Another Note Found

I love this kid. His 7 year old handwriting gets me all the time. There is just something surreal to think that your child is starting to handle his own problems and mistakes. Is he really old enough? Yup. I guess he is.
I love you bugaboo.
p.s. My favorite part is the little tiny "r" squeezed between the "n" and the "u" for "Ms. Soujourner." I can just see him saying, "oh shoot, I forgot the "r".

Can I get just ONE GENE?

O.K. So when I was younger my mom signed me up for dance with some neighborhood friends. I am pretty sure the instructors asked her not to sign me up for the second session because I have always wondered why my friends kept dancing and I didn't.

I didn't like it anyway...jerks.

So now, meet my 2 year old. Dancing Queen. Again, along with my boys, she takes after her dad's side of the family. Can I please just get ONE GENE!

Yesterday, William actually told me that he likes soccer. WoW. Of course, he still likes legos and Diary of a Wimpy kid way more...but hey, it's a "likes".

Jake isn't sure what he likes. But he does like his sister and tells her how beautiful she is at dancing.

As long as they love their mother and gives me hugs and kisses everyday, I guess I'll count my blessings. Whatever they "likes".

The Babes

I am sooo excited I got this picture. One of our favorite things is when Namoi starts "sulking". It is the best. And the best part about it, is that if you don't respond to her "sulking", she'll just keep sulking. I absolutely love it. In this picture she is sulking because she doesn't want her picture taken. Our favorite was when she was acting like a kitty and we told her "no, kitty" and she stayed on all fours and purred out of the room like an insulted animal with her little kitty head hung down. She crawled so slowly and sadly that we couldn't resist laughing in her moment of despair.

p.s. I was taking pictures because she never lets me do her hair. That'll teach me to take pictures next time she lets me do her hair.

I'm Lonely (no, not me. well, actually I am too)

The other day I dropped the kids off at school. The drop off line is kindof ummmm, strict. You have about 36.3 seconds until they start getting a bit cranky with you. That morning, they definitely got a bit cranky with me. Jake wouldn't get out of the car. I turned around to see this sad little face. He looked so cute and innocent, of course, I melted. Upon my asking what was wrong, I got this response, "I just feel so lonely when I 'm at school." I reminded him of his three thousand friends that he has and he replied, "I just feel lonely when I'm not with you."

Oh, Mooch, if you only knew. If you only knew that there is nothing in the world that makes me feel more lonely than being apart from you. And nothing makes me feel better than looking in your eyes. My favorite time of day...you know what it is. That ginormous jump hug as you come running towards me from that school at the end of the day. And suddenly, neither of us are lonely anymore.

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Halloween Preview

Well, not really. What we are REALLY being is a surprise.

But I must say, Jake is one scary something or whatever, and Scout fits into that size 6 boys T-rex costume pretty good. With some help from her dad, of course.

Monkey see...Monkey do, my bugaboo

This Second Grade homework is doing our family in. Holy Smokes. The other day we had to wake up early just to finish William's spelling practice test. I hurriedly gave him the words and watched him pencil the correct spelling in his bestest handwriting. By the end of the "practice test" I noticed the instructions said, "please write spelling words in ABC order." I noticed first and was praying William wouldn't notice. He did! He let out a huge moan and we just didn't have time to erase the whole dang page and start over, so I re-assured him that I would write a note to his teacher and explain what happened. My note stated,

"Dear Ms. Soujourner, I just gave William the spelling test and after we were done I noticed the ABC instructions. I am so sorry. It is my fault. Thank you, Jessica Ford."

A couple nights ago William forgot his planner at school. Oh, well. Life goes on.

The next day I picked him up from school and the first thing he told me in a quivering voice was

"mom, I got on yellow today." (yellow is a warning on the color wheel. p.s. I HATE the color wheel) He explained to me that it was because he left his planner at school and he forgot to do one of his homework assignments.

After going through his backpack, I was looking through his five million worksheets of homework and I came across the cutest note that I have ever seen.

It said, (the exact spelling) in the pencil writing that I love.

"Dear Ms. Sojurner, I forgot To bring my planer home so I coud not do it sorry it is my fuolt."

Monkey see, Monkey do. I love, absolutely love my big bugaboo.

I've got it...

I picked the kids up from school as usual. William, Jake and Leah (our carpool buddy). I let them play on the playground and get "their energies out". I noticed Jake and his best friend Xander wrestling over by the side of the building. They were laughing. I let them wrestle. Xander's mom wasn't concerned either. I looked over again and again. They were wrestling for quite a while and it got pretty intense. But again, they were laughing. All the the sudden I see a mom get up off of her bench and clap her hands very loudly. You know, that clap you do when you really want to get somebody's attention. She continued, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, what are you doing?" And then she said something like, "we do not behave that way." By this point I had started walking to the scene and told the lady, "hey, I've got this. These kids are mine." She kindof got defensive and said, "did you see what they were doing? Doesn't that bother you?" I responded, "No, they were just playing. They are having fun. They're fine" She looked at me in disbelief and stomped off. Jake was now huddled close to the building thinking that he was going to get in trouble. Oh, brother. I felt like yelling, "Do you know how hard it is for this kid to sit in that classroom for six hours a day? He is doing great. GREAT! He's FIVE! And all he is doing is burning off all of that pent up "energies" that he has collected from all of that hard learning. Do you even know how hard it is to learn how to read? That is hard business!

Anyway, it was pretty funny. And honestly, thanks to parents who break up fights. I actually really do appreciate it. Next time, just make sure it's a fight....oh, and make sure the parent can't hear you yelling at their kid either.