mom would take me with her to see Conway Twitty, Kenny Rogers, Dolly Parton…all the Country music greats. I am glad I went, but when I reached 13, I didn’t want to go to that kind of concert anymore. I found Rock n Roll! I have to say I was lucky, my mom liked it too. She even changed the radio station in her car to the FM stations. It never went back to AM. Yes, I have had my share of concerts. From Kiss, Robert Plant, Tina Turner, Journey…I saw some great bands.

Now back to my story here about my 10, soon to be 11 year old. I don’t want to take her! There, I said it. I wouldn’t say it to her face though. I am not that brave! I get the fact that she really, really wants to go. As her mother, I should be willing to take her. The concert is being held outside, and the place its at is over 30 minute away. Even though we have lived here a year and a half, I don’t even know my way around that well. I have tried to tell her this. I hate driving and that is just too damn far for my taste. I don’t like being out of my comfort zone. I try to explain to her, that since we only have 1 car, and if something would happen, her daddy wouldn’t be able to get to us. She suggested that he drive us and then drive all the way back to pick us up. That’s not going to work either. For one, he would have to drag Little L around to do this. Two, that’s a lot of driving!

This morning she informed me that we needed at least 150 dollars for the concert. So I am thinking, ok why so much, sure she would want a t-shirt or poster or something, but $150. I asked why and she said it was for the tickets. Two seats in section 201 was $70 whopping bucks apiece. I about spilled my breakfast onto the floor. Now I know I was a kid when I went to concerts, but I know for a fact that no way did my mom spend that much on 2 tickets. No sirree!  That makes another strike against this trip. I would rather spend that kind of money on stuff that she needs, like clothes for the cooler weather.

Apart of me does feel bad for feeling this way. I want my girl to be happy. But as her mother, I just feel like it is definitely something she could live without at this moment in her young life. Well, that’s my dilemma. I know it’s not that big of deal to most, but I don’t want to break her little tween heart. Oh what to do?!

This list started out with the title Things I Thought I Would Never Say… But upon making the list, I came across another blog with the same title. Well crap I thought. I didn’t want to look like I was a copy cat. I was about to scrap the whole list all together, when I started thinking, hey this list should actually be titled Things I Say Everyday…, instead. Let’s face it, even though I didn’t think I would never say them, they have become apart of my life. Sometimes I repeat them all through the day. And I hate repeating myself! 🙂

1. Books are for reading, not for eating.

2. Eat the food, don’t spit it out.

3. Leave your diaper on!

4. Don’t poke the dog in the eye.

5. Get your fingers out of there. (This goes for many things during the day)

6. No! Don’t touch the poop!!!

7. Awww! You got it on your fingers!

8. This is mommy’s, not yours.

9 The dog’s water bowl is not to play in.

10. Leave your sister alone. (This one goes to both of them.)

11. Stop pouring *insert word here* all over the carpet. (ie, water, milk, juice)

12. Don’t eat that!

13. Get the paper out of your mouth!

14. Give that to mommy!!! (This one I say as we are doing laps around the kitchen table.)

15. Don’t bite your sister!

16. I love you! (My all time favorite!) 🙂

 

Now if you are like me, you are asking yourself what the hell is the ‘C’ word??  We  were living in Washington state and my daughter, was around 6, maybe close to 7. We had stopped to get some gas so we could go into town for awhile. My girl and I went in to pay while daddy stayed out to pump the gas. We were walking back to the car, when she asks this question, “Mommy, can I say the ‘C’ word? I know I just stared at her, wondering what this mysterious word was. The ‘C’ word, I thought, I know the ‘F’ word, the ‘D’ word, the ‘H’ world, but OMG I do not know this ‘C’ word. I gave in after a few seconds of scanning the cuss word file in my head and said, “Honey, what word is the ‘C’ word, exactly?” She gets really close and says, “Crap.”  Oh thank God, I thought. I started laughing and looked up to see that her daddy was finishing. I said, “Sure, as long as you don’t let your daddy hear you.” Then she leaned in close again and in this tiny little whispering voice, she says it. “Crap, crap, crap, crap. crap!” It was so cute and sooooo funny that we both started laughing and climbed in the car. Daddy got in and asked us what was so funny. We just looked at each other and said “Nothing!” 🙂

After reading so many wonderful blogs, I decided I wanted to try my hand at it. I haven’t been writing for long, when low and behold I get nominated for an award. I was nominated by Meaningful Mommy.     I have enjoyed reading her writings, so I hope you will stop by and take some time to peak through her site.

