Dare Was Animals

Author: Shmonae / Labels: , ,

After changing all of my kids to a different school last week, I took Bug back to her preschool where all of the kids used to go together.  I would have moved her over with the rest of the kids but they don't have a preschool.  

My kids have always been confident on the first day of school.  They wake up extra early, dress themselves, jump in the car with a single bound, and practically run out to the school doors skipping *skipping*.  I don't know if I should be proud of them for being so self assured, or question why they are so excited to leave our home.  I know I loose my patience sometimes, but give me a break.  I'm not THAT bad.

I drove all the kids to school and turned around to drop off Bug.  She climbed out of the car and walked inside holding my hand.  Actually I held her hand.

"Mama, I wanna go by myself! Mama let me go."  

"OK I thought, she deserves to feel big."

I walked behind her into the school and into her classroom.  I said my hello's to the teacher and turned to leave.  Bug was already off playing with the other kiddos.  

"Bye Bug!" I called as I walked out of the room.


That afternoon when I picked her up from school, I was ready for her glowing report.  Not to brag or anything {Ok maybe a little}, but my kids are always liked by the teachers because "They are always so happy and well behaved."  I jumped out ready for my hug and the teacher said, "I need to talk to you about Bug when you get a minute."  

"Sure thing" I thought, I needed a pick me up after a long day.  I walked over interested in how the day went and what friends she made.  

"Um, Bug was horrible today."  

"Horrible??!"  (She can talk to me this way because she is also my friend) "What happened?!"

"Well, she yelled NO when I asked her to do things and was very defiant.  She was not a happy camper."

I was appalled!  I had never heard such a thing from a  teacher.  I didn't even know how to respond so I just looked at her dumbfounded.  

She went on, "I think she misses her sisters because she kept asking for them."

"Oh no, I feel so bad.  I'll talk to her tonight and try to figure some things out."

(Later that night) "Bug, what was wrong at school today?  Why did you talk to your teacher that way?"  

With big eyes she explained, "Mama, it was dark and dare was animals and sounds and noises and I was so scared!"

"Oh My", I said and I wondered what in the world she was talking about but I knew she has a huge imagination.

The next day at school I asked her teacher if she had turned off the lights or something.  She let me know that the kids were being really loud and needed to learn to calm down. She turned off the lights and had them lay down and listen to a recording of a Pooh Bear story.  

I had to giggle because I agree with Bug.  Those voices of Pooh Bear, Tigger, and Eeyore, Piglet, and Kanga are scary!  


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Edelweiss

Author: Shmonae / Labels: ,


I share the following story only because my sister teased me into it.  I actually forgot about this little incident until she brought it up a few days ago. I also thought it would be great for my "Flashback Friday" post. 

I am world renowned for my selective memory skills.  All unpleasant experiences get attention while I am dealing with them, but after a certain point when I can't do anything or help the problem anyway

I tuck it away
in a special place in my brain that holds discarded memories.  

This story was one of them.  She helped me drag it out of the dusty corner of my mind and renewed it like an old rusty bike that has been resurrected to ride once again.  She oiled the chains and details.  

For those of you that don't know what Edelweiss is, it's a show tune sung in the musical "The Sound of Music" by Mr. Von Trapp.  It is a gorgeous song he sings to bid farewell to Austria, a country he loved.  He has a deep rich voice and he sounds like butta' *butter with my accent* It was written by the famous Rodgers and Hammerstein, actually the last song they wrote together.  

Maybe that's because they knew that eventually a girl "Yours Truly" would hack it up in a college choir tryout and disgrace their name forever.  

I didn't do it for me, I did it for her.  Her = My college roommate Kori.  I loved her and I would do anything for her and proved it in this one act alone.  She was an extraordinarily fabulous over*the*top great singer.  This should have been enough to build confidence combined with the fact that she had been in choir groups her whole life.  

But it wasn't.

Actually the more I think about it, I believe she wasn't nervous at all...she just wanted someone to try out with her *that would make her sound* better so she would make it.  It reminds me of the joke about bringing a slower runner with you so they are the one eaten by the bear *Kind of like that*.  She knew I stunk, stunk to high heaven.  Now, I can carry a tune while singing to the radio or in church with a congregation around masking my imperfections, but I am not a soloist by any means.  

