Uh, Oh

Today was Alan's kindergarten class Halloween party. I, along with a few other mom's, was there to help out. While the kids were introducing their mom's to the class, one mom who was dressed like a witch (a friend fortunately), jokingly said "you can call me Witchy." Alan then decided he wanted to rhyme and shouts out "Witchy &#%*" (uh, I"ll let you guess what he chose to say that rhymed with witchy).

I was mortified.

I noticed a few other mom's raise their eyebrows but no one said anything. I guess if there is a low turn out at Alan's birthday party we will know why. I swear we are not that kind of family. Umm . . . well, maybe swear is not the right word.

Today I feel like a Mom

I'll be honest, I've been a mom for almost 6 years but I don't always feel like one. Sometimes just a babysitter, and sometimes a drill Sargent. But today Hyrum and I made bread together. That feels like a mom. And being a mom . . . feels great.

Is this a red flag?

Should I be worried that when my kids play "Cars", they don't argue over who gets to be Lightning McQueen? No, they both want to be Chick Hicks, because he gets to push the other cars off the track.

I didn't think I would be so sad

This last week was fall break. It was a lot of fun. The bathrooms did not get cleaned, the floors were not mopped, and only a minimal amount of laundry was done. But we did make multiple trips to the park, we went to the zoo, the natural history museum, and plenty of reading books tickling, and cuddling. I really had a lot of fun this week, and I think my boys did too.

Now I'm feeling sad. School starts up again tomorrow. Back to rushing in the morning, and leaving my 5 year old in the care of someone else for six and a half hours. Alan has a wonderful teacher, but really, 6 1/2 hours? Why couldn't it be a little shorter? I feel like I am saying goodbye until Thanksgiving. It's funny how I was so ready for school to start but now I wish I had a little bit longer.

At least I have plenty of things to keep me busy. You know, the bathrooms, mopping, and of course laundry.

The kids got pretty worn out after all we did this week.

Whatever it Takes

Well, at least he's eating dinner.

I know my family is all laughing at this one because I was certainly the worst eater in my house and it is only fitting that I got one of my own.

I Know it's Not Halloween

But who can resist playing dress up?

You'd think I would have learned by now

This summer we had some crayons go through the dryer. Yes we had melted crayon over everything. I wanted to cry. Actually I may have cried, I don't remember. I did my research on the Internet to try and find a solution to getting crayon out of clothing, and there are about a million ideas out there including using gasoline (no thank you). So I decided to just use my favorite stand by stain solution and it worked! Only one shirt out of the whole load ended up having to be thrown away.

You think I would have learned my lesson but even though the kids are absolutely forbidden to put crayons in their pockets (like that makes a difference) I did laundry last week and sure enough we had a crayon go through the dryer again. I don't like doing laundry as is but having to check all the pockets adds like half an hour. So I came up with two lessons I learned from this experience.

1. Check the pockets before I do laundry
2. NEVER buy cargo shorts/pants for my kids (way to many pockets to check and my kids will always use the most obscure one to hide things in).

If you want to know my fantastic stain removal recipe it comes from the Tightwad Gazette

Add one cup each of powdered Cascade and Clorox II to 5 gallons of the hottest water to come out of your faucet. Soak overnight (or a couple days in my case), and launder as usual. This has worked great for me with the crayons as well as a myriad of other stains.

A First for Everything

There are a lot of firsts in Kindergarten. The first day of school, first loose tooth, and of course a first love letter.

I'm curious to see if the letter actually gets delivered. He has a tendency to be in love one minute and forget about it the next. I'm glad I got to archive this though.