E's funny

My boys really want a pet.  I really do not want a pet.  Fortunately, for my children, we happen to have several lizards living in our backyard.  To me, this is the perfect solution.  The boys tend not to agree. 
Mr. M noticed that one lizard was doing what looked like push-ups.  E told him that it was a boy lizard and that it is doing the push-ups to impress the 'Lady Lizards' (said in a high-pitched female voice).

He's a funny.

Little Bits

Last week a friend from A's work gave us free tickets to Disneyland.  We kept the boys out of school for a day and spent it at California Adventure.  We had a great time.  Miss M. stayed awake nearly the entire day, which is super impressive since she's not even 1 year old yet.  The boys had fun, loved the new 'Cars Land', and had a great time going on old favorites.  It was a perfect day to go, the crowd was manageable, and I think the longest line we waited in was about 25 minutes, which for Disneyland is super quick.

We went out to dinner last night to Mimi's Cafe.  Mr. M. was quite impressed, he told us he had never been to such a fancy restaurant. 

I have a long list of deep cleaning to do before the Thanksgiving festivities begin.  There are things that really could be done right now, but I prefer to wait until the last minute so my house is as clean as possible when all the joy starts, rather than doing it now and then having to again right before.

Contemplating what to make for my Christmas goodie plate this year.  I didn't do it last year since Miss M. was brand new, so I'm having a hard time figuring out what I should do, if I should stick with old favorites or try some new ones?  Do I want several kinds or just a few really yummy things? 

So glad it finally feels like Fall here in the South Land.  It was so hot for so long that I was just done with it.  (I know... I can hear my AZ friends all the way from here, I have it pretty nice compared to the weather there.  But come ON people, it was never 90 degrees inside my house when I lived there.) 

Justice

I have been remembering this moment of sweet justice.  I'm not sure why this has been playing itself out in my mind so frequently lately.  Perhaps because I have a Kindergartner right now.

This was back in the day.  None of this homework-doing, sight-word-learning academic type learning.  We are talking REAL world stuff like, your address, how to tie your shoes, how to sit and listen, you know, stuff that will be applicable forever.

I was at the 'listening center' where we sat at a half moon table with 4 other scholars, headphones on listening to a story then colored about what we had heard.  I was very good at listening.  I needed to use the bathroom.  I started to take off my headphones when Kenny (I have not changed his name in hopes of protecting the innocent, he is not deserving) said, "It's not over, stupid!" 

Not wanting to provoke a confrontation I put my head phones back on and continued to listen.  Problem was my bladder was only 5 years old and didn't know that listening center required an extra measure of capacity.  I couldn't maintain the hold. 

I wet my pants.


I sat in my wetness and finished listening center then dutifully shuffled to my next task, preparing for snack.  Mrs. Swanson approached me from behind, put a hand on my back and asked me if I had wet my pants.  Humiliated and scared I admitted the deed and was sent to the nurses office to wear a dry sheet waiting for my mom to bring me a change of clothes.  She brought me a red shirt and purple pants.  I didn't get the snack of graham crackers and orange juice (dipping graham crackers in orange juice is better than one might think).

Oh how I loathed Kenny.  He had brought me to shame.

First grade, Kenny and I did not share a teacher.   No pants wetting, no mismatched clothing, no more being robbed of snack time.  I dodged the bullet that year.

Second grade, justice was served: Kenny was held back to first grade.

I guess wasn't so stupid after all.