I'm going to become a hermit crab before this is over. Then when it is, I'm going to be a
work-out-aholic.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
I know he'll be cute,
But as Charlie Brown says, Good Grief! I had my baby-is-coming Dr. check-up yesterday, and found out that right now I weigh the most I ever have in my entire life!
I'm going to become a hermit crab before this is over. Then when it is, I'm going to be a
work-out-aholic.
I'm going to become a hermit crab before this is over. Then when it is, I'm going to be a
work-out-aholic.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I need a road rage counsel, aparently,...
Mae is officially in Pre-K even though we have been doing pre-K for a year now. I think pretty soon I'm just going to start her in Kindergarten work, otherwise she's going to get really bored.
Last week we were learning about different kinds of transportation. (When I say we I mean Myself, Mae, Liza, and Ethan.)
We colored these cute cars then put wheels on them that really turn! "Oh cool mom!"
Well just as a suggestion I told Mae she could draw people in the car, (note; Mae's people are the bubble headed type with arms and legs but no other appendages or detail other than facial features.)
I didn't really LOOK at Mae's pictures until it was time to hang it up.
Okay, if you see what I see the person in front does NOT look happy, so I asked my daughter why the driver was sad,
"She's not sad Mommy, she's angry because their having fun in the backseat and she's TRYING TO DRIVE!''
Mae delivered the "trying to drive" part to me in a scarily accurate replica of myself.
Upon hearing that I realized I must be the grumpiest driver in the world, God forgive me, I never let my kids "have fun" in the back seat!
So I felt a little better when the next Sunday, on the way to church Liza started to fuss.
When inquiries where made as to why, all she would say was, "Mommy do it!"
Mae patiently explained to her retarded parents that Liza was upset that whenever Daddy was in the car he never let Mommy drive, and they both wanted me in the driver seat.
I thought that was silly until Daddy laughed and said,"Its because Mommy gets there faster isn't it?!" Both girls one weepy, one giggly, both said, "YES!"
Apparently I need to learn to smile while driving and slow down.
Here is Liza's cute car, just so she isn't left out.
Last week we were learning about different kinds of transportation. (When I say we I mean Myself, Mae, Liza, and Ethan.)
We colored these cute cars then put wheels on them that really turn! "Oh cool mom!"
Well just as a suggestion I told Mae she could draw people in the car, (note; Mae's people are the bubble headed type with arms and legs but no other appendages or detail other than facial features.)
I didn't really LOOK at Mae's pictures until it was time to hang it up.
Okay, if you see what I see the person in front does NOT look happy, so I asked my daughter why the driver was sad,
"She's not sad Mommy, she's angry because their having fun in the backseat and she's TRYING TO DRIVE!''
Mae delivered the "trying to drive" part to me in a scarily accurate replica of myself.
Upon hearing that I realized I must be the grumpiest driver in the world, God forgive me, I never let my kids "have fun" in the back seat!
So I felt a little better when the next Sunday, on the way to church Liza started to fuss.
When inquiries where made as to why, all she would say was, "Mommy do it!"
Mae patiently explained to her retarded parents that Liza was upset that whenever Daddy was in the car he never let Mommy drive, and they both wanted me in the driver seat.
I thought that was silly until Daddy laughed and said,"Its because Mommy gets there faster isn't it?!" Both girls one weepy, one giggly, both said, "YES!"
Apparently I need to learn to smile while driving and slow down.
Here is Liza's cute car, just so she isn't left out.
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