Up Down Up Down

I had a lunch date with my favorite Little Man the other day since Sweet Girl went to lunch with one her friends. So we headed to Joe's Farm Grill, one of our favorite places. It's a yummy farm restaurant that used to be someone house and is in the middle of an urban farm. There is also a coffee shop there that has cupcakes and assorted items and so I told him we could get desert there.

We finish up lunch and head over to get a cupcake. Little Man makes his selection of the cruelty free cupcakes (a little over the top if you ask me, I mean really you need cruelty free cupcakes??? Maybe it helps people with weird issues eat them, who knows. But a cupcake is a cupcake in my book and I really don't think the wheat used for the flour was treated cruelly in any other cupcake I've eaten. But I digress.). He selects a mixed berry with cherry frosting, it looks good. I go with the cruelly made choco chip pumpkin scone. It's not cruelty free, but I don't care because if you think about it, chewing it up into mush is pretty cruel too. So I eat that sucker and enjoy the whole damn thing. But again I digress.

I look over at Little Man who is looking down at his shorts with this odd look, which usually indicates he's spilled something. I take a look and nothings there. So I ask him what's wrong. And what he says is not anything I was expecting. I mean NOT EVEN CLOSE. He says "nothing is wrong, I'm making my penis move. Up down, up down, up down."
I stifle my laughter and tell him "That's great Little Man, now finish your cupcake."

Ah the joys of a boy!

It's About Time

I am probably going to jinx myself here but thank you Jesus for finally cooling the weather down for me. We had triple digits until the beginning of October. For the love of all that is holy that is just wrong. I know we live in the desert but seriously 106 on Oct 1? Wrong. Just wrong I tell you.

But right now there are 70's forecasted for this week! 70's!!! Of course this could change 10 times before Wednesday when the temp is supposed to be 76 and then 73 on Thursday! And next week it's even going to be 70. I am anxious to turn off our air conditioner and open the windows. I am anxious to feel the chill in the house and maybe even turning on the fireplace. I am also excited about wearing jeans and long sleeved shirts comfortably and shoes WITH socks! I love the flip flop but am ready for some actual shoes.

Here's to cooler weather!! Bring it on!

So Now What?

I thought for sure I would have more time to write posts after I stopped working but that just isn't the case. I used a lot of work time to do my blog posts and now that I don't actually sit down to work, I don't actually sit down to blog either. I think about it but don't login to do it. I find this weird.

Let's see what's been happening since my last slacker post. Sweet Girl has been coming out of her shell at amazing speed. She is making friends while shopping at the Pottery Barn Kids store and playing at various places. This makes me so happy. Little Man is growing an at alarming rate, with as many questions as he can muster. Lord the kid comes out with some good ones. And they are so random and all over the map. I mean all over, from why can't you see God to how does fire get on the ceiling. That is in one conversation! And he will NOT accept I don't know as an answer. I make up a lot of shit I don't know. I try to make it sound as good or logical as possible but if he remembers it at any point and repeats it I'm sure that will be just great.

Sweet Girl is enjoying Girl Scouts. I am enjoying Girl Scouts too, actually. I've only wanted a shot of hard liquor after one meeting. Yeah... um...we've only had two meetings. Actually I really do enjoy it, that one meeting was right during PMS. 15 six year olds and PMS yeah they don't mix. Don't try it, just trust me on that one. Or maybe if you're some kind of masochist you can try it. Go ahead but I warned you.

I'll be back and more regular. Like fiber.

New Routine

Today marks the end of the second week I have not worked. It has been strange not having to get up and flip on the laptop and start working. I honestly can't say I miss it at all. The first few days I always felt like I needed to check email or was late for a conference call. But now I don't even give that a second thought. I figured it would take longer but maybe it was due to not having a lot of time to give it some thought. Last week, the first week sans work, Little Man was home every day sick. He had some random fever and cough and the poor thing didn't do anything but lie in bed and watch TV.

So far this week, I've kept busy getting ready for our first Girl Scout meeting (quite a success I might add), had lunch with a friend, got my hair cut and colored and volunteered at Sweet Girls school two days. I have a new respect for teachers. I don't think I could that every day. I helped in Sweet Girls class working with groups doing contractions and writing sentences with quotes. I did enjoy it I must say and will probably try to do it weekly.

