Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I HATE Third Grade

I took Noelle out on a little "date" last Tuesday as a celebration of her last day of summer / first day of school starting.  Gavin took Jude up to the Giants game in San Francisco for a little "Man Time", so I had to take advantage of time alone for a little "girl time".  I have many mixed emotions about last Tuesday.

We started off the morning with a bit of exercise and I ran along the coast as Noelle pedaled her pink bike next to me.  I couldn't help but think about what a fabulous moment we were having, cruising through the beautiful scenery and stopping to look at the otters playing in the water.  I almost cried because, a) I'm cheesy like that about my kids, b) I had dreamed of the day my kids were fast enough on their bikes to run with them and c) She still has streamers attached to her handlebars and I LOVE it and hope she never grows out of it, but I'm SO afraid she's gonna cut them off in my sleep.

After our jaunt along the coast, we had lunch at Chipotle and she ORDERED AN ADULT BURRITO...ALL BY HERSELF...NO HELP FROM ME...NOT OFF OF THE KIDS MENU...
She didn't eat it all, but still.  I think I hate that she is not a baby.

We then headed to a movie.  If you haven't seen Spy Kids 4Dsomethin' or other, you are missin' out!  If you have the sense of humor of a 10 year-old, like I do, then you'll love it.  If you don't, you probably shouldn't go, or plan on napping.  My girl was laughing hysterically at every poop and fart joke, which made me laugh hysterically too, of course.  She gets it from her father, though.

After the movie, Noelle wanted to browse the mall.  I think she's 15 about now.  While perusing the jewelry at Claire's, Noelle saw a rack of "Best Friend" necklaces.  Ya know, those necklaces that look like a broken heart, but each friend in the best friend couple gets half?  My bff Maria and I had a set in 7th grade and my half said, "Be Fri" and hers said "st ends".  Rad, huh?

At Claire's, amongst the BF rack was a Mother/Daughter set and Noelle asked if we could get it.  MELT ME.  A bunch of rational thoughts briefly ran through my head like, "Should I really spend 12 bucks on a piece of silver plastic?" and "Is that cheesy?" and "Will I ever really wear this again?"  And then I had to restrain myself from yelling, "YES!" with great enthusiasm while holding back sobs of delight.  Yes, my sweet girl who I consider locking in your bedroom until you are 30, I will buy you and I best friend mother/daughter necklaces and I shall wear it proudly showing what a great mom I am and how much you love me that you want to declare it to the world!!!!

I quietly purchased the necklaces and we put them on as soon as we walked out of the store.  We meandered around the mall, holding hands, smelling candles at Bath and Body Works, drinking Starbucks and just looking around.  I asked her if she was having fun on our date.  Then she informed me that it's weird that I called it a "date" and could I just say that we were "hanging-out"?  Uh...ok.  I may have sulked a tiny bit, but then I saw my Mother Of The Year necklace and it perked me right back up.

We went home and I was filled with pride and joy as we got changed to go meet some friends of ours that evening, and I proudly kept my necklace on.  We drove to the park where we were meeting our friends and just before we got of the car, Noelle took off her necklace and handed it to me.  She said she didn't want it to get lost, but I know that it was because she was a little worried that her friends might say something about it.  They probably wouldn't have even noticed it.

I kept mine on.

 Proof that she wore it...

Here's my silvery, plastic prized possession...

3rd grader

I'm already dreading when she turns 9.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Hot Mom School

Noelle started school a few days ago at a new elementary school this year.  It's a long story...and I'm still homeschooling Jude and Noelle loves her new school which is about a 10 minute drive from our house.  We are on day #3.

I am going to call Noelle's new school, "Hot Mom School" from here on out because I think 99% of the mom's that I see at drop-off and pick-up time are hot.  I have friends who have kids that attend "Hot Mom School" and I had previously just thought that I happened to have pretty friends.  It must have something to do with the water out there or something because I am telling you, there are a lot of hot mom's at that school.

