Beach Bound!

However I am taking a pad of paper and pen because my children always have mortifying entertaining things to tell my brother which leads to great blog material. 

 

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More Mother of the Year Awards, more reasons why I'm Bat Sh*t Crazy, more awesome stories about those crazy boys, dating and life in general.  

Mother of the Year Award

We all have bad pictures of ourselves as kids.  Horrible outfits our parents picked out that was "in" at the time.  Or moments caught on film we really wish weren't.  My brothers like to remind my parents about the matching plaid monkey suits my parents had made and then photographed them in.  I like the family photo where my brothers and I all have the same bowl haircut.  My older brother will never live down the moment during my 8 year old birthday party when we had a fashion show.  My parents couldn't pick a winner (umm...hello...birthday girl??!) so they put my brother in a dress, wig and announced him the winner.  These are the moments we never forget.

This weekend I found the picture I will forever hear about from my boys.

Last week was B's preschool graduation.  Dressed in his "Graduation best" he sang his little heart out.  So sweet.  This deja vu moment kept coming to me and I just couldn't place it.  Until I went through some old blog posts and found it.

So I'm giving myself the Mother of the Year Award for perfectly creating that moment in the future I will hear about at every Christmas and Thanksgiving and every time my boys get together.  It will be mentioned in a wedding toast and Graduation speech in years to come.  Ahh...Motherhood!

The Preschool Years & Quotes By B

Oh the days of preschool.......

B: Zoe likes Ryan and I think it's 'cuz his hair is just like mine!

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B: Mama today on the playground Zoe played with Brady the WHOLE time.
Me: Honey, you are all friends.  You can all play with everybody.
B: Well, I'm devising a plan to lull her away from him.......maybe with a robotic arm.

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While on his throne in a public bathroom...
B: Mama, when wittle boys hafta use the girls baffroom, the government comes and removes them.
Me:  The government?
B: Yep. Army men storm the baffroom and rescue the wittle boys.

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In the backseat of the car, after school.
Me: Who did you play with on the playground?
B: Zoe, Shane, Conlin, and Megan.
Me: What did you play?
B: Super Heroes
Me: What was your super power?
B: My super power was supervising people.

Tell me that's not middle management in the making.

The last day for Preschool is tomorrow.  B cried tonight when I tucked him into bed and talked about his last day.  Be still my heart.  It's hard not to cry.  I know, I know....I'm always the one poking fun at the other Moms for crying.  I am going to miss these stories about these group of kids.  They've been in class together for two years.  The adore each other.  The love each other.  They fight.  The defend.  They plot.
They are awesome!

Classroom Stick Bug

 A fabulous teacher that let it crawl on her. 

A room full of friends to sing and dance with!

Best cowgirls around!!

Preschool was the best!!!

Update....Cooking

Just a quick update that I did bring a dish to share last Friday.  A pre made-store bought-I-don't-have-time-for-this dish. Success!

Just so you all believe me when I tell you about the fabulous-ness that was present at this event.  I took a picture.  There was a another layer but my son ate it before I could take a picture.

(Head to desk)

My kids can add this to the future therapy discussion topics.

Cooking again....for the perfect Moms.

So I have to bring a dish to the Mother's Day event at preschool on Friday.  Do you all remember my love loathing for cooking.  Well doing it for strangers just magnifies it...by a million.  

I also have a very limited time in order to make this happen, which just adds to the stress.  We all know some Moms are going to show up with perfect little dishes that are heavenly or healthy with gorgeous presentations.  

Mine, no doubt, will be the one that sloshed around on the plate because I was running ten minutes behind and had to speed to school thus narrowly missing that other car that I was forced to cut off at the last minute in order to shave off a mere three seconds from my commute time.  Yep....that dish!

I think I blogged last year about the dish I made.  Boxed pasta salad made to look like I slaved away.  

Point for me baby!!

This year I don't think I can pull off the same thing.  My mother always says, "Just open your cabinet and create something."  Clearly she hasn't seen my cabinets.  Let me show you.  

Seriously if there is not an AA pamphlet on my door by morning it's clear my family doesn't love me.

I could bring bowls, milk and cereal?

Goldfish crackers?  What kid doesn't love those?

Canned pears?  My kids love those things.  

Sprinkle with some cinnamon or some other random spice....ta da!!!

What do you think??

No Yelling Day 5

I think the biggest step I've made this week is just being aware of the tone of my voice when I speak to my kids.  I have not yelled.  I told my kids on Sunday about the challenge and it was harder than I expected to admit to my faults.  They seems to take it in stride though.  

Although B clarified a few things.

Me: B I want you to pick up your toys and get your pj's on.

B: What is it we say to you?

Me: Orange Rhino?

B: Orange Whino Mama.

Me: B I'm not yelling. Why did you say that?

B: Wewl, I don't wike what youre twelling me to do.

Me:  It doesn't work that way babe.  (laughing) 

So we re-clarified the rules.  I have had my moments when I would have begun yelling but I've caught myself.  My home feels more calm.  Less stress.  I like that.  

How are you doing?