"It's Not Like I Called You A..." (Dec 1, 2008)

 

We all have our choice words or phrase for someone who has angered us. Whether it be "You nasty old fart", or maybe "You stupid &^%#$@ *&@^#&*%$!!". Well, My kids have found the MOST insulting term to swing at one another. It creates high blood pressure, temper tantrums, and full out hysterics. You should see how it affects the kids, too.

Are you ready? Are you prepared for the nastiest comeback in my household, used by a seven and three year old? Towards each other?
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Poo Poo Head

My children share a room. They don't have to. I live in a 3 bedroom house. They want to share a room. With each other. Weird.

Anyhoo, this is a scene from last night.

Me - (after tucking them in, kisses & hugs and all that other mommy stuff) "Goodnight Kenzie. Love you. Goodnight Braden. Love you. Sweet dreams you guys"

Kids - In freaky like Brady Bunch unison - "Night night Mommy. Love you too.

I smiled and walked into the living room. I settle down to fit my butt into the perfect little butt grooves my arse has already worn into my chair.

Ahhh. Kids in bed. Downstairs neighbours are quiet. Perhaps I'll do some blog hopping.

Something Someone breaks the silence.

Kenzie - Mommy. (pause) Mommy! MOMMY! Braden called me a POO POO HEAD!
(repeat this 3 times, as I try desperately to ignore it. (Hey! I was comfy!)

Braden - Nuh UH! She called ME POO POO HEAD FIRST! (pause) MOMMY! MOOOMMMMYYYYY!

Me Goodnight!! I love you!!

Kenzie - Mommy. (pause) Mommy! MOMMY! Braden called me a POO POO HEAD! A POO POO HEAD! Braden, I'm MEAN AT YOU NOW! Mooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!

Braden - Be quiet Mackenzie! You're giving me a headache! MOM-MEE!

Me - (Still calling from the living room) GOOD. NIGHT. I love you. Go to sleep. The both of you. NOW.

They continue to talk, argue actually, but they are both on their beds, and not involving me. And they aren't yelling anymore. They were trying to justify why they called each other a poo poo head. It began to get a little loud after a while. I got up and was just outside their bedroom door when I heard Braden say to his little sister in a really snotty tone, "It's not like I called you a pee pee head, you know!

In a fraction of a second I envisioned things getting really nasty. Perhaps a repeat of tattling? Yelling from the bedroom? My head exploding?

Nope.

What happened next was stunned silence. Mackenzie contemplated for a moment and said quite innocently, "A Pee Pee Head?" Then broke into a belly splitting laughter. She laughed so hard *I* started laughing. I had to run back into the living room so they didn't hear me.

If they heard me laughing at "pee pee head", I am in SO much trouble.

Tomorrow's lesson - It's not OK to call people names. Especially pee pee head, because it might make Mommy laugh.

Concocted by Lana@The Kids Did WHAT?! at approximately 6:21 AM 8 reflections

29. Or 30. Or Maybe 65 (Nov 29, 2008)

When someone tells me they are 30, I don't ever think of them being old. It's My Birthday today But when it comes to ME being 30, I feel decrepit. I feel depressed about it. I know it's just a number. I know I'm not the first woman to turn 30. I'm the "big 3-0" today I know I'm only as old as I feel blah blah blah.

A teenager at the place I work at said to me a while ago when she found out I was almost 30, "Whoa! You don't look that old!" Burn! I know it was a compliment, but it could have been said with a wee touch more couth.

I have decided I am going to be one of "those" women. Happy Birthday to me I am going to be 29 again. I can recycle a number, can't I? I mean, after all, it is just a number, right? 29 wasn't necessarily one of my most memorable years, but it sounds so much better than me being thirty! I don't care how old I am, I still want a cake dang it. But it better only have 29 candles

I think one of the reasons it's bothering me so much, is my boyfriend is only 26. Well, he will be in 2 days. So not fair! he thinks it's funny how I say I'll stay 29 for one more year. His response? "Yeah. And I wanna stay 25 for another year." Jackass.
I better be getting something good for this birthday, with the said birthday being today
Maybe I'll feel better about turning 30 when I let myself turn 31.

