Humble Pie

If you will notice in my "about me" section I put this line

"I don’t like being wrong, so just assume I am right"

This is very true. What I hate more than being wrong is admitting that I am wrong. What I hate more than admitting I am wrong is admitting I was wrong about something that everyone would assume I am right about.

Joel and I have an ongoing argument about something. Tylenol PM versus Histatabs. I almost always take Tylenol PM before bed. I can sleep without it, I just don't. Joel has always taken the Histatabs before bed because they help his horrible allergies at night and they help him sleep. Over time he has started just taking my Tylenol PM and it has worked fine. Well, allergy season is coming up and he said he was switching back. I told him it was stupid because they have the same ingredients minus the Tylenol.

Well, guess who is wrong? Me. So I bought him his stupid little pills that have special little ingredients in them. Now I will go eat my humble pie and shut up.

A novel concept

I had the morning off today so I took the kids to do some much needed things:

1. I bought the kids new shoes. They both needed them bad, especially Dylan who ruined the only pair of tennis shoes that fits him at the wrecking yard yesterday. Maddie needed some new ones only because she complains nonstop about her other ones.

2. I promised them awhile ago that I'd take them to Barnes and Noble and let them pick out a book. Dylan has a favorite author who writes young adult novels about baseball and he wanted one of those books.

3. We walked around the mall and got an Orange Julius, which was some nice Mom/Kids time.

4. We played a little Monopoly and Maddie beat the pants off Dylan and I. Nice.

Now I'm back to working for this afternoon. Spring break is going good so far. The kids are going to Mams tomorrow and staying until Thursday, which will be a welcome break for both of us. I'll have to go shopping first because my kids eat a lot and I'll have to make sure mam has enough...

Kindergarten Drama Queen

Honestly, the things that come out of my daughter's mouth shock me at times.

Here are two things I've heard in the past 24 hours that have just had me wanting to run for the hills. Both of these things were spoken in anger because she either a. wasn't given what she wanted or b. it wasn't good enough.

1. When I grow up and have a Facebook, you will NOT be on my friends list.

2. I don't trust you anymore and I don't want you to speak to me or follow me ever again (I guess I have a habit of following her around???)

Number 2 ended with a trip to her bedroom for some quiet thinking time, which was about 20 minutes of fake crying and yelling "I want my real mom". Yea, I want her too.

Now it really is Saturday

The kids ended up spending the night with Mam last night. I suggested to Joel that we go to the casino, which he promptly turned down because he was tired from spending all day fixing the fence. No biggie. We had dinner and then after dinner he said "Well, if you want to go to the casino you better get dressed".

So we went to the casino. I played $70 on slots and walked home with $90. I was up to $150 at one point. We stayed longer than we thought we would because we were both having a lot of fun and actually winning and not losing.

I just got home and got in my PJs when Rachel texted me that she was at the casino. If only we had stayed a few minutes longer.....

I finished up yesterday's work and went to Wal Mart and then Joel picked up the kids. We played a few games including "Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader" on the pS2 and yes, I am smarter than a 5th grader (my 5th grader anyway); I beat him every time. I think he's upstairs practicing as we speak.

We're having a movie night tonight.

Dylan wrote a story for school about his grandpa's wrecking yard. My dad borrowed it to show to the guys at the yard, but when it comes back I'll post it for you. It's a riot. The kid should really be an author. If you look to the right, you'll see he now has a blog now, but he hasn't started it. I'm sure he'll entertain everyone as much as he does us.

Feels Like Saturday

It feels like Saturday to me. The kids are home. Joel's home. Everyone is off today (technically I am working, I'm just procrastinating) It just feels like Saturday to me.

We got Maddie signed up for soccer last night and we got Dylan's baseball schedule last night. Between baseball practices and games and soccer practices and games, we're going to be one busy family. Maddie's soccer practices are on Wednesdays, which is the same day as Dylan's practices. Joel has always been the one to take him to practice; it's a guy thing. I was telling Maddie that I would be taking her to practice and Dad would be taking Dylan to his practice and this was absolutely not acceptable to her. Dad was going to take HER to HER practice. So on Wednesdays I will be taking Dylan to his practice and Joel will be taking Maddie to hers. Maddie wasn't having it any other way.

She's so excited about soccer and I'm excited for her. I think she's going to enjoy it. She wants Auntie Meghan to come show her how to play. Maddie doesn't have a clue. She kicks the soccer ball around the yard but that's the extent of it.

