Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sometimes it's hard to get sympathy for a cold when you're a mom. Moms don't have time to get sick. Moms take CARE of sick people. Moms tough it out.
It's times like this when I'd like to be a man.
Watch below and enjoy!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Well, Jonas (whose name I can't even think without going..."My name is Jonas! bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum--you Guitar Hero addicts know what I'm talking about....) seems to have inherited his brother's imagination. And then some.
And he's also my special buddy at school. He'll spend the entire playground time telling me his stories.
One day he regaled me with a unusually detailed description of his future business venture. I think it would make an awesome children's book!
Here it goes:
"Do you know what I'm going to do when I grow up?"
"No. What ARE you going to do when you grow up?"
"I'm going to have an ice cream stand. At Lake Powell."
Me: "Ahhh. What kind of ice cream are you going to sell? Chocolate? Vanilla?"
"It's going to be hard ice cream. On a stick. It's going to be cherry and shaped like a heart."
"That sounds nice!"
"And it's going to have a DINOSAUR PLANETARIUM!"
Me: "Wow! I've heard of space planetariums but never dinosaur planetariums."
"You know what a planetarium is? They have toys that they sell. And I'm going to have one with my ice cream stand."
"And you know what my ice cream stand is going to be in a big tent. That floats. And you can drive the houseboat and I will drive all the other little boats."
Me: "Well, thanks!"
"AND...it will have a WATER PARK!"
"That is SOME fancy ice cream stand you're going to have."
"YEAH! And some of the slides will go like this!" (He proceeds to trace different slides in the playground gravel, with me appropriately ooh-ing and ahhh-ing after each one.)
"And, it's going to have a BIG mountain that you can go down right in the middle." (Which he demonstrates by creating a huge pile of rocks.)
He goes on to tell me about the different slides and things for a while. Then a little girl in my class comes up to help with his growing Ice Cream Stand Mountain.
"Hey!" he tells her. "Do you know what? When I grow up, I'm going to have an Ice Cream Stand!"
And it starts all over again.
I think it would be a terrific children's book...with the pictures getting increasingly elaborate as the story does. I can see it all in my head.
And so, it seems, can Jonas.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Happens to me ALL the time.
Ok. I officially have a teenager.
An adorable, sweet, smart STINKY FIBBING TEENAGER.
And it all has to do with the computer.
First of all, when it comes to computer internet use, I am the Mother From Hell.
NO Myspace. NO Facebook. She has an account on Gaia, which she claims is highly moderated and safe for young 'uns. But I still don't like it.
And I have very specific, tough, mean, socially debilitating rules about computer use.
NO use without permission. Period. I don't care if you're just going to watch the Numa Numa song as danced by Napolean Dynamite. I don't care if you're showing your brothers Poke the Bunny. You do NOT get on the internet unless I say you can...and you certainly don't do it when I'm not home.
(Have I won Computer Nazi of the Year award yet?)
Well, darling daughter has decided that the rules don't apply to her. And she's being sneaky about it. Deleting the computer history. LYING to my face about whether or not she's been on.
And it breaks my heart.
One night after DH and I got home from a date, we saw her peek out of my bedroom window (where the computer is.) When we got into the house, she had run into the living room and was pretending to watch her brothers play Guitar Hero.
Me: Were you on the computer?
Me: We saw you.
Her: Well, I was for a little bit, but I just needed something for my homework.
So I go into my room and check the history. She's been busted before this way and it seems she's learned her lesson. She deleted it.
So, I go to her Gaia account, which she doesn't realize I know the password to. (OK, I admit it. I'm a paranoid parent when it comes to the internet. There are some scary people out there though, and I'm not going to let her get hurt if I can help it.)
And she had sent and answered messages during the time we had been gone.
So I call her into my room again and asked her if she had been on Gaia.
She looks me right into the face and says, "No."
So, I tell her, "I KNOW you've been on Gaia. And you deleted the history."
And she looks me right in the face without blinking and says, "Mom, I PROMISE I wasn't on Gaia."