Now it's time to clean out Sweet Girls room, she's a bit of a hoarder and her crap needs to be thinned out. It's much easier to do when she is not around!

A Moment Then Gone

My Sweet Girl has been sick this week. She missed two days of school and officially has tarnished the potential goal of perfect attendance for her entire academic career. Leo was the one who brought that up.

I know my kids are growing up and getting bigger. They are really almost too big to carry around anymore. But I was carrying her down the hall and she had a good grip on me, a nice engaging hug, when it really hit me. They will never been this little again. Ever. They will only get more difficult to carry and won't fit on my lap much longer. It made me kind of sad really.

They really do grow up too fast. It does seem like only a moment ago they were babies and now Sweet Girl is in 1st grade and Little Man not much behind her.

Soon the moment of childhood will be over and they'll be leaving for college.

At least for now they both like their mom, think I know everything, are convinced I can see through walls and out of the back of my head, and still even though really they are too big they like to be carried. Sweet Girl doesn't mind that I walk with her in the morning line up at school or that I give her a hug and kiss in front of all those people.

Proof positive that I should be enjoying all the moments I can because soon the childhood, my mom is the best moments will be gone.

On My Honor

Watch out people, I've agreed to become a Troop Leader for Sweet Girl's Daisy Girl Scout Troop. I have reached a new level of momhood. I will lead a Troop of 15 5/6 year olds.

Was this by choice?
Well yes and no.

I wanted Sweet Girl to be part of Girl Scouts, I was a Girl Scout when I was younger and still remember the fun I had, even a few years later when I put on my uniform that was 4 sizes too small and decided it was a good idea to roller skate down the street in it but I digress that is another story for another day. I wanted her to join to help her make more friends, gain some more confidence and experience new and fun things (hoping she never does the rollerskating bit). And the Troop was full. Maybe it was maybe it wasn't, but that's what I was told. I think maybe she said that to lay the groundwork for the next guilt inducing comment to the effect of 'The biggest issue in starting new Troops so all the girls can experience Girl Scouts is adult leadership. Would you be interested in volunteering?"

Ah see I got suckered, and I know it. Maybe it was all the cookie selling practice they have? Who knows. Or maybe I just give in to guilt to easily.

So I suckered convinced one of Sweet Girl's friends mom to join me on the journey of molding the minds of 5/6 year old girls and preparing them to be the best damn Daisy Troop ever.

It will be fun.
What the hell was I thinking?
It will be fun.
OMG, how much stuff do I have to know?
What the hell was I thinking?
It will be fun.
It will be fun.
I'm doing it for Sweet Girl.
Damnit to hell if she decides to drop out, no way she's doing that.
It will be fun.

These are my thoughts the past few weeks leading up to our first ever meeting. That meeting hasn't happened yet, so officially I could still bail but I won't. I'm doing it. And I'm going to have fun.

Damn Barbies

I played with Barbies when I was a kid and really I LOVED it. I had so much fun playing Barbies. My Barbies had lives and stories, the whole nine yards. Ask my sister, she'll tell you. She will probably also tell you my Barbies were also sometimes gay, and silly and sometimes they had a lot of sex. And poor Ken, there was a like a 10:1 ratio. Ken had many roles - Father, brother, boyfriend, etc.

But now not so much. Now, I CANNOT STAND IT. I am happy Sweet Girl has Barbies and enjoys playing with them. She has a castle instead of a dream house. She has a jeep and carriage instead of the corvette. She has an assload of Barbies, still only 4 Ken dolls so the ratio is the same even now. And when she asks me if I want to play Barbies with her I cringe. Because I don't to play. I cannot explain it. I would rather watch Barney for 24 hours straight than play Barbies. I try to divert her and play something else, like a game or cards or something. Sometimes this works. Sometimes it doesn't and I have to play. I do my best to seem interested and excited about it. But I have to tell you it's like some form of torture for me.
Don't get me wrong I love doing things with her and playing with her, just not playing Barbies.

She'll probably end up in therapy because I didn't engage with her on things SHE liked to do.