Camping 2012

I bought a tent on clearance right after Christmas last year for another trip, and the kids have been begging me to go camping ever since.




I'm not a huge fan of camping during NC summers - too hot and too buggy - so last weekend seemed like the perfect opportunity to go.




We managed to get a huge site, right by the lake.








It did rain a bit, so we had to spend some time inside the tent.






I even had my nails done!



Everyone's favorite is the campfire and s'mores!








We decided to end the weekend a little early.  By Sunday morning, it was pouring down rain and only 44 degrees outside.  Owen and CoCo still wanted to swim in the lake, but the rest of us just wanted to dry up and thaw out.  Overall, the weekend was a great success.  If I ever get caught up with the laundry, we may just go again someday!




Eight!

Happy Birthday Ginger!!







Snarky Comebacks

I've had 2 chances to use snarky comebacks in the past week, and I completely blew it both times.  I need an intervention.

My first chance was while checking out at K-mart.  I found these wonderful salt and pepper shakers on clearance for 75% off.  They ended up being $2.00 or something ridiculously cheap.  I'm so lucky!  Can't believe no one else bought them!!  I was practically jumping up and down.

I got to the checkout counter, and the young woman says "What do people DO with these things?  They don't USE them, do they?  They can't be a decoration because they are so GROSS!"

This was a perfect opportunity for a snarky comeback, but I had nothing.  I think I smiled and said something profound, like "I know, right?"

Later, I thought of all kinds of things I could have said.

Actually - that's not true.  So far, I've come up with nothing.




This morning, I went to get my hair cut.  I always end up apologizing to the hair stylist for my hair, so I'm used to that.  "Your hair is so FINE!" and "Has your hair always been that thin?"  So, I just apologize up front and get it out of the way.  You would think that for my $11.00, they could say something nice.

The stylist that I saw today was brand new.  It was her first day EVER!   I felt lucky - new people have a lot of energy and want to prove that they can do a good job, right?

Well, I apologized for my hair and she immediately said "Are you on medication or something?"

Once again, I was (almost) speechless.  I think I choked out something like "um, I don't think so," but I can be sure.

Any ideas?  Usually, I'm such a smart butt.  I feel like I'm losing my touch!


Guess Who!

Can you guess who's dresser is pictured below?




I'm going to be in so much trouble in a few years!


Last Day of School

This is what everyone looked like on the first day of school.



And this is what everyone looked like on the last day of school!



I can't believe how big they got this year!

BTW - I'm not a bad mother.  It was pajama day at school.

BTW - Who does pajama day on the last day of school?  Weird.

BTW - I actually may be a bad mother.  Maddie cried and cried the whole way home.  Most of her friends will be sticking around for at least another year.  I feel rotten that I am taking her away from them.

Looking forward to a far from relaxing summer!!




Just Call Me Bob

Remember that Ginger wanted to name the washing machine Bob?  

Now she has a new Bob!




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Such a funny little girl!


Funny Little Man



Owen has been using a LOT of bandaids recently on his now healing, no-longer falling off, finger.


When he got home from school today, he said "I hate those bandaids at school!  Why do they have to try so hard?"



Nothing worse than an overachieving bandaid!


Ginger and the washing machine.

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 It's a good thing that this child was born well-adjusted, because I'm certainly not helping.


Mother's Day


Just wanted to show off some of the wonderful gifts I got for Mother's Day.


Here is a picture from CoCo.  She said this is the fairy that lives in our fairy house.  I thought it was Tink, but what do I know.



This one is from Ginger.  She picked it because it has my favorite princess in it.



Flowers from CoCo.  The centers are made from pencil shavings. Very clever.



From my little man!



From Ginger - I have no idea what this says.  Could someone please translate?  I think it says something about "why do I have such a crazy mother" and karate.  Not sure.



This one is from CoCo.  I have no idea what this says, either, but I would like to point out that she is in kindergarten and this is a complete sentence written in a foreign language.  When I say these kids are geniuses, it's no joke!



This is the funniest thing ever (or the most pitiful - depending on how you look at it).  The words that Ginger associates with "I Love You Mom" include impossible and violation.  She made this in school - I wonder what her teachers think.  She gets extra credit for pointing out that I am still under 30 years old.  Smart girl.



Peacocks from Ginger!!  (Don't tell her that the cats ate them!)



This is either a giant tea cup or a flower pot.  Either way - totally awesome!



And jewelry from Ginger.



I am truly the luckiest mom in the whole world!



Eek! It's a shark!!



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Another Thought....

Someone at work said "I have underwear older than him!"

It made me think about my Ginger.

If someone comments about her being so small for her age, she could come back with a snappy "I have underwear older than me!"

I don't know what that means, really.   I kinda crack myself up.  It's always useful to have a snappy come-back line.

So I guess she should thank me!  I hope she remembers to tell her future therapist that part of the story!!


Another Reason Why They Are All Going to Need Therapy Someday

I was thinking about underwear the other day.

It occurred to me that I have never, ever bought Ginger a pair of underwear.



Now, before you go all crazy on me - please understand that this child has PLENTY of underwear.  Probably 50 pairs.   But I've never bought any for her.

Most of her underwear was bought for one of her sisters.   Both Maddie and CoCo grew out of this underwear before they ever had a chance to wear it.  I bought them both all kinds of pretty underwear - Blues Clues, Bear in the Big Blue House, High School Musical, Halloween Cats.  I was absolutely certain that if I bought the right combination of underwear those two would be potty trained before you knew it.

