Chillin' By The Pool

Literally. Shawn was brave and went in, but it was really really cold. The type of cold that if you stay very still, you get use to it. But if you make even the slightest move, a chill runs through your body. That cold.

Charlie will be taking swimming lessons this summer. Hopefully he will be wearing a suit next time you see him in the water.

Tap Tap Tap. . . Is This Thing On?

I am doing a school-wide project making kites. Every kid in the school is making one. There are over 700 kids in the school and about 25 classes. I was in a classroom the other day doing the lesson. Keep in mind, this particular class would be the second to last class in the school to make them, and they had created quite the stir. Most classes cheered when I walked into the class with the kite-making materials.

I get to the front of the room and start my lesson. Below is the synopsis of the lesson:

Me: Today we are making kites.

Blah Blah Blah kites Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah kite. Blah Blah Blah your kite. Blah Blah Blah kites Blah. Blah Blah Blah Blah kite. Blah Blah Blah.

Blah Blah kites Blah Blah Blah your kite .

I then ask the students to bring up their decorated kites so I can attach the string and handle. I ask the class at the end if there is anyone who has not gotten their string and their handle. I look around the room and see one student happily coloring her kite with no string or handle attached.

Me: Can you please bring up your kite so I can attach the string and handle?

Student: What kite?

Update

Not much going on here. I just thought I would post something so that you all knew we were alive and well, out here in the desert.

Mother's Day was nice. Nice and calm. No puking. No ambulance rides. It was actually kind of boring. I did get homemade waffles with whipped cream and fruit made by Shawn. He followed a recipe and everything. It was very sweet. And I also got PF Changs for dinner. Yummmm.

AJ made me a cute coupon book full of chores he will do. He makes one for me every year. I have never cashed any of the coupons in. I think he is onto me and that is why he makes them. I may wait until he is 20, show up at his frat house with 12 years of coupon books in hand, and demand he fulfill his obligations. I crack myself up.

The iPod that I won from the writing contest came in the mail yesterday. It is actually much cooler than the one I have now. Except the one I have now was given to me by Shawn and is inscribed on the back. That is what I get for marrying an engineer- engraved electronics.

But the great thing was that the iPod also came with speakers. I can plug my iPod into and it will play my playlist like a regular radio. Very cool.

The school year is winding down. I get asked daily if I will do the job again next year. I had a pretty horrible day today, so I am glad the principal did not ask me today. Because the answer would have been a big fat "NO!". But most days I do like it. It really is a fun job. And there are the moments like I had today, where I overheard one student say to another "You can't fail art. There is no right or wrong way to do it." And I realize they ARE listening. And then I think I may stay on another week.

Ahhh, Parenthood

This has been an interesting day.

We had many things planned, some mundane, some fun. But basically, while Shawn and AJ were at the soccer games, Charlie and I were going to do some errands to prepare for the two birthday parties we were going to this afternoon.

Charlie and I head off to Target to get the two required birthday gifts, some fabric softner so I can finish the laundry, and stuff for lunch. It seemed like such a simple plan. But when I went around to get Charlie out of the car, I was met with what can only be described as a "Charlie shaped puke fountain". So, I try to clean him up as best I can. I strip him down and wipe him off. And then get back in the car to go back home to hose him, the car seat and myself off.

I get him in the bath, then dressed and then down for the obviously much needed nap. I am at the computer when Shawn walks in and starts the conversation with " Now, don't freak out". He continues the conversation with: "AJ was hurt at soccer. He is ok, but he is being taken by ambulance to the hospital to be checked out because he hurt his head. "

AJ apparently got plowed over by another, larger, kid during the game and fell back and hit the back of his head on the ground really hard. He never lost consciousness or anything. But because it was his head, when it was suggested an ambulance be called, Shawn agreed. Poor AJ was strapped to a backboard, complete with neck collar.

After a few x-rays, it was determined that he was just fine. I guess being hard headed has its advantages.

But, I have to say I was very touched by all the well wishes on FB, and the concern of the parents there at the field. All the pacing and hand wringing on our behalf was appreciated.

As I write this, both kids are back to their normal selves. Another day, another bullet dodged.

And, Here is The Link to Vote

http://www.goodnites.com/na/bedtime-games-stories/bedtime-theater/Contest-Voting.aspx

Just copy and paste this into your browser each day to vote.

Thanks again!

VOTE NOW !!!!!!! (please)

On a whim last month I entered a writing contest at BedtimeTheater.com. There was an audio story about a boy with a magic bed who had grand adventures. The assignment was to add another chapter onto the story. So, I listened to the entire thing and then wrote my own very short (I think the limit was 150 words or less) chapter. However, I did try to incorporate some components of the other chapters into mine. I am all about the flow.

Well, I got to the finals. I also won a iPod Nano! Yeah me! But the grand prize winner gets $2,500!!!! And although I am grateful for the Nano, I am married to a Mac addict. That means we have more iPods then most people have drink coasters. I wish I was kidding. And the truly sad thing is I still don't know how to load mine. But don't tell Shawn. I think if he found out he was married to a woman who was almost 40 and still didn't know how to download music, he might divorce said woman. Again, I wish I was kidding.

The contest lasts until May 14th. And the person that can drum up the most votes, wins the grand prize. And yes, I realize that the grand prize winner is not selected solely on merit. And I do realize that it is all about how many people I can talk into voting for me. But, it was a national contest so it was very cool to get picked as a finalist regardless. (I almost used the non-word irregardless right there, just to throw Shawn into another tizzy. But I digress. So many buttons, so little time. . . )

Ok, enough brow beating. Please vote for Iggy and The Bike Bell. You may vote once a day, so keep the votes coming. I appreciate it, and so does Charlie's Wooster fund.

Sorry About The Global Warming

After Charlie opens the fridge door, (a new trick- I mean skill) a variation of the following conversation takes place:

Me: Do you want strawberries?

Charlie: No

Me: Do you want cheese?

Charlie: No

Me: Do you want juice?

Charlie: No

Me: Do you want turkey?

Charlie: No

Me: (Exasperated) What do you want?

Charlie: Strawberries

At this point I usually want the wine.