Sunday, July 27, 2008

Hannah Montana Concert

Night of the Hannah Montana Concert at our Home

Act 1 Scene 1

6:30 pm.
Mother downstairs cleaning

Pony Girl enters room (using whinny voice and panicked look of desperation): "Mom, the Hannah Montana movie is about to start. We need our glasses NOW!"

Mother: "Okay sweetheart, I will come get them in a second."

Pony Girl: "We do not have a second. We need them NOW!"

Mother (as she exits room): "Okay, okay."

End Scene

Act 1 Scene 2

7:15 pm

Mother enters room dancing and singing song on TV and finds Pony Girl laying on couch with 3d glasses on and Sweetums sitting in chair with 3d glasses on. Both have "blank stare off into space" look on faces.

Mother (still dancing like jiving fool she is): "How's the concert?"

Sweetums: "Do we have to watch this?"

Mother (With quizzical look on face): "Ummmmmm, no."

Pony Girl: "This is a dumb movie--all it is is singing."

Mother (stifling laugh): "Honey it is a movie of a concert. A concert IS music. It is where an artist gets on stage and sings all their songs and the audience dances, sings along, and screams."

Pony Girl: stares blankly at mother

Sweetums stares blankly at mother

Mother shaking head, exits room.


A brief intermission of 10 minutes

Act 2 Scene 1

Mothers enters room (jiving of course) and finds both Kids dancing, singing and jiving to the beat. She smiles and leaves room.

End scene

Act 2 Scene 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...............................

Mother, Father and Boy enter room sporadically throughout rest of evening.

Pony Girl with remote in hand rewinding and stopping then rewinding and stopping show.
Pony Girl and Sweetums dancing, jiving, and singing along.

Friday, July 25, 2008

It's another ~ Mother of the Year ~ day

It's another ~ Mother of the Year ~ day here at our home. It all started years ago when Pony Girl started swim lessons. She was 3 and petrified of the water. PETRIFIED! She did not want to get in and we ended up just trying again the next year---and the next and the next...until this year. She is 8 (almost 9) and suddenly she is a fish. I knew all along she would love it and she does -- it is hard to get her out of the water. Her swim instructor ask her to consider swim team next year--talk about a turn around. However, she is in level 2 of lessons (with Sweetums,) because she would not go off that silly diving board and pass on to level 3. So this year, as we started lessons at a new pool, I got it in my head that being with a group of 5 year olds and being almost 9 was over. I would not have a 10 year old in level 2 and a 6 year old in level 3. Good goal right? Man I surprise myself with my stupidity sometimes! Who cares what level a kid is in as long as they are learning to swim and having fun?!? Anyway, I knew Sweetums was going to pass and move on to level 3 and wanted to make sure Pony Girl did as well. So, I watched and encouraged as the diving board was introduced and all the other kids jumped off and jumped off and jumped off. Pony Girl would get up there and then turn around. Once I slowly lifted her down and she was fine with that, but refused to go off still. So, today, the day of the test, the day of the final chance to move on to level 3, she would not get up on the board. So gently I get her out of the pool and take her up to the board (I must add that she is yelling , "NO MOM! NO MOM! I CANT the entire way) I am telling her softly, "You are brave and you can do this. You are an amazing swimmer and will be just fine." We get to the end of the board and swoosh, I push her. Can you believe I did this? Me either. Looking back I am mortified....but, it gets better. I did it 3 times. YEP. The last time she was holding on to me so tight and I was talking in her ear and said, "Let go of me." She did and slipped into the pool all by herself. Yes, she did it! More reluctantly than anything and has vowed NEVER to go off again, and may never forgive me. I am not surprised. Would any of you---don't answer that question. So I am sopping wet (white shirt and all) and look like the meanest, most horrid mother in the world...BUT...I think---she did it, she passed level 2 and will move on. It was worth it. All the mom's staring at me, the instructor probably hating me and my nice wet shirt. SHE DID IT! So we go to get the pass/stay cards----there is no diving board on there---it is nowhere. It is not a prerequisite for this pool. I stare at it silently and think...,"WHAT?" Now when she never trusts me again, I got nothing, NOTHING for it but a wet t-shirt. And if you must know, on me, that is not even a glorious thing.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Big Boy

