Nolan was crying as he walked down the stairs this morning. Dave asked him what was going on, to which he replied, "My leg is super duper itchy!!" in a tone bordering on hysteria. Dave said, "Well, why don't you scratch it?".
Nolan's reply?
"My legs are MOVING."
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
A Digger Thief I Am NOT!!
Today Nolan's preschool had their annual picnic in the park. I am always grateful when my kids' teachers don't go overboard- I have a problem from both an educator's and a parent's perspective when kids have "graduated" 4 or 5 times by the time they finish high school...daycare, preschool, kindergarten, grade 6...My 4 year old wearing a cap and gown is not something I need to see to know that he has had a wonderful, enriching and FUN year with his teachers and his friends in the 6 hours a week he spends at school.
But I digress. Back to the picnic.
I brought a bag of sand toys with me, along with the sandwiches I contributed to the potluck, and at the last minute tossed two of the boys' diggers into the van as I left the house in the morning. Not the dollar store diggers...these were the big, die-cast metal TONKA diggers, the real deal! Upon arrival at the park I had just too many things to manage (and a less than ideal parking spot due to our late-ish arrival, due to my spinning class earlier...but I am digressing again!) ~ stroller, picnic blanket, tray of sandwiches, Ryan, mom-purse, and a fairly busy road to cross. So, I gave Nolan ONE of the diggers to carry, and left the other in the car.
We had a lovely time at the picnic; the boys played, we all ate, I was able to chat with some other parents there...very nice time indeed. When we packed up to leave, I gathered all our sand toys, along with the digger, and put them in the big "SAND TOY" bag. The digger was sticking out of the bag and as I made my way across the park toward my car, another mom ran after me- "Sheila! Sorry..I think you have Bobby's (not his real name, obviously) digger," as she wrangled it out of the bag, which was over my shoulder. I turned to face her and said,
"No, this is Nolan's digger. We brought it with us from home."
Other mom: "Well, I brought 5, and now I have 4. This one is the one I'm missing." (who the hell brings 5 diggers to a preschool picnic anyway??)
Me: "I brought ONE, and this is it."
Other mom: "I really think it's Bobby's."
Me: "I am positive it is ours. Really."
Other mom: "Mmmm...it's just funny that it looks exactly like the one I am missing."
Me: "Are you seriously doubting my word on this? A digger??"
Other mom: "Mmmmm...I suppose it might turn up." (Very skeptical tone)
Me: "I hope it does."
I have to say that even 2 years ago I would have perhaps not stood up for myself...believe it or not I might have helped her scour the park for her digger in an effort to prove I was not the digger thief. Whether I am getting wiser as I get older or just more tired of BS, I don't know, but even though there was barely a seed of doubt in my mind as to the accuracy of my memory of giving the digger to Nolan to carry into the park, I stood my ground.
If I WERE a digger thief, does anyone honestly think I would choose to steal a digger from my son's preschool classmate, at the preschool picnic, in front of all the parents and the teachers?? If I WERE a digger thief, I would surely have more brains than to do that, wouldn't I?
When I got to my car, that little seed of doubt reared its head- I was saying a very fervent yet silent prayer that I wouldn't slide the door open and see our digger sitting there!
Phewf. It wasn't!
But I digress. Back to the picnic.
I brought a bag of sand toys with me, along with the sandwiches I contributed to the potluck, and at the last minute tossed two of the boys' diggers into the van as I left the house in the morning. Not the dollar store diggers...these were the big, die-cast metal TONKA diggers, the real deal! Upon arrival at the park I had just too many things to manage (and a less than ideal parking spot due to our late-ish arrival, due to my spinning class earlier...but I am digressing again!) ~ stroller, picnic blanket, tray of sandwiches, Ryan, mom-purse, and a fairly busy road to cross. So, I gave Nolan ONE of the diggers to carry, and left the other in the car.
We had a lovely time at the picnic; the boys played, we all ate, I was able to chat with some other parents there...very nice time indeed. When we packed up to leave, I gathered all our sand toys, along with the digger, and put them in the big "SAND TOY" bag. The digger was sticking out of the bag and as I made my way across the park toward my car, another mom ran after me- "Sheila! Sorry..I think you have Bobby's (not his real name, obviously) digger," as she wrangled it out of the bag, which was over my shoulder. I turned to face her and said,
"No, this is Nolan's digger. We brought it with us from home."
