Today I went on a fabulous field trip to Aspen Grove with Jake and the other first graders. If I had remembered my camera I would post some pictures. Anyway, I couldn't take Summer so I arranged for her to hang out with her Aunt GG (Gretchen). No big deal, right? She loves Gretchen. She asks me on a daily basis if she can go to her house while I go shopping or something. But this morning she was not feeling it. She screamed and cried that she didn't want to go and that I was being mean. We talked it over for a good 5-10 minutes and she clearly understood, but at the same time did not care. When she started screaming at me I escorted her to her bed and then went out and shut the door so that I wouldn't have to listen to it. She, of course, continued to scream, "I'M NOT GOING!! I'M NOT GOING!!" Now, I had a lot to do this morning. Four lunches to make, four people to get ready, pick up for carpool, and make it to school on time. Every mom knows what I'm talking about. So then Summer got a job. Because at our house if you make more work for Mom (who already has enough of her own) then you get to help with some of it. That's when the anger hit the fan and Summer screamed at me, "YOU ARE NOT MY FAVORITE MOMMY ANYMORE!!!" I was laughing so hard I couldn't do anything. I had clear recollections of Kaleb at a similar age screaming at Gretchen, "I'M NOT GONNA BE YOUR MOMMY ANYMORE!!!" Anyway, eventually she pulled it together. Fax was nice enough to take her to Gretchen's house so I didn't have to repeat all of that at her house, and Jake and I were off on the field trip. Plus, Kaleb is now a fabulous 15 year old, so I'm not too worried about Summer. I just hope I can hold it together that long.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Getting Ready for School
Today I went on a fabulous field trip to Aspen Grove with Jake and the other first graders. If I had remembered my camera I would post some pictures. Anyway, I couldn't take Summer so I arranged for her to hang out with her Aunt GG (Gretchen). No big deal, right? She loves Gretchen. She asks me on a daily basis if she can go to her house while I go shopping or something. But this morning she was not feeling it. She screamed and cried that she didn't want to go and that I was being mean. We talked it over for a good 5-10 minutes and she clearly understood, but at the same time did not care. When she started screaming at me I escorted her to her bed and then went out and shut the door so that I wouldn't have to listen to it. She, of course, continued to scream, "I'M NOT GOING!! I'M NOT GOING!!" Now, I had a lot to do this morning. Four lunches to make, four people to get ready, pick up for carpool, and make it to school on time. Every mom knows what I'm talking about. So then Summer got a job. Because at our house if you make more work for Mom (who already has enough of her own) then you get to help with some of it. That's when the anger hit the fan and Summer screamed at me, "YOU ARE NOT MY FAVORITE MOMMY ANYMORE!!!" I was laughing so hard I couldn't do anything. I had clear recollections of Kaleb at a similar age screaming at Gretchen, "I'M NOT GONNA BE YOUR MOMMY ANYMORE!!!" Anyway, eventually she pulled it together. Fax was nice enough to take her to Gretchen's house so I didn't have to repeat all of that at her house, and Jake and I were off on the field trip. Plus, Kaleb is now a fabulous 15 year old, so I'm not too worried about Summer. I just hope I can hold it together that long.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Memory Lane
I've been sorting through old cds that weren't labeled and I've found some very cute pictures of my kids. So I thought I'd share some of my favorites.
Jake, June 2003.
Kessa and Brook at their ballet recital. May 2003
Jake, June 2003.
Kessa and Brook at their ballet recital. May 2003
Kate, Jake, and Brook enjoying the sunshine. July 2003
Brook and Jake enjoying the first snow of the season.
November 1, 2003
Summer, October 2004.
Brook and Jake enjoying the first snow of the season.November 1, 2003
Summer, October 2004.Well, I hope you enjoyed them. It's sad when kids grow up, but it would also be sad if they never did. At least now I won't be on the bottom of everyone's lists for who has recently blogged.
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