Another snow day on the books for New England...how am I supposed to get anything done around here when I'm so busy refereeing baby/kid wrestling matches?! I've already taken 4 excedrin and now I'm enjoying a breakfast of coffee and chocolate chip cookies, so if I'm rolling on the floor convulsing, it's prolly not a seizure, just all the caffeine in my system, m'kay?
I've been doing a lot of wallpapering, painting and re-wallpapering (dayum kids! lol) around here...I guess it's my own version of spring-cleaning cuz gawd knows I'm avoiding those closets like the plague!
But of course, with so many kids around, my "working hours" to paint/paper are from 9:30 pm to 3:00 am...I've been meeting KingKong on his way to the shower many mornings... :o(
And yes, I've been blogging IDOL...sorry to bombard your readers with the posts if you don't watch! I'm doing it for one of the local radio stations, so I thought I'd post them here, also!
The Twinkeys were supposed to have a speech eval today, but of course, snow day = canceled...but that's ok, cuz I wanted to paint one more area before they came and I suppose I should tackle some laundry! The Twinks understand everything, but resort to their own little twin "language" entirely too often...while I think it is freakin a.dor.a.ble when they use their gibberish, and we can pretty much understand what they say/want cuz they use different syllables/sounds for things (like if MonkeyDo is pissed at you, you will know cuz it's the same 5 syllables over and over again and he is pointing at you for emphasis! LOL), I really don't want them to be saying "duh dit doo duh duh duh" for "Get me more milk, woman!" when they are 15 yrs old, kwim? ...either that, or we're gonna have to move to asia hehehe...joking!
Anyhow, I'm hoping to get some blog reading in today...but prolly not if these monkeys have anything to say about it!
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Monday, March 2, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
You Think Kids Say the Darndest Things???.......Well,...
...Just wait 'til they put it in writing and get graded for it!!!
I was going through themountain stack of school papers CuriousGeorge and MonkeyButt put on the counter last night and found: "About Myself" by MonkeyButt.**'' **duh, name change.
The moral of the story folks...someday your child will be in 3rd grade and will have to write something like this, so you better startbrainwashing training prepping them on all the wonderous duties of being a sahm now!
;o)
I was going through the
Well, this is OBVIOUSLY a fictional story or else the word bon-bons would have been included!!!Chapter 1, How Old: I am seven years old and have one sister and five brothers. MonkeyGirl is my only sister, and MonkeyBoy is my teenage brother. Then there's CuriousGeorge, SpiderMonkey, MonkeySee, and MonkeyDo (my little brothers).
Chapter 2, What I Look Like: I have light brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and brown eyebrows.
Chapter 3, How Old Are My Parents and Other People in My House: My dad is 33, my mom is 27. My sister is 14, my brothers are 12, 6, 2, 1, and 1.
Chapter 4, What My Parents Do: My dad drives a big truck all day. But my mom sits on our couch, on the computer or watchingGuiding LightTV.
Chapter 5, My Birthday: I was born on January 11, 2001. I was born in Monkeyville Medical Center.
Chapter 6, Favorite Foods: I like tacos, spaghetti with meatballs, and cereal.
THE END
The moral of the story folks...someday your child will be in 3rd grade and will have to write something like this, so you better start
;o)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
1st day of school 2008.
I said put your arm around him and atleast act like you like each other. Hmpf.
1st Day of School Pics, 3 weeks later :o)
It's the 3rd week of school here and all I can say is Amen for the teachers who take our kids off our hands all day so we may read our blogs in peace who educate the youth of this wonderful country. And the busdrivers who wrangle them pick them up and transport them to and from school. The first year MonkeyButt was in Kindergarten a couple years ago (my first of the five to go to school), he wanted me to bring him to/from school and I didn't mind because I didn't want my TINY 65 pound 5.5 yr old going on that big yellow deathtrap.
Then, the 2nd week of school came that year, and he decided he wanted to ride with the big boys. Ummm, ooooookay. So, I set it up. I told his teacher what bus to put him on and to please make sure he gets a reminder, as they'd be outside at recess when the bus is called to line up. And then, at 3:25pm, I parked in my car near the playground and watched.
I watched him play happily in the sandbox, I watched his bus pull up, I watched as the other kids who live on our road ran to line up when the bell rang, and I watched him continue to play with the children who didn't need to line up yet, as they're bus is the last to leave. I watched our neighbors get on the bus and watched the bus drive away. THEN, I saw the duty teacher telling MonkeyButt that his worst fear had been realized...he missed the bus and was stranded at school. I saw my little boy cry, and I fought back my own tears as I raced around the building and met him in the office torescue him take him home, after paying a little visit to his teacher. (Grrrr.) MonkeyButt swore never to ride the bus again and I was sentenced to transport his behind to and from school forever.
Well, that lasted all of a week. But this time, I asked one of the sweet little neighbor girls to make sure he got on with her, and I repeatedly stalked him at afternoon recess and followed the bus home for the next few days, because I'm THAT cool. ;op
Last year, MonkeyButt moved onto 1st grade and CuriousGeorge joined the Kindergarteners. They rode the bus from day one, which I thought was great, because they were one of the last ones on in the morning and one of the first ones off in the afternoon. About a month into school last year, though, they changed the bus route. My boys had to get on it at 7:45 instead of 8:40 and had to ride almost an hour in the morning before going to the school 4 miles away. I told them no more bus in the morning, but they insisted. We all got up earlier and I gave them their first breakfast of the day (they were starved by the time they arrived at school after riding so long...the school has a free breakfast program for all students).
