The Diva has clearly been here before. Tomorrow night she is going to spend some time with Grammy and Grandpa, so Daddy-0 and I are getting a date night. Funny how now that we live near more family we are actually getting the chance to date each other again. I like it! So, I told The Diva that she was going to go to Grammy's on Saturday night and the conversation when down like this.
Diva- What will you and Daddy do while I am at Grammy's?
Me-I don't know. What do you think Daddy and I should do?
Diva-Well, you could go have some sodas. Or you could go dance! And you could have adult drinks. And when you dance, you have to hold hands and dance like this (demonstrating the waltz she often does with her daddy).
Funny thing is we probably will go out dancing. And adult drinks will most likely be involved in the evening. The other funny thing is I rarely drink "adult drinks", and I can't remember the last time Daddy-o and I went dancing. So where she gets this stuff, I have no idea.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Displays of affection
Daddy-o and I have known each other for 6+ years, been "a couple" for 5 years, and have been married for 3 1/2 years. Back in the day, when our relationship was new, I would swoon when he would bring me flowers. I would melt when he would give me a sweet "just because" card. When he wrote "I love you" on the bathroom mirror, I thought I was in Heaven. But after being together for some time, it is easy for those romantic gestures to drop off a bit. I give Daddy-o credit, I still get cards and flowers and such, and I do sweet things for him too. But today, Daddy-o did something for me that brought back all those "new love feelings".
Mornings are a hectic time for me. Daddy-o leaves before The Diva and I, and I take on all of the morning, getting ready for the day jobs. I give props to those of you who have to get several people ready in the morning ( my dear friend doodlebelle) because getting just The Diva and I ready to go is a bit crazy at times. Today I got everything done, tidied up a bit, got us in our cold weather gear and headed out the door. It was cold enough to create a thin layer of ice on the winshield and windows, I could see my neigbor's frosty car as soon as I stepped outside my door. But when I got to my car I noticed something miraculous. My dear old Ford Focus had been srcaped clean already. Daddy-o took the time out of his morning to make mine a bit easier. Six years ago if someone had told me that a man scraping the ice off of my windshield would make me feel like a big puddle of goo I would have laughed. But I tell you what, showing love can be as simple as taking a few minutes to make your partner's day just a tad bit easier. It sure worked for us!
Mornings are a hectic time for me. Daddy-o leaves before The Diva and I, and I take on all of the morning, getting ready for the day jobs. I give props to those of you who have to get several people ready in the morning ( my dear friend doodlebelle) because getting just The Diva and I ready to go is a bit crazy at times. Today I got everything done, tidied up a bit, got us in our cold weather gear and headed out the door. It was cold enough to create a thin layer of ice on the winshield and windows, I could see my neigbor's frosty car as soon as I stepped outside my door. But when I got to my car I noticed something miraculous. My dear old Ford Focus had been srcaped clean already. Daddy-o took the time out of his morning to make mine a bit easier. Six years ago if someone had told me that a man scraping the ice off of my windshield would make me feel like a big puddle of goo I would have laughed. But I tell you what, showing love can be as simple as taking a few minutes to make your partner's day just a tad bit easier. It sure worked for us!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Tagged
Well, it has now happened to me! I have been tagged by Alissa to share six things about myself. I wll leave it up to you to decide whether or not the things I share are interesting. As far as spreading the taggy love, most of the people that I know read this blog have been tagged. So if you are reading, and someone hasn't tagged you, considered yourself tagged now! Here we go-
1) In college I took a trip to Puerto Rico and made my way through the rainforest with a machete.
2) I have a huge foot phobia. Watching people touch their feet creeps me out.
3) I have to tap the top of a soda can five times with my right index finger before I open it.
4) I really want to open a soup restaurant and call it Souped Up. If you happen to open a soup restaurant, please don't steal my name. K? Thanks.
5) I had pre-eclampsia when I was pregnant with the Diva. This caused her to be 6 weeks early. I then suffered ppd, and I am still a bit afraid to get pregnant again because of these two things.
6) When I was single, I used to go by a fake name in bars, and sometimes wear a fake engagement ring to ward off creepy guys. My roommate and I always made up stories about our fake identities and we once told someone we were in town for a tupperware convention.
1) In college I took a trip to Puerto Rico and made my way through the rainforest with a machete.
