All About Angie

Conversations, Part 870

As I was putting The Determined (aged 5.95555 years) to bed, she proceeded to tell me how much she loved me (And I would be kidding you if I told you that I don’t really like it when that happens).
The Determined: Momma, you’re the bestest momma in the whole world!!!

For some bizarre and unknown reason, I decided to press her on this. Why? I don’t know. I confess to my idiot tendencies. I should have known better….

Me: How do you know I’m the bestest? How many mommas have you had?

D (Caught off guard): Well…. Hmmm…

Me (testing her with different mommy-friends who are secretly named with non-traceable letters): How about Mrs. X? Am I a better momma than her?

D: Oh yes. Definitely.

Me: What about Mrs. Y? Am I better?

D: Yep. You are better!

Me: What would you say to Mrs. Z? Am I a better mommy?

D: Yes.

Me (now going for the jugular): What about Grandma? Am I a better mommy than Grandma?

D: Oh, no! The bestest momma would be Grandma, then you, then Mrs. blah blah blah..

Honestly, I don’t know who was next, because I lost interest after I got de-throned by my mother.

If you’re reading this, Grandma, all that chocolate and other forms of spoilage have paid off*. Congratulations!

*Kidding, Grandma! I know it’s yer luv that melts her little heart. But the chocolate doesn’t hurt!

Back to School

School began for another year this morning. I sent my 5.5 year old and my 7 year old into the throes of public education for what appears to be a year of sublime bliss. Ha ha ha ha!! Probably not. But here we are, trying to make the best of it.

The Determined started kindergarten and is the tallest in her class and has the most teeth missing. The Compassionate is now in 2nd grade and is excited about the Real! Live! Fish! in her classroom, as well as the fact that she now has a Really! Cool! Desk! instead of a measley ole table at which to sit.

The Red Flash is only 3, but will begin public education speech therapy this week through the school system (and this next part is key) AT THE SAME SCHOOL AS THE SISTERS. And that, my friends, is a beautiful thing. No more of this “all over town” kind of action. I’m all for it. And he is too. He is excited for his own kind of “school”–he helped me unload the dishwasher this morning by sorting silverware. When he was about 75% finished, I realized he had not washed his hands. Ugh. Who wants to come over for dinner?

And now for the portion of this blog wherein I attempt to entertain…..

Here are the first things said when/after we dropped everyone off:
The Determined (seconds before she entered her classroom): OH! HERE is my class! Well, BYE!!!! (And the only thing I saw after that was the ::SWISH:: of the back of her hair)
The Compassionate (seconds before she entered her classroom): I love you! Please don’t forget to pick me up!
And then, once out of the building and walking to the car:
The Red Flash: Yay! Now we can go home and play games ALL DAY LONG!!! We can play the matching game! We can play Uno! We can play trains and cars! We can play dominoes! We can play….(and the list was extremely LONG AND he doesn’t even know how to play dominoes)….
Mark: Great! NOW the house-cleaning can FINALLY begin!

So there you have it. And because of Mark’s sassy mouth, I took a super unflattering picture of him and threatened to post it on my blog. He did not feel threatened. Ugh.
Yes! I forgot to tell you! I purchased a camera! I ended up with a Canon Rebel XTi. I test drove a few cameras at Best Buy last week before purchasing from amazon.com. Those folks at Best Buy were really nice and highly informative, but I saved $150 buying from amazon. I wish I could’ve bought from the informative help, but 150 bucks is 150 bucks, ya know? (I haven’t figured out yet how to download the pictures, but when I do, you will be the first to know.)
I’m sure I’ll spew more of my infinite wisdom from the annuls of elementary school when The Sisters come home.

Quotables

These from the past week…..

1. In the car on the way home from church….the children each had water bottles (to drink, of course) and they were repeatedly “toasting” them (aka “banging them together with great force”) and saying, “He is Risen!” and “He is Risen, indeed!!”

2. Luke, referring to his newest favorite snack: “I WANT MY PI-WAH BOO-TEE!!”

Usually at the top of his lungs in the middle of the grocery store. And that, friends, is the moment when I pretend I don’t know him. Ok, I kid. But seriously. Not so loud, child!

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And also, pictures from last week….

A granola bar that has been meticulously gutted and de-chocolate chipped by a 2.9167 year-old

Yucky Ducky at the park

And lastly, the eastern morning sky after a particularly loud thunderstorm the previous night

(Yes! I took that with my crummy little Olympus!)

New Things I Forgot…

You would think when I type an entry (yesterday) I could remember some exciting things. Well, apparently, I can’t. So here are two more updates I should have included yesterday that I just remembered…

1. We sold our truck. It’s gone. And in its place, HEY! A garage floor! That thing took up quite a bit of room, as one would imagine. Unfortunately, that means we only have one vehicle now. It’s not so bad, especially since Mark works from home. It’s only bad because now instead of some of us being late, ALL of us are late. Not that we took separate cars all the time, but life was certainly a lot more convenient with 2 cars. It’s also a lot more expensive! HA!

2. The really exciting news……..Luke said his first real sentence……are you ready? This might be filed under Too Much Information, but here it is:

“I pooped.”

No kidding! Get excited, people! He speaks!! (And possibly, could be ready to learn a new and highly desireable skill!)

Best end this entry now…..

Overheard

Interrupting the famous Road Trip Stories to bring you this fascinating morsel….

Lydia (upon waking from her nap to a LOUD thunderstorm, praying): …..Dear God…….Please don’t let anything get tornadoed……..