This year, I was VERY happy to see the original schedule was posted in the Superintendent's mailing that came out in August, the schedule was printed that they were first on and last off. We didn't HAVE to be up until 8:00am, not 7:00am and I felt better knowing they wouldn't be on any of the loopy roads this winter...well, at 7:45am on the first day of school this year, as CuriousGeorge stood in the bathroom with his socks pulled up to his knees, undies, and toothpaste foaming from his mouth and MonkeyButt was outside feeding the puppies, I saw the bus go by our driveway!
I was looking out the window at that time thinking to myself, I wonder if they ever changed the schedule to reflect the new run. NOPE. So, I did what any kindhearted mother would do...I screamed and yelled like a crazed banchee and threw CuriousGeorge out the door with pants in hand. Juuuust kidding. I said, "No problem, children...Never fear, Supermom is here...and I'll just bring you to school today."
WELL, guess what Supermom did the previous day??!? Washed three car seats and two boosters, all of who's cloth materials were still in the dryer and who's belts, buckles, straps, etc. were sitting in a heap on my counter. Shit.
So I served breakfast, got the Twinkeys set up in their high chairs, bribed SpiderMonkey away from the puppies with a breakfast sandwich (which he probably just fed to them anyway) and set out to get the car seats put back together. The first bell rings at 8:40am, I started the seats at 7:50am, and had them put together (no manual needed...I rock! jk) and buckled into the car by 8:23am, had everyone strapped in by 8:32am and dropped the bigs off at the school with 2 minutes to spare...and it's a good thing they had that couple minutes, too, because you know I was THAT mom who dropped them off in my bathrobe and had parked as far from the door as possible! :o)
Here are some pics from them getting OFF the bus on the first day of school 2008, because they certainly didn't get ON one that morning, unless you count my car. heh.
Then, the 2nd week of school came that year, and he decided he wanted to ride with the big boys. Ummm, ooooookay. So, I set it up. I told his teacher what bus to put him on and to please make sure he gets a reminder, as they'd be outside at recess when the bus is called to line up. And then, at 3:25pm, I parked in my car near the playground and watched.
I watched him play happily in the sandbox, I watched his bus pull up, I watched as the other kids who live on our road ran to line up when the bell rang, and I watched him continue to play with the children who didn't need to line up yet, as they're bus is the last to leave. I watched our neighbors get on the bus and watched the bus drive away. THEN, I saw the duty teacher telling MonkeyButt that his worst fear had been realized...he missed the bus and was stranded at school. I saw my little boy cry, and I fought back my own tears as I raced around the building and met him in the office to
Well, that lasted all of a week. But this time, I asked one of the sweet little neighbor girls to make sure he got on with her, and I repeatedly stalked him at afternoon recess and followed the bus home for the next few days, because I'm THAT cool. ;op
Last year, MonkeyButt moved onto 1st grade and CuriousGeorge joined the Kindergarteners. They rode the bus from day one, which I thought was great, because they were one of the last ones on in the morning and one of the first ones off in the afternoon. About a month into school last year, though, they changed the bus route. My boys had to get on it at 7:45 instead of 8:40 and had to ride almost an hour in the morning before going to the school 4 miles away. I told them no more bus in the morning, but they insisted. We all got up earlier and I gave them their first breakfast of the day (they were starved by the time they arrived at school after riding so long...the school has a free breakfast program for all students).
This year, I was VERY happy to see the original schedule was posted in the Superintendent's mailing that came out in August, the schedule was printed that they were first on and last off. We didn't HAVE to be up until 8:00am, not 7:00am and I felt better knowing they wouldn't be on any of the loopy roads this winter...well, at 7:45am on the first day of school this year, as CuriousGeorge stood in the bathroom with his socks pulled up to his knees, undies, and toothpaste foaming from his mouth and MonkeyButt was outside feeding the puppies, I saw the bus go by our driveway!
I was looking out the window at that time thinking to myself, I wonder if they ever changed the schedule to reflect the new run. NOPE. So, I did what any kindhearted mother would do...I screamed and yelled like a crazed banchee and threw CuriousGeorge out the door with pants in hand. Juuuust kidding. I said, "No problem, children...Never fear, Supermom is here...and I'll just bring you to school today."
WELL, guess what Supermom did the previous day??!? Washed three car seats and two boosters, all of who's cloth materials were still in the dryer and who's belts, buckles, straps, etc. were sitting in a heap on my counter. Shit.
So I served breakfast, got the Twinkeys set up in their high chairs, bribed SpiderMonkey away from the puppies with a breakfast sandwich (which he probably just fed to them anyway) and set out to get the car seats put back together. The first bell rings at 8:40am, I started the seats at 7:50am, and had them put together (no manual needed...I rock! jk) and buckled into the car by 8:23am, had everyone strapped in by 8:32am and dropped the bigs off at the school with 2 minutes to spare...and it's a good thing they had that couple minutes, too, because you know I was THAT mom who dropped them off in my bathrobe and had parked as far from the door as possible! :o)
Here are some pics from them getting OFF the bus on the first day of school 2008, because they certainly didn't get ON one that morning, unless you count my car. heh.
Yes, that's a cowboy hat on the busdriver...guess he thinks he lives in the deep south,
not New England...lmao
CuriousGeorge, age 6, my big 1st Grader
MonkeyButt, age 7, he skipped up to 3rd grade this year
(but that's another post, I've kept you long enough today!)
I have one more picture, but I'm going to wait and use it for tomorrow's WW. See ya then!
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