Wednesday, September 17, 2014

School News from Bubbly B

N is studying the Explorers and an idiot created some new ridiculous way to do long division that isn't any less steps.  So it's useless and I can't figure it out nor explain it to my child. Therefore making homework pointless if I can't actually help my child at HOME with his WORK.
That's all I know about what's happening in fifth grade. 

In first grade Bubbly B's teacher wore a new shirt last week that he really liked and tells me he told her as much.  He has 7 members in his Digging Club at recess and he's upset that the number isn't higher.  He'd really like to have at least 12 or 17 kids in his club.  Last week he had more but Nathan didn't want to dig anymore,  "I told him tomorrow we could do what he wanted to do but today we had to dig, that's what a digging club does."

"Karly likes digging club but she comes and goes in the club, girls!" (eye roll included)

"Also Nathan told the class that when he was camping he was bit by a snake. He's the second smartest kid in our class and I think that snake just wanted some of his smarts."

"Black widow spiders can bite you and kill you. Tarantula's are orange and black and totally harmless Mama."

These two are brothers.  Same Mother and Father.  Same petri dish during In Vitro Fertilization.....and yet they couldn't be more opposite.

And maybe First Grade really is awesome. 

Side note: I no responsibility if any of these above named facts are true or not, it's a crap shoot when it comes from Bubbly B.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Freaking Love with A Six Year Old

Me: I love you baby.  Everyday.  No matter what.  Do you know that?
B: Yep.  I love you too.  Even when you make me freaking crazy. 

Monday, August 18, 2014

Homework With A Six Year Old or How I Poked My Eyes Out On The 3rd Week of School

I knew this year would be the year that homework got really shitty.  What I wasn't expecting was the trouble was going to be from First grade, or rather the child in it. 

B: I did my homework, I'm done.
Me: You only did one sentence.  You have to make a sentence for each spelling word.
B: No, it's just one word.
Me:  Lets read the directions.  "Make a riddle for each spelling word."  What does each mean?
B: I know what each means but I know I only have to pick one word.
Me: Really?  (This is my go to phrase as my patience is walking running out the door.)
B: (looking straight at me) Were you in my class? No. I know the rules. 

Eye rub, three sips from my drink and a nose twitch later....

Me: Okay, I'm taking you to school tomorrow.  I'll park and walk you in and we will go ask your teacher the directions, how about that?
B: Nevermind.  I'll just do it. 

Mom -1
B - 23, 318
Someday I'll even the score, someday. 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Karma Loves Me!

I imagine Karma is a large man sitting in royal chair with a long red beard.  His fingers are chubby and covered in chocolate.   He's comfortably dressed for lounging and watching the show that he creates in my life.  On a large screen in front of him is the story of my life and he is an active participator.

This week's episode is Name all of Kellie's kids' teachers the same name.  On a white board next to him are listed dates with dollar amounts.  These are the bets of those around him to see how quickly I can screw up and email the wrong teacher.

No worries, my bet is there too.  By August 29, I am sure of it.

Welcome Back to the School Year Crazy Cats!!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Bad Parenting and Oreo Cookies - Hand in Hand

I took Bubbly B with me to the store to get spaghetti sauce for dinner.  By the way I had an actual can of spaghetti sauce and I thought I could spice it up and make it work.  It's going over noodles, how hard could this be?  I opened the can into the pan and tasted it.  Terrible!  Odd.  I checked the date.....use by 2011.  (insert hysterical laugh)  So B and I headed off to the store.  Of course walking in and grabbing one jar is a waste considering the cost of gas it took to get there so several other items creeped into our hands.  I sent B in search of Oreos.  Don't judge me. 

B slides chocolate Oreo's onto the conveyor belt.
"What are these?"
"Chocolate Oreos.  Don't they look great?"
"B, no, we are not getting Chocolate Oreos. Take those back and get the regular Oreo's.  No Birthday cake or double stuff either."

A few minutes later....