2) I have a huge foot phobia. Watching people touch their feet creeps me out.
3) I have to tap the top of a soda can five times with my right index finger before I open it.
4) I really want to open a soup restaurant and call it Souped Up. If you happen to open a soup restaurant, please don't steal my name. K? Thanks.
5) I had pre-eclampsia when I was pregnant with the Diva. This caused her to be 6 weeks early. I then suffered ppd, and I am still a bit afraid to get pregnant again because of these two things.
6) When I was single, I used to go by a fake name in bars, and sometimes wear a fake engagement ring to ward off creepy guys. My roommate and I always made up stories about our fake identities and we once told someone we were in town for a tupperware convention.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Time to Shave
I am usually really good about shaving because I hate stubble. I guess I have been slacking, what with everyone in the house being sick every two days exactly, work, election stuff, the diva thinking 4:00 am is a good time to play the xylophone (thanks Daylight Savings Time!), etc. This morning the Diva crawled up on my lap and said, Mommy, your legs are so SCRATCHY!!!!! Why are your legs so scratchy?" I am off to correct this situation.
Friday, November 7, 2008
She really is paying attention
Within the last week our entire family (all three of us) got the 24 hour stomach bug. We each got it exactly two days apart. I was the last to get it. On Monday I was really in the thick of it and had to stay home from work. We have a futon in our family room, so in order to take advantage of the dvr while I tossed and turned in nausea town, I put it down flat-bed style. The Diva cannot stand it when the futon is down flat for some reason. She is very particular about certain things, and this is one of them. Tuesday morning when we were up and getting ready for work/school, I still hadn't put the futon back in it's upright position. In my defense, I was still feeling pretty crappy but I had to be a trooper and tough it out. The Diva walks up to me while I am packing up my school bag and says:
Diva ( In a very calm, rational voice): Mommy, you have a choice. You can pick up this couch or you can go take a time out in your room.
Me: Diva, did you just tell me to go take a time out in my room?
Diva: No, I said you have a CHOICE. You can pick this couch up, OR you can go take a time out in your room. It's your choice.
Ah, my own words coming back to haunt me in my little bossy gal. I want her to feel as equal as she can as a member of our family, but there still is a bit of a pecking order. I was truly chuckling on the inside, as this is how most disciplinary conversations with the diva go. We do use time out ( I sometimes call it "time to yourself"), and I try to remind the Diva that she has a choice, and that her actions have either positive or negative consequences. This just goes to show that she is getting it.
If you have kiddos, do you use time out or some version of it?
Diva ( In a very calm, rational voice): Mommy, you have a choice. You can pick up this couch or you can go take a time out in your room.
Me: Diva, did you just tell me to go take a time out in my room?
Diva: No, I said you have a CHOICE. You can pick this couch up, OR you can go take a time out in your room. It's your choice.
Ah, my own words coming back to haunt me in my little bossy gal. I want her to feel as equal as she can as a member of our family, but there still is a bit of a pecking order. I was truly chuckling on the inside, as this is how most disciplinary conversations with the diva go. We do use time out ( I sometimes call it "time to yourself"), and I try to remind the Diva that she has a choice, and that her actions have either positive or negative consequences. This just goes to show that she is getting it.
If you have kiddos, do you use time out or some version of it?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
A way back playback
I don't know what made me think of this today, but somehow my mind wandered to a hilarious story from about 5 years ago, when I was teaching second grade. So funny that I just have to share it.
To culminate a unit on Energy, I was making Solar Oven S'mores with my students. Everyone was so excited about the project. We had made our pizza box solar ovens, had massive amounts of graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows and were ready to go. Making the Solar Ovens involves aluminum foil, and saran wrap as well, so I had extra on hand. I marched my anxious class out to the school's basketball court and we started to set up shop. My students were standing around me in circle, watching my every move. As I started assembling S'mores inside the ovens, one of my students "Mitch" approached me and asked "Ms. D, why do we need feminine oil?" I turned to look at him and he was looking up at me with sweet, brown, curious eyes. I was confused. "Why do we need what, Mitch?", I asked. Meanwhile I am racking my brain to figure out what the hell he is talking about, what kind of home he is living in and whether or not I need to involve the guidance department. Feminine oil? What is that? "The feminine OIL!", Mitch said again, clearly getting frustrated with me for not knowing what he meant. I took a breath and bravely asked Mitch to show me what he was talking about. He walked over and picked up the ALUMINUM FOIL. "Oh", I said. You mean aluminum foil!" I then explained to him what it was for (even though we had gone over it in class). I also had a really good laugh in the teacher's lounge that day. It remains one of my favorite "kid's say the darndest things" type teaching stories.
