All About Angie

Yikes!!!!

Eek!! A ghost!!!

In truth, he just happened to run in between me and the clean sheets at the same moment I was folding them (Yes, mother, I do fold my sheets now!). Though he does try his best to scare me, I don’t think he’ll be causing too much trouble in the next week or so.

Susanna at School

In Susanna’s kindergarten class, they are studying the Letter People. If you do not know of the Letter People, you are missing out, for sure. It’s a great way for the kids to attach sounds to letters and put them together to form words.

Anyway, Susanna is having a much easier time these days (for which we are very very thankful). The turning point was fall break (where she had the entire week off from school and all she wanted to do was school work. Go figure). She’s had a much easier time since then. Yay!

So! Back to the Letter People….Last week’s letter was “S”. And you can probably figure out where I’m going with this. It’s her favorite letter, so she took a personal interest in it.

The official Letter Person, Miss S:

Susanna’s rendition:

I did not tell her to do this. Her teacher did not tell her to do this. She WANTED to make a “Miss S”. Complete with Kleenex cape. She even tried to make the shoes the same. And the eyes just made me crack up.

I feel like we’re on the up. Good times, folks! Good times!

Taggin’

From This Classical Life

Ok, here’s a fun little game for you folks with blogs to play. Now, don’t be shy.
The rules are:
1. Search your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (this is meant to say something about you).
4. Post that sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five people to do the same.

So, here’s my sentence:

�Our current theory is that the living ants have come back for the dead, possibly for proper burial.�

We were having an ant infestation and having trouble wiping them all out. (Show of hands: Who remembers the ant infestation?) May 2003. Hm. That brings back memories. Icky, icky memories�..

And I hope that sentence doesn�t say too much about me. Except that to note that anything I say, when taken out-of-context, is sure to sound ridiculous! Even things I say when taken in-context sometimes sound a bit odd, but I digress….

I’m not sure who to tag on this one, so jump in if you feel the urge!

Who Wants A Snack?

Me! me! me! I do! I do!!!……. That’s what I usually hear in response to that question.

This afternoon, I made popcorn (the kind you throw in a microwave, not the “good” kind) for the girls’ afternoon snack. As soon as the popcorn was ready, I heard:

Susanna: Blech!! I strongly dislike popcorn! (We are currently trying to purge the h-a-t-e word from her hip lingo. I guess it’s working. For now.)
Me: Since when do you not looo-ove popcorn?
(If you really love popcorn, this is the part you shouldn’t hear)
Susanna: Cuz the middle part tastes like fingernails.

Fingernails?!!!! I guess I can understand what’s she’s saying, but ICK! Fingernails!!!!

Now, who’s up for a nice toasty warm bag of popcorn fresh from the microwave?

An Educational Experience

As a result of Mark’s (hardly-ever-seen) streak of spontaneity last night, we ended up with all 3 children at a high school football game. I’m not sure what I was thinking. I must’ve passed out and came to in the stands. The VISITOR stands. Wha??????

It started innocently enough.
About 4pm, Mark: Hey, wouldn’t it be fun to take the girls to a high school football game?
Me: (complete with blank look) Uhhhh…..
Mark: Well, you have to go because of the restroom thing (we agreed a long time ago that the girls would not go into a men’s restroom–for obvious reasons–except in emergencies). And Luke has to go because you have to go.

What sounded like logic at the time now seems fuzzy. Ever heard of a babysitter for Luke? Well, anyway, not wanting to be the killjoy, I agreed. We made quick dinner plans (as in, on the way to the game, we stopped at a hamburger drive-in AND USED A COUPON!!!) and ate our hamburgers in the car in the parking lot at the stadium. Then we waited in a nicely sizeable line to buy tickets and get in (apparently, this particular game is a rivalry–Mark knew. I didn’t. Surprise!) with 3 small children. Did I mention we took the kids?

Mark made the executive decision to sit in the visitor section because A. the home team (the town we live in) side is reserved/season ticket holders and we probably wouldn’t be able to get seats there, B. the general admission home section (in either end zone) looks like Tinker Toys put it together many moons ago and with small wiggly children, we might be the ones that finally pull it down. How embarassing! And C. The visitor team is Mark’s alma mater. Luckily, he knew all the cheers, so we didn’t get beat up. I do, however, fear our friends who live around the corner from us and who knew we were there on the seemingly WRONG side. Yikes!

A really bad thing was that as of the time we left (right after halftime–gotta get these kids to bed, don’t ya know), the visitor’s team (in whose section we were sitting) was clobbering the home team (where we live and where our children will go to school) 24-zip. So sad. Well, maybe not, since we were sitting in the section with happy, screaming, smiling people. Most of whom were not drunk, which I think is always a good thing. But maybe I’m thinking of the last college football game I went to. Whatever.

The girls had a blast. They were completely enthralled with the bands and the drill teams and the cheerleaders and yes, even the football game itself. Susanna and Lydia both waved their free souveneirs wildly at all the right times and cheered in the right places (for the visitor team, heh heh). Luke was more intent on staring at the little girl who was sitting behind us (and who had a nasty hacking cough, I might add) throughout much of the game. But he also got into it by signing “football” wildly everytime the crowd cheered, which in our section was most of the time. Very cute.

So in the end, it was a fine decision. The temperature ended up in the low 60s, the kids LOOOOOOVED it, and I got to go home after halftime and put everyone to bed, even me. Yay!

My only complaint is this: If you want your children to learn some *colorful* language, take them to a high school football game! I think my kids were so into the game, they didn’t hear them too much, but we’ll see what sticks! Aaahhh!