The Kids

The Kids

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The icing on the cake...

How do you complete a day of Chuck E. Cheese and Bass Pro Shop? Making homemade playdough of course...

P.S. Playdough is not fun to make.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The gifted girl...

I need to share a little bit of back story in order to set this up... back in August Ethan had his kindergarten screening at his elementary school. They took three kids back at a time and I had the pleasure of waiting with a mom who enjoyed 'sharing'. By the time her daughter was done (15 minutes), I knew that she had been in preschool five days a week and attended gymnastics three times a week for two hours at a time... she also had just turned six among other things.

When the teacher brought her daughter out, she told the mom that the child had done a great job... it was at this time that the mom let the teacher know that her child was 'gifted'. She wanted to know when they started the 'gifted' program and that her daughter should be reading in the next two months... the teacher was most gracious and explained that programs like that don't start until second grade in order to weed out those that were 'exposed' from those that are truly 'gifted'. The mom continued (of course) about our 'gifted' her daughter was... I had heard of these mom's, but had never seen one in person before...

Fast forward to today... I was picking Ethan up from school and noticed that the mom that belonged to the 'gifted girl' was standing behind me in the car rider line along with her three year old daughter. Once we got into the cafeteria, Ethan ran over to me and waited with Sean and I. As soon as the mom got into the cafeteria, her three year old ran over to the 'gifted' girl and they both flopped onto the cafeteria floor... the poor girl was on her back with her legs in the air and her skirt up with her tights and underwear showing... it was at that time that I realized that the 'gifted' girl is really just a kindergartener with a really overbearing mom!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Why are boys so... gross?

I find it amazing how little boys behave one way in front of their daddy and as soon as daddy is on night shifts or goes out of town all heck breaks loose... it's like a fraternity hazing only little boy style and I'm stuck in the middle of it!

For instance, just before bath time the boys strip down to nothing and then run around the house like crazy monkeys! It's bad enough they are just running around the house naked, but the front door is open and they have to make it known to me that they are enjoying their freedom! They don't do this when Daddy is around...

Early today, I was helping Sean by wiping his business of his behind... he wasn't quite done so I had a seat on their stepstool. I happened to glance over towards the shower curtain and noticed a stripe that didn't belong... hmmm...

"Sean, what is that brown stripe on the shower curtain?"

"Oh, that. That's boy poop. Ethan did it." He was so matter-of-fact.

Boy poop?!? I never realized that feces was split into gender categories... but apparently it is. Anyway, no more boy poop on my shower curtain!


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Ms. Who?

I spent the day making up for yesterday... that means that the boys played with the girls next door all afternoon! They all had fun and that is absolutely what mattered today...

They were in the front yard throwing the ball around when Sean needed something from me. I heard him holler over, "Ms. Tania..."

Really?!? Sean?

Saturday, September 19, 2009

I'm whooped!

Today was one of those parenting days where you have to choose to be a responsible parent and discipline or be lazy and let them run around like little hoodlums... the second choice would require less work now but more clean up later... for instance, when some girl down the street gets knocked up because I didn't discipline my kids when they were younger!

Needless to say, I chose to discipline and I feel that all I did was utter some derivative of 'no' all day long. I'm whooped! I hope that tomorrow is a better day!

Friday, September 18, 2009


We were on our way back from picking up Ethan from school... the boys were in the back seat arguing about something. Ethan was irritated with Sean because Sean was just saying things to annoy him. I explained to Ethan that Sean was trying to upset him... I said that "Sean is just trying to 'get your goat'."

"What?" They didn't understand.

I explained that he was trying to annoy Ethan... he was trying to 'get your goat'.

Sean started laughing and looked at Ethan and said, "Mommy said your a goat!"

I think I want to reconsider the introduction of that saying!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The many things that I regret...

There are many things that I do and say as a parent that I (perhaps only momentarily) regret. For instance, when I was riding with my friend Michelle and her girls to the Baltimore Aquarium... we were headed through the tunnel that goes under whatever river is up there... I thought it would be really neat to explain to her girls (around 3 and 5 years of age) that we were going UNDER the water... apparently I didn't think their reactions were correct so I went on to tell them that if the tunnel had a hole in it it would fill with water... Like I said, there are many things that I have said to kids (even before I was a parent) that I do regret...

Anyway, I had one of those moments today. Sean had called me into the bathroom to wipe his butt... I (and this is where I should have shut my mouth) mentioned that he had a lot of poop in his little butt. He countered with, "I don't have a little butt I have a big butt."

It could have stopped there... but as parents know, there isn't a lot of times where you actually pee alone. That said, I decided to actually take advantage of being in the bathroom already and pee (I had to go for at least an hour)... well, Sean heard me and ran into the bathroom and said, "Mommy, your BIG butt had a lot of pee in it!"

This would be an example of one of the many times that I just shouldn't say anything or it will come back to bite me in my BIG butt!

Monday, September 14, 2009

There's no easy way...

