I know, I know. We lost an hour today. But as my lovely friend Cristie (of The Right Hand Mom) wrote on Facebook this morning, “One hour closer to summer!” And Friday, for that matter.
Lesson #1: If you want to scare your kid straight, have him get toothpaste in his eye. Because as Big said, “It hurts when you get mint in your eyes. That’s why policemen use peppermint spray.”
Lesson #2: Smoke detector batteries — especially those located in children’s bedrooms — only go bad in the middle of the night.
Lesson #3: I’m totally outnumbered. While I insist that black socks do not go with shorts, all the boys in my family insist that I turn to Sports Illustrated for a lesson in fashion. Yeah, that makes sense. Sports Illustrated. Fashion. Right.
Lesson #4: If nothing scares Little more than witches, than I am one frightening mama. I overheard Little telling Pink I’m a witch. The proof? I put on lots of make up, wear a robe, and drink green smoothies. (Luckily he hasn’t found my flying broom!)
Lesson #5: You can take the girl out of advertising, but you can’t take the advertising out of the girl. The other day Pink shoved a bite of cereal so far up her nose I was sure we were pediatrician bound. Eventually, (like 30 minutes later), I heard Little cheering and found, well, this picture. Thank goodness for soggy cereal. Sooo…I kept thinking there was a real marketing opportunity here. Put a Cheerio up one side and a Joe O up the other. Whichever one stays up longest wins the Not-So-Soggy Crown. Brilliant, right?! (Updating my resume tonight. You know, just in case someone wants me to execute the idea for a small fortune. I think the shoot would probably have to take place in Hawaii.)
Lesson #6: Not checking item 107 off your to do list eventually pays off. In an effort to clean up our yard a bit, I went to move a couple planting pots and found a sweet salamander family. Little has some new best friends thanks to my negligence.
Lesson #7: Be sure the garage door isn’t set to auto lock behind you when you finally get around to taking the garbage out. At 11pm. In the pouring rain. When your kids and neighbors are sleeping. And your husband’s in Portland.
Lesson #8: There’s just something super cool about a six-year-old girl who insists on playing baseball with the boys, but comes to practice in a dress. (Ooh, maybe they’ll feature her in an issue of Sports Illustrated.)
Lesson #9: Waiting until 30 minutes before opening ceremonies to be sure you kid’s baseball uniform is clean and fits? Big mistake.
Lesson #10: I miss t-ball. But, hey, Go Cubs! (And let’s just all cheer on the outrageously expensive pitching machine and hope it has a much better game next weekend. Much.)
Happy week of remembering why we all love a little extra time in the sunshine!