Random Stuff

So this spring has come and gone and I have been a bad bad mommy and not recorded much of it.

Today being mother’s day the children gave me gifts.  I took them to Target on Thursday so they could pick these gifts out.  C gave me a candy bouquet.  It was a green cup filled with Junior Mints, and it had chocolate Twizzlers sticking up in it like flowers.  Delicous.  He also gave me a giant Toblerone bar and a pink carnation.

O gave me a set of three notebooks in rainbow colors.  One has lined paper, one has blank paper and one has graph paper.  She also gave me a big packet of pens.  Awesome.

Tonight we went to Hickory Park for dinner, and there was some interesting dinner conversation.  A couple examples:

O:  If I ate myself would I disappear or would I become twice as big?

C:  When I’m an adult and I do something revolutionary with science, I am going to cross animal and human DNA to give people super-powers.

Once again I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have normal children.

I’m not sure what this means…

I was giving the C-man a hug this morning, and, as I do every morning I said “my best boy”  He responded with “my best mommy.”   Then he paused and said “of course you’re my only mommy, so technically that makes you my worst mommy too.”

Then he wanted oatmeal.

Hmmm…

Bacon Pancakes

We have been singing this song for weeks.

You can ask mom.  We sang it at the Mall of America on the escalators.

Anyway, I have been planning on making Bacon Pancakes for a while now.  We were going to have them for breakfast yesterday, but O didn’t get home from her sleepover until lunchtime.  So we had breakfast for dinner tonight.  Would that be Brinner?  Dinfast?  Anyway here they are:

I just cooked the bacon and then put it in the pancakes right before I flipped them.  Voila:

 

They were alright.  Princess O was disappointed.  She said you couldn’t really taste the bacon.  C said it probably tasted more like pancake (with bacon) instead of BACON!(with pancake).  But he doesn’t like bacon so he was just guessing.  And honestly, he was pretty accurate.

 

Overheard at dinner

O stands up and bumps into the table.  I commented that it had sounded like it hurt.

O:  That was my phone so no, it didn’t hurt.

C:  Did you break it?

O:  C, it’s like an unbreakable phone.  You can’t break it.

Pause

Well, maybe if you threw it off the Empire State Building.

Pause

Maybe not even the Empire State Building.  Maybe Mount Everest.

Homecoming

Homecoming was actually a couple of weeks ago, but I am a Very Bad Mommy and I am just now getting around to posting the Royal Photo.

Ta da

With many thanks to her friend D’s mom who took these photos for me.

Here’s another one

Doesn’t she look beautiful?  I think so.  But, of course, I might be just ever so slightly biased.

She spent the day hanging out with her friends, and they all got ready at D’s house.  Then they all went to the dance in their usual herd.  She did not have a date.  This is fine with me.

But I fear it is only a matter of time….

 

The end of an era

Left to right, me, Princess O and Firestorm

 

We had some sad news at O’s horseback riding lesson today.  The barn she rides at is closing.

I suppose I should have seen this coming.  The owner moved away about a year ago, and I am not exactly sure how she has managed to keep things running since then.  And apparently they are not going to be running anymore.

Her coach will be moving to another facility close by so O can still ride.  So that’s something.

Princess O is just devastated.  She has been crying on and off (mostly on) since her coach gave her the news.  She has been riding there since she was in the third grade.  It is a real haven for her.  And now she is losing that.  It really sucks to see your baby so sad and upset and not have any way to help her feel better.

Sometimes this mom gig is really hard.

Sigh.

Thieves

Some of the tomatoes are missing.

I know I really shouldn’t complain since they weren’t actually mine in the first place.

We were sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast this morning when a squirrel hopped up on the flower pot and helped himself.

Then he took a seat in one of my patio chairs and sat there eating his unripe baby sized tomato, while he was looking right at us.

The nerve.

 

The Accidental Garden

There is a tomato plant growing next to my patio.  I had nothing to do with it.  I suspect some bird or squirrel or chipmunk must have dropped a tomato seed there earlier this summer.

I discovered this rogue plant a week or so ago and told the kids about it.  They said “cool”.  I told them I was pretty sure we wouldn’t get any tomatoes, but that it was kind of cool anyway.

Well, guess what?

Yep, tomatoes.  I propped the plant up on an empty flowerpot once I noticed these little guys.  The kids want to know when we can eat them.  Frankly I’m pretty sure we won’t get the chance.  I suspect the woodland creatures that delivered the tomato plant in the first place will be claiming their prizes.

And even if they don’t, I am not sure I can eat these tomatoes.  It doesn’t feel like they belong to me.  Does that sound weird?

 

OMG, I can’t believe I forgot this part

Yesterday while Princess O was attending Big Scary High School the fire department arrived  to put out a car fire in the parking lot.  Apparently they police were there too.  This is probably normal for a car fire in the parking lot.

Anyway, she told me about it yesterday afternoon.

Later that evening we were talking about her day and I said something about how I told her  things would be okay and that high school was not as intimidating as she thought it would be and blah blah blah.

She interrupted me at that point and said, “mom, to be fair, there were flames.”

 

First day of school

My sweet baby princess is in high school.  Does she look older?

I am frankly, stunned.

She was pretty nervous.  Last night she wrapped herself up in her bedclothes and announced that she was a burrito.  And that burritos do not go to Big Scary High School.  I informed her that burritos do in fact go to Big Scary High School.  She disagreed.  I disagreed back.  In the end, I won (of course).

I drove her to school.  The cheerleaders were wearing their uniforms.  It was just like Glee!

She says she got lost twice, but she did manage to find the exits when school got out.  She said she had to carry her lunchbox with her all morning because she couldn’t find her locker.  She also said she still hasn’t found the bathrooms.  I suggested she get that one figured out pretty quickly.

C-man, meanwhile started seventh grade.  Ta da:

He looks thrilled, doesn’t he?  He was not at all excited to go back to school.  Declaring school torture and awful.  I feel bad for him.  I hated school too.  He seemed happier after school today.  He said he thinks this year will be better.

Watch this space