It really bothers me when adults do not use their manners.
When a 6 year old recognizes that a big person was rude, it's time for some Emily Post.
At least 4 times this week (and it's only Wednesday), we have witnessed adults with absolutely no manners.
Now, this would not be the first time my kids have seen such nonsense. Only in other cases, they may not recognize the rudeness, right away. Like talking about how much someone's house costs or bragging about what someone spent on vacation...that's just bad breeding.
No, these recent situations were the little things that most kids pick up on right away because they are the most basic of manners that I remind my own children of several times a day.
PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
GoGo was kind enough (and without any prodding from me) to hold the door on 2 separate occasions for older ladies and neither one of them said Thank You. And they looked right at her so it's not as if they didn't see her. What does that teach a child?
I always try to let pedestrians cross in busy shopping centers because I am always thankful for the kind folks who let me cross with my insane train of little people when leaving the Teeter, the bookstore, etc. And I always show my gratitude with a flash of the peace.
So twice this week I let folks cross-would it kill you to hold up a hand in thanks? Give me a peace sign-shoutout? Apparently the answer to that question is YES.
Unrelated but not unimportant...GoGo has enjoyed this week with our "girly time" as D has had an all day camp. She has asked me more than once to have "girl chat" (I don't even know what this is, really) where we attempted to talk fashion, friends and our upcoming beach trip. She's only 6 so we didn't solve any global issues but she seemed happy and that's all that counts.
She has also slept walked twice in the past 2 weeks-not sure what to think about that but her doc appt. next month will hopefully shed more light.
Agent P has had the sniffles but seems to be on the mend. She has really enjoyed playing with GoGo and her friends in the nbhood this week.
D has Camp Invention this week-right up his alley. They take things apart, build them back in their own creative way, learn about atoms and have fun. Plus he gets to do it with his buddy so all the better.
Please enjoy the day and Thank You for stopping by.
Survival Week
This is the first full week I have all 3 little people at home.
No school, no camps, nothing too scheduled except abreak work meeting for Mommy on Friday.
It's Day Two.
My older 2 have playdates in the pm so that leaves Agent P and I to manage her afternoon nap together. Think I got it covered.
Gogo received a new music cd for her bday and she has been dancing like a maniac ever since.
She has this Joe Cocker-Cher thing going on. She has the facial contortions of Joe and the hair swinging of Cher. It absolutely delights me.
I lectured D on his brain turning to mush from too much DS playing over the summer. I could tell by his face, he was trying to figure out if that was at all physically possible. He has had some video game time but also some bike riding, random baseball games, catching fireflies, building forts with this sisters, sleepovers and lots of swimming. I even made him do "homework" yesterday before we left the house. I love that he picked a chapter book called "Fart Powder" for his beach reading. I adore this kid.
Agent P has really started to talk a lot more and I can even understand about 75% of it now. Her hand gestures and facial expressions are what really get me, though.
To demonstrate that Gogo hit her (which I seriously doubt), she came up and yelled "Gogo hidaxibltmd me" while hitting her own chest like a small gorilla. She also does this thing with her eyes, where she looks at you from the corner of her eye. Talk about peripheral vision. I called her Sidewinder the other night because she made laps around our downstairs while walking sideways the entire time. She is an absolute joy.
Mama needs more coffee now...
No school, no camps, nothing too scheduled except a
It's Day Two.
My older 2 have playdates in the pm so that leaves Agent P and I to manage her afternoon nap together. Think I got it covered.
Gogo received a new music cd for her bday and she has been dancing like a maniac ever since.
She has this Joe Cocker-Cher thing going on. She has the facial contortions of Joe and the hair swinging of Cher. It absolutely delights me.
I lectured D on his brain turning to mush from too much DS playing over the summer. I could tell by his face, he was trying to figure out if that was at all physically possible. He has had some video game time but also some bike riding, random baseball games, catching fireflies, building forts with this sisters, sleepovers and lots of swimming. I even made him do "homework" yesterday before we left the house. I love that he picked a chapter book called "Fart Powder" for his beach reading. I adore this kid.
Agent P has really started to talk a lot more and I can even understand about 75% of it now. Her hand gestures and facial expressions are what really get me, though.