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The rules for accepting this award are:

1. Thank the person who has nominated you. Provide a link to his/her blog.

2. List the rules and display the award image.

3. Include 7 facts about yourself.

4. Nominate 15 other bloggers and let them know that they have been nominated.  This is a way to introduce others to bloggers that you love.

5. Display the award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you.

 

7 Facts about me:

1. I lived in Germany when I was 19 for about 3 years.

2. I am addicted to scrapbooking. I have two beautiful subjects so it is lots of fun.

3. I love the beach, even though I have only been there a handful of times.

4. I am very shy at first, but once you get to know me, I won’t shut up.

5. I have lived in 6 different states over the past 16 years.

6. I haven’t worked for a year and a half. When I did, I was a Customer Service Manager at good ole Walmart.

7. When I started writing my blog, I was worried that no one would read it. Here I am being nominated for an Award. Yeah!

 

Here are my nominations for One Lovely Blog Award:

Scrawling Consciousness

My Realistic Motherhood

Reason To Laugh

Raising A Daughter in a House of Teenage Boys

Sorry I’m A Mom

Pieces and Parts

Heavens To Betsy

Behind the Onesies

If Traffic Had A Face I Would Punch It

The Blissful (never-wanted-to-be) Mommy

The Babbling Brooke

The Mental Mom

The Happiness Trick

Random Shit My Kids Say

Embracing Wade

 I have found lots of good reads on these sights. Thank you all for sharing, and I hope this brings more readers and followers your way!! 🙂

*There is no time limit for passing this award on to others.*

Your fellow blogger,

Lesa

Tom Boy VS Girly Girl

Posted: August 24, 2014 in humour, parenting
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My daughter likes to consider herself a tomboy. I think she is a girly girl. We have this discussion at least once a week, and we never agree.

First, she loves makeup. Actually, she is obsessed with makeup. I took her to the good ole dollar store yesterday and let her pick out 5 things. She was in pure Heaven!

Second, she is constantly playing with her hair. From teasing, to straightening to curling. For her last birthday, I got her a ton of hair clips, her own shampoo and conditioner, and hairspray. She was very happy.

Third, my girl is crazy about You Tube videos. All the how to do make up to how to do braids. Anything and everything that has to do with making yourself beautiful.

Fourth, she wants to go to Beauty School when she graduates. That says it right there, folks! What do you think?

Fifth, she loves being outside, riding her bike but she gets basketball and baseball confused. I mean, come on, one is big and the other one small right!

Now for her tomboy side. She says, and it is true, that she loves mud more then barbie dolls. Give her a puddle and she will make mud. Hand her a doll and she will look at you like you have lost your mind.

She picked out camoflauged shoes when we went shopping not too long ago. At the dollar store she seen camo hair clips and barretts. She was like, “those would totally go with my shoes”.

She used to wear dresses all the time, I guess when she was eight was the last time I seen her in one. Lately I can’t get her to even look at a dress. But she does want the style of shorts that all the young girls are wearing and the pretty little tank tops too.

I have to beg her to put on deodorant. Even telling her she stinks doesn’t seem to bother her, and taking a shower, well that is a whole other story!

So there you have it in a nutshell. It’s definitely a good balance between the two. I’m still going to call her my girly girl whether she likes it or not. And I will let her play in mud and wear camo if she likes.  And pray that one day she will put on deodorant without me telling her too.