My first mistake was picking Edelweiss.  It is a song that is miserable for even a great vocalist to sing unless they have practiced extensively.  I just picked it because I had heard it.  

 I had A DAY to practice. 

My sister was there with Kori and I picking out the sheet music.  I just have to wonder why neither of them warned me of the depth of my inadequacy.  It makes it even better noting that Camille is also a very talented singer.  Now if they would have asked me to dance, I could have pulled it off.  

I vaguely remember them calling my name and walking up to the stage in the dark auditorium in front of all the judges.  After that, I don't recall other than my voice cracked and wobbled like an old lady.  I don't vibrato but I did on this special day because I was so nervous.  I can only imagine what Simon Cowell would have said if he was the one in front.  




Needless to say, I didn't make it and Camille and Kori had a great laugh.  The funny thing is that I knew I stunk but didn't care.  I didn't plan on making it, so I didn't feel bad when I didn't but it still makes me laugh that my self esteem can handle that kind of abuse and stay intact.  I guess that's how I deal with the things I can't change. I'd rather laugh than cry any day!

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500 Posts!

Author: Shmonae / Labels: , , ,

Really?  I have posted 500 times?!  I can't believe it AT ALL.  

I have had a ton of fun sharing random glimpses of my life.  Some are serious and others are grotesque *such is the life of a mother*  and THAT my friends leads me to post number 501!

Today was another rat race in the saga of Pink Moss.  After school I fed them a snack and started homework just in time to realize Sprite had a soccer game in Salem to get to.  We picked up her soccer buddy and drove out ... way out.... to the game.  It was a miracle I made it because I am horrible with addresses and didn't have my mobile navigator thingy.  

Suddenly I had a light bulb!  An APP!  There has to be an app for this sort of thing!! I whipped out my iphone and typed in the address and guess what?!  It worked, in a round about sort of way.  It didn't talk to me like I would have liked, but it did give me a visual.  I just love it when the lady on my navigator says "Recalculating" so calmly and unaffected by my ignorance when I take a wrong turn.  It is much nicer than 6 back seat drivers yelling,

 "MOM!  When are we going to get there!!"

I would much rather hear

"Recalculating"

ANYWAY, when we arrived B ran onto the field ready to play her game.  Then the words came.  The infamous 3 year old words.  You know them, "Mama, I gotta go!!"  

"What? Now??" *Yes of course yes* and of course there wasn't a bathroom for miles and I couldn't leave my kids or the game.  What do they expect parents to do with several young kids during a soccer game when they "gotta go?"  

I fully agree, they must expect us to use the facilities or in other words, the grass.  Now after having so many girls, I don't agree with the theory of "Penis envy" as some theories would have us accept.  I believe a girl can do anything a guy can do, and possibly better.  There is no such thing as, "Hold it until we can find a bathroom" in our home.  So I drug bug across the grass until I got to the side of the school.  I could have pulled it down right then and there but I knew there would be some soccer mommies that would be disgusted so we waited.  

I could tell that bug was struggling holding it, so when we got there I yanked down her pants and put her into the squat position.  I even got it on my phone because I thought it was so funny.


Next thing I hear after I stopped laughing was
"Mama, I had'da go poo not pee".
Gulp
Now what?  I shook her off as to not have any cling ons without toilet paper, stood her up and set her aside.  Sure enough...a mighty fine pile lay beneath her tucked nicely into the green grass.  This would make for a fine treat tomorrow when a kindergartner ran in from recess with something on their foot.  

I scrambled to find a rock so I could fling it over, out of the path and covered it with grass.  

Barf.  

I didn't plan on telling the other soccer mommies until B lost the game.  I was so sad for her *especially being goalie* that I told the other parents that they needn't worry because I left a turd on the home teams lawn.  Nobody talked to me after that, nobody.  

That is why I love you, my Internet blog friends.  For some reason you accept me for who and what I am, as nasty as that may be.  Bless you my friends, bless you.

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Rain Rain Come Play

Author: Shmonae / Labels: ,

I have been one busy lady the past few weeks.  Life is swirling around us as we get everything back onto a schedule for the new school year.  I decided last minute to transfer all of my kids to another school  after they had started at their last one already for a day.  I know, crazy....I just felt like it was the right thing so they would all be on the same schedule.  I have been transferring records, taking kids to entrance exams, buying a TON of new uniforms, and getting class schedules figured out. Once things calm down a bit, it will be so quiet but I haven't experienced it yet.  

