Mom, it's OK!

"It's OK Mom. Me just drinking Gato-ade and me spill on the dog." Yeah, those are exactly the words I want to hear considering it looks like he also spilled red Gatorade all over his hands, chin, and shirt.

Pizza celebration

Here's how we celebrate Cole passing his test to go into Ms. Penny's Kindergarten class a year early {our daycare has a kindergarten program and will test in 4-year-olds so they can go for two years before moving on to first grade}.

We let the kids pick a crappy pizza restaurant, snap at the kids to sit down, stop whining, and behave all while wondering why on earth we just didn't stay home and let them eat candy for dinner instead!!!!

Let's hope Kindergarten is much more enjoyable. For everyone.

80 lb. plant killer

I just don't understand why my sweet 80 lb. Blu turns into a plant killer who digs up every single one of Jeff's flower beds the second I leave for the day. I don't know what to do. And I'm pretty sure it's gonna be me or the dog soon!

"Kay, we need a new car"

There's nothing quite like getting a phone call while you're at work {and your husband is taking the kids to school} and hearing your husband say, "Kay, we need a new car."

Why? Thinking he saw a new truck drive by and now wants a new truck.

Nope.

We need a new car because, "I broke it."

And by broke, he really means crashed it.

Jeff was backing out of the driveway {Did I mention we live on a fairly busy street, especially during the morning and evening commute times?} to make sure Pearl got to school on her bike OK and WHAM! CRASH! SCREECH! Oh *!$%!

He said he didn't even see the trailer he backed into, which is pretty easy to miss trying to get out of the driveway especially in the car. I kept telling him it was fine, it's just a car. And that I was just glad that everyone was OK. He said Cole didn't even realize they'd hit anything until Jeff made him get out of the car and the police officer came by.

Oh, the poor car. Veronica as Jeff calls her. When he got to my office to drop Cole off, Veronica was looking pretty sad on her rear end. I think Jeff's pride was a little hurt. 

I'm just glad it wasn't me making the phone call..... because I'm pretty certain it wouldn't have gone over quite as smoothly had I been the one to hurt Veronica.

Practice, practice, practice

My poor sweet child unfortunately inherited her mother's inability to do anything that involves flipping one's body in the air. Pearl concentrates so hard on her tumbling and I can tell she is trying to do the perfect technique. After nearly a year, she is so close to doing a cartwheel. Which is more than I've ever been able to do.