Maybe.

Or maybe I'll feel better about it tomorrow.

OR I could just lie until it's painfully obvious that 29 has been overly recycled. I figure (I hope!!) that will be when I'm 40. Then I'll lie and say I'm 39. How sweet would that be? By-pass 30-38 all together? Oh yeah! But When I turn the ripe old age where I'm classified as a senior, I'll be all over that one. Seniors get kick ass deals on things! Who would want to miss out on that?! Okay. 30 isn't sounding too too bad now... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! Oh. I mean, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! :)

I didn't even get to sleep in today. Booooooooooo!!!!

Concocted by Lana@The Kids Did WHAT?! at approximately 6:13 AM 9 reflections

Random (Nov 28, 2008)

Six random things.

1 ~ If I eat honey, I get a severe stomach ache. This only started about 5 years ago.

2 ~ I think toes (for females) look very odd without nail polish. I have polish on, but it is very neglected. Chipping like crazy! I'm better off right now taking it off and risk having odd looking colourless toes!

3 ~ I like to scare my cat. I love her to pieces, but I can't help myself. The way she leaps into the air with a back flip and a "Oh-my-God-I'm-going-to-die" look on her face sends me into hysterics. OH! Maybe THAT'S why she's trying to kill me!!

4 ~ The stretch marks I got from my pregnancy with my son don't bother me one iota. (I didn't get any with my second pregnancy) The hangy pooch of excess skin/fat/baby mush belly that will never go away even after I lose more weight and exercise like crazy? THAT bugs me.

5 ~ It's my birthday tomorrow I think I will be okay with turning 30, since I discovered something else that I don't want. Ever. Grey hair. Don't have any...yet. *KNOCK ON WOOD!!!*

6 ~ My hair is very long, but most people wouldn't know it. I wear it up 99% of the time. But I won't cut it. Just a trim, maybe once a year. I'm too chicken!!

Thursday Thirteen #7 - Crashident. X2 (Nov 27, 2008)

First off, I would like to say Happy Thanksgiving to all of my American friends! In case you didn't know, in Canada we celebrate Thanksgiving the second Monday in October. I am preparing myself for insane amounts of jealousy, and will be arming myself with a bib. To catch the drool as I look at your photo's and read about your turkey dinners over the next few days! I may have already had my turkey dinner, but it doesn't mean I'm not ready for more!!

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Thirteen Reasons WHY TUESDAY WAS A BITTERSWEET DAY

1. I rear ended someone.

2. No one was hurt.

3. No damage to EITHER car. On the outside... (My car is a red 1996 Mercury Sable. The car I hit? A blue 1996 Mercury Sable!!)

4. My car wouldn't start after. Hello Mechanic.

5. My mother was able to pick my son and I up.

6. She lectured me...Because she couldn't find her crock pot insert and lid that I borrowed. At Easter. (Um, Mom? I know. Sorry. Get that back to you ASAP. Promise. But the timing was kinda crappy to bring up that sort of thing. you couldn't wait another hour till I calmed down???)

7. Mom let me borrow her car to meet the tow truck driver at my broken car. (THANKS MOM! OK. I forgive the crock pot/timing issue)

8. *I* get REAR ENDED on the WAY TO MY BROKEN CAR. You know, The one that is BROKEN because *I* REAR ENDED someone. (Can we say IRONY, boys and girls???)

9. A teeny tiny iddy biddy scratch on mom's car. That's it. PHEW.

10. The first guy, the one I hit? He said no matter the damage, he wasn't going to claim it. He was SUPER nice. He said his car wouldn't be "worth fixing up, as it is just a beater car."