B sets a package of regular Oreo's down and pouts.  "Why can't we try something new?  We always get the same stuff.  I need to try new things, my body needs new things." 
I deadpan him.  He can't be serious.
"B there are some things you don't mess with and Oreo cookies are one of them."
"But what if these are better?"
"Not possible.  Plus I am not spending my money on something I don't want to eat."

Yes like a blinding light I already hear the irony happening.  If I buy the Oreo's I don't want to eat, I might have to quit complaining that my butt is getting bigger and bigger.  I might see the scale go down instead of up.  I might sit on the couch and not have to relax after the eat-the-Oreos-till-I-feel-sick moment.  Which by the way is the only way I am capable of eating them.  Only two ass.  Well clearly!  More importantly I might have to say to my kid, "Hey that's a great idea, you are right, go buy the crappy ruined Oreo's."  Yeah that's not gonna happen.

A few minutes later.....

"Mama, what if I use my money and buy the Oreo's?"
"That sounds like a great plan."
"Cool, lets go get my tooth fairy money."

Reason number 43,297 why my parenting skills are questionable. 

Monday, May 12, 2014

Full Time Jobs Anyone....Anyone?

It's that time of the year.  Each kid comes homes with colorful pieces of paper, my in box is filled with emails and my mailbox is stuffed with colorful catalogs of classes available this summer to keep my kids busy, challenged, engaged, entertained.....

Field trips to the Science Museum, Movie theaters, pizza restaurants, Lego building classes, Engineering classes, Guitar lessons, Classes to teach writing/drawling/computers/chess/gambling - okay maybe not gambling just making sure you are still with me, however every sport you can imagine has classes available.

Sounds great...right?

You know when these classes are?

Monday through Friday 8am - 12pm.  That's Noon, as in, in the middle of the day!!

If these don't work around your know because I HAVE A FULL TIME JOB AND CAN NOT LEAVE MY JOB TO PICK KIDS UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY, you can always put your child(ren) in Summer Camp.

It's available for you....and your kids....from 8:00 - 2:30!!  Oh and they charge more than I make from 8:00-2:30 by the way.

My job doesn't end at 2:30, neither does most of the Full Time Working People in this world. It seems if the cities and school districts wanted to make some decent money they would cater more to the people who have full time jobs....and a paycheck...!

just saying

PS I'd say this Mom was a picture of me, but I can't for the life of me figure out what is in her hand. 

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Conversation w/a 6 year old

When my youngest opens his mouth, those of us who know him, prepare.  When he begins to talk it’s a crap shoot of many ideas.  It may be shocking, funny or tall tales.  I've learned I am never prepared for what is about to follow.  If you don't believe me, just read back about a year ago when he informed his preschool....yes PRESCHOOL friends....that "Pwesident Obama is making wule that boys havta marry boys and girls hafta marry girls."  

Today wasn't any different. 

My boys woke me at 6 am which is my house is ungodly for a weekend.  Work and school necessary – yes but not on a weekend.  So by 10 am we had gone to breakfast, got the car washed, replaced all the winter clothes with summer clothes and done three loads of laundry.  I was in need of a nap…or caffeine.  So I decided to lay down on my bed while Bubbly B watched Bill Nye the Science Guy videos on the computer.
An hour or so later we went over to my cousins house.  Visiting her from out of state was a cousin who is expecting a baby in June.  This is how the conversation went.

Megan (BB 5 yr old cousin): See Paola’s belly, she has a baby in there.
Bubbly B: Are you having a boy or a girl?
Paola: I don’t know.
BB: Oh it’s easy.  I  know how. 
Paola: Yeah?  How?
BB:  There is an X and X and they come from the mother, and the Dad has an X and Y.  So if the Dad gives the Mom an Y it’s a boy and if he gives her an X it’s a girl.
Megan:  (stares blankly at BB)
Paola: (stares blankly at BB for a bit) Where did you learn that, at school?
BB: Nope on a video. 

Thank you Bill Nye.  The best part is I later watched the episode and the whole show was about Probability.  Which seemed wildly appropriate for BB.

Here is BB reporting back what he learned to me.