Yesterday, I dropped Noelle off at school while wearing my running clothes, hoping to get a run in sometime after homeschooling Jude and before Noelle's pick-up time.  "Running clothes" for me consisted of a pair of 9 year old stretchy yoga pants that have a "bell-bottom" look to them and have lasted me through both pregnancies (remember, my kids are 7 and 8), a 5 year old t-shirt that is bright green that I got from a high school mission trip to Mexico, a messed-up sports bra that makes a couple of things look slightly crooked/off-kilter (trust me) and my dirty running shoes that have lasted me through 4 half-marathons and all of the training for those.  Not necessarily "hot mom" material.

I wasn't terribly worried about my outfit and felt no insecurity about it at morning drop-off.  In fact, I barely paid attention to what anyone else was wearing anyway as I distractedly walked Noelle to class, guzzling coffee from my travel tumbler all while attempting to keep Jude out of the landscaping.

However, I did notice the "hot mom phenomenon" at pick-up time while I was still in my frumpy running clothes and hadn't actually made it on my run yet.  (I did get one in later though!)

I wasn't the only one in running/exercise gear at pick-up time, but I was pretty sure that I was the ONLY one who didn't look like they had stepped out of a magazine ad for Nike.  I saw MANY mom's in tiny, cute, tight workout outfits, brightly colored, some even sweaty from their recent workout and all looking very beautiful.  I looked sweaty and I hadn't even worked-out yet, it was just hot out and I looked like I had been for a run already.  One "hot mom" was even stretching outside of the school in her tiny, pink, spandexy tank-top and cute, tight capri running pants.

It made me rethink that one time I dropped Noelle off at school in my bathrobe when she was in 1st grade.

Mostly, it made me realize that it might be time for some new running pants.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Mama Is Slow Sometimes

Last night, I was 2.56 miles into my 3 mile run on my treadmill when Noelle gleefully burst into the garage and calmly explained that Jude had been injured.  I quickly hopped off of the treadmill and made my way into the house where Jude was making noises sounding like a mixture of wailing cats and a fire engine siren.  Also, he paused between cat wails/siren screams to look into the sky, raise his hands in the air and yell, "My toys have flown to Maaaaaaaars!"

I was baffled.

In between shouting at Jude, "Are you okay? What happened?" and giving stern/angry/confused looks at Noelle, I was trying to piece together what in the freaking world was happening?

I examined Jude and found no blood, so that was good.

As Jude continued blubbering about his toys being gone and wailing over the mystery injury, I desperately snapped at Noelle "Where are his toys?" knowing fully that she'd done something to them.  Noelle covered her mouth and with a giant grin whispered, "They're in my room!"

Of course.  I quipped to Jude, "Your toys are in Noelle's room!" thinking that I had just solved the greatest mystery of all time and turned to head back to finish my .44 miles remaining on my run.

I was so very, very wrong.

Instantly, Noelle turned into a heap of sobs and began saying things like, "Noooooo!" and "You ruined the surpriiiiiiise!!!" and "Jude's toys are rescuing Crockyyyyyy!" and fell on the floor in a heap of messy tears.

I was stunned/confused/wishing I had locked the garage door before I had started my run.

Finally, I figured it out...I think.

Jude has recently fallen in love with a rubber crocodile toy that he has adorned with the most creative name in the universe, Crocky.  I know, right?
Yesterday, we went to visit my sister and nephews and niece and Jude accidentally left Crocky at their house.  I called my sister on the way home and made vague arrangements for us to be reunited with Crocky and told the kids we would get him back in the next couple of days.
In an elaborate set-up (seriously, it took at least an hour) Noelle had taken a bunch of Jude's action figures,firetrucks and stuffed animals on a journey through the front yard, backyard, trampoline and house on a mission to rescue Crocky.  She then hid all of the toys in her closet, told Jude they were flying to Auntie's house on the rescue mission and would return with Crocky the next day (when she planned to reunite Jude with all of his toys as if they actually had gone and rescued Crocky from my sister's house).

