Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Quite possibly, the most hilarious thing Megan has said in all her 7 1/2 years on this planet.

I'm sure on some level I'm biased about my children, as all parents are. I'm sure I think my kids are cuter, smarter, and more hilarious than others do, but I suppose that is part of being a parent. I also think there comes a time as a parent when you realize that your child has grown up, has matured right before your eyes and somehow, you may have missed when that happened. Today that happened for me. Every week, Megan has her religious education class and every week we have the same routine-I pull up, I let her out, I watch her walk through the doors, and it is only then that I drive away.

Although today, I pulled up, I let her out, and I watched her trip and take a nose dive onto the ground. The papers from her folder sprawled everywhere. I gasped and waited, sure she was going to run back to the car crying. But that isn't what happened. She got up, looked at her knee for a moment, gathered her papers and headed into the building without so much as a backwards glance toward me.

An hour later, I was back at the church to pick her up and as we walked back to the car, I casually mentioned the tripping incident. "So..." I said cautiously, "You took a bit of a spill on the way into your class, huh?"

"Uh, yeah." Megan nodded.

"I thought for sure you were going to come running back to the car crying." I said.

"Really?" Megan responded. "Well I thought you were going to get out of the car and come over with a pen and write LOSER on my forehead."

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Haircut snafu

Seeing as I was a teenager in the 1980's, I have a number of stories that entail embarrassing hair moments. These range from the less than poofy bangs after swimming class when my Clicker curling iron ran out of butane, to the flat hair caused on a humid day when my Aqua Net hairspray ran out, to the hideous poodle perm that I had where the stylist assured me that it would "relax" in a week or two, to my favorite...

My friends from high school call it the "Even Steven Haircut" or it is also known as the time Jen got a not-so-super-cut-from-Super-Cuts. I won't go into a lot of detail but suffice to say, I left the salon crying because my bangs were totally uneven. And I'm not talking about the "oh, they're just a little off and I can fix it on my own when I get home" kind of uneven. I'm talking about the "These bangs are at a 45 degree angle uneven and the stylist should have her license pulled" kind of uneven. I remember coming home and calling my friends to come over- begging them to help me fix it. I also remember them walking in and rolling on the floor laughing once they saw me. By the time we were done, uh..."fixing it", my bangs were about 1/2 inch in length.

Anyway, I say all this because Jack got his haircut over the a place called Great Clips. The first day he came home I didn't even notice anything amiss. But as the days have gone by, I can't stop fixating on the bangs. So much so that going forward, this haircut in my mind will be known as the not-so-great-clip-from-Great-Clips.

Friday, March 13, 2009

So that's what goes on in that head of hers.

Today we had a conference with Megan's teacher. Things went just fine and Megan's teacher sent home Megan's journal with us to read. It's an interesting read. I feel like I have a better insight into her thought process. Among my favorite entries:

Entry titled "You get too much food!! Megan/great one"
I am most like the Great One because I tease my brother because my brother can't swim. I order less food at McDonald's.

(My thought: WTH????)

Entry titled "COW"
If I could talk to a cow, I would ask...Why do you make milk? Why do you say moo? Can I ride on you? Do you have a brother or sister? How old are you? Can my friend ride on you?

(My thought: Again...WTH????)

Entry titled "September 4 '08"
My family is very nice. I don't get along with my brother. His name is Jack and he is 4. My dad is a teacher.

(My thought: What am I? Chopped liver???)

Entry titled "9/18/08"
2nd grade is fun and kinda hard. We do a lot of math. We are so close to a pebble party. Cubs stink...Yay me!

(My thought: Her Bampa would be so proud)

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Daylight Savings Time and my kids don't seem to see eye to eye.

Me personally, I love daylight savings time. Extra hours of daylight? Yes, please thankyouverymuch. My kids, seemingly not so much thankyouverymuch.

Normally Megan and Jack are early birds. They are the kids that would come knocking on your door asking your kids to play at 7:00 AM, if I let them. They are the kids that don't need alarm clocks. Their internal body clocks do that just fine thankyouverymuch. But yesterday, their body clocks were amiss. I waited patiently. 6:00 came and went. 6:30 came and went. 6:45 came and went and by 6:55, I decided I had to take action. Megan moaned and groaned a little bit as I roused her from her bed but she was manageable. Jack on the other hand, well... I opened his door and sat down on the edge of the bed. I reached over to give him a gentle nudge and instead of the usual, cheerful "Good morning Mommy!" I usually get when he makes his way downstairs, he rolled over and started yelling at me. Uh, yeah- I said yelling at me.


Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I guess things are different than when I was young.

Megan: Mom, you want to hear something funny?
Me: Sure.
Megan: Today at lunch, Sean leaned over my head and burped on it. He just leaned over and went like this- Buuuuurrrrp. Right on my head.
Me: That's so rude!
Megan: No it's not. It's funny.
Me: I think that is rude behavior.
Megan: Well, not in second grade it's not.
Me: Oh.
Megan: And you want to hear something else funny?
Me: Okay.
Megan: Sometimes, when I'm at the drinking fountain with Joey, we take water and go like this (makes flicking motion with her hand) at each other.
Me: Really? What do you do that for?
Megan: Because it's funny and when we walk back into Miss T's class, Joey usually has a big smile on his face...and I usually have a wet shirt.
Me: Huh... okay then. Goodnight Meg.
Megan: 'Night Mom.