As I was driving the kids to school this morning I realized the drive may take a bit longer than usual because it was stop and go traffic.  It gradually got worse and I ended up sitting on the freeway for an hour and a half!  Come to find out there was a crash up ahead of me where a semi hit a van and sent it out of control over the over pass onto the road below killing the man instantly.  So sad.  Life can end so abruptly.  

When I finally got the school the kids were so excited to get out because it was their 2nd first day of school.  They were ready to meet new friends and teachers.

There is great article just written on food allergies on the Help Me Grow Blog if you want to check it out! I am convinced that a few of my kids have a food allergy that I need to figure out.  It is so frustrating to know it but feel lost about to find out what it is.  That's how I feel anyway.


So, on another completely different note, I wanted to add some pictures from another outing a few weeks ago. Emmy and I took our kids (and some neighbor kids) to Thanksgiving Point.  It was a  beautiful warm summers day that ended up being one of my favorite "Utah weather" type of days.  The sun was bright and the clouds were black...rain looming above us promising to freshen up the ground and cool the air.  



Right when we got there it started to rain.  Not the sprinkle kind of rain, I mean REALLY rain complete with HUGE bolts of lightning and booming thunder.  It was so loud that we all stopped doing what we were doing and just watch...


and listen.


This is how it affected Monkey's face!




Don't worry, she isn't cold....just scared.  It was very hot!
We spent some of our time under cover checking out the





Nasty Llamas.


I realized yesterday *when my nephew Avery gave me a homemade Llama hat for my upcoming birthday* that Llama is spelled the way the Llama looks.  You are supposed to pull your neck back...getting ready to spit when you say it , just like that one Llama did in my hair and face.


Click here to find out why 
I Hate Llamas.




Bug wasn't letting the rain and thunder slow her down...
NO WAY
Uh- Uh.


Here's my ticket!





And then there is my sweet hubby walking around feeding the chickens with my kids in the rain.  He was in the middle of a work day and happen to already be at Thanksgiving Point meeting with the facility managers when he saw us!  Now that is pure luck because he visits multiple facilities all over Utah and juggles the other businesses as well.  I love that he stopped in the middle of all of it to take time for the kids. 










Afterward we treated the kids to ice cream at the old fashion creamery. 


 It was to die for!



I just thought of a fun rain video to share with you.

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10 Gallon Hat

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What does every girl need when she gets her wisdom teeth ripped out of her head? 


 A knight in shining armour...



or a cute cowboy in a 10 gallon hat and kickin' boots, holding flowers!?


I vote for the cowboy.


Even though Rooz is barley tall enough to reach his face for a thank you kiss.  It's rough having a tall, dark, and handsome boyfriend at your beck and call.  

Watching Rooz in such pain made me sad because she is a tough girl.  The meds messed with her head to the point that when Scott brought her home from the dentist she CRIED when he told her she had to go home and lay down instead of making the trip with him to get a jamba juice.

Cried....

Any of you that know Rooz, understand that this doesn't sound like her at all.  When she walked in the front door with him I asked if she was laughing or crying.  

Scott said, "ummm, both...?!"  

It was so cute to watch him dote over her and look like a lost puppy when he had to go back to work.  He kept asking me if I had given her the right meds and changed her gauze at the right times.  I couldn't help but remember when I was Rooz's age and Jon took care of me the same way when I had to have surgery.  

I'm happy Rooz picked a cowboy that would take care of her like her dad did for me.  When I was in college it was a regular thing to wake up in the morning and run out to my car in a hurry to get to school. Snow is not uncommon in these parts, but I never had to worry about slipping.... 

Jon would have shoveled the walk from my apartment door to my car!  He'd put little roses from the gas station on my windshield and roll it in a $20 bill.  I would hop into my car and realize he had filled my empty tank of gas...yet again.  

Yes, I am spoiled.....so ladies, pick a good one!

Let's hear it for the boys!
(I forgot to mention that Scott doesn't usually dress like this.  It was an outfit he bought for the local rodeo {for fun}...and to make Rooz laugh even though she felt horrible)

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