To brag or not to brag.

I don't like to brag about my kids. Don't get me wrong, I think they're fantastic little creatures, but you don't care about that. I have a real pet peeve about people who gush about their lives and kids as if they're the greatest pieces of sugar on the planet. I'm not a moron, all it does is make me nauseous so I chose not to be the cause of vomit induction.

Well, I'm going to take a moment to brag. Skip down two paragraphs if you don't care. I know I would.

We had parent-teacher conferences today. Maddie is right on track for where she is supposed to be. She's doing well socially and her behavior is right on track. She's learning everything she's supposed to and when she has trouble with something, she works really hard to get it right. That is exactly what I needed to hear about Maddie.

Dylan's conferences are always the same: he's so smart, he does so well in school, everyone likes him, and so on and so forth. Well, it wasn't any different today. There was one thing that shocked me though. His math scores. He tested at a 9th grade level for math. I was a little blown away by that. He's always been a good reader and scored well above his grade level for reading, but math he's always been pretty much middle of the road. His reading score was at 7/8th grade, which didn't suprise me. Considering how well he can read, his teacher wanted me to start challenging him more with bigger books. I think the true challenge is to start with a book period. He doesn't see reading as a fun thing, like I do; it's a chore. Anyway, we're taking a trip to B&N tomorrow to hopefully find something to peak his interest.

/brag moment over.

Maddie lied in church last night. I'm sure that's one of the deadly sins. If not, God's rewriting the code as we speak. She really wanted to earn her 2nd Jewel for Awanas last night. She needed to memorize 4 Bible verses in order to do so. That was really difficult. I wasn't sure if she could do it or not. She came home with the jewel and I was really proud of her. I asked her if she remembered all of her verses and she said "No, I tricked them. I told them I lost it and they gave me a new one."

Nice.

My kids are strange ducks

99 times out of 100 they don't want anything to do with each other. When you get down to the nitty gritty, you know they love each other - but other than that, they have very little in common.

I've been dreading spring break for this very reason. Granted, I'm only one day into it (and only halfway through that) but today has been awesome. They've been playing together. Interaction. Words without yelling. Laughter. I never knew this was a possibility.

I wish I could bottle this day up and keep it forever.

As I'm speaking they're probably gearing up to fight or something because I've jinxed it, but at least we had a moment or two.

Spring Fever is a disease

I had a great post typed out earlier about how much fun we had a Odyssey yesterday, but there was a Blogger glitch and it disappeared. I don't feel like doing it again.

Spring Break is going to be fun and I mean that in the most sarcastic version way ever. Yesterday Maddie was kept busy the entire day since we were gone to Odyssey, minus the hour we spent at home before leaving listening to her whine about when it was time to go.

Today I sent her to the neighbors' to keep her busy. Tomorrow Dylan will be here so either they'll keep each other busy or both drive me crazy. I have a few plans set aside for them but considering I have to still work most of the days, the plans are minimal.

I was just issued my ticket to cuckooville. Population...me.

Death of Orange

It was a fairly good weekend. Yesterday we took the kids to see Race to Witch Moutain, which was AWESOME. Maddie didn't enjoy it too much. It was just a little too scary/over her head - I'm not really sure which. Halfway through the movie I took her to the bathroom and we talked about the movie and she didn't even realize that the kids were aliens. That could be because a) she wasn't paying attention or b) the concept was just a little too much for her to grasp.

Either way, Joel and Dylan and I thoroughly enjoyed the movie.

After the movie I took the kids to Mam's house to spend the night. Sometimes they need to get out of the house and considering spring break is starting this week....we both needed a night away.

Joel and I decided to go to the casino. Usually not really a good choice for us to make, but it turned out good. I came out $60 ahead and Joel came out over $200 ahead. It was a very successful night. At one point I had over $100, but it's really no fun to just walk away, now is it?

We had dinner at Voodiez beforehand because their shrimp caesar salad is to DIE for.

We ran into Ryan and Amanda at the Casino and shared a drink with them before they went home. We had a good night and then a really lazy day today. I literally laid in bed almost all morning either watching TV or reading. I would have taken a nap if I hadn't of had Red Bull and coffee first thing to try and wake me up. Kind of hinders any sleeping attempts.

Then I had to work. Blech. At least I didn't have to get dressed, right? The kids are home now and Joel's grilling up some steaks for dinner. It smells delicious. I can't wait.

(P.S. the name of this post is completely random and means literally nothing to this post)

Report Cards....