We were piled into the truck and headed off to school this morning when we passed our favorite firetruck that had responded to an accident on our road. There was an ambulance and police officer on scene too. Two cars had smashed into each other...

I'm not sure how the subject switched... maybe it was the discussion about the 'crash' that triggered Ethan's memory, but he said that a plane crashed into a really tall building. I assumed that his teacher had mentioned 9/11 to the class on Friday... I asked him if he had heard about that at school. He said yes. I think these moments are defining as a parent... in a split second you can make or break a 'teaching moment'. In the past, I have tried very hard to give them the gentle truth (i.e. my 'all frogs go to heaven' death speech from last summer)... I try to be honest with them (i.e. I recently told Ethan that his 'pee pee' is actually his penis). I approached this topic the same way...

I explained that there are good guys and there are bad guys. I told him that a long time ago (it's a long time ago for a five year old... not so long ago for the rest of us) some really bad guys took over a plane so that the pilot couldn't fly it. I said that they flew the planes to two really tall towers and crashed them into the buildings. I told him that people tried very hard to get out of the buildings, but they fell down and a lot of people died. I explained that another plane was taken over and that those people on board tried very hard to take over the plane, but it still crashed. I told him about the pentagon and how bad guys flew a plane into it. I explained to him that because of those crashes, we went to war in Iraq and Afghanistan in order to find the bad guys.

I told him that when he was a baby, Daddy went over to Iraq to fight the bad guys. Ethan commented that Marines were really good guys. I have to agree with him! I explained that Daddy's brother, Uncle Mike, was just coming home from his second time of fighting bad guys in Iraq. Ethan made another comment about the Marines. I explained that there were lots of Mommies and Daddies that were fighting the bad guys so that they never could do that again. I told him that because of Daddy and the military, planes were safe to go on and that he didn't have to be scared of planes (heaven forbid I give him an irrational fear of flying).

I went on to explain about the different branches of the military and that my brother, Uncle Mike, was joining the Navy to become a doctor so that he could help people while they fought the bad guys. If you thought that I gave a brief overview of the military, you are wrong. I explained about Naval ships and Airforce planes. I told him about how the Marines could call up the airforce and tell them to blow up that sign (the one advertising Staffords gas stations) and that the plane was so cool that it could fly by and only shoot that sign! He thought that was really cool... I explained about tanks and told him that his Uncle Mike (Daddy's brother) drove around in them. He started talking about tanks and how they shoot things. I told him that if he wanted to go into the military he could... just as soon as he finished college. I've always said he can do whatever he puts his mind to!

Anyway, you always wonder whether or not your kids are listening... on the way home from school we were sitting at a stoplight. Ethan piped up to Daddy, "Daddy, do you know that a tank can blow up that sign right there and it would be all gone?" and at dinner Sean started talking about 'the good guys and the bad guys'.

I can put today down as a 'good day' in my parenting handbook... not only did they listen, I may have actually taught them something too!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Welcome to Boxville...

Did I mention that we have great new neighbors that moved in next door??? Well, not only are they great, but even better - they are military! Why is this so good you may ask? Because of the military move! They had the mother load when it comes to boxes. Why are boxes a hot comodity? Because they can easily entertain kids for hours.

Over the course of the afternoon, we transformed those bland boxes into an entire city to include a 'choo choo' train and a school bus! The entire front yard was covered in scuplted cardboard... it was amazing! Even more amazing than the creative detail that the kids added to each of their houses was the fact that they were blissfully engaged in an activity that did not require parental involvement (after the initial building, of course)! It was so nice to sit back and enjoy Sunday afternoon.

Thanks to my great new neighbors!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Finally Friday!

This last week seems like it was at least three... the boys made it through their first week of school with the desire to tackle more. I guess this means that I need to pull up my 'big girl panties' and get used to the idea of early mornings and late nights. I am not about to give up 'me time' after the boys go to bed... that's when I have my best full thoughts!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Sean's first day of school!

Sean's first day of school was today! He was awesome! I was a bit worried because he didn't really want to stay in the classroom during orientation. Today was a different story! He found his chair and started working on making things out of playdough. I stayed with him for a few minutes and then he was ready for me to leave. He gave me a hug and a high five and I was outta there! What a big kid!

When I picked him up from school he was so happy! He loved school and he loved all of his teachers. He showed me his red take home folder... he was so proud of it! I told him that we would treat him to lunch to celebrate his first day of school... he wanted Subway, of course! We met Daddy at Subway. Sean insisted on taking his new red folder into the restaurant. He showed it to the lady making his sandwich... she was such a good sport telling him how neat it was!

I found out later when I talked to Ms. Sandy that half way through the morning, Sean looked at Ms. Robin and Ms. Missy and said, "I didn't know this was going to take so long!?!"
He is so funny! He loves school and he can't wait to go back... even though he still thinks that he should be in kindergarten with his brother! (He told me that he wasn't three he was five so he could go to kindergarten!)
Next week I should be able to start my Tuesday/Thursday gym workout schedule! I am so excited!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


2089 more days of tolerance...

