Posts tagged ‘kids’

How Do You Like Kindergarten?

It’s been a little while since I had anything to post about Kindergarten. Well, I still don’t have anything really, considering Kindergarten is only from 8:30-11:15. I just don’t know how anything gets accomplished in those short hours, but those teachers are just amazing at what they do.

There have been birthday parties and sleepovers. Class parties and field trips. Did I mention the homework? In Kindergarten? There’s homework every single night. And it’s always a battle at our house. the Child has a serious case of the “I can’ts” and it drives me crazy, especially because she can but just doesn’t want to. Big difference, ya know?

Last day of school is coming up soon! June 11th or something like that.


Halloween Crazy

There is so much candy in my house. Hershey’s, Whoppers, Skittles, Tootsie Rolls, Butterfinger, Kit-Kat, Mallow Cups, peanut butter cups, twix, m&m’s (plain and peanut), snickers, milky way – and the list goes on. By the time we separated out all the peanut butter stuff that the Child cannot have, she STILL had an entire reusable shopping bag of candy/chips. I mean really. Just because it was cold and rainy does NOT mean you can dump handfuls of candy into her bag!!! Some guy gave me a garbage bag, because her carry bag was getting too heavy. By the time we got home, the garbage bag was half full. Seriously. Diet? what diet?

I’ve been trying to convince the Child to donate some of her candy to the Halloween Candy Buyback program, through Operation Gratitude, but she ain’t havin’ it. Too bad for her, because she only get another day of candy eating and then it’s going to disappear. I wonder if some of it can go into a shoebox for Operation Christmas Child?

The Child informed me yesterday that she hates her life and wishes she was never born. I really have no idea where this came from, but hopefully I put the kibosh on that in a hurry. Conveniently for me, on the way to the dentist today, we passed 3 (three!) homeless folks on the side of route 28 with their signs. She asked what they were doing there, why they didn’t have homes and why they couldn’t get a job. I reminded her that she should be thankful for her happy life, because she could be homeless with no one to care for her. She cried a little bit and said I was being mean. Maybe the point hit home? I’d really like her to learn some empathy for others and want to be giving. This year I’m going to try and get her involved in Toys for Tots.

Anybody have other ideas for how to teach empathy to a 5 year old?

When you let kids dress themselves

I woke up sick yesterday. I sneezed so much my chest and back feel like I did 874 push-ups. I went to bed early and was supposed to wake up at 6am to make it to work by 7. Somehow my alarm was set for 6:30, then rest for 7, then again for 7:15. I just didn’t want to get out of bed!! I contemplated staying home, but thought I had quite a few meetings to attend so I knew I shouldn’t blow them off. (side note: turns out there were NOT any meetings today so I could have stayed home). The Child heard me moving around and came into the bathroom to ‘wait’ while I got ready. I encouraged her to be a big girl and get herself dressed for school. I told her to surprise Daddy by getting ready and she happily complied. After I finished my routine and made my way to the kitchen for some OJ, I noticed the Child had an extra layer of clothing on. I asked her, and she lifted up her dress to show me her nightgown. That silly girl put her clothes on over top her nightgown!! She was adamant that she was not changing, and while normally I would have fought with her some, I was just too sick and too tired to care. So off to the bus she went with her nightgown under her pretty pink dress 🙂

Funny Quote of the Day

While tucking in the Child and loving on her, I told her “you’re so adorable I could just eat you up!” She responds: “Mama, I am so not food!”

Funny Quote of the Day

I got a fancy schmany new iPhone 2 days ago and I have yet to really get to play with it. I downloaded a couple games to entertain the Child. She’s just too smart for her own good.

While sitting on my lap, playing one of said games she says “my feet feel fuzzy.”


It took me a second to realize she was telling me her feet fell asleep from being crossed under her. How cute.

Funny Quote of the Day

“When I hear this song, my butt gets the rhythm and just has to dance!”

Yes Honey, Your Mom is Crazy!

When school started, the Child wanted to ride the bus to school, but her crazy mother couldn’t do it. What if there’s a bully on the bus? What if you get off at the wrong school? What if some crazy psycho sees how cute you are waiting at the bus stop, follows the bus to school, and snatches you right off the sidewalk?

Hi. I’m the crazy, overprotective, paranoid mother that lives in your neighborhood! I had all kinds of awful thoughts about letting my 5 year old ride the bus to school. I mean, it’s SUCH a long ride from the pickup to the school (did I mention I can walk to the school?) Anything could happen between here and there. I just couldn’t do it.

So since school started, I’ve been driving her to school. The 1st day I walked her all the way to the classroom. The next day, I was relegated to the lobby because you can’t have crazy, psycho parents wandering all over the school. Each day, I’ve been letting her go a little bit further without me – I stopped at the door the last time. I even asked her if she wanted me to let her off at the curb and go all the way in without me. She said she needed me to walk to the lobby with her. So I continued to do that.

Then just a few days ago, we were a minute or two later in leaving than normal and we saw all the other kids getting on the bus. She waved to the bus as it drove by. Then she asked me if she could ride the bus to school the next day. After a short pause, I told her if she wanted to, she could try it out the next day to see how she liked it.

So the next day, she stood at the bus stop like a big girl while mom died a little bit on the inside. The bus came and she got on, sat roughly in the middle and off she went.

So while I might be the crazy psycho mother in your neighborhood, I try really hard to rein it in and be a normal mom. I’m working on it.

She loves the bus. I don’t love the bus, but I’ll get over it. Eventually.