So I lay all my cards out on the table and show her how I know. And the whole time I'm looking at her and wondering who this stranger is who can sit there and lie to me so convincingly and completely.
Last night DH and I went out to run errands. When we got home, Ike comes up to me and says, "Breanna showed us this thing on the internet..." and goes onto explain about some harmless, silly thing she showed them. I'm annoyed that she was on the computer, but wasn't going to say anything about it, until he says, "And then she started deleting stuff."
Not only was she on the computer, but she KNEW she wasn't supposed to be, AND she covered her tracks IN FRONT of her brothers. This upsets me more than anything.
I call her in again and say, "You were on the computer again."
Her: I only wanted to show them "Poke the Bunny."
Me: "You're not supposed to be on the computer without permission."
Her: "I know. I'm sorry."
Me: "You deleted the history."
Her: "No I didn't."
Me: "YES you did."
Her: "NO, I didn't.
Me: "YES YOU DID."
Her: "What makes you say that?"
Me: "I was told you did."
Silence. Her: "Fine."
What does a mom do? I know she's at the age where she needs more freedom, but she's also at the age where she doesn't fully appreciate the repercussions from her actions.
Thinking back on it, I don't think she was trying to hide "Poke the Bunny" but was probably on the computer before she called her brothers in to see it. I think she was probably trying to hide what she did before that. (I think this because when I asked her about the internet, she said, "I only went to "Poke the Bunny." Check the history." Which means that what she deleted was something else.
Hubby thinks I should change the password on the computer so she can't even get in. I don't know if that's overreacting or if it's my only option, now that she's decided not only to lie but to cover her tracks.
And....am I being unreasonable? Should I allow her more access? (Though, most peopel who deal with computer predators say never to have your child on the internet unattended. And, as I found out before I changed some settings, a simple google search for "animals" can bring up a WHOLE bunch of unpleasantness.)
It's like the boy who cried wolf. He lied so many times that no one believed him when he told the truth. She can lie straight to my face and I won't know. How can I trust her as she gets closer to the age where we allow her to date and drive?
If there's a manual that comes with this whole parenting thing, mine got lost in the mail.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
2. Things are starting to move for the CX DT. Paper work is being filled out, details are being explained and we're getting to know each other. It's exciting to get started!
3. I'm watching this crazy game show called "Hole in the Wall." Basically, there's a big foam wall with holes cut in it in varies shapes, including people shapes. The wall moves towards you and you have to fit your body through the shape without breaking the wall or being pushed into a pool of water. My kids think it looks like fun. I think that unless they have a big 'ol BALL sized hole, I wouldn't have a prayer.
4. While I was flipping channels during the commercial, I happened on an awards show where Dennis Leary was wearing a J-Lo, cleavage-to-the-belly-button gold lame dress. That's one image I won't be able to scrub from my mind.....
* If I'm around someone with a strong accent, I have to CONCENTRATE not to start sounding like them. Sometimes if I'm not careful, it starts to slip in a little and then the person probably thinks I'm making fun of them.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
The next day, Reed and I surprised Isaac at school by bringing donuts for his class and a birthday balloon.
So we headed off to Petsmart. The thing that frustrates me about Petsmart is that I don't think the people really know what they're talking about. I did some online research about gerbils, and one of the things the American Gerbil Society says is to NOT get them a wire cage. They will spend all their time chewing on the bars and rubbing their little noses raw.
When we get up there, everyone's hungry, so Isaac chooses Pei Wei for his birthday lunch. I get a fortune that tells me my judgement is flawed, and Reed gets one telling him that his finances are in trouble. Suddenly we're wishing Isaac had wanted McDonalds and a Transformer for his birthday.
Happy Birthday Isaac! We love you!
In other news, Sadie started Kindergarten today. I held it together, but just barely. My little bug was so excited to get there, that when we were waiting in line to have her get unloaded from the car, she kept saying, "Why aren't the cars MOVING????"
Yep. There's been a lot of growing up at my house this week.