To demonstrate that Gogo hit her (which I seriously doubt), she came up and yelled "Gogo hidaxibltmd me" while hitting her own chest like a small gorilla. She also does this thing with her eyes, where she looks at you from the corner of her eye. Talk about peripheral vision. I called her Sidewinder the other night because she made laps around our downstairs while walking sideways the entire time. She is an absolute joy.
Mama needs more coffee now...
Mission Accomplished
Well, Agent P has done it.
She has successfully completed her Mission of Bringing Sweetness, Love and Laughter to our family.
She is the best.
She turned Two yesterday at 1:23pm.
She is easy to please, although we are certainly beginning to navigate the waters of terrible 2's. She can have some drama and some hissy-fits.
But she balances that with her wonderful giggle, hilarious facial expressions, her dancing to absolutely any type of rhythm, her absolute joy in being with her older sister and brother and her sweet baby kisses.
Most days, I could absolutely, positively eat her up with a spoon.
A few minutes in a few days, I could do otherwise. Such as when she is running through the house naked, peeing on the floor or dismantling a Lego creation or dumping a bag of chips all over the pantry.
She continues to amaze me by how much she seems to grow and learn each and every day. She doesn't talk as much as my other 2 did at this age but she certainly understands. Hubs asks her if she wants pancakes for breakfast and she goes right to the cabinet to grab the hand-mixer. She does have a real love of food, especially sweet treats.
She loves to play hide and seek, dance to anything, eat and play anything with Gogo and D.
We love her and are so glad she was assigned to our Mission.
Happy Birthday, Agent P! We Love You!
She has successfully completed her Mission of Bringing Sweetness, Love and Laughter to our family.
She is the best.
She turned Two yesterday at 1:23pm.
She is easy to please, although we are certainly beginning to navigate the waters of terrible 2's. She can have some drama and some hissy-fits.
But she balances that with her wonderful giggle, hilarious facial expressions, her dancing to absolutely any type of rhythm, her absolute joy in being with her older sister and brother and her sweet baby kisses.
Most days, I could absolutely, positively eat her up with a spoon.
A few minutes in a few days, I could do otherwise. Such as when she is running through the house naked, peeing on the floor or dismantling a Lego creation or dumping a bag of chips all over the pantry.
She continues to amaze me by how much she seems to grow and learn each and every day. She doesn't talk as much as my other 2 did at this age but she certainly understands. Hubs asks her if she wants pancakes for breakfast and she goes right to the cabinet to grab the hand-mixer. She does have a real love of food, especially sweet treats.
She loves to play hide and seek, dance to anything, eat and play anything with Gogo and D.
We love her and are so glad she was assigned to our Mission.
Happy Birthday, Agent P! We Love You!
Bubble Whisperer, Birthdays and Ships that have Sailed
D is the Bubble Whisperer, apparently. Who knew? We had the in-laws over this weekend for a joint birthday shindig for the girls and he amused Agent P with bubbles for quite a while. Big Ones.
My girls are getting big. Obviously, this makes me incredibly happy in that they both made it another year and they enjoy good health.
Obviously, this makes me sad as I do not possess any type of machinery that will allow me to shrink them down to baby size EVER AGAIN.
They were spoiled by the inlaws and had a great day. A fantabulous Craig's List find was a very barely used Barbie Jeep for Agent P. Although based on the 127 pictures I have, it seems D and GoGo haven't figured out that it was not a gift for them. This morning before 8am, they all cruised my driveway with the JohnBoy and Billy show on. Nice.
My kids are already enjoying many invites to birthday parties, sleepovers and playdates at the pool with their friends. Friends that by and large, they have made on their own. I have learned that just because you live close to someone or the Mommies play nice together, that doesn't guarantee any kind of real friendship for the little people. Acquaintances? Yes.
Already at their young ages they have seen the Ship Sail on friends they once had. They may not realize that, just yet.
Whether it's from lack of common interest, the location of our house or maybe we just didn't cut the mustard anymore, as my dad would say - I couldn't say. But I do know that this won't be the only time they experience that so I guess they may as well figure it out now. Even though it makes me sad for them. Even though it may not be fair.
