Reason number 1,034 that Justin is going to need therapy when he gets older.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Photo Challenge: What I Like Best About Summer
So Homey wants to know what I like best about summer. For me it's dirty kids after a fun day at the beach.
Cleaning the sand after that fun day at the beach, isn't so enjoyable for me however.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Mean Girls...Already?
Daily I am shocked at how mean little girls are to each other. Daily I have to listen to my 4 and 5 year old (girl) students tell each other: "I don't like you, you're not my friend anymore." Then the next second they'll turn around and be BFF's again. Shocking, at 4 they already have this "mean girl" act down.
I love having a girl, I really do. She's the little girl I always dreamed of having. However, since the day she was born I've been dreading the mean girls she'd come across during her lifetime. I figured she'd have at least until she was 7 or 8 before she encountered this for the first time...nope it happened at the ripe old age of 3 1/2.
There is this girl in her class who is the epitome of mean. She yells daily that nobody is her friend and that everyone is a baby...so on and so forth.
The other morning I was helping Dylan get dressed for school in her usual dress. For the last few months she's refused to wear anything BUT a dress. Help me if it was a rainy day trying to get her into pants, thankfully it doesn't rain too often here.
I never really understood where this obsession with wearing dresses suddenly came from, until the other day:
Dylan: "Every body's going to like my dress huh mommy?"
Me: "Yes, you look so beautiful in your dress."
D: "Nobody is going to tell me I'm a boy right mommy?"
M: "What? Where is this coming from? Who told you that you were a boy?"
D: "B told me that I'm a boy. She's not going to call me a boy now, right?"
I was so mad. I can't believe that at 3 years old a little child can be so cruel. I was so upset for Dylan, how heartbroken she must of been that somebody she called a "friend" could say such a hurtful thing to her. I know she's going to hear people say things that are a lot worse about her in the future. Still I can't shake how I'm feeling about this little girl. Hopefully we'll both grow thicker skin by the time she's a teenager.
I love having a girl, I really do. She's the little girl I always dreamed of having. However, since the day she was born I've been dreading the mean girls she'd come across during her lifetime. I figured she'd have at least until she was 7 or 8 before she encountered this for the first time...nope it happened at the ripe old age of 3 1/2.
There is this girl in her class who is the epitome of mean. She yells daily that nobody is her friend and that everyone is a baby...so on and so forth.
The other morning I was helping Dylan get dressed for school in her usual dress. For the last few months she's refused to wear anything BUT a dress. Help me if it was a rainy day trying to get her into pants, thankfully it doesn't rain too often here.
I never really understood where this obsession with wearing dresses suddenly came from, until the other day:
Dylan: "Every body's going to like my dress huh mommy?"
Me: "Yes, you look so beautiful in your dress."
D: "Nobody is going to tell me I'm a boy right mommy?"
M: "What? Where is this coming from? Who told you that you were a boy?"
D: "B told me that I'm a boy. She's not going to call me a boy now, right?"
I was so mad. I can't believe that at 3 years old a little child can be so cruel. I was so upset for Dylan, how heartbroken she must of been that somebody she called a "friend" could say such a hurtful thing to her. I know she's going to hear people say things that are a lot worse about her in the future. Still I can't shake how I'm feeling about this little girl. Hopefully we'll both grow thicker skin by the time she's a teenager.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Another year...another fair.
Last Wednesday night we took our annual trip to the Del Mar Fair. Yes I know it is the San Diego County Fair now, but I refuse to call it that. It'll always be the Del Mar Fair to me.
The kids instantly fell in love with all the noise and rides. But we had some eating business to get down to before the ride and game fun began. After we were all nice and sick to our stomachs we walked over to see the animals. Fun times for mostly Dylan. The rest of use were totally nauseated, but what are you going to do.
Then we went over to the kiddie carnival area, where the games and rides are all geared towards kids. Dylan rode her first ever roller coaster while Justin watched from the side lines screaming "MOMMMMMMYYYYYYYY" the entire time.
Next it was Justin's turn for a ride, so I paired up with my mom and we took the kids on a train ride. Or how I will refer to it from here on out, "The Train Ride of Death."
It really was pretty funny to listen to him cry and scream for "DADDDDDYYYYYYY," the entire time.
The final kid ride of the evening went to Dylan and the carousel. The kid really has her princess wave down doesn't she?
I'd have to say the night was a success for all. Even though Bryan and I didn't win any prizes ourselves it's still great to take our kids to the place where our relationship began.
