A brief summary of what we’ve been up to, in photos:
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Opie
Two pictures:
Two announcements:
“Wow, I did not expect the kindergartners to be SO small.” (This from the first grader.)
“The second day of school is always the best. Because it’s usually a Friday.” (Also the first grader. They are so wise.)
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This about sums up how I feel about leaving for BlogHer tomorrow–or really, the whole summer:
Like maybe I bit off more than I can chew.
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I. Yesterday morning Jo didn’t eat her cereal. When I asked her why, she said it smelled “like Little Dude’s cage and tasted funny.” Little Dude is the class mouse, who recently came to stay with us while his regular summer caretakers were on vacation.
(He only escaped from his rolly ball and almost got lost in our laundry room once!)
(Honestly? I kind of miss having him here. As long as you stayed downwind, it was fun to check in on him and see what he was doing. Usually, he was building himself burrows and hiding places with cedar shavings.)
(However, I was also relieved to see him go, because he’s at least two years old, and how long do pet mice live anyway?)
II. Opie made one of those paper cootie-catcher/fortune-tellers at camp. These are the fortunes in it:
- You will be a superstar.
- You are a superhero.
- You will have a trampoline.
- You will turn into a mouse.
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Over the weekend I saw some friends, one of whom has children just a bit younger than mine. I was telling them, with no small amount of enthusiasm (fatal mistake!), how nice it is that I can now stay in bed a little while after the kids get up. I believe my exact words were, “Well, O. helps himself to as much candy as he wants. But what do I care, I’m sleeping in!”
Guess where O. went yesterday? The dentist. Guess what he has? TWO HUGE CAVITIES. Matching, one on either side of his mouth on two bottom molars.
Then, when we were scheduling the two (!) appointments for the fillings, the woman at the dentist’s office said that we could choose silver, for free, or tooth-colored, for $25 each. I was thrilled. Just $50 to cover up my huge parenting #fail? Sold!
But no. When you’re six years old, and you get the chance to have shiny silver teeth? You’re totally going for it. And your mom will be stuck looking at them for three or four or five years until the tooth fairy comes for them.
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Wednesday during dinner: “NO ONE cook dinner tomorrow. I am making dinner. Breakfast for dinner!”
Thursday morning: “I want eggs for breakfast. No wait! I am making breakfast for dinner.”
Thursday after school: “For breakfast for dinner, we are having cereal and toast.”
30 minutes later: “Actually, Mom, you make the toast.”
5 minutes later: “And never mind about the cereal.”
5 minutes later: “I will be the waiter instead and bring the food to the table.”
2 minutes later: “Actually, I will just set the table. You bring the food.”
2 minutes later: “Can you bring the plates to the table and I will put them where they go?”
1 minute later: “Oh! You made chili. Good.”
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People never cease to be amazed, or at least interested, in my children’s back-to-back birthdays. I think it’s cool, too–except, most years, the week when it’s actually happening. Then, it’s too much at one time (especially the year we had one birthday party on Saturday and one on Sunday). The to-do list grows and grows, and I worry that neither birthday gets the attention it deserves.
Then again, these two have never really known different. I think they enjoy those “oh wow!” responses too. They, knock wood, are pretty good at sharing, and that goes for special days too.
(And here’s one showing how it all began.)
(Look at that! His hair hasn’t changed in six years.)
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And for those who have been anxiously awaiting the answer, the animal is a cheetah. If you voted for that, or wanted to but were confused by my intro, you win. You also win if you picked leopard, because I concede that those two can look quite similar. The overwhelming answer we get out in the world is … tiger. Stripes, spots, what’s the diff?
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It is very, very rare for me to indulge my children when they ask for something frivolous in a store. I don’t want them to get the idea that if they pitch a fit in the checkout line, they’ll get whatever it is they are asking for. So the answer is almost always a cheerful “Nope!”.
I can’t remember why I broke my own rule when it came to this particular item. It was one of the book/stuffed animal combos that Kohl’s offers—usually, $5 or $10 buys you both, and proceeds go to some charity. Apparently I was in a generous mood the day my son spotted this (oh ha ha I didn’t even do that on purpose!).
And that was that. The fuzzy one has now accompanied us on half a dozen trips and must be tucked in beside his boy each night.
I haven’t told you his name yet because that would spoil my next question. What animal do you think he is? Because he’s so well-traveled, he’s been noticed and commented upon by people in airports and elsewhere along the way.
And no one EVER correctly identifies him. And so I ask you (all choices are based on real responses we’ve heard):
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Here’s something else I love: Having a kindergarten class dad who takes photos like these and shares them!
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