She only stops when she is sleeping
The book fair was always a magical time for me. I remember seeing the shelves being assembled and the books being splayed out in a beautiful array of shingled colors and pictures. I always agonized over which book to spend my parent’s hard earned money on. I shouldn’t have expected anything different from my kids. We walked into daycare that gloomy, near-winter day and eyes just lit up. Gavin begged for a book. After hearing him plea over and over I told him we would look at the end of the day.
When I arrived to pick them up, the first thing Gavin did after giving me a hug was beg for his book. I agreed and all three of us wandered up to select a book. Gavin went between racks several times looking for the perfect book. He had spotted a Christmas book earlier but no longer saw it so he was stressing over its whereabouts and what its replacement would be. I was so caught up trying to convince Gavin that he would have to accept the fact that book was no longer available and he would have to find a suitable replacement that I forgot Addison was on the prowl for a book as well. She selected one with a couple of cute little penguins and a sled on the cover so I flipped it over to check the price and agreed she could have it. At least one kid made it easy.
Ten minutes later I had finally had enough and told Gavin to pick one or leave empty handed. He found a book about dogs and I went up to pay. The lady running the show took my books and started writing out my receipt. She was trying to small talk with me and tell me how great my selections were and that Addison’s even included a poster in the back. I am sure my “wonderful” came off very disingenuous but the book fair wasn’t quite as magical for me as it once was in my younger year. It may have partially been due to the fact my stomach was growling and the chaos of the book fair set up in the front lobby was making me have to continuously dodge people.
The kids were very happy though and really, isn’t that all that matters? We made our way home and went about our daily routine of dinner, playing, bath, etc. As bedtime approached I told them to grab their books and I would read them in the bed. Now, usually, I get about 3 pages in and Addison doesn’t like where the story is going so she steals it from me and takes over if I even get the chance to start reading at all. She sort of likes to run the show. So, I was kind of excited when there was no pushback and I was going to get to do what most parents get to do on a nightly basis and read to my children.
We all crawled into Addison’s bed and I adjusted the pillow behind my back and pulled the cover up. Addison stuck her thumb in her mouth and Gavin cozied up close. We flipped a coin to see whose book was first and Addison won. She handed me her book and I read the cover:
Where do baby animals come from (and baby people too)
*****GASP************NONONONONONONONONONO WHAT HAVE I DONE?? I’M NOT READY FOR THIS. WHY WAS THIS BOOK AT A DAYCARE BOOK FAIR? SHE’S ONLY FOUR! WHY WOULD THAT LADY TELL ME IT’S A GOOD CHOICE…….AND A POSTER……THERE’S A POSTER!!!!!
All of these thoughts went through my head. I was panicking. Typically I am good at making up stories on the fly but I was in such shock I started reading the book wondering from page to page what was coming next. Apparently the kids were picking up on the suspense in my voice because for the first time EVER Addison didn’t stop me. We made it through the book and it was less traumatic than it could have been. I finished the last page and shut the book quickly declaring it bed time and that there would be no questions.
This was definitely a real life lesson to inspect everything closely before I agree to let my kids buy it, regardless of how innocent it may seem.
About two weeks ago we were sitting in the car and Gavin says, “Hey mom, did you know I was allergic to peanuts?” Looking at him through the rearview mirror I responded with