To culminate a unit on Energy, I was making Solar Oven S'mores with my students. Everyone was so excited about the project. We had made our pizza box solar ovens, had massive amounts of graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows and were ready to go. Making the Solar Ovens involves aluminum foil, and saran wrap as well, so I had extra on hand. I marched my anxious class out to the school's basketball court and we started to set up shop. My students were standing around me in circle, watching my every move. As I started assembling S'mores inside the ovens, one of my students "Mitch" approached me and asked "Ms. D, why do we need feminine oil?" I turned to look at him and he was looking up at me with sweet, brown, curious eyes. I was confused. "Why do we need what, Mitch?", I asked. Meanwhile I am racking my brain to figure out what the hell he is talking about, what kind of home he is living in and whether or not I need to involve the guidance department. Feminine oil? What is that? "The feminine OIL!", Mitch said again, clearly getting frustrated with me for not knowing what he meant. I took a breath and bravely asked Mitch to show me what he was talking about. He walked over and picked up the ALUMINUM FOIL. "Oh", I said. You mean aluminum foil!" I then explained to him what it was for (even though we had gone over it in class). I also had a really good laugh in the teacher's lounge that day. It remains one of my favorite "kid's say the darndest things" type teaching stories.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Stinkin' Traitor.
I would like to start this post by saying I don't care who you vote for just vote already! I would also like to say that anything I may say in the post is not meant to offend anyone, I promise.
Now, you may remember a while ago that the diva was an Obama supporter. She even said "I want my Barack Obama" I was so proud to be the mother of such a pollitically minded child. All that has changed. The Diva has figured out that a really good way to make mommy crazy is to say "John McCain" when I ask her who our next president should be. I do think it is pretty cool that she can identify both Barack Obama and John McCain, but come on now. She knows how I feel about this election. And I have over 27 years on her, she should defer to my expert knowledge. But oh no, this Diva thinks she has all the answers.
The other day when getting ready for work and preschool, the diva was drawing on her magna doodle. The conversation went down like this:
Diva: This is my job.
Me: What is your job?
Diva: It is my job to draw the President.
Me: Oh really? It is your job to draw the President?
Diva: Yes, President John McCain.
Me: Diva!!!!!! We want Barack Obama to be the next president!
Diva: Nope, it's John McCain. (giggling)
Now I start to get a little irrational-
Me: Diva, explain to me WHY you want John McCain to be president, do you support his beliefs?
Diva: John McCain John McCain John McCain!
Today I have no choice but to bring the Diva with me when I vote. So I am delighted that the little traitor has to watch me vote for Barack Obama. Sorry Diva and John McCain, but it's my vote. In another 16 years miss political opinions can vote for whoever she wants.
Now, you may remember a while ago that the diva was an Obama supporter. She even said "I want my Barack Obama" I was so proud to be the mother of such a pollitically minded child. All that has changed. The Diva has figured out that a really good way to make mommy crazy is to say "John McCain" when I ask her who our next president should be. I do think it is pretty cool that she can identify both Barack Obama and John McCain, but come on now. She knows how I feel about this election. And I have over 27 years on her, she should defer to my expert knowledge. But oh no, this Diva thinks she has all the answers.
The other day when getting ready for work and preschool, the diva was drawing on her magna doodle. The conversation went down like this:
Diva: This is my job.
Me: What is your job?
Diva: It is my job to draw the President.
Me: Oh really? It is your job to draw the President?
Diva: Yes, President John McCain.
Me: Diva!!!!!! We want Barack Obama to be the next president!
Diva: Nope, it's John McCain. (giggling)
Now I start to get a little irrational-
Me: Diva, explain to me WHY you want John McCain to be president, do you support his beliefs?
Diva: John McCain John McCain John McCain!
Today I have no choice but to bring the Diva with me when I vote. So I am delighted that the little traitor has to watch me vote for Barack Obama. Sorry Diva and John McCain, but it's my vote. In another 16 years miss political opinions can vote for whoever she wants.
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