Yesterday:
My precious blonde: Mom, when are you going to see Kevin?
Me: huh? Oh, the Kevin I work with, next time I'm at work
My precious blonde: No mama! No!!!!!
Me: Why don't you want me to see Kevin?
My precious blonde: I don't want you to die and go see Kevin, you know, the Kevin who lives with God.
Me: Oh...Heaven....not for a long time!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
First Sleepover
I heard a comedian the other day who talked about Halloween when he was little:
Your parents tell you that you can dress like anything you want, knock on strangers doors, get all the candy you can possibly carry, stay up past bedtime, the night is yours! But oh yeah, there is one little thing... people might put razors in the candy to try and kill you so make sure to check it first.
I tend to be slightly neurotic. That's what happens when you work in Mental Health (at least that's my excuse, I was likely crazy before college too...but my education fine-tuned it!). I had a talk with Rylee before her first non-relative sleepover (which she is at right now, and I'm not even driving by the people's house stalking them...yet.....yay for me!). I told her "you are such a big girl, and I'm so proud of you. You are going to have a blast having milkshakes, movies, and a make-over! How fun to sleep over. Are you excited? (R - "Yes"). Great, well we don't know these people very well, so make sure to go in the bathroom and lock the door to change, same thing for going potty. Do not change in front of her parents. You tell me if anyone makes you feel funny. Grab the phone and call 911 if anyone hurts you." Her little face went from excited to scared to death. Crap.
Fast forward 1 hour...I sidetracked her, got her back on the excited train, got my neurosis in check. Then I couldn't find her. I walked in our room, where her Police Officer dad was having the same talk with her. Poor baby...
Tough balance talking with your kids and warning them...yet not scaring the crap out of them. I hugged her goodbye and sent her on her way, with tears in my eyes (seriously, you would think she was going off to war). I think we need to watch less Marley and Me in our house, we're sappy and emotional.
And as a head's up....if your child is doing a sleepover at someone's house and you don't know them well, plug the parents names into azsexoffender.com, also the Maricopa County Courts website to make sure they have no criminal records, you can also check out if they have any financial liens against them at the Arizona Recorder's website......just saying....not admitting.
Your parents tell you that you can dress like anything you want, knock on strangers doors, get all the candy you can possibly carry, stay up past bedtime, the night is yours! But oh yeah, there is one little thing... people might put razors in the candy to try and kill you so make sure to check it first.
I tend to be slightly neurotic. That's what happens when you work in Mental Health (at least that's my excuse, I was likely crazy before college too...but my education fine-tuned it!). I had a talk with Rylee before her first non-relative sleepover (which she is at right now, and I'm not even driving by the people's house stalking them...yet.....yay for me!). I told her "you are such a big girl, and I'm so proud of you. You are going to have a blast having milkshakes, movies, and a make-over! How fun to sleep over. Are you excited? (R - "Yes"). Great, well we don't know these people very well, so make sure to go in the bathroom and lock the door to change, same thing for going potty. Do not change in front of her parents. You tell me if anyone makes you feel funny. Grab the phone and call 911 if anyone hurts you." Her little face went from excited to scared to death. Crap.
Fast forward 1 hour...I sidetracked her, got her back on the excited train, got my neurosis in check. Then I couldn't find her. I walked in our room, where her Police Officer dad was having the same talk with her. Poor baby...
Tough balance talking with your kids and warning them...yet not scaring the crap out of them. I hugged her goodbye and sent her on her way, with tears in my eyes (seriously, you would think she was going off to war). I think we need to watch less Marley and Me in our house, we're sappy and emotional.
And as a head's up....if your child is doing a sleepover at someone's house and you don't know them well, plug the parents names into azsexoffender.com, also the Maricopa County Courts website to make sure they have no criminal records, you can also check out if they have any financial liens against them at the Arizona Recorder's website......just saying....not admitting.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The surveillance system
So when Todd got a surveillance system for the house a few weeks ago, I wasn't really thrilled. I mean, seriously, do we need to have cameras all over and two monitors? We're not in the mafia, I promise.
Our lawn service guys were suppose to come today. Todd left a check under the front mat when he went to run errands. When he got back, he remembered that the lawn guys weren't coming due to Veteran's Day so he went to get the check back. It was gone.
We went to the monitor. It just runs live feed, but when there is motion, it starts recording. So we went back to all the motion detected today. First we saw two Jehovah's Witnesses walk up to the door and open their Bible. Nope, they didn't steal the check. Then, in the next frame we saw the check poking out from the corner of the mat. Fast forward a few minutes, and the neighbor girl comes over to play. She rings the door bell. She looks at the check. She looks in the house windows. She picks up the check and runs away. Ha, busted! Poor kiddo, Todd called her mom and she had to come apologize and bring the check (all ripped up) back over.
I guess Todd wins this battle.
Our lawn service guys were suppose to come today. Todd left a check under the front mat when he went to run errands. When he got back, he remembered that the lawn guys weren't coming due to Veteran's Day so he went to get the check back. It was gone.
We went to the monitor. It just runs live feed, but when there is motion, it starts recording. So we went back to all the motion detected today. First we saw two Jehovah's Witnesses walk up to the door and open their Bible. Nope, they didn't steal the check. Then, in the next frame we saw the check poking out from the corner of the mat. Fast forward a few minutes, and the neighbor girl comes over to play. She rings the door bell. She looks at the check. She looks in the house windows. She picks up the check and runs away. Ha, busted! Poor kiddo, Todd called her mom and she had to come apologize and bring the check (all ripped up) back over.
I guess Todd wins this battle.
Date Night
I was at a function at Maddie's preschool the other day and a mom asked me how many kids I have. I explained that I have 3 girls. She responded "I'm sorry, how awful." It hit me in my gut. She was insulting the loves of my life. I think girls are amazing. More amazing than that though, is the side of my husband I get to see.
We were sitting at dinner tonight when Maddie was doing her craziness at the table. Todd told her to stop or "we won't get to have ice-cream like we planned." I immediately lit up..."Yes, Ice Cream?!?!" I love taking the kids to ice cream, it just thrills me (ok, so I really just love eating the ice cream, but it sounds better to say I like taking my kids). Todd gently let me know, "um...not you...just me and Maddie." Todd may not always pick up his clothes, clean up after himself, etc...but he makes his daughters feel loved.
I love what "date nights" entail. I get to talk with the special girl about dates. "Why did your daddy pick just you?" "What do you say when he buys you ice cream?" "Remember to let him open the door for you and push in your chair."
They got home from their date and I asked Maddie again "why did your daddy pick you?" She remembered "He treasures me." Wow.
We were sitting at dinner tonight when Maddie was doing her craziness at the table. Todd told her to stop or "we won't get to have ice-cream like we planned." I immediately lit up..."Yes, Ice Cream?!?!" I love taking the kids to ice cream, it just thrills me (ok, so I really just love eating the ice cream, but it sounds better to say I like taking my kids). Todd gently let me know, "um...not you...just me and Maddie." Todd may not always pick up his clothes, clean up after himself, etc...but he makes his daughters feel loved.
I love what "date nights" entail. I get to talk with the special girl about dates. "Why did your daddy pick just you?" "What do you say when he buys you ice cream?" "Remember to let him open the door for you and push in your chair."
They got home from their date and I asked Maddie again "why did your daddy pick you?" She remembered "He treasures me." Wow.
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