The kids brought their report cards home today (a little weird since conferences are actually next week but whatever).

DYLAN: He went up in some areas of math and down in some. All the other categories stayed the same, which of course is excellent, except...."respects others". I'm beyond disappointed about this. My son is a safety patrolman and he has low marks in respect??? That's not acceptable to me. We had a very long discussion and then more long discussions about what is acceptable and what is not. Out of all the areas to score low on, this one hurts me the most. It's a jab to my mothering abilities. If you can't teach your child to respect others, then you've failed. I plan on discussing this with his teacher to find out exactly what needs to be done differently.

MADELYN: Her report card was pretty much exactly the same as last time, which was really good. I was surprised at the last report card at how good it was (You can call me a bad mom all you want, but I seriously expected her marks to be just a little lower than they were...I know she struggles in certain areas.) This quarter, I was glad to see that they remained the same. They didn't go down in any areas and her respect mark was still good. So far anyway. I guess in 5th grade is where I start going wrong as a mother. Something to look forward to.

Here it is

This is the clip from the end of One Life To Live from yesterday that featured Ryan's song "We Might Fall".

Watch it. They picked a good song to end the show, although I'm not biased or anything...lol

Today RULES

I heard a little rumor that a Ryan Star song was being played at the end of One Life To Live today. I LOVE this show. Especially lately, it's become insanely good.

I don't get ABC thanks to DISH Network but I do get SoapNet, but the episode won't come on until later tonight and you know I can't wait for that.

So I flipped it over to the antennae, because who cares if I watch the fuzzy version or not and sure enough.....

WE MIGHT FALL was played in full at the very end of my show.

The only thing that would have made my day better was if I had not known in advance and just was watching it and BAM there's Ryan's voice.

I probably would have fallen off the couch. Seriously, you think I joke.

All growed up

Maddie wanted her haircut in a real bad way. She's been BEGGING me for about a week now. She wanted it short, as in up-to-her-ears short, but I said absolutely NOT and so did her father.

I took her in last night and we made a compromise to her chin. She looks so grown up. She absolutely loves it too. She keeps going in the bathroom and brushing it and smiling.

Here's the before and after pictures.

Chock full of nuts

We're home from Forks. It's always nice to get home and have just enough to time to throw the bags on the stairs and sit down for an 8-hour shift.

The weekend was a lot of fun, we went bowling yesterday. Bowling in Forks, who knew? Karla (the other one, not me - I don't speak of myself in the 3rd person on Sundays) and I took the kids to the store yesterday and on our way out the door Maddie was talking and nobody was listening - not an uncommon occurance - but halfway through the parking lot I realized that she was just repeating herself, you know like one of those birds I hate so much. So I listened to what she was saying and she was saying "Grammy forgot her purse" over and over again. Very calmly, I might add. She wasn't even getting frustrated that nobody was listening!! So I said "What do you mean, Grammy forgot her purse?" She says "In the cart". Sure enough, Karla left her purse in the cart. Thank God for Maddie. I still don't know why she just kept repeating it over and over again and didn't get someones attention about it. I wonder how far she would have let us get?

It was snowing when we left. It snowed almost the whole way home. There were a few spots where the snow was really bad, but the truck handled everything really well. We were supposed to take Maddie over to mom's house so that I could work and Joel and Dylan could go to the work party at Snider field, but considering the snow we just decided to head home.

This morning Joel and I got up at 7:40 and we both figured the kids had just gotten up with Grammy and Grandpa because they never woke us up. We went out to the living room and Karla was sitting there by herself reading the paper. My kids (BOTH of them) were STILL asleep. We let them continue on. I even checked on their breathing, which they were both doing thank God. At about 8:15 I decided that I had enough of this sleeping. We were planning on leaving at 9:00, the least my children could do was wake up to eat breakfast and say goodbye. Boy, were they groggy. You'd think it was 3:00 a.m. when I woke them up. I have never, ever, EVER seen Dylan sleep past 8:00 his entire 11 years of existance. There is something in the air up in Forks that makes my kids sleep good. Whatever it is I want to bottle up and bring home with me.

I finished the new Jodi Picoult book - Handle with Care. O-M-G it was so good. I don't want to say anything about it because it was that good. I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone.

You might think I'm crazy....

and well, you'd be right. Obviously we've discussed this before.

I took on yet another job. It's just one more doctor at the same place I do my morning job. So yea, I'm going to be busy.