This was kind of a big deal and I had really screwed it up.

And it was pretty darn sweet, if you ask me.

Mama is slow sometimes.

Thankfully(?), Jude never found the toys in Noelle's room and is still under the impression that they are going to soon return with Crocky.  I joined in with the shenanigans and said something like, "Oh yeah, I forgot that they went to save Crocky!"  I'm real smooth like that.

Auntie, you better get Crocky here, stat - Or you're dealing with the sobbing sirens/wailing cats next time...

Running 3 miles still counts even if it's broken up into multiple parts with many minutes in between, right?

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Boy

My baby boy just turned SEVEN.  Yikes.  SEVEN is a big number.  It also means that I. Am. Old.

I REALLY love this kid.

I also REALLY love this photo, taken with my iphone on the morning of his birthday.  I REALLY love it.  There are so many things going on here.

Here are all of the things that I love about this photo, that you may not have noticed...

*His face - I told him to say "cheese" and this is what I got.  He was just too excited about those blueberry pancakes.
*Those blueberry pancakes look disgusting and unrecognizable as blueberry pancakes.
*Did ya notice the bacon?  It's where his fork should be.  Where's his fork?  I don't know...
*The blurry arm.  Do 7 year old boys EVER STOP MOVING?  Nope.
*The Giants balloons.  He is obsessed with the Giants.  I caught him watching the MLB network a couple of days ago before I was even awake instead of cartoons.  Obsessed.
*His t-shirt.  That's the logo for Jude's Uncle Meat's band, The Wild Turkeys. (Did you follow that?) Jude's never seen them, nor heard them play.  He loves that shirt though!
*The fancy bunny cup.  We use that on special occasions.  We're real fancy like that.

Oh, how I love my boy.  This photo cracks me up, fills my heart and makes my cry at the same time.
I can't imagine life without Jude and all of the joy, laughter and confusion he brings to my life.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I'm An Old White Lady

This post may make me sound like a jerk, or just really naive and dumb...forgive me.

I live in a town that has a lot of Hispanic influence and a lot of Hispanic people.  I actually love it.  And I REALLY love the food that comes along with living here.  But me, the "old white lady" can sometimes have embarrassing experiences from having not grown-up with such diversity.  

For example...
I sell lots of stuff on craigslist.  If it has been around too long and I haven't used it, I sell it on craigslist.  If it makes my garage look too cluttery, I sell it on craigslist.  If I don't like it anymore, I sell it on craigslist.  My kids often say, "Please, don't sell it!" in regards to many of their favorite things.  Don't worry, I don't sell (much) of their stuff.
Anyways, I'm also very careful about who I deal with during craigslist transactions.  I don't usually let male buyers come to pick-up or purchase things at our house unless Gavin is home.  I'm a little more lenient when dealing with ladies though, and often meet-up with them while Gavin is at work.
So, a couple of days ago I received an email and made arrangements for someone to come and pick-up a patio set that we no longer needed.  Of course, "old white lady" (ME) assumed that I was dealing with a lady and when a man showed-up I dumbly said, "Oh, you must be Jamie's husband!" and he replied, "No, I'm Jaime." (pronounced "Hi-may" for all of the rest of you dumb people like me).  Whoops.  I forgot where I lived for a moment.  Thankfully, Jaime was super nice and loved the patio set that he was picking up for him and his wife's new house.

When Jude was still in public school, he had a classmate named Jesus (pronounced "Hay-soos" for all of you dumb people like me).  I volunteered in Jude's class a lot and became familiar with Jesus and all of his cuteness.  One day, I was reading my Bible and automatically read "Hay-soos" when I saw the name "Jesus".  I had a good giggle and confidently felt like a true resident of Salinas after that.

Adios amigos!