Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Making Strides Against Breast Cancer

  This past weekend we had the ability to join my mother's team in the Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk.   This is the second year my daughters and I have participated and again had a wonderful time.   It started with a dance warm up, followed by the walk, a little time on the playground, and lunch at hooters.

My Grandma made a fantastic bra for my mom that is two cupcakes and every year she has been cancer free they add another candle.  This year marked her 4 year anniversary of completing treatment. 


Mom in her cupcakes, Grandma with some ice cream. And my girls and me in zebra print. Gwiny and Emma both have theirs on under their jackets. 


  
I also should note that my Izzy walked the entire length of the walk, 3.5 miles!  Gwiny accompanied my dad to walmart and lowes because he was injured and couldn't participate.  And Emma rode the whole length of the walk in her stroller and fell asleep at the 3 mile mark. 


  
 

Friday, October 12, 2012

Awesome things my girls say

   Because I feel like we have not done anything particularly interesting or noteworthy in a couple weeks.  I am going to make today's blog about the awesome (and not so awesome) things that my girls sometimes say. We will start with Emma:



  Yesterday we took Isabel to the ENT for a 4:15 appointment.  One thing I love about our ENT's office is that they have a room just devoted to kids.  It has a plastic picnic table and Highlights magazines and toys and a TV that plays the disney channel.  So waiting to be called back is never an issue.  But it all changes when you get in the room and have to wait 25 minutes that seems like 2 hours of all three of your children and yourself trying to sit still and wait.  So I decided I would make up a story to tell them.  And they specifically requested a scary story, of which I will give you an abbreviated version.  All daughters were visited by a scary monster on Halloween and he told them that they would have to do a ritual before midnight otherwise monsters would roam the earth.  But the girls called the cops and the monster ran away.  So the next morning monsters were roaming the earth and they had to make a golden bullet out of their blood and a ritz cracker.  Then they had to find the scariest monster and mommy had to shoot him with the golden bullet and all the monsters would disappear. So they went to the scariest place they could think of, Walmart.  And when they found him he turned in to glitter and then all the other monsters turned in to glitter, so the girls scooped up some monster glitter and went home and made a craft.   
   At some point in this story Emma yelled really loud " I would get my knife!"  I was shocked, I guess I shouldn't be sense I was talking about shooting Monsters and all, but I immediately had to stop my story and talk about how we don't actually want to hurt people or monsters and that this is just a pretend story and how she isn't even allowed to touch knives.  Still not my best parenting moment, not my worst either, but I probably shouldn't tell stories about shooting things. 



Gwin:

 About 10 minutes after the story I was letting them watch videos of themselves on my cell phone and her doctor walked in, apologized for what his hand looked like and assured us that it was a burn and not contagious.  He then proceeded to talk to me throughout the whole appointment and even as we walked out the door he was still talking.  I have never heard a doctor say " Well, I better let you get going" before. Especially this doctor. Izzy has seen him 4 times and he was the one that performed her surgery.  He has always been very professional bordering on curt.  Anyway, after we left I said to the girls " That was weird."  and Gwin was like " Yea, I bet he was talking to us like that so he could get a sponsor so he could get some burn medicine."   I was like " Gwin this isn't the Hunger Games!"

Izzy: 

  Today Izzy had a pajama party for the letter P at school.  So Izzy picked out special pajamas.  She walked out of her room saying this "  Puppy and Peace sign Pajamas for Pajama Party 'P' day"  
Like a boss. 


 

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

The case of the missing Izzy


There are lots of things I should be blogging about like :



 The Gwiny/Israel birthday party. 



Our family trip to Universal Orlando 




My eldest daughters intense interest in becoming a supreme court justice today.



But the most pressing and most hilarious issue in our lives right now is how often Izzy has gone missing in the last two weeks.

   I realize I am being a little Izzy heavy having written two blog entries about her in a row, but what can I say, she gives me a lot of material.  Usually she does enough crazy stuff on her own but this time she has a cohort, her school.

   I am going to preface this with a disclaimer.  I love our daughter's school.  They are both very happy to go to school every day.  They love their teachers, they begged me to bake muffins for their (former) bus driver, they really enjoy going to school every day.  Which makes me a very happy mommy, considering we moved out of the city to be in a place (we could afford) with a good school. In fact our school only does one fundraiser a year and that is what I am baking the 6 cakes for, making it possible to contribute in ways other than buying junk from a catalogue or requesting large sums of money 3 or 4 times a year (both of which we have experienced).

  On Monday of last week the girls came home on bus B which was unusual because they have ridden bus A since the first day of school.  Oh well, they got home.

   On Tuesday of last week, bus B drove by, stopped, and my daughters were not on the bus.  The bus driver radioed the other buses and it was found that my girls were on bus C.  The bus driver assured me that bus C would drop them off at home.  So I walked back from the bus stop and by the time I got home bus C had stopped and off came my girls not knowing anything was wrong.  I asked the bus driver why they were on this bus and he said " I don't know, I am just a substitute."  Okay.

  On Wednesday the girls came home on bus B and we were told by the bus driver that this was their new bus.  They should always be on bus B.

  On Thursday Gwiny came home on bus D and the bus sped off before I noticed there was no Izzy. Gwiny was hysterical because Izzy was not on the bus.  She said she had told the bus driver that her sister was missing but the bus driver was too busy and didn't hear her.  I called the school and they were able to track her down on bus C.  Bus C brought Izzy home and when I asked the bus driver what had happened she didn't know.  She said she thought Izzy may have gotten on the bus because it looks like bus B.

 On Friday I wrote a note in to the school that the girls would be car riders for that day and all of the following week until I was able to contact someone who could tell me what bus the girls were supposed to be on.

 On Monday I talked to the school office.  They told me that they had no idea what bus routes had changed and that they are contacted at the end of every day if there are any bus changes.  I told them I planned on calling the bus depot and that I would find out if the girls bus had changed or if there were just substitutes.  They said " If you find anything out let us know."

 On Tuesday (today) I called the bus depot.  They told me that the girls were to permanently be on bus B.  So I called the school and told them.  They repeated thanked me for being so nice about the whole situation and said they had had a lot of trouble with the bus situation and were disappointed with the way the bus system had kept them in the dark about a bus change.

  I felt a completion to my goal!  I now know that when they resume bus riding on Monday they will be on bus B, maybe.  Anyway, they will probably get her home.

  I go to pick up the girls at school today.  And there is Gwiny waiting for me..... with no Izzy in sight.  At this point I tell them, "umm... we are missing my other daughter."   They radio the front office ( the lady I have been contacting, which I am sad to say, I have no idea what her name is.) and she says, through the radio " Check bus B and bus A because Isabel gets confused."

  At this point I can't stop laughing.  How has my daughter ended up in the wrong place 3 times in 6 school days?  How much of this is her fault?  How much is the school to blame? What am I going to do with Izzy?

  Izzy's teacher brings her out and says that Izzy kept telling her she was a car rider this week but she wasn't listening to her, she kept saying " You are a bus rider!" She apologized and told Izzy she would listen to her from now on.

  Well Izzy has made it home all three times.  And later she smeared chocolate cake all over her face, so she must be feeling okay.