My long-term goal (by long-term I mean 3-6 months) I'd like to quit my regular afternoon job. I love my morning job a lot and that is why I accepted the extra work. If these 2nd and 3rd prove to be good enough incomes I will quit the 1st one. Of course I say that now but once the money starts flying in who knows what I'll do. In this economy it's incredibly difficult to turn down extra money no matter how much you hate the job. I wouldn't say I HATE the job at this point, but in comparison to the others....hate is the best word I can come up with.

If I get way too overwhelmed and my family starts getting neglected, I am not afraid to say so and step back. Hopefully I'll notice this before the mice take over the house and my kids start smelling like they haven't had showers in weeks. If not, I'm sure someone will let me know.

American Afflication

First: American Idol.

Is it just me or is Adam going to win this thing? He's my new David Cook. I also love Danny, but really that boy should stick to singing and NOT dancing. Whoa. I don't get the Lil hype. I think she sounds like she's shouting when she sings and it hurts my ears. I love Alexis. For a little thing that girl can SING. I also like Allison's voice. I always forget she's only 16 years old. I like Megan's voice, but the little wiggle she does 475 times throughout a song really bugs me. If you don't know what I mean, watch her last 2 performances and think "wiggle" and you'll know what I mean.

Second: Affliction. Last night was "Great Affliction Night" at Awanas. We wrapped Maddie's arms up in this Ace bandage stuff. It has a mild adhesive on one side so you don't have to use that dangerous metal tooth clip anymore. I used this stuff on Dylan's sprained wrist a few months ago and it was awesome.

Well.....this stuff caused a real affliction on Poor Maddie. It REALLY stuck to her skin and was nearly impossible to get off. It left a bright red, ugly rash on both arms; there is still adhesive on most of her arms that I can't get off (like what's leftover after you take a band-aid off). It even tore her skin in two places. My poor girl. I have to go make her soak in the tub for about 6 hours to try and get the stickiness off her arms.

Let Chaos Begin

Baseball season begins on Monday. Between Joel's Men's League softball games, Dylan's baseball practices and games, Maddie's Awana's and her dance classes (she's still not yet signed up because I'm lazy) we're going to be super busy. Drive-thrus and Hot Pockets will be our dinners for the next few months. I'm so excited (not about the hot pockets and drive-thrus but Dylan's baseball season)

Self-Control

Maddie loves to eat. Loves it a lot.

This morning for breakfast she wanted chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and a fried egg. That's a lot of food for a 5-year-old. I made it for her fully expecting something to fall to the wayside - most likely the egg.

I took a shower and when I was done she was calling me in a muffled voice from downstairs. I look over the railing and she is gagging on something. I think she's choking so I go flying down the stairs wearing nothing but a towel, but somewhere along the way that comes off.

I get down there and she throws up egg, bacon and chocolate chip pancakes in my hand. I'm naked....on the kitchen floor with breakfast throw-up in my hands. I think "she must be sick", why else would she throw up?

She wipes her mouth on her pretty pink shirt she was supposed to wear to school and says "Boy, I think I just ate too much".

I looked at the table and sure enough...ALL THE FOOD IS GONE.

It's in my hands, partially digested, dripping on the kitchen floor. And I'm still naked. This whole scenario Maddie finds particularly funny. Being a mom is the BEST. Sarcasm, again.

Must we, really?

This morning it was time to head out the door for school. Dylan is ready - he has his coat, safety patrol vest and shoes on. He has his back pack on. He needed to brush his hair. I told him I'd meet him in the car.

Five minutes passed and Maddie and I are STILL sitting alone in the car.

W-T-F.

So I went in the house and said "uh...what's the hold up?"

"I'm almost done." He says.

"Done with what?" I stupidly ask.

"Brushing my hair." He replies so calmly I want to explode.

It takes ME less than five minutes to brush my hair and in the past it took him all of one swipe of the brush. Today, was different. Today, he had to be perfect. As he nonchalantly walked out to the car he was checking himself out in the window.

I think it's time to put a halt on the growing up. I'm just plum not ready for this nonsense.

Shake Your Sillies Out!

Yesterday on the way over to drop the kids off at my mom's house instead of listening to the RyPod in the car, which usually ends up in arguements from the kids because they don't like my music and I don't like theirs; we listened to some old CDs. The first one I popped in was an old mix one I made for Maddie when she was only 1 or 2. It had songs from Sesame Street, Dora, Blues, Clues, Dragon Tails, and The Wiggles. I think that 20 minute car ride was the funnest one the three of us have had in years. Even Dylan was singing along. The two of them were laughing in the backseat because after 4 years they still remembered the hand motions. I was reminded of when I took them to see The Wiggles concert, which was so much fun.