We were swimming today with our friends. There were two 8 year old girls, one 5 year old girl, a boy 11, two girls age 4, and two 2 year old kids (one a girl, and one -Little Man) (phew, that is a lot of kids and a lot of ages:)

Anyway, the 4 year old girls, Little Man, and the 11 year old were all playing together in the kiddie pool.

The 11 year old left to go to the big pool, and one of the 4 year old girls said, "Hey, where is that big boy?"

Little Man pointed to his little 2 year old tummy and said, "I right here."

Sunday, July 20, 2008


SHOUT HURRAY with me! We have lived in our house for 3 years now and have FINALLY finished a couple of things:
1) the downstairs bathroom, it is sooo beautiful and I love it. It will be a pain to clean 4 bathrooms, but the benefits will be worth it!
2) the driveway was paved yesterday. We have a very long drive and it has been full of dirt and rocks for the entire duration of our lives here--which means our house was full of rocks and dirt as well. Now the kids will be able to ride bikes, play with the play car, skate, do chalk, and bounce balls. I am sooooooooooo excited!

Now if we could just finish the basement, decorating the family room and get some lawn, we'd be set ~ bring on another 3 years I suppose!

Monday, July 14, 2008

Yes, I have been tagged. I hate these things, however, I'll do it. Six Random Things about Me…
1. I used to teach parenting classes to teen mothers and at elementary school forums, and LOVED it.
2. I love the show "Dead Zone"
3.I miss my family desperately and think of them every morning with a full heart.
4. One of my favorite books is Poisonwood Bible. It was life changing for me.
5. When my youngest starts school, I want to get a job in the school system.
6. I want new couches. A brown leather one with a matching chair for the upstairs family room and a denim one for the basement.
Now comes the hard part. I always refuse when I receive those “chain” e-mails asking for recipes, dish towels, children’s books, etc. So I feel a little funny tagging people when I’m usually the party pooper. But I’d love to know random stuff about Marci, the Taylors, Holly, Robyn, Robi and Dustha, if you’re game! Of course there are several others about whom I would love to hear random things, but fortunately for you I cannot guarantee you would get on blogger within the next year:)

Sunday, July 13, 2008


My older daughters have been staying with their grandparents for the last three days. So I got a serious laugh when we got in the car to go to church today and Little Man ask for Hannah. I put on some primary music thinking he just wanted some songs. He said, "NO! HANNAH MONTANA." So, curious, I put her on. He began singing along, and told me to "turn it up in the back."

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Locked out Again!