But mommies have to deal with it too-we have to sort through our fellow mommy friends and assign them positions such as Preschool Parking Lot Friend, Playdate M-F Friend, or maybe jackpot Anytime Friend. That last one is where your families are friends and you actually speak sometimes on a Saturday night, not just a random Wednesday morning.
My dad used to tell me that I would be able to count my true friends on one, maybe two hands. I know now he is right, it just took me a long while to figure that out. Damn late bloomers.
My girls are getting big. Obviously, this makes me incredibly happy in that they both made it another year and they enjoy good health.
Obviously, this makes me sad as I do not possess any type of machinery that will allow me to shrink them down to baby size EVER AGAIN.
They were spoiled by the inlaws and had a great day. A fantabulous Craig's List find was a very barely used Barbie Jeep for Agent P. Although based on the 127 pictures I have, it seems D and GoGo haven't figured out that it was not a gift for them. This morning before 8am, they all cruised my driveway with the JohnBoy and Billy show on. Nice.
My kids are already enjoying many invites to birthday parties, sleepovers and playdates at the pool with their friends. Friends that by and large, they have made on their own. I have learned that just because you live close to someone or the Mommies play nice together, that doesn't guarantee any kind of real friendship for the little people. Acquaintances? Yes.
Already at their young ages they have seen the Ship Sail on friends they once had. They may not realize that, just yet.
Whether it's from lack of common interest, the location of our house or maybe we just didn't cut the mustard anymore, as my dad would say - I couldn't say. But I do know that this won't be the only time they experience that so I guess they may as well figure it out now. Even though it makes me sad for them. Even though it may not be fair.
But mommies have to deal with it too-we have to sort through our fellow mommy friends and assign them positions such as Preschool Parking Lot Friend, Playdate M-F Friend, or maybe jackpot Anytime Friend. That last one is where your families are friends and you actually speak sometimes on a Saturday night, not just a random Wednesday morning.
My dad used to tell me that I would be able to count my true friends on one, maybe two hands. I know now he is right, it just took me a long while to figure that out. Damn late bloomers.
Graduation, Dog Days and Old Age
GoGo graduated kindergarten on Tuesday. Her teacher is retiring along with the principal of the school and it was just all too much and I caught myself getting vaklempt a few times or ten. Oh well-that's what mothers do, I suppose.
So proud of that girl-she had a great year and she is very ready to be a big first grader.
It's hot here.
Like middle of July-I can't take much more of summer-when does school start back-kind of hot.
It's not even summer break and already the bickering has begun. Or maybe it just never really ended.
D called Agent P a YARD APE the other day.
I lost it laughing but then wondered out loud - "Wherever did you hear such a thing?"
From Ramona the Pest, of course. Well, there you go.
Speaking of Agent P, she goes to her own little summer camp next week and boy ismommy she excited!
That will give me a little time with just my 2 big ones as summer break officially starts at 2pm tomorrow.
What special things will we do with ourselves each day? Probably bicker over where to go, who to go with and what to eat. Some things never change.
The little people and I were in a bit of a collision last week in our car. Not my fault, Thank God. I wasn't even adjusting the music on my Ipod, talking on the phone or yelling at a small child. I was just driving along, minding my own business when BAM! I ran right into someone, as she was attempting to turn left across 2 lanes of traffic without benefit of any type of signal in rush hour traffic. Nope, not my fault at all. Now we await the insurance company to do their thing.
In the meantime, I was looking over the police report (which very clearly states the accident was NOT my fault) and I noticed the age of the other driver. I knew she was young but then I realized she was born in 1986. So it is physically possible for me TO BE HER MOTHER.
I had been thinking this was going to be the Summer of Traci! Just like it was the Summer of George! I was going to work out more, appear tan and rested at all times, takes my little people on exciting and educational trips, work more efficiently, yell less.
But after this little fender-bender I am thinking this will instead be the summer of spider vein therapy, glycolic facial peels, no sweets and pale as a catfish belly.
Sounds inviting, no?
So proud of that girl-she had a great year and she is very ready to be a big first grader.
It's hot here.
Like middle of July-I can't take much more of summer-when does school start back-kind of hot.
It's not even summer break and already the bickering has begun. Or maybe it just never really ended.
D called Agent P a YARD APE the other day.
