Sunday, September 23, 2007

my computer sucks

Dear Blog,

I will be back soon. However my computer sucks and I am lucky to get this typed without some kind of stupid computer error. I am not bitter, no. I have many blogs in my head. I will try to remember them all for later.

Sincerely,
hooigans are us

Monday, September 10, 2007

The 4th day of school

So, I get a call that Davis is refusing to eat his lunch and crying. I tell them that is his lunch take it or leave it and they agree. Keep in mind this is a lunch he eats all the time. Hot dog, applesauce, goldfish and a drinkable yogurt.

Then I get a call saying he is in the office crying that he is sick and wants his mommy. Now the preschool director is trying to be very cautious that this is not just new school jitters. She asked Davis if he likes school when he feels well and he said yes. They also had sent 3 kids home with high fevers so something is going around. I tell them I will come pick him up since it is nap time anyway and he is usually happy go lucky.

So here is what he has to say when I pick him up and we are walking out.
D (with a coy little smile on his face) I am so glad you are here mama
Me Do you feel sick?
D not any more
Me Do you feel yucky?
D Not any more
Me Then why were you crying for me?
D I just love you mama, I'm so glad you are here.

When we get home he can hardly contain his excitment of being home. He's playing and running around. It took him an hour to settle in and take a nap. Not sick, not sick at all.

That little terd.
I need to buy a copy of the boy who cried wolf.

Pops is the big 70


I can't believe Vern is 70!

The kids and I went up on Saturday. I made him a cake, which I am quite proud of, and we brought a bunch of balloons.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

First day of school

Yippee,
Davis and Derek are back in School.
Davis had a good, but more imprtantly dry first day of school.





Whatever you do, Davis, don't look at the camera!

Potty Training...again

Yes, it is another blog about potty training. It has taken over my life.

So it is Monday and I am taking Davis to get a new backpack and lunch box for school since he has never had a new one. Thanks to Big D he always winds up with a hand me down.
We venture out in big boy underwear because I am done with pull ups.

JoAnn fabrics 9:45
Me Do you need to go potty?
D NO

Pottery Barn kids at the mall 10:30ish
D Mama pee pee's coming out
Me Shit (under my breath). Here sit in your stroller we are going to the bathroom.

Mall bathroom 10:32ish
Me Davis you pooped in your new Diego underwear.
D pee pee and poo poo come out.
Me Say goodbye to Diego he is going in the trash.
D Bye bye Diego. (he could care less)

We buy a backpack and lunch box and call it a day.

Home 12:00ish
Me Do you need to go potty
D Nope

1:15ish
D Mama pee pee's coming out.
So I clean up a puddle of pee on my carpet.

2:30ish
D Mama pee pee's coming out.
That's right again same spot I clean up a puddle of pee on my carpet.

3:15 We are heading out to pick up Derek from school.
Me You have to sit on the potty before we get in the car.
D (on the potty) No pee pee's coming out
Shocking seeing how he just peed twice on the carpet.

3:30 Doctor's office for well checks
Derek and Davis both drink up their Tylenol to get a chicken pox vaccine. They always fill the little dispenser cup with water to wash it down. So Davis was standing on a little kid chair to reach the water in the room. He gets down and what do ya know...
D Pee pees come out! (splatter splatter)
The poor nurse throws some paper towels down and watches me clean up. I don't blame her a bit and told her that I would clean it up b/c who wants to clean up some other kid's pee. I don't want to clean up my own kids pee.
Nurse Umm are they ready for their shots?
Me No let me get him in dry clothes.
It is at this moment that I sit down in the little kid chair to take off the wet clothes and put on the dry when I realize that the pee pee started coming out BEFORE he got off the chair and I am now sitting in it.

So great after 3 "accident" clean ups I sit in the 4th. NEAT.