I walked into our sitting room the other day to discover this on our relatively new leather ottoman.
Yes, that is a stick figure and an umbrella scraped into the leather with a fingernail.
Can you figure out who the culprit is? Note the sparkly pink flip flops.
When approached, she claimed, "It wasn't me!" But under stronger interrogation, she caved. I count ourselves lucky that we've gotten this far without more incidents like this.
That's parenting, huh? BTW, these photos are what the ottoman looked like AFTER vigorous cleaning and conditioning attempts to minimize the scrapes.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
The End of an Era
It's Charlotte's last day of preschool today. As another parent said to me, "It's bittersweet, isn't it? But more sweet than bitter!" Cue the maniacal laugh.
That's because for seven years we have had mandatory "volunteer" time at The Raleigh School that is now over! Not that I don't appreciate my time there, and what having parent volunteers does to improve the school, but at least now my volunteer time will be exactly that, volunteer.
I've worked in the library (shelving and checking out books, and believe me, those modern beeper computer systems are not nearly as exciting as the old-fashioned card machines I wanted so badly to be able to use when I was a kid). I've also been a Scholastic book order leader, room parent (never doing that again, even at the elementary school), chair of the carpool committee, field trip driver, toy sterilizer (the worst job in the history of the world), shelf painter, garden mulcher, organic and all-natural gluten-and peanut-free snack maker, story teller, table setter, bag stuffer, sand sweeper, heavy furniture lifter, dollhouse builder, window cleaner, homemade playdough cook, bulletin board stapler, and party planner. And that's not counting the required full-day teacher assistant time in the classroom every few weeks.
Bitter? Never! Actually, as much as we parents all roll our eyes, it's really a phenomenal experience to get to know the kids and teachers and parents in your child's class, and the ins and the outs of the school, as well as you do there. And it wouldn't happen without all of that volunteering. My kids have had a wonderful education and nuturing environment thanks to the school and the parents.
This all means, MORE POOL TIME!
As you saw from the last post, we've already logged some serious pool time and it's not even Memorial Day yet. Last weekend was our club's 50th anniversary celebration, which included a pool party. It started with the dunking booth.
Now Anson trying to dunk someone else...
And Charlotte trying the same. Note that like when Anson was sitting in the booth, they let the little kids press the button when they are done!
By the time the water balloon tossing, hula hooping, and relay race contests were underway, I was over videotaping. Or should I say videodigitalizing?
But I did catch a few shots of Anson going off the diving board and down the ginormous slide. I actually went down it once when it first opened, just to show the kids that it wasn't so high and scary, but let's just say, once was enough for me!
I seem to be determined to have the kids wave to the camera; thankfully Anson finally obliged.
Hope you have a great weekend! Unfortunately Russell has to work, but the kids and I are going to the lake and (try to) relax and be lazy. Luckily we will have great friends to share it with this time!
That's because for seven years we have had mandatory "volunteer" time at The Raleigh School that is now over! Not that I don't appreciate my time there, and what having parent volunteers does to improve the school, but at least now my volunteer time will be exactly that, volunteer.
I've worked in the library (shelving and checking out books, and believe me, those modern beeper computer systems are not nearly as exciting as the old-fashioned card machines I wanted so badly to be able to use when I was a kid). I've also been a Scholastic book order leader, room parent (never doing that again, even at the elementary school), chair of the carpool committee, field trip driver, toy sterilizer (the worst job in the history of the world), shelf painter, garden mulcher, organic and all-natural gluten-and peanut-free snack maker, story teller, table setter, bag stuffer, sand sweeper, heavy furniture lifter, dollhouse builder, window cleaner, homemade playdough cook, bulletin board stapler, and party planner. And that's not counting the required full-day teacher assistant time in the classroom every few weeks.
Bitter? Never! Actually, as much as we parents all roll our eyes, it's really a phenomenal experience to get to know the kids and teachers and parents in your child's class, and the ins and the outs of the school, as well as you do there. And it wouldn't happen without all of that volunteering. My kids have had a wonderful education and nuturing environment thanks to the school and the parents.
This all means, MORE POOL TIME!
As you saw from the last post, we've already logged some serious pool time and it's not even Memorial Day yet. Last weekend was our club's 50th anniversary celebration, which included a pool party. It started with the dunking booth.
Now Anson trying to dunk someone else...
And Charlotte trying the same. Note that like when Anson was sitting in the booth, they let the little kids press the button when they are done!
By the time the water balloon tossing, hula hooping, and relay race contests were underway, I was over videotaping. Or should I say videodigitalizing?
But I did catch a few shots of Anson going off the diving board and down the ginormous slide. I actually went down it once when it first opened, just to show the kids that it wasn't so high and scary, but let's just say, once was enough for me!
I seem to be determined to have the kids wave to the camera; thankfully Anson finally obliged.