Turns out that I was wrong.

By the time those two were out of diapers, all of that underwear was way too small for them.

Way too small.

For Ginger, they were way too big.  They were the smallest sizes that I could find (2T - 4T), and they were still too small.  She couldn't wear dresses because her underwear would fall down around her ankles.  She eventually learned to roll the top over a few times to make them tighter.

Here's the real kicker -- at 7 1/2 years old, those toddler sized underwear still fit!!!  Seriously!  She's got the tiniest hinnie of anyone I've ever known.  She's tall and a healthy weight and eats like crazy, but her butt is small!

Okay - so, I know that's bad.  But this is what makes it worse:

If I bought the underwear originally for Maddie, that underwear is now over 10 years old!  What kind of mother lets her kid wear underwear that is 10 years old!?  That's older then she is!!!

It's a wonder that social services hasn't picked me up yet.

Anyway - I did promise Ginger that I'd take her underwear shopping soon.  I still think we'll need to shop in the toddler section, but at least she can pick out characters that are still on TV.

One of these days, I'm going to get my act together.  But probably not tomorrow.

Another Family First

Guess who's finger this is?



For those of you who guessed Owen, you are right!

(Or, as Maddie would say, "Thank you Captain Obvious.")

I probably should've made him wash his hands before taking the picture, but this is how we really live.  He was working on a science project and the fancy colors are food dye.  The not so fancy colors are blood and guts or something.

Anyway, I was minding my own business at work when I got a call from the school.

"Hi Mrs. Rader.  Ummmmm.....Owen's thumb is bleeding and we can't get it to stop.  I'm not really sure how it happened, but you'll want to come get him.  Like now."

Huh?

True story -- didn't sound like an emergency to me.  Owen hates school this year, and I figured he had picked his fingernail until it bled.  Add a few well placed screams and the school has no choice but to send him home.   Anyway, before I left the office I decided to finish a few things, talk to my boss for a bit, shut down the computer, change my outgoing messages.

When I arrived at the school 45 minutes later, I found my son sitting in the receptionist area.  His finger -- not his thumb -- what's wrong with those people?  I mean, seriously.  Most people can tell the difference between a finger and a thumb.  No Captain Obvious here.

Anyway, his finger was practically hanging off his hand.  I've never seen anything like that in my life.  It had to have hurt, but by the time I got there, Owen could already do tricks with it. Like bending it back so you could see the bone.

True story-- this is when I pretty much passed out on the school floor.  It gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

Once I got myself together, Owen was able to tell me that he had slammed his finger in a giant door.  Wonderful.  Honestly, I'm not sure how no one noticed him doing this.  Really?

I took Owen to the Urgent Care Center right by our house.  He was very calm and quiet.  I think he was kinda curious about what they were going to do with him.  They were able to take us to a room right away, which was great.   The doctor was very nice and explained everything to Owen.  The laughed and joked and had a great time.

Until the doctor took out the needle.

And told Owen that he would need to stick that needle right inside the gaping wound.

It was SO over after that.  Owen was NOT going to have that needle stuck in his finger.  No way.   The doctor kept trying to reason with him.  Gave him "one more chance" about 11 times.  Owen was in his full glory that day - I'm willing to bet that they have never had a child scream like that.  It really is impressive.   Finally, the doctor said "I can't do this anymore" and walked out.  Lovely, really.  While I'm sure that Owen put on a show like no other, I'm equally sure that they've had other kids who are scared of 8 inch needles being poked into open wounds.

The nurse gave me a dirty look and told me that kids much younger than Owen have no trouble with this procedure.  She recommended we go to the Emergency Room.

Holy Smokes.

Fortunately, we have a pediatric ER about 10 minutes from my house.  We had to wait a much longer time to be seen, but it was so much better.  The triage nurse told Owen "Give me your hand now.  We have to get this numbing cream on it."  She grabbed his hand and did it before he could even begin to protest.

As the triage nurse was typing our info into the computer, she said "Looks like the doctor ordered an x-ray. Why didn't they do one in the Urgent Care?"  I don't know.  That's a good question.  If you slam your finger in a door and it almost falls off, certainly you want to check if it's broken, right?

Anyway, we were put in a room with a TV and a 'child life specialist.'  I'm sure that the #1 qualification for child life specialists is that you have to be cute.  The #2 qualification is that you have to be perky.  3#?  You have to like kids.  By this point, I'm thinking that the doctor at the Urgent Care called to warn the ER about us.

After the x-ray, the doctor came in to talk to us.  He said that this would be real easy.  He would give Owen some massive pain killers, hook him up with some laughing gas, stitch up the wound and we would be on our way.  And that's exactly what happened.  The child life specialist showed Owen everything that would happen to him, and then giggled with him the entire time he was on the laughing gas. It was almost like going to some weird kind of party.  Everyone was so nice.  No one gave me the stink eye for being a horrible mother.  The only thing that would have made it better is if Owen could have shared the laughing gas with me.

Looks like his finger will live.  He spent the next couple of days grossing everyone out with the stitches.  I spent the next couple of days trying to understand how the school could mistake a finger slammed in the door and almost falling off for anything other than a finger slammed in the door and almost falling off.

The stitches were removed this weekend.  Owen's finger looks pretty cool.  He's proud of all the loose skin that's falling off his finger where the stitches used to be.  It gives him a few more days to gross his sisters out.

Hopefully, we'll never have to go through that again!