I lost it laughing but then wondered out loud - "Wherever did you hear such a thing?"
From Ramona the Pest, of course. Well, there you go.
Speaking of Agent P, she goes to her own little summer camp next week and boy is
That will give me a little time with just my 2 big ones as summer break officially starts at 2pm tomorrow.
What special things will we do with ourselves each day? Probably bicker over where to go, who to go with and what to eat. Some things never change.
The little people and I were in a bit of a collision last week in our car. Not my fault, Thank God. I wasn't even adjusting the music on my Ipod, talking on the phone or yelling at a small child. I was just driving along, minding my own business when BAM! I ran right into someone, as she was attempting to turn left across 2 lanes of traffic without benefit of any type of signal in rush hour traffic. Nope, not my fault at all. Now we await the insurance company to do their thing.
In the meantime, I was looking over the police report (which very clearly states the accident was NOT my fault) and I noticed the age of the other driver. I knew she was young but then I realized she was born in 1986. So it is physically possible for me TO BE HER MOTHER.
I had been thinking this was going to be the Summer of Traci! Just like it was the Summer of George! I was going to work out more, appear tan and rested at all times, takes my little people on exciting and educational trips, work more efficiently, yell less.
But after this little fender-bender I am thinking this will instead be the summer of spider vein therapy, glycolic facial peels, no sweets and pale as a catfish belly.
The GoGo Turns 6
My sweet girl turned 6 today at 7:03a.m. Hard to believe.
She was such an easy, sweet baby. A lot like Agent P. Went to bed with a smile and woke up with one.
But GoGo was cruising at 7 months, walking at 9 months and going up and down the stairs with things in her hand at about a year. She was a beast, albeit a pretty one.
She is still that sweet girl with a tinge of SASSY. She's very considerate of others (usually), loves her brother and sister, wants to be a teacher so she can write with Sharpies, loves to shop (wonder where that comes from) and is a very picky eater. She's also incredibly funny.
She's had a couple of really memorable quotes over the past few years but yesterday was TOP 5, for sure.
We're outside and it's hot. Hubs has a button down shirt on with probably the first 3 undone.
GoGo looks at him for a minute and asks "Why he's wearing his shirt like that".
Hubs sort of shrugs and says something about it being so hot.
To which she replies "EWWW" and then turns, walks away.
I adore this girl.
She was such an easy, sweet baby. A lot like Agent P. Went to bed with a smile and woke up with one.
But GoGo was cruising at 7 months, walking at 9 months and going up and down the stairs with things in her hand at about a year. She was a beast, albeit a pretty one.
She is still that sweet girl with a tinge of SASSY. She's very considerate of others (usually), loves her brother and sister, wants to be a teacher so she can write with Sharpies, loves to shop (wonder where that comes from) and is a very picky eater. She's also incredibly funny.
She's had a couple of really memorable quotes over the past few years but yesterday was TOP 5, for sure.
We're outside and it's hot. Hubs has a button down shirt on with probably the first 3 undone.
GoGo looks at him for a minute and asks "Why he's wearing his shirt like that".
Hubs sort of shrugs and says something about it being so hot.
To which she replies "EWWW" and then turns, walks away.
I adore this girl.
Scratch on her sweet face courtesy of Agent P.
I Love you Sissy!!! Happy Birthday!
Friends and Fun
It's hot.
We're tired.
Maybe a bit hungover, too.
Welcome to early Summer.
Awesome neighbors and family, pools, sun, grilled culinary delights and beer. And guitar practice with my bro-in-law, who totally rocks.
This has been our weekend and it's only Sunday a.m. Another full day of infinite possibilities for more good times.
We're tired.
Maybe a bit hungover, too.
Welcome to early Summer.
Awesome neighbors and family, pools, sun, grilled culinary delights and beer. And guitar practice with my bro-in-law, who totally rocks.
This has been our weekend and it's only Sunday a.m. Another full day of infinite possibilities for more good times.
GoGo, dressed EARLY in the a.m.
A pile of little people, sleeping bags and too much sugar
This is what TIRED looks like. Up a scant 8 hours after hitting the pillow. God Love Him.
This One. This One. What is to be done with Agent P?
I have no idea what party she's been invited to so early in the morning but it looks like it just ended.
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