Failures of a Disney Fanatic!!

In a moment of insanity yesterday, I decided to sort through my boxes of scrapbook stuff and get organized so I can get back to doing some scrapping! Poor Quincey doesn't have anything for her scrapbook and she's 2 yrs old!

Anyhow, I decided to turn on a movie for the girls to keep their busy hands and sticky fingers out of my stickers. Wanting to avoid the further cleanup of stickers stuck on everything fromt the carpet to the sofa to the wooden chairs (stickers adhere particularly well to wood), etc. Emma asked to watch the little mermaid. It took a while for me to find it, with Emma cheering me on, "but mom! You found it last time!" So, I dug a little further and finally "Voila! Found it!"

Emma: That's not the Little Mermaid (frowning at the cover).
Me: Yes, it is.
Emma: No, it's not! That's the BIG mermaid!

She wanted to watch the Little Mermaid II. To her Ariel is the mom and Melody is the true Little Mermaid. On a sidenote this is somewhat how I view my life (I am not the BIG mermaid! I am still the young, little, fun mermaid!)

WHHAAAAAHHHH! I guess I must give up my title as Disney Movie Buff. I hereby renounce my crown and throne until further date as I can prove myself worthy and my children more knowledgable of things MOST IMPORTANT.

Tyler and Hannah Montana

At the beginning of the school year, Tyler did not have a lunchbox. I could not find one that was worth the $$, in my opinion. So, Tyler and I colored a bunch of brown paper lunch sacks with some of his favorite characters, holidays, etc. We had a good stack of them. Emma got a little jealous. So, we made a few for her, as well.

Eventually, I found a lunchbox for a good deal and Tyler stopped taking sack lunches. The other day (and once before) someone made off with his lunchbox and he has started taking sack lunches again. Recently, we ran out of the decorated ones. So, I started sending plain brown ones.

A few days into the stack of plain sacks, I was making Tyler's lunch. He walked into the kitchen and says, "Mooom! Some kids made fun of me yesterday for my Hannah Montana lunchbag."

Ooops. The Hannah Montana bag had been one of Emma's sacks and was only decorated on one side. I guess I failed to notice the girly decoration. I thought it was just one of the many plain ones left.

I hope in having me for a mother he is at least learning to laugh about these types of situations as I can only suppose this will not be my one mistake or shortcoming as a mother!

Musings from the "Think Place"

NO NOT THE TOILET!

The shower. :)

So today, I had the girls in the bathtub and since I had gone to spinning class today, I hopped in the shower. As I put too much shampoo in my hand, I started thinking about the $$ we were supposed to save on soap by purchasing a water softener (which I love). We should use less soap because the water is soft and it doesn't take as much to do the job. Well, I still haven't learned how to use less soap. So as I am oversudsing (Microsoft says that isn't a word, but whatever) my hair, I thought about it for a minute, feeling a little bad at my wastefulness. Then, in an instant I rationalized myself better! Thought process something like this...

I shouldn't use this much shampoo. My hair isn't even that long. My hair doesn't need to be this foamy to get clean. If I had shorter hair would I use less soap? I wonder how much Luke uses?

WAIT A SECOND!! LUKE DOESN'T HAVE HAIR! HE DOESN'T USE SHAMPOO!

So I've decided, it's okay that I use twice as much shampoo. I am just using Luke's ration of shampoo. :) Meanwhile, I will try to remember to use a little less (but still not gonna do the guilt!) heehee

A Name is a name is a name

Deb, you'll like this one.

The girls and I were folding laundry and came across a pair of baby socks.
Quincey: Dees Tincey's?
Emma (laughing): No, these are for a baby!
Me: We can give them to baby Clarita.
Emma: Mooom! Her name is not that. She is Debbie's baby.
Me: Well, what is her name then?
Emma: Claire.
Me: No, it is Clarita.
Emma: No Mom! It is Claire!
Me: Emma, her name is Clairita.
Emma: No it isn't.
Me: Okay, but I call her Clarita.
Emma: But Mom, that isn't her name.

Stubborn kid, but I guess when you're right, you're right! But, I am sure I will be corrected again! Every baby has to have a nickname! :)

Now I remember why I hate running errands!

Saturday

After running more than a few errands, in not enough time, we came to Shopko. After some returns (and some not - DON'T LOSE YOUR RECEIPTS PEOPLE (prices drop quickly)), we looked at a few things quickly and got ready to leave - we needed to get back home to get Emma to a birthday party.

Luke had Emma and Tyler and turned around and said let's go. I turned to glimpse Quincey running past a rack of clothes. I said, "Come on Quincey." She turned the other way and ran around the clothes rack. I went and caught her and told her we needed to leave. I did not hang on to her - expecting her to follow me? (temporary loss of brain function).

I turned a split second and turned back to encourage her to continue to follow me. She was already long gone and I couldn't find her. So, I ran to the Customer Service desk and told them I was missing my child. To all who were staying up nights wondering, the situation is called a "CODE GREEN" at our local Shopko.

A manager (off duty) at the time, went and locked down the entire store until we could find her.

As I could no longer stand waiting there at the front of the store and I went looking also. After about 10-12 minutes, I heard "Cancel Code Green."

I charged to the front of the store and saw Quincey coming around an endcap with her arm stretched as high as she could reach, holding the hand of one of the tallest men I have ever seen! She marched with a swagger and her chin jutted out letting me know she had come on her terms only and I had lost! This was not her surrender, but her victory lap! What a STINKER!

Well, she did give me a hug - from which I instantly melted!

Growing Fences - for lovers of baby aminals

Today Emma wanted to have a friend come over to play.

Mom, I want the girl with the curly hair and the angel kisses all over her face.

Maggie?

Yeah, Maggie. Mom, what does Maggie's dad do?

He works in the forest. (He works for the National Forest Service).

How come my dad doesn't work in the forest?

Because your dad works in an office.

Mom, I want my dad to work in the woods, too.

Why do you want your dad to work in the woods?

Because then, he could bring me lots of baby aminals to put in our backyard.


Later...telling Luke the story in Emma's presence.

Luke replies, "Emma I couldn't bring you any animals. We don't have a fence."

Well dad, we can get a fence. I will grow one!

Emma, if you grow us a fence, I will get you some baby aminals.

Okay!

My problem is this kid is so inginuitive and stubborn, she may just do it and Luke'll have to keep his promise. Then who gets stuck taking care of all the baby aminals? (Luckily, he did say aminals, as did she). And technically, aminals don't exist, right?!

Tyler's secret crush.

Yesterday, Debbie (Luke's sister) was in town.
She asked Tyler, "What is your favorite part of school?"
Tyler: My teacher. She dresses nice and she has a nice face.

So today, I asked him. "So Tyler, you like your teacher, huh?"
Tyler: Yes.
Me: What do you like about her?
Tyler: Her eyes. Oh, and she smells nice, too. But mostly, her eyes.

Well at least he focuses on mentionable features! lol