Anyway, it just reminded me that sometimes you have to let loose and shake your sillies out. You're never too old to Wiggle!

A Caffeine Free Post about Nothing

I've told stories in the past of how much Dylan is like me....looks, attitude, things he says, things he does, etc. Sometimes I get blown away by something he does or says that reminds me so much of myself. A few nights ago my dad had one of those moments. He's never been vocal about how much Dylan looks like me, to my dad Dylan is Dylan. Dylan got a haircut and my dad said that there was something about his face after the haircut that looked so much like me when I was a little girl that it shocked him. Here's a picture of Dylan and I at about the same age. Twinsies? I think so.




and then there is Madelyn and Joel. They aren't quite as "twinsie" as Dylan and I but they defintely look more like each other than Madelyn and I. I mean, look at that smile.....

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Anyway, back to our regular programming. It's a nasty, rainy Saturday morning and Joel has his first softball tournament of the year. Doesn't get any suckier than that. Oh yea, it does...Joel is pitching the first game. It's 36 degrees out. I already informed him that we would not be there to freeze our bohonkus off. Mom put out the invitation for the kids to come spend the night and I gave an astouding hell yea. I haven't asked them yet, but I'm sure they'll say yes. They don't have any other pressing engagements to speak of. Other than that I don't really have any other plans this weekend. Unfortunately, even though I said I had today off, I do not. I didn't quite finish my work yesterday because I was feeling really crampy and acky yesterday so I decided to put off some of it until today. So I guess I'll be seeing a day off NEXT Saturday.

An open apology, maybe.

It's not often I admit to mistakes.

This is not one of those times, so just shut your trap before you get all excited.

Tonight Joel and I went out on a date. It was fun. We had dinner. We came home. Nothing spectacular. We played cribbage. I won. That was a little bit exciting. Okay a lot. After I won, we decided to watch a little TV before the kids got home. All of a sudden the ever so loving beautiful piece of excitement that is DISH Network was not working. What?? How can that be?? They have always been there for us....they've never dropped a channel suddenly causing all kinds of havoc and tears.

So we call and chew ASS.

Yea, we did. By we I mean JOEL.

That got us nowhere.

Then he calls again.

Next thing you know we have 10 months of $5 off and 3 months free HD TV and our TV is back.

WOO....life rules.

But suddenly I tried to turn the channel and the FLIPPIN REMOTE DOES NOT WORK!!! WHAT THE MOTHER $(%*%**(^%. I swear to GOD now I am almost going to freak the hell out. I can handle a little bit of Dish Networks poop on a platter but there comes a point (thursday nights) when I need my TV (survivor, earl, csi, office, etc.) and if it I don't get it, people may die.

So guess who calls now????? Yea, that's me. I feel a tiny bit sorry for this guy because I may have said some things that he might be crying about now. Personal hateful things.

During my rants and ass-chewing I realized that I was holding remote #2. Do you understand what this means???? Joel brought the UPSTAIRS REMOTE downstairs when he was on the phone and the one I picked up to change the channel two paragraphs ago was REMOTE NUMBER TWO. Why do you think the remote did not work?? I had no words for this poor, unfortunate soul whose ass I chewed other than "omgshit" and hung up. So, Mr. Dish Network Man if you're out there....I apologize. I screwedup. errr scratch that. I'm not the one who brought REMOTE NUMBER TWO downstairs. I'm not in the habit of looking at the number on the remote before hitting buttons, for that I am sorry. I'm also sorry for the obsenities I may have hollared at the poor dude on the phone.

It blew us away

Today is the world premiere of the Last Train Home video. Here's the link

LAST TRAIN HOME BY RYAN STAR

I was a little skeptical at first, I mean he's just walking through the woods. I kind of was feeling a little let down, but in the end it comes together nicely. I love it. I've watched it several times now and I love it more each time. Good job Ryan :P

Glowie, we knew you so little

She was a good fish. She was a strong fish. Okay, probably not because she's already dead. I was always under the impression that when goldfish died they floated to the top belly up, but both of Maddie's fish sunk to the bottom.

So we're going to have to get another one. She's learning a real valuable lesson in dying. That was sarcasm. We're going back to Bettas because they live longer and we don't have to go through the flushing/crying for quite some time.

