When I dropped the boys off at preschool yesterday morning the teacher was asking all the kids what they were going to be for Halloween.
Yet, somehow the conversation quickly switched over to High School Musical. All the kids were giddily discussing how they had just watched the sequel the night before. One little girl was waxing on and on, very poetically I might add, about all her favorite scenes.
And I thought to myself, seriously? High School Musical? Every kid in this class is four. Aren't they supposed to be discussing if blue is better than green or if chocolate milk is better than regular milk? My kids would rather have their heads shaved then sit through HSM. If what's on TV isn't about the alphabet or flatulence, they're not going to watch it.
It was kind of surreal, as if I was witnessing in person that first moment when my kids had no idea what TV show all the other kids were talking about. And that's OK, really, its bound to happen sometime. I just didn't think it would be in preschool. I mean, I remember trying to stay cool in 8th grade by keeping up with In Living Color, but I certainly don't remember any extensive discussions about the latest Letter People episode in kindergarten.
Sigh...just another sign that my babies are not babies anymore. Next thing I know they'll be begging me for IPods and video games and things I can't even imagine yet. I better enjoy all the Sesame Street and SpongeBob while I can....
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Out of the Mouths of Babes
Bedtime, this evening.
Cash to Mommy (not daddy) after nighty-night kiss:
"You need to cut your beard"
They say children only speak the truth.
Looks like its time for somebody to visit the wax lady.
Cash to Mommy (not daddy) after nighty-night kiss:
"You need to cut your beard"
They say children only speak the truth.
Looks like its time for somebody to visit the wax lady.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I'm (totally) Claiming This Trend
Just a few short years ago I managed the small feat of birthing two children at one time.
Apparently I made it look so easy, everybody wants to do it.
First Julia, Elvis Costello, and McDreamy, and now J. Lo too?
Now if I could just manage to bring back tight-rolling and Eastlands.....
Apparently I made it look so easy, everybody wants to do it.
First Julia, Elvis Costello, and McDreamy, and now J. Lo too?
Now if I could just manage to bring back tight-rolling and Eastlands.....
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Beard Banter
"He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man."
William Shakespeare
I never liked beards. And truthfully, I never really disliked them either.
Then my husband grew one.
And I fell in love. Sure, there might be days when it may look a little 'I just slept in a box on the street' but most of the time? Its totally hot. I had never really pictured him with facial hair, but now I can't really imagine him without it. In fact, once or twice a tear has come to my eye at the thought of losing that beard.
When I was in high school, I used to check out guys by looking at their shoes or the length of their hair. If you weren't wearing Converse or skate shoes or Doc Martens, and your hair wasn't approaching your shoulders, I probably wasn't giving you the time of day.
Now, 10 years later, its all about the beards. You know, like this one or these two, though maybe not yet these two. I'd even go for this mustache. I don't know what it is really, the hippy feel? The rockstar aura?
Whatever it is, its working.
And I like it.
William Shakespeare
I never liked beards. And truthfully, I never really disliked them either.
Then my husband grew one.
And I fell in love. Sure, there might be days when it may look a little 'I just slept in a box on the street' but most of the time? Its totally hot. I had never really pictured him with facial hair, but now I can't really imagine him without it. In fact, once or twice a tear has come to my eye at the thought of losing that beard.
When I was in high school, I used to check out guys by looking at their shoes or the length of their hair. If you weren't wearing Converse or skate shoes or Doc Martens, and your hair wasn't approaching your shoulders, I probably wasn't giving you the time of day.
Now, 10 years later, its all about the beards. You know, like this one or these two, though maybe not yet these two. I'd even go for this mustache. I don't know what it is really, the hippy feel? The rockstar aura?
Whatever it is, its working.
And I like it.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
tinkle time in the trees
Yesterday, I came across this.
A 'tinkle tube' for boys. Tinkle tube, really? What boy do you know that uses the word tinkle?
Speaking as a mom of twin boys who like to stand over the toilet together and 'race' their pee, they should have come up with a more-boy friendly title, like you know, the Pee Pole.
I can see how this looks like a good idea....but the thought of having to get the aim just right coupled with the fact that you'd then be carrying around a tube full of pee? Um, no thank you. We'll just stick with going to the bathroom in the Wal-Mart parking lot.
When I was potty-training the boys earleir this year, I used many creative tactics to try and get them 'excited' about going to the bathroom. One that really worked was mentioning to them that while outside, if they had to go, they could go in the yard. I should of known right then and there that maybe it would have been better had I just kept my mouth shut. They immediately started going all over the yard, giggling with delight.
And ever since then, if they can help it, they'll choose going out the back door over going in the toilet. I don't even want to know how many times my neighbors may have witnessed them going off the deck. It's not just at home either, it really doesn't matter where we are, at a picnic, Target, in the park, in a friends yard, I'll turn around just in time to catch them in the act.
As usual, my self-declared 'genius' has come right back around to bite me in the butt....now if you'll excuse me, I need to go stop my kids from peeing on the mailbox.
A 'tinkle tube' for boys. Tinkle tube, really? What boy do you know that uses the word tinkle?
Speaking as a mom of twin boys who like to stand over the toilet together and 'race' their pee, they should have come up with a more-boy friendly title, like you know, the Pee Pole.
I can see how this looks like a good idea....but the thought of having to get the aim just right coupled with the fact that you'd then be carrying around a tube full of pee? Um, no thank you. We'll just stick with going to the bathroom in the Wal-Mart parking lot.
When I was potty-training the boys earleir this year, I used many creative tactics to try and get them 'excited' about going to the bathroom. One that really worked was mentioning to them that while outside, if they had to go, they could go in the yard. I should of known right then and there that maybe it would have been better had I just kept my mouth shut. They immediately started going all over the yard, giggling with delight.
And ever since then, if they can help it, they'll choose going out the back door over going in the toilet. I don't even want to know how many times my neighbors may have witnessed them going off the deck. It's not just at home either, it really doesn't matter where we are, at a picnic, Target, in the park, in a friends yard, I'll turn around just in time to catch them in the act.
As usual, my self-declared 'genius' has come right back around to bite me in the butt....now if you'll excuse me, I need to go stop my kids from peeing on the mailbox.
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