Pee Pants

You know that part in Billy Madison when the little kid has an accident?

He wets his pants while on a field trip.

And that fun teacher splashed himself to make it look like all the cool kids were doing it too.

Well, I'd like to say that I, myself was doing that today for some little kid who had an accident while running in the school walkathon.

But that would be a complete lie.

I just totally went my pants while running, dancing, and skipping with my babes to make them have a fun time. And possibly even embarrass them a bit. And because that's how I would act back with my own students, always having fun.

But the jokes on me.

I just embarassed myself with actual pee pants.

Having 3 babies is no joke, and don't you dare try and tell me to do more kegel exercises! I'll just pee on you if you come at me with that nonsense.

Jack ran 4.2 miles and Afton ran 5.2 miles in an hour.

Gronkle

My boy had had some pretty emotional times with his pets.

And I am worried that this Christmas present from Santa may be causing another emotional heartache.

For the last few days, Gronkle has not been himself. He's turning pale, not eating, and lethargic. (I know he could be shedding, but he didn't act like this the last time he shed his skin.)

He's caused my sweet boy to whisper to him while gently rubbing his tank, "Are you okay my little guy? Just eat some food please. I keep saying prayers for you."

Gronkle is the longest living pet that my Jack boy has had, and I wanted to make sure that he had some quality time tonight in case things continue to not go well.

My boy layed on the floor with tears in his eyes as we watched Gronkle explore a new area on this open plain. His color came back and he seemed to get an increase in energy. Not much, but enough to make my boy smile.

We placed him back in his tank and are hopeful that he is just shedding.

Oh I know this seems silly, but please if you could, keep Gronkle in your prayers? I know he's just an animal, a leopard gecko to be specific. I know a little boy who would appreciate it immensely.

In doing so, you will help answer his personal, heartfelt prayers that he will not have, "Another pet that just wants to be anywhere than with me."

Last Day Luau

Favorite snack - "Watermelon... duh. Oh you mean at preschool, well the jellybeans that we got at the ends of the day if we were good. You never wanted to get the popcorn booger one because it was yucky. Not like watermelon."

Favorite book - "Cupcakes and Peanut Butter - All of the friends play soccer."

Favorite lesson - "Dinosaurs and all of them universes (units) I can't choose just one. I liked all the ones."

Best girl friend - "But mom I am not a boy. What do mean? A friend who is a girl? Oh, that's easy. Layla and Madison."

Best boy friend - "Boyfriend... ha! Thayer (not even in her class - a friend from Yucca Valley), but I thought you said I can't have of those until I'm 27."

Favorite song - "I've Got the Whole World in His Hands," while shaking her hips precariously

Favorite game- "Dinosaur and chase them all around"

Favorite activity in the classroom - "Discovery table is my best one and then the kitchen because I'm a good cooker."

What did you not like about preschool? "Kaleb was sad a lot and so that made me sad. He's my friend."

What did you love about preschool? "I loved Mrs. Kenaston, because she teached us a whole lot."

What do you want to be when you grow up? "When I grow up, I want to be a dentist momma like you and daddy."

Jocelyn - age 4 - forever my baby

A Love for Robin Hood

There was a patch of tall, green forest-like trees in the brown desert I grew up in.

This patch of trees was not more than a block long (just off the I-15 South, Charleston exit ramp), and has since been cut down for some time. 

But as a little girl, my mom would drive along this road on her way to work, or my babysitters, or the park, (I can't remember exactly where and neither can she). 

I was around the age of 4 or 5 and as we would drive through this "Forest," and I would pretend I was Maid Marian looking for Robin Hood. It was my favorite movie and Little John was my absolute favorite. Especially because he sounded like Baloo from my 2nd favorite movie at that time, The Jungle Book. 

My mom would say as she drove, "There he is. Look right there. I see him. Do you?" She was so good at spotting Robin Hood and Little John hiding in the trees, and I knew she really did see them. Of course she did, because why would a mom lie to her little child?  Ha! 

I always loved that drive and those beautiful trees. They made me smile. They made me feel like I was in a movie. They made me feel like I had escaped to Sherwood Forest, with the handsome Robin Hood, while I was the beautiful Maid Marian. I always loved those trees. 

I think of that special memory often with my babe as we explore park after park, trail after trail, in our new state. Pretty crazy that we now live in a place full of tall, green, actual forest trees, much different from the brown desert she and I were both born in. 

Sometimes I think I might even spot him. Man, I loved Robin Hood. 

Age of Understanding

I always like to people watch. I especially like to when fun things are about to happen. Me, just sitting back, watching how people want to control/enjoy the situation.

Like for example, a simple water balloon fight. 

The fun mom who had the idea of having that in her yard, wanted the game to be set up with rules. She wanted marked areas for the big kids to stand in and the little kids to be closest to the basket of balloons. 

The middle age kids (ages 9 & 7) listened and stood where they were supposed to, but definitely wished they could say what the oldest kid shouted out to his mom...

"Just let us have fun! There shouldn't be any rules for a water balloon fight. You always do this." (Age 17)

The mom responded in agreement/defeat and threatened a little kid who was sneaking up on her to get her with a balloon. 

The one who took advantage of being little and her placement closest to the basket of balloons, seemed to be the most successful. She seemed to have little more understanding of the activity because of her age (4). 

The two youngest involved (age 3) just liked to pick up the balloons and throw them on the floor right by their feet, not caring one freaking bit that this was an actual water balloon fight. They were not the least bit concerned that people were throwing balloons at them and even squirting them from behind. 

So, I again people watched. My little people watched with their cute cousins people watched. I even filmed it because, come on... it's adorable.

Pretty funny how each kid's perspective or understanding of a water balloon fight is just a bit different from the others because of their age.