I'm Roxie and welcome to my blog! This is a virtual scrapbook of our life. I document everything from funny stories to crafts! This blog is a tiny snippet of my life and my thoughts - thanks for stopping by!
They've only been in school 1 week and I'm already having issues.
Rilyn came home from school the other day limping because her new school shoes gave her blisters on her heels.
I asked her why she didn't ask her teacher for a band aid and she said "I did mom, she said she didn't have any."
Hmm.. my 5 year old has blisters and you don't have a band aid and you dont send her to the nurse for one.
I decided to give her teacher a break... its only the first week of school, therefore, its a little early for me to be labeled is "phsyco mom".
The next day I sent Rilyn to school with a box of band aids for her teacher.
I told my husband that, that was the only warning her teacher was getting and next time I wouldn't be so nice.
I also posted a rant on my face book page about it.
Annnnnnd in about 13.524 minutes later her teacher called me.
And no, we aren't 'facebook friends'.
Anyway, she told me Rilyn has brought her the box of band aids and that she was sorry if her blisters got over looked and she would make sure she gets a band aid if she needs one. She also said Rilyn is super smart and she is a great helper, and shes glad she is in her class.
I cannot believe my babies are in kindergarten! And going to school ALL day! Rilyn wanted to wear her hair curly so she slept in sponge rollers and she thought she was hott stuff this morning! And C.J., I mean "Christopher" (he told his teacher he'd prefer to be called "Christopher"... so I will try to get use to that, was just as handsome as ever!
I'm just not going to take them in public anymore. Seriously.
Because it never fails. Every.Single.Time. I take them in public they thoroughly embarrass me. And believe it or not, I'm not use to it yet.
And yes, I am keeping count, you know, for future use.
Like when I choose to crash their prom with some of my cool dance moves to pay them back.
Just an idea.
Anyways, if you know our family, then you know that we joke. A LOT. We kid around with them, which may or may not ALWAYS involve the words "Poop Head", which brings me to Episode #430.
While at gymnastics one evening Josh and Raigen were playing around. An elderly 70ish year old man was sitting next to them observing and thought he'd join in on some of the fun too. Big mistake.
"That's my Daddy!" The old man said kidding around with Raigen.
"No hes not!" She screamed.
"I will punch you in the face, you poop head!"
Shes 3. And she talks like that to strangers. I know, it sounds really bad.
The old man did not find that very funny. And he did not speak to her for the rest of the evening.
You see, at home, this is totally normal verbiage. She calls us a poop head... we call her fart breath... and it goes on ... and on ... and on. However, it never occurred to me that this may one day bite me in the butt.
Oh shes just 3. She'll grow out of that. You say.
I'm not so sure about that.....
Which brings me to Episode #431. Rilyn. The five year old.
The other evening we decide to take the kids out to dinner after cheer leading and football practice. While at dinner the waitress begins to bring out our meals. She placed Josh's plate in front of him and said, "Here Hun.."
Rilyn then yelled.."Um excuse me! Why is she calling you Hun!?"
No one said a word.
Oh dear Lord my face had to be solid white.
And lets not leave C.J out. A while back were standing in line at walmart. He then began talking to little boy in line in front of us.
"This is my mom and my sister." The little boy explained to C.J.
"Why is your moms teeth all broken!?" C.J bluntly asked. Loudly.
Granted, her teeth were all 'broken'.. and black .. and rotted. But WHY did my child have to point that out!?
Its never ending with these wild animals I call children. The truth is... if you want a good laugh. Just take them in public. Period.
When you become a mother there are a few things that competly change.
Your ability to poop in private.
And the term "All-nighter".
Last thursday my cousin invited me to her house for a 'girls night'. She lives almost 2 hours away so I figured I'd just stay the night and head to work the next morning.We hadn't got to hang out in a while, so it was much needed.
When I got there and spotted the watermellon margaritas I knew it was probably going to be an all-nighter.
No big deal, right?
Hello! I have 3 kids, Ive had many all-nighters. The late night feedings with a fussy baby, the sick kid up all night puking.... all the while having to work the next day. Piece of cake.
No big deal.
I went to bed at 3:30, woke up late, so late that I didnt have time to change clothes, late. Um yeah...
Then I drove almost 2 hours to work, with a migrain, on an empty stomach.... and when I say empty, I mean e-m-p-t-y.
Yeah. THAT kind of empty. The kind of empty, where when you get to work, you look down at your shoes and realize what you ate for dinner, empty.
Rilyn has begged my since she could talk to do cheer leading. I have been hesitant for several reasons, one being that she is young and I didn't want to over load her. She is already in gymnastics and was on a traveling competitive gymnastics team too. Two, probably the main reason.... I just don't want to have to sit outside in the HEAT for all those darn practices and games.
Well... here we are. In cheer leading. In the heat. Boo.
I though Rilyn would be A LOT more excited about this cheer thing. Especially since she watches 'Bring it on' non-stop.
The other day I asked her.... "So, how are you liking cheer?"
"Mom. Can I confess something?..."
"I hate cheer leading. This is NOTHING like 'Bring it on'!"
Apparently she hates the heat too...... and the fact that her cheer uniform doesn't show her stomach!
Rilyn is now 5 and is currently in gymnatics and cheerleading. This is her first year to cheer and she was SO excited. Especially after watching Bring It On, like 50 times.
Rilyn: "Hey mom, do I get like, a short cheerleading shirt, that like, shows my belly?"
Me: "Aboslutely not."
Where has my baby gone?
C.J. is 4, and LOVES soccer. Now that soccer season is over he is playing football for the first time. Its really cute, Rilyn's cheer squad actually gets to cheer for his games, and I get a two-fer!:)
Raigen, the baby, whos not a baby anymore is 3. I love this age. Hilarious doesnt even begin to describe her. She is in gymnatics and is A-MAZING. Seriously. I guess from watching big sis all these years at gymnastics. This 3 year old is a handstand, carwheel, roundoff machine!
Here a recent picture of them:)
And this is why I have no time for my blog:
I work Monday-Friday 8-5 THEN....
Monday: Cheerleading 6:30-7:30
Tuesday: Gymnastics 5:15-6:00
Wednesday: (I get a break!) Gymnastics 6:30-7:15
Thursday: Cheerleading 6:30-7:30
Friday: Im pretty much unconsious.
And did I mention I also volunteer for CASA?
And while we are on the subject of me, lets get a few things straight.
Ya know, clear the air, avoid any confusion.
I am a horrible blogger.
You're going to have to get use to it if we are going to be BFFS, ya know.
Okay now that, thats out of the way.
Acouple of weeks ago it was my hubbys 27th birthday and he made it clear that he didnt want to really do anything this year, maybe just dinner. So, I surprised him with a surprise dinner with our family and friends at a hibatchi grill and bowling.
And my favorite picture of the night!
Take a look at our 2013 Christmas card! :)
Who doesn't love seeing an little man pee in your mother-n-laws mouth?