Too Comfortable at School??

I'm thinking my child has become too comfortable at school.

After all, the teachers are mommy's friends. Many hours are spent roaming the halls, visiting, getting updates from others, and hanging out.

Today I learned something new which told me a certain little girl definitely feels comfortable in her surroundings.

Evidently, her teacher asked her to hush several times. Shocking. Or maybe she was told to put away her mechanical pencil one too many times. I have forgotten now but neither one is surprising.

In any case, after a funny comment from her teacher, the child in question stuck her tongue out at the aforementioned grown up.

Uh oh.

She quickly realized the error in her ways, covered her mouth in shock, and didn't say a word.

A few minutes later, the child got up and gave her teacher a big hug.

This reminded me of an episode just a few short years ago.

The principal was visiting the classroom. My child, yes my child, chose this time to say.....

"Can you please leave? You are too loud and I can't concentrate on my work."

Yep, too comfortable.

And it's only going to get worse.

I'm scared.

The fourth and fifth grade teachers at my school should be too.....

My Hair

I think my hair is trying to trick me.

I baby it with soft brushing (kinda sorta).

I make it look young over and over again (very frequently).

I always use conditioner to keep the smoothness (but to no avail).

True, I don't keep up with haircuts but....that's no reason to turn on me.

You see, my hair has convinced the rest of my body that I'm old.

No matter how often I adjust the color, the oldness still shines through.

With gray.

And with increased frequency.

Toss in the creaky knees, the tired legs, the multiple blue veins, sore hips, plus a host of other ailments, and I blame my hair.

After all, if my hair were cooperative, this may not be the case.

If my hair was always a nice shade of brown without a tinge of gray, the rest of my body would work just fine.

Right?

(go with me)

I guess my next step is to invent a hair color that works forever AND cures all other ailments.

No problem.

I'm on it.

Seriously?

Those of you who have been around a while know my family. So you won't be surprised by these comments......

I came downstairs today dressed for church.......
Anna Grace: Where are you going?
Me: Church.
Anna Grace: I don't want you to go.
Me: Why? Because I make you behave?
Anna Grace: Yep.
(side note: daddy makes her behave too but mommy is stricter)
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Abby: Mom, sometimes we use our fingers to eat. Sometimes we use our forks.
Me: What a profound statement.
Abby: Huh?
(Alex just chuckled)
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Went to our neighborhood pool today....
If you've ever asked your child to spray your tattoos with sunscreen, you might be a redneck....
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Questioned Alex on what he and his friend did all afternoon....
Alex: We tried to build a fort but didn't have enough money for wood.
Me: Where were you going to build this?
Alex: On the (public) nature trail.
Awesome.
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Dave wondered while watching "Blue Collar": Has anyone ever gotten married and said,.... "Git 'r done" for their vows?
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Abby: How old were you when you got Katie?
Mom: I HAD Katie when I was 24.
Abby: (long pause, CPU light flashing)
Mom: She was in my tummy, remember?
Abby: (long pause, CPU light flashing)
Mom: I'll tell you later when daddy is not here.
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When cucumbers were put on Anna Grace's salad, she said.
"I only like cucumbers when they are on my eyes at a spa."
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Katie spent the week wrapped up in Rush activities for new recruits. I spoke to her Saturday for the first time in a while. I mentioned the hurricane that was heading north via all our family on the east coast. Her comment?

"There's a hurricane coming?"
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Yep. This is my family.

I am so proud.

(Seriously though, they are a lot of fun and bring many chuckles....)

Opposite Week

Have you experienced Opposite Day before? You know the kind of day that someone does the exact opposite of what you ask?

Well, I’ve had a very long Opposite Week.

Yep, a week. And still going strong.

“Please walk” means to run.

“Read quietly” means to sing as loudly as possible.

“Please don’t touch” means touch everything around.

“Chew with your mouth closed” means open wide.

Do you get the picture?

It’s been a Very. Very. Very. Long. Week.

What made me thing going to church would be okay?

The Opposite Child was just as contrary during Mass.

“Kneel” means stand up.

“Stand” means sit.

“Don’t touch your sister” means do anything you can to touch.

“Put down the paper” means shake it loudly for everyone to hear.

Sigh.

At one point, I had her locked between my knees to make her stand up.

Yep, I did.

The elderly couple behind us said, “Boy, she sure ate her Wheaties today, didn’t she?”

Yep. Everyday.

As Mass neared the end, Father Dan asked all the parents to stand for a special blessing. He prayed for strength and patience.

I started giggling. Seriously.

After all, my strength and patience were completely shot.

During the prayer, the Opposite Child sat and goofed around.

But I guess she was listening because just as the prayer ended and before the congregation responded, we heard…….

A loud “Amen” from the aforementioned child.

Guess she knows I need all the help I can get, huh?

Ring a Ding Ding

As I blew the dust off the blog, I realized it's been almost a month since I last posted. Whoops.

Anna Grace started third grade and Abby started first grade....and I didn't blog about it.

Alex started his senior year with being tossed into an Interior Design class.....and I didn't blog about it.

Katie moved to a new apartment for her junior year....and I didn't blog about it.

Oh well.

Just use your imagination.....

There, that saved me several posts! Thanks!

Onward and upward.....

Abby, my little word mixer upper, came home with a story last night.

When questioned about friends she sat by at lunch, Abby said, "Conner and Ding."

I looked at her quite puzzled and said, "Ding? Is that his name?"

She said, "Yes".

Hmmm, what an unusual name. This needed further clarification.

"Abby, you mean like ring a ding ding? That kind of ding?"

"No, mom. We don't call him ring a ding ding. It's just Ding." (complete with an exasperated sigh)

Poor child, I thought. I can just hear young boys teasing him.

"Abby, are you sure that is his name?"

"Yes (with another big sigh). That is his name."

Today, I did some checking at school and searched Abby's class list for the aforementioned friend named Ding.

Guess what? Ding is not in her class.....

But Dean is.

Whew.

I just hope she has not been calling him Ding for the past two weeks.....