Other mom: "Well, I brought 5, and now I have 4. This one is the one I'm missing." (who the hell brings 5 diggers to a preschool picnic anyway??)
Me: "I brought ONE, and this is it."
Other mom: "I really think it's Bobby's."
Me: "I am positive it is ours. Really."
Other mom: "Mmmm...it's just funny that it looks exactly like the one I am missing."
Me: "Are you seriously doubting my word on this? A digger??"
Other mom: "Mmmmm...I suppose it might turn up." (Very skeptical tone)
Me: "I hope it does."
I have to say that even 2 years ago I would have perhaps not stood up for myself...believe it or not I might have helped her scour the park for her digger in an effort to prove I was not the digger thief. Whether I am getting wiser as I get older or just more tired of BS, I don't know, but even though there was barely a seed of doubt in my mind as to the accuracy of my memory of giving the digger to Nolan to carry into the park, I stood my ground.
If I WERE a digger thief, does anyone honestly think I would choose to steal a digger from my son's preschool classmate, at the preschool picnic, in front of all the parents and the teachers?? If I WERE a digger thief, I would surely have more brains than to do that, wouldn't I?
When I got to my car, that little seed of doubt reared its head- I was saying a very fervent yet silent prayer that I wouldn't slide the door open and see our digger sitting there!
Phewf. It wasn't!
Friday, June 12, 2009
I can fondly remember when weekends were "downtime".
Now? Not so much. In an effort to keep our kids active, have some time together as a family, get some exercise ourselves and maintain the close contact we like to have with our families and friends, we've come to understand that leisure time no longer involves "vegging".
This coming weekend is always a soccer-free one for us due to a big tournament using lots of the fields, so we usually have a quieter one than usual.
Let's see what a quiet weekend looks like:
Friday
5pm Family picnic at school
6pm Soccer practice for Nolan
7pm Soccer practice for Jamie
7pm Softball game for Dave
Saturday
8am Do groceries, as Carly's home sick with a fever today, making this chore impossible at its scheduled time
12pm Kirkland Day festivities at a local park- we love this! Air bounces, face-painting, wall-climbing, etc, all outdoors within a very quick bike ride from home
2pm Carly & Nolan going with my mum to see "Up" and then to her house for a sleepover
4pm Opening Day bbq at the summer pool
6pm Synchro Team placement for Jamie
Sunday
9am Our niece's first communion, then a family lunch
10am Softball for Dave
(**I got a sub for my BodyPump class at 10am...**)
1pm Birthday party for Jamie, Carly & Nolan
Not so bad at all! This is the first weekend of spring/summer we haven't had to pay a babysitter to help us get everyone where they needed to be on time.
Must be the lack of soccer.
Now? Not so much. In an effort to keep our kids active, have some time together as a family, get some exercise ourselves and maintain the close contact we like to have with our families and friends, we've come to understand that leisure time no longer involves "vegging".
This coming weekend is always a soccer-free one for us due to a big tournament using lots of the fields, so we usually have a quieter one than usual.
Let's see what a quiet weekend looks like:
Friday
5pm Family picnic at school
6pm Soccer practice for Nolan
7pm Soccer practice for Jamie
7pm Softball game for Dave
Saturday
8am Do groceries, as Carly's home sick with a fever today, making this chore impossible at its scheduled time
12pm Kirkland Day festivities at a local park- we love this! Air bounces, face-painting, wall-climbing, etc, all outdoors within a very quick bike ride from home
2pm Carly & Nolan going with my mum to see "Up" and then to her house for a sleepover
4pm Opening Day bbq at the summer pool
6pm Synchro Team placement for Jamie
Sunday
9am Our niece's first communion, then a family lunch
10am Softball for Dave
(**I got a sub for my BodyPump class at 10am...**)
1pm Birthday party for Jamie, Carly & Nolan
Not so bad at all! This is the first weekend of spring/summer we haven't had to pay a babysitter to help us get everyone where they needed to be on time.
Must be the lack of soccer.
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