Awesome weather today! Just beautiful out! Hours at the park enjoying the nice weather and Arianna went down the “scary slide” for the first time!
(I am using my I pad to write this so not sure if these pictures are going to work! )
OK – next we went for milkshakes! So fun and refreshing!
Finally focused enough to order Scholastic books for Gia! This entire school year, I kept missing the deadline or just never had the patience to figure out the online ordering! I feel like such a better Mom!
The icing on the cake of this day is I was able to get Arianna to bed by 8:45. I know for some of you readers, this is shocking but she has been up till 11 for weeks!
Good night! Game of Thrones tonight!
Even though she is jumping around like a Mexican jumping bean.
Even though she screamed and carried on during Gia’s dance class, where she wanted “in, in, in.”
Even though she tried to bash Gia’s head with the broom quite a few times.
I will be calm, cool, and collected.
Yup, going to try this, not going to raise my voice today, will get a boot camp booty (Lord knows I need it) workout running up and down the stairs to put G in timeout when she is sassy, rather than yell. I’ve been raising my voice quite a few octaves in the past couple of weeks, and waking up with a sore throat and a sorry heart. Plus, it’s not working…I know this. I was a teacher. But, still, sometimes, I just can’t help it.
Ok, it’s noon and kids are eating each other like a scene from National Geographic- let’s get creative before one child gets eaten! Keep calm and carry on (why is it I feel they created this saying for me and it’s also EVERYWHERE NOW!)
First we devise a scene that is slightly disconcerting if you think about it, kind of like the way I feel about that nursery rhyme about the blackbirds.Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
It gives me goosebumps thinking about these birds in the pie!
I can’t explain how excited they were to do this…running to get bowls and their furry friends to cook them up. Strange, I know, but it occupied them.
Then I rummaged through the closet of crappola and found the second box of Christmas cards from last year that were sent by mistake from Shutterfly.
What can we do with these? Spend an hour cutting out the pictures and make a scary, OCD looking sort of collage, like the apartment wall at Carrie Mathison’s from Homeland.
Moving on to balloons…many sightings for these balloons today. These are a few of the highlights…
and um, does anyone think this is totally odd? What does this remind you of?
Arts and crafts (Is anyone starting to feel that this was a little like toddler mission impossible?)
Unusual dressing up…
and I actually managed to make something a little fancier than meatloaf!
My two year old is very difficult. She has been a crier and a screamer since day one.
She is the reason wine became a very good friend of mine (sorry mom!) My mom is now following my blog and isn’t a big fan of the statement “I need a glass of vino ASAP.”
My little bundle of joy hates getting dressed, getting her diaper changed, getting her hair washed, having her hair brushed, and most of all ….getting her hair cut.
The bloodcurdling screams and streaming tears down her face can make any hairdresser seriously reconsider her chosen occupation. So what is any level headed mom to do – do it herself!
Yes, today I simply could not take another day of looking at the ratty, knotty, It’s a Hard knock life looking hair so I decided to give it a little trim. Um, well the first snip, while she was running for cover, dictated that this was NOT going to be just a trim. Oh my goodness, I really took a lot off. Panic set in. She’s going to look like an utter freak! Everyone will be looking at my daughter as the one who has a psychotic mother … Scenes of Mommy Dearest running through my brain…..This has to be remedied.
I get out all the weapons – ice cream, lollipops, chocolate (my secret stash) anything to bribe this wild child to sit still so I can somewhat remedy this situation that could possible ruin her future in my town. What if the future coolest girl in fourth grade remembers this incident? People, I am totally kidding! I really don’t care about who’s who in the fourth grade!
I finally get little girl to sit still and try to get a somewhat even looking cut… OK, it’s not exactly terrible, but if she was older than two with this unfortunate looking bob, the girl would hate me forever.
As a side note to this story, she has completely enjoyed her afternoon. She put the music on, has been dancing her little heart out, flashing her dimples, and loving life. Gosh if we could all live this way, crappy haircut or not, just dancing and smiling and happy to have some pizza on a Friday night we would all be so much happier.