Hope you have a great weekend! Unfortunately Russell has to work, but the kids and I are going to the lake and (try to) relax and be lazy. Luckily we will have great friends to share it with this time!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Fish
It's the first pool day of the season (for us), not counting last Tuesday after tennis class when Charlotte went in fully clothed after I gave her permission to feel the water. I assumed (and we all know what that makes me) that she would just dip her foot in. Never trust a five-year-old.
It's in the 80s today, the pool was not too crowded, and Charlotte had a friend to swim with so no pleas for Mom to come in the water! I sat and watched her, sipped my diet coke, and only had to get up for refills. Nice. Even better is that Charlotte is finally tall enough to stand in the big pool without assistance for quite a ways out from the steps. The only thing missing was a sun umbrella.
Russell and Anson are at a camp in Eastern North Carolina this weekend as a part of their YMCA Guides group (sort of like boy scouts). Something tells me that my experience at the pool this afternoon, which was quite relaxing, was not the same for Russell today. Homemade raft race + the Neuse River in spring + 10 rambunctious boys and their fathers + 5 hours sleep on a short bunk with a plastic mattress and no AC = an unhappy Dad! But he texted me that Anson told him, "Today is the best day EVER!" so I think that probably makes it worth it.
It's in the 80s today, the pool was not too crowded, and Charlotte had a friend to swim with so no pleas for Mom to come in the water! I sat and watched her, sipped my diet coke, and only had to get up for refills. Nice. Even better is that Charlotte is finally tall enough to stand in the big pool without assistance for quite a ways out from the steps. The only thing missing was a sun umbrella.
Russell and Anson are at a camp in Eastern North Carolina this weekend as a part of their YMCA Guides group (sort of like boy scouts). Something tells me that my experience at the pool this afternoon, which was quite relaxing, was not the same for Russell today. Homemade raft race + the Neuse River in spring + 10 rambunctious boys and their fathers + 5 hours sleep on a short bunk with a plastic mattress and no AC = an unhappy Dad! But he texted me that Anson told him, "Today is the best day EVER!" so I think that probably makes it worth it.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy Mother's Day!
I woke to gorgeous flowers, smiling faces, and a cooked breakfast ready to go. (Thanks, Russell!) I even had my beloved diet coke at my plate. :)
Even better were the cards the kids made for me.
Since the scan is a little blurry, here is the translation (exactly):
my mom is the best
my mom likes cocolate
my mom knows about Trusting people
my mom says "make your own judgement"
my mom can boss me around
my mom wises for peace and quiet
my mom loves my sister, my dad, and me
my mom is the best
Love Anson
Age eight
Charlotte made a drawing for me and Russell. In case you weren't sure, I'm the shortest one in the drawing.
Don't you love when kids are so honest?
I am so lucky to be the mom of such smart, creative, curious, energetic, and wonderful kids!
No mother's day would be complete without honoring my mother and mother-in-law. They are the best one could ask for! As I've been going through old photos of late, I'll leave with you with two favorites of mine. Aren't they beautiful?
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
LAX Man
I wanted to share a photo of Anson in his lacrosse gear to start the week. His team is like the Bad News Bears, as Russell puts it. They started out losing every game (and by that I mean getting crushed), and this weekend they won their first two games and tied the undefeated team in the league.
Anyone who has played lacrosse can agree that it is a pretty difficult game. Imagine being 8 years old and wearing all of these heavy pads (he has a chest/back pad, shoulders pads, and arm/elbow pads), gloves, and helmet while trying to throw, catch, and run with a tiny, heavy ball. AND they can "check" each other, which basically means hit an opponent hard with your stick on his body to get the ball to fall out of his stick. To actually catch a ball that another 3rd grader has thrown to you is a major feat. Football has nothing on lacrosse!
Anson had an awesome pass that was almost an assist in yesterday's game. His short-lived stint in goal is far over, thank goodness. He is definitely more of an attack or midfield guy.
Go Raleigh Rage!
In case you are wondering what sort of strange face Anson is making, he has a mouth guard in.
Anyone who has played lacrosse can agree that it is a pretty difficult game. Imagine being 8 years old and wearing all of these heavy pads (he has a chest/back pad, shoulders pads, and arm/elbow pads), gloves, and helmet while trying to throw, catch, and run with a tiny, heavy ball. AND they can "check" each other, which basically means hit an opponent hard with your stick on his body to get the ball to fall out of his stick. To actually catch a ball that another 3rd grader has thrown to you is a major feat. Football has nothing on lacrosse!
Anson had an awesome pass that was almost an assist in yesterday's game. His short-lived stint in goal is far over, thank goodness. He is definitely more of an attack or midfield guy.
Go Raleigh Rage!
In case you are wondering what sort of strange face Anson is making, he has a mouth guard in.
Monday, May 2, 2011
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