The kids instantly fell in love with all the noise and rides. But we had some eating business to get down to before the ride and game fun began. After we were all nice and sick to our stomachs we walked over to see the animals. Fun times for mostly Dylan. The rest of use were totally nauseated, but what are you going to do.
Then we went over to the kiddie carnival area, where the games and rides are all geared towards kids. Dylan rode her first ever roller coaster while Justin watched from the side lines screaming "MOMMMMMMYYYYYYYY" the entire time.
Next it was Justin's turn for a ride, so I paired up with my mom and we took the kids on a train ride. Or how I will refer to it from here on out, "The Train Ride of Death."
It really was pretty funny to listen to him cry and scream for "DADDDDDYYYYYYY," the entire time.
The final kid ride of the evening went to Dylan and the carousel. The kid really has her princess wave down doesn't she?
I'd have to say the night was a success for all. Even though Bryan and I didn't win any prizes ourselves it's still great to take our kids to the place where our relationship began.
How could I forget?
Three years ago this past Friday was the day my mother in law passed away. I let the entire day pass and I didn't even realize what day it was.
That night we had Bryan's cousin and her husband over for dinner and some Friday night drinking. Bryan was telling us about a conversation he'd had with his Aunt that day, and this is how he told us the conversation went:
R: "Hi Bryan, it's Aunt 'R', how are you doing today?"
B: "Ummm, okay I guess."
R: "Yeah, today is a really hard day for all of us."
It was at that point it dawned on him what day "today" was. Then we all talked for a few minutes about how long it had been (3 years now) and how much it sucked and that was the end of it.
However it wasn't the end for me. I've been mentally beating myself up about it all weekend. Yes, Bryan forgot too, but he has a shit memory. I have a mind like a steal trap, I never forget anything. So how could I forget this? The "anniversary" of the worst day of my life (so far) and I forgot. There isn't a day that passes that I don't think about her. I think of all the things she's missing with her grandchildren. I work in the same school now that I used to work with her. I walk in every day and wish how it was her at the front desk greeting me instead of the director who works there now.
Last year I wrote about how much it still hurt to not have her around, and this year I didn't even shed a tear for her on the anniversary of her death. Does this make me a cold hearted person? Does this mean I'm officially "over" her death? Or am I just so self absorbed with my own stupid problems that I let this day slip my mind?
Whatever the case may be, Ann I love you and miss you so much. There isn't a day that passes that I don't wish you were here with us. I hear people complaining daily about how they can't stand their in laws, and I wish so much that I could complain about you bugging me. How I wish you could of met Justin. He is EXACTLY like Bryan, from his adorable face all the way down to his temper. And you wouldn't believe what a beautiful little girl Dylan has turned into. Ann, please know how much I miss and love you...I always will.
That night we had Bryan's cousin and her husband over for dinner and some Friday night drinking. Bryan was telling us about a conversation he'd had with his Aunt that day, and this is how he told us the conversation went:
R: "Hi Bryan, it's Aunt 'R', how are you doing today?"
B: "Ummm, okay I guess."
R: "Yeah, today is a really hard day for all of us."
It was at that point it dawned on him what day "today" was. Then we all talked for a few minutes about how long it had been (3 years now) and how much it sucked and that was the end of it.
However it wasn't the end for me. I've been mentally beating myself up about it all weekend. Yes, Bryan forgot too, but he has a shit memory. I have a mind like a steal trap, I never forget anything. So how could I forget this? The "anniversary" of the worst day of my life (so far) and I forgot. There isn't a day that passes that I don't think about her. I think of all the things she's missing with her grandchildren. I work in the same school now that I used to work with her. I walk in every day and wish how it was her at the front desk greeting me instead of the director who works there now.
Last year I wrote about how much it still hurt to not have her around, and this year I didn't even shed a tear for her on the anniversary of her death. Does this make me a cold hearted person? Does this mean I'm officially "over" her death? Or am I just so self absorbed with my own stupid problems that I let this day slip my mind?
Whatever the case may be, Ann I love you and miss you so much. There isn't a day that passes that I don't wish you were here with us. I hear people complaining daily about how they can't stand their in laws, and I wish so much that I could complain about you bugging me. How I wish you could of met Justin. He is EXACTLY like Bryan, from his adorable face all the way down to his temper. And you wouldn't believe what a beautiful little girl Dylan has turned into. Ann, please know how much I miss and love you...I always will.
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