11. Unintentional slam, I'm sure, but go back up and read what's in parenthesis in number 3. Dude. Your "beater car" is MY only car!! But thank you for being so helpful and kind with everything else!!

12. Braden asked me about 3 micro seconds after impact "Why did you do that Mommy?! Why did you hit that car?", in an admonishing tone. I told him (In a not so nice voice), "Because mommy likes to live on the edge, Braden. I figured you might have some questions about accidents, and I wanted to show you what it was like. ALRIGHT?!" Thankfully my son understands the "tone" and knows there was no "reason" that mommy can't drive, other than the fact that, well, apparently Mommy can't drive.

13. No one was hurt. And my mom rocks. Even when she's more concerned about her crock pot than the mental state of her daughter. (Heh heh...Hi Mom! cough cough...Love you!)

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It's All In The Mouth (November 25, 2008)

Braden brought home his first report card (for grade two) on Friday. What a difference from grade one. He is still behind in reading, but the fact that he IS reading is awesome. I attribute that 100% on his amazing teacher. Sure, we read at home, but I just don't have the "proper" techniques that Braden needed to gain confidence and actually try. Braden, for some reason, has always had the mindset of "If I can't get it NOW or do it correctly NOW, then I just won't do it." That SUCKS!!! It makes me want to rip my hair out! So the fact that he is reading and writing little stories is awesome. He is doing awesome in math and science. I still haven't heard from his speech therapist, who said she was going to call me 2 weeks ago. He sees her once a week at school. If I don't hear from her by the end of this week, I'm gonna have to hunt her down. I need to know what they are doing with him, and what I can do at home to help him "sort out his thoughts".
But his schooling! Incredible! I am so proud of him. I'm happy too! Most importantly, Braden is proud of himself and is really happy too.


Braden continues to be my little helper. He loves to help. He loves to feel important and special. What kid doesn't? But Braden, ... I can't describe it. The garbage needs to go out? He's your man. The floors need to be vacuumed? Call on the Braden-ater! Anything. He needs and wants to be there.

He helped me bake shortbread cookies on Sunday and had a blast. So did I. You see, I can't stand it when kids are in the kitchen with me. Any kids. I like things MY way. I hate hate hate it. I worry they'll get hurt. I worry they'll move something and I won't be able to find it. I worry they will just plain old be in my way, and things won't get done in the time frame I want them done in. Silly I know. But true. He was very impressed with himself, and he did a great job.

Thanks for all your help buddy! When does Mommy love you? That's right baby, ALL THE TIME.

I love when he falls asleep in the car. At home, I don't make it a habit to watch him fall asleep. But I get a fit of the giggles every time I glance in the rear view mirror and watch "The mouth story".

You see, I can tell when Braden is faking sleep. He doesn't sleep with his mouth closed. Ever. So when he's faking, his mouth is closed. When he's out? It's a gaping hole in his head. It's so much funnier in the car since gravity helps pull his mouth open even more, being in a sitting position. (The really weird thing? With his mouth wide open as he sleeps, he still breathes through his nose. Weird, eh?)

Let me illustrate, shall I?

Going...


Going...


GONE!!


Sweet dreams my little man!

Concocted by Lana@The Kids Did WHAT?! at approximately 6:16 AM 3 reflections

B-Day Party Pics (November 23, 2008)

As promised. I know you've all been dying to see pictures of a 3 year olds b-day party, whom 99.999% of you have never met. Wait no longer my friends. :P

Mackenzie wanted to wear her fairy princess Halloween costume for her third b-day party. How appropriate. :)
I know I've been posting about Kenzie a lot lately. Braden posts coming soon!

Here's a few of my favourites from yesterday

Mackenzie & Daddy

The cake she picked out

Mommy cheesing it up for the camera

Cake time!

Show me how old you are now, Baby!

Her new baby from Papa


Intently "reading" the card from Great Grandma & Grandpa