Yum, yum, yum, delicioso

Nothing says "what PMS?" like drooling over Rocco. He was on The Biggest Loser last night. He can bring sunshine and happiness to my day anytime. If ever I'm rich beyond my wildest dreams, he's going to come give me some cooking lessons. No, that isn't code for anything other than "cooking", but I can't promise I'm going to actually hear anything he says.

Am I having a better day? Well, the day hasn't started yet, but yesterday definitely ended on a better note, which makes today a little better.

It's that time again

That lovely time of the month when sweet, lovely Karla goes all postal for a few days on everyone. It's the best time of the month to avoid any contact whatsoever. Anything too nice will be immediately shot down. Anything mean will result in complete and total ape-shit from me. Unfortunately, this is also the time of the month when my family gets way oversensitive about stuff. I yelled at Maddie for having to go to the bathroom at Wal Mart today and she said I broke her heart. Pfftt. Toughen up a little bit, kid. I got bloating and cramps and a 24-hour migraine, top that with your full bladder and whining and something is going to explode.

Maddie was given some stick-on earrings this weekend at Auntie Tara's house and when she came home she decided that she wanted REAL earrings. Upon deaf ears did I explain to her that she was unblessed with the same super small, almost nonexistant ear lobes that I was that makes ear-piercing next to impossible. Well, those stick-ons stayed on for several days and now they just won't come off. By won't I mean can't. By can't I mean Maddie freaks out when someone tries to take them off because she says they're stuck on there forever.

Dylan is babying the cut on his hand like his finger is falling off. I bandaged it up yesterday so he wouldn't bang it on anything. He wants me to take him to the doctor for a full finger cast. I don't see that happening. I left the bandage off today to hopefully let some air get to it so it can heal.

Maddie's new fish eats too much. I could dump the whole can in their and she'd eat it as fast as she could. She has come close to jumping out of the bowl if I don't feed her at least 4 times a day.

Maddie has gotten on this kick of getting up in the morning, getting dressed and brushing her teeth all by herself. This is fantastic, right? Uh...yes and no. The "getting dressed" is a loose term. Today she wore a dress with a skirt underneath it and the dress had toothpaste stains on the arms from someone who didn't know there was a towel invented. When we went to Wal Mart in this hideous getup I bribed her with a new outfit just to get her out of it.

The new Jodi Picoult book came out today. I was going to buy it at Wal Mart but I guess 9:00 a.m. is too early for them to set out their new inventory. How about you people get a little more on the ball? You just lost a $25 sale dummies. Rachel bought it today and I'm just going to borrow hers.

I hate when it rains because that means puddles at the bus stop. Puddles at the bus stop means jumping and splashing in puddles. Not me of course. The only way to keep her out of the puddles is to physically tie her to the stop sign. Passing cars tend to slow down and stare though and that's embarrassing.

That's all the rant I have for the day

We've got a bleeder!

Dylan was injured today.

Joel took the kids to Hollywood Video as per their usual Sunday tradition to rent movies for "mom's work day".

There was an incident with the car door (I wasn't there so I don't know the details) but apparently it was open and Joel shut it before Dylan was quite done and his finger got caught in the door.

As most everyone knows, this hurts like a @%&$*.

It did bleed. It was cut on either side of the finger, one side more than the other. He came home and laid on the couch and moaned for awhile. I cleaned him up and got it wrapped up.

I know what you're thinking....how exactly did you do this? Everyone knows that Karla can't handle her childrens' blood or any injury that may come to them....

This is how....




don't tell Dylan....




(it wasn't that bad).

He, however, thought that it was and we will continue to let him think that until further notice. The reason is because...I know for a FACT that it did hurt like crazy. I've done it. I've cried. I've thought it was the worst think ever. He will move on. In the meantime, if he asks....it looks terrible. The best part was that it was his left hand so he has no "stay-at-home-from-school excuses" tomorrow.

I'm such an evil mom.

Flat Toothpicks

This a major source of contention in our house lately. It's the only kind of toothpicks he will use and we were almost out. I searched 5 different stores not to mention gas stations looking for them and all I can find are round toothpicks. He didn't believe me. He thought I was "overlooking" them at every store. Yea, that's right. When I see the word "flat" I am reading "round" instead. It's called flatround dyslexia. Insert eye roll.

So I gave up. It officially became HIS turn to look for them and find out the truth. He came home today with the plastic dental variety. Because someone learned that his wife is occasionally right sometimes all the time.