It is worth it... Ethan loves school! He loves school and can't wait to go back tomorrow! That will be day 2088!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Not a morning person...

I usually post mostly about the boys and silly things that they say and do... but I find it necessary to get this out there: I am not a morning person. I'm not sure if I really thought things through when I insisted on enrolling Ethan in a school in North Stafford county and Sean in Preschool in Spotsylvania county. I am definitely feeling like I've 'lost my mind'!

Five days a week I'm commuting Ethan one direction and twice a week I'm turning around and taking Sean in the exact opposite direction... if the logistics aren't bad enough, then I need to figure in time spent on the road due to mileage and add possible traffic delays due to day of week and time of year multiplied by weather and sunlight direction... so that means that I need to leave 30 minutes to drive 14 miles! That's just for Ethan... that doesn't include the 18 miles that I have to drive Sean in the opposite direction!

Take this all to the next level when you figure in that I am truly NOT a morning person. I'm a 'snooze button hitter' to the Nth degree! I need to break this bad habit and accept the fact that I need to become a morning person that meerly tolerates having to get up before 8 a.m. I don't mind getting up before 8 a.m. unless I am 'made' to get up before 8 a.m. This is the same logic that my husband uses when I ask him to complete a task (any random task) and he refuses for the meer fact that I have asked him to do it. I digress. Anyway, I have calculated the number of mornings that I will have to tolerate the forced pre-8 a.m. wakeup... there are 52 weeks in a year so I subtract 10 weeks for summer vacation, two weeks for Christmas break and one week for Easter and then add one more week for various holidays... that comes out to 38 weeks multiplied by five... that's 190 days of tolerance multiplied by one year of kindergarten and eight years of pre-high school time plus the two years difference between Ethan and Sean... that gives me 2090 days of tolerance. That is, of course, if I can find a job that allows me to sleep in until 8 a.m. and does not 'force' me to get up earlier... this is something to ponder!

Ethan's first day of kindergarten...

Today was Ethan's first day of kindergarten! He was so excited to start school. He is such a big kid. I woke him and he got dressed and ran downstairs to grab breakfast. Daddy got to go with us to drop him off!

Ethan was made for school! He loves learning and loves his teachers. He checked himself into his classroom. I can't believe that my little boy is now in kindergarten! He is definitely so ready!

He found his seat on his own and was ready to go. We got a thumbs up and that was it... it wasn't until later in the day that I realized that we didn't even get hugs goodbye. I wasn't surprised though, he never gave me hugs during preschool. He was always the kid that ran into school and into the classroom and never looked back. He says that he wants to drive bulldozers when he grows up... he'll definitely be a smart 'construction driver'!

He grew bigger throughout the day... by the time I picked him up he was 'too cool' to wear his backup the right way and only wanted it hanging on one shoulder! Too funny! He loved school and is ready to go back tomorrow!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

We have neighbors!!!

The boys were so excited this evening... we got home to find that our new neighbors finally arrived! They have two little girls that are 3 and 5. Ethan and Sean were beside themselves with excitement. The kids all played until they were ready to head out and grab dinner.

After baths, I was putting the boys to bed. Sean asked me, "Mommy, what's the small girls name?"


"Addison is my BEST!" He replied. Such a cutie!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Open House!

Ethan had his open house at school today! It went well. Ethan loved checking out his new school. His teacher is wonderful... we found his seat and he got familiar with his classroom. We especially loved the retired Marine who is now his music teacher! He's really cool! We got everything taken care of... hopefully all goes well as we start commuting on Tuesday! Yeah! Back to school!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Head screwed on... NOT!!!

Geesh, it seems like I am forgetting or misreading or misinterpreting everything lately! For example, I AM SO GLAD that for some reason I picked up Ethan's school handout last night... for no other reason than to have something to read for a couple minutes while I grabbed a midnight snack... and there in black and white under September 9th it read "School Open House!" I AM SO GLAD that I saw that... because I wrote it on my 'to do' list for September 10th!!!

I am hoping once school gets going and the house sale gets rolling and we actually get moving that my head will finally find it's way back on top of my shoulders and will remain permanently fixed!

"Of everything that I have lost, I miss my mind the most!"

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

How annoying!

We took the boys and checked out Wegman's today. It's a new grocery story in Central Park and it's pretty nice. I usually don't ever let the boys ride in those car carts because I imagine lots of little hands with snotty noses wiping nasty all over them... but the boys begged and begged... and I gave in. I told them just this once...

I quickly found another reason never to let them ride in those car carts ever again... the horns on the steering wheels work! Beep! Beep! Squeak! Squeak! Two boys hitting two squeaky beepers over and over and over again... I finally requested sternly that they never hit the horns again because they are so annoying! Silence.

We walked around and were discussing the selection of pretty much everything... they've got a lot in that store. Suddenly, Sean stuck his head out of the car and bellowed, "Mom, could you be quiet... you're annoying us!"