Okay Okay---I know that I do this often, but I swear, this time was NOT my fault! See, last night we had a major storm. The kids and I went around gathering all the toys and lawn paraphernalia we have and came in SOAKING wet, Sweetums was furious with me for making her get this way...but alas, I, mother of the year here, did not care. Anyway, when it was all said and done, we lost the lid to the sand box, a few pool toys and our power. Now keep in mind that all our neighbors had power and were singing and dancing in lighted joints. Not us, we were drying off, picking up toys, and bathing...FAST! All the stuff we needed light to do, we did in 10 seconds flat (including our reading for 20 minutes:0 I know we are amazing!!) So as soon as it got dark, I just sent the kids to bed. Now, this was about 8:45 give or take as the power was out and I did not know what time it was. I grabbed a flashlight and headed downstairs. I had a loaf of bread that had been rising and a load of laundry that was sitting patiently in the dryer and dishes needed a good bath, and last but not least, a sump pump that needed to do it's job--quickly. The bread was now overflowing the pan, the laundry was still sitting, the dishes were fine, so I grabbed a bowl to start my own sump pump duties if necessary (GROSSSSSS). Mr. KIR came home about this time to start the generator for the sump pump duty (PHEW!) I ran outside to help him and the kids came down to see. I sent them upstairs. They came down again. I sent them upstairs. They came down again and I sent them upstairs---do you see the pattern? so, Mr. KIR gets the generator running, we hook up the sump pump and he heads back to his fire house meeting. I head back insi...hmmm, the door is locked. WHAT? we Never lock the garage door (yes all you burglars out there our garage door is usually unlocked) However, this time....3 minutes after the kids have just been told to go back upstairs for the 8 billionth time, the door is locked. I go around to the front and ring, ring, ring , ring, ring, the doorbell. NOBODY comes. "WHAT?" I think---my kids were down here 3 minutes ago and they choose NOW to fall asleep? Yes sirree. It was raining, dark and I had no phone to call. My neighbors--you know, the ones who were dancing and singing in the light of power, let me use theirs. 30 minutes later, Mr. KIR came home and unlocked the door. Thank goodness it was not sooner because I had time to clean the garage and feed a few HUNDRED mosquitoes. I mean it was just what I had planned on doing in the rain with a LOUD generator helping me go deaf last night!

Sunday, July 6, 2008


My girlfriends and I went to get pedicures--a regular girls day/night out tradition. Ashley usually picks the place since we are in her neck of the woods. But once, we were here at my place. I called a place in the phone book, set up appointments and we went. We could not find it with just the address. We came home, called them and the conversation went something like this:

Me: "Hi, we were coming to get pedicures, and could not find you. Can you tell me where you are located?"

Person with Vietnamese accent: "810 Varce drive."

Me: "Yes, I know the address, I was wondering if you could tell us about where that is?"

Person with Vietnamese accent: "810 Varce Drive."

Me: "Okay, ummm, is there a sign out front?"

Person with Vietnamese accent: "810 Varce drive."

Me: "Yes, I know the address, I just need a marker or something else to help me find you."

Person with Vietnamese accent: "810 Varce drive."

Me: "Okay, what are you located close to?"

Person with Vietnamese accent: "Okay, you go away now okay, bye." CLICK.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

A boy and his underwear

As I was cleaning the 1/2 bath in our house, Little Man came to me and said, "Mom, I gonna go put on my undies okay." I thought, "HMMMM, my un-potty trained 2 year old wants his underwear on....good thing or bad? But I was up to my elbows in toilet water (not literally you silly's) and the goal was to simply get him out of the bathroom before he wanted to "help". So I said, "Okay, you go get on your undies."

He came back downstairs a few minutes later with a pair of Mr. KIR's underwear on---two little legs in one hole, and a big smile on his face. "Look mom, I got my undies on."

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Simple Things

As I sit and ponder how to say this, I am still laughing to myself at how simple things in life tell BIG stories. First off, my friend Charyce came back (crazy, I know, right)! But, this time, I did buy groceries and told her to please feel free to use the master bath shower. I know it is a FAR cry from the advice of the guest guru on Oprah, but steps.

Now, I think I am an okay mom, my kids are usually clean, fed and well mannered. I sign them up for baseball, dance, piano---etc. They do chores and play nicely together...however, it has been brought to my attention through one of those "simple" things mothering is a far cry from what I think. Let's just go on with the story, shall we?!

As I said, I bought groceries for our company and actually had an idea of what would be a meal before it was time to eat. So, I got out some chicken and the crock pot and started to make a meal for dinner.

Sweetums looks at the chicken and crock pot and says, "What is that?"

"I say, a crock pot, and some chicken. You've had this before?!?"

She says, "I don't think so."

I start to chuckle and then stop dead...trying to remember the last time I cooked with real, well, anything.

Hmmm," I think, "Do I really use canned and processed foods that much?"

As Pony Girl would say..."Apparently so!"

I guess baby steps need to be taken elsewhere in my life as well!