Ok people. I was crazy spoiled today and I’m feeling the need to brag. I got to take not one, but two showers. Sure, it took projectile vomit coming from the backseat and dousing me up front to make the second one a reality, but still. Two showers. I’m about half way to my weekly quota and it’s only Sunday. This week is looking good…
As for last week? Well, it was a good one too.
Lesson #1: Lenny’s idea to teach the boys Rock, Paper, Scissors to put an end to the you-have-to-shower-first battle was brilliant. Until they started introducing fake things like “bomb”, “jets”, and “force field” (which, of course, beats everything).
Lesson #2: When I was co-oping at Little’s sweet Christian preschool, it was pretty evident that the kids had been on break for a couple weeks. The things that gave it away? Well, first of all, the teacher asked a little boy to do something and he replied with, “What will you give me to do it? A dollar?” And, second, the lunch table I was sitting at broke into a loud chorus of, “Hey, sexy lady!” And one kid even got up to dance as the Gangnam Style finale. The teacher? Not impressed. She’s got some serious work to do to whip these little buggers back into shape after being home with their irresponsible parents for so long.
Lesson #3: It just goes to show, you can talk about something openly and honestly, and think your preschooler gets it. Until you overhear this. (A few times a day.) “Dinosaurs, Jesus, and Grandpa are dead. Nothing else is. Just them.”
Lesson #4: When you spend the entire holiday season trying to track down your case full of Christmas CDs (including cleaning out a hall closet(?!), it will most likely turn up right in front of your face. On January 9th.
Lesson #5: There are certain things non-athletic moms shouldn’t help their sporty little boys with. Buying basketball shoes, for instance. When we took Lenny back to the store to show him the ones we planned to buy, he pointed out that the trim wasn’t red. It was fluorescent pink. (Yes, he’s colorblind.) And they were girls’ shoes. (Thanks a lot to the sales guy who helped me talk them up.)
Lesson #6: I’m pretty sure Pink is going to be a fashionista. (God help her with me as her mom.) She spends a good amount of time going through her drawers each morning determining the perfect combination of clothes. And she means business. So what if she ends up topless? Or with every color and width of stripe imaginable? Or with two layers of tutus? (Kind works, given their name.) I think she’s on to something…
Lesson #7: Hitting the baseball field at 8:45am in January for tryout clinics is a good reminder of why baseball is a Spring sport.
Lesson #8: In our house, Big is, well, big. But when I see him out on the field with real big kids, I can’t help but want to protect him and hold on to my baby a bit longer. But I also can’t deny that he’s far more grown up and capable than I give him credit for.
Lesson #9: Sure we have clothes for 28 degree days. They’re just in our attic, waiting for us to go on our yearly snow trip. Not in our drawers waiting for us to get dressed for church.
Lesson #10: I thought it was a bit strange when Little had a stomach bug and he shouted, “Yay, I’m sick! I get apple juice. And Gatorade. And a movie!” Then I got the bug. And I considered shouting, “Yay, I’m sick! I get to lose a pound or two. And nap. And go to bed at 7:30pm!” It’s always good to find the bright side, right?
Here’s to a week of health, happiness, and home runs! (And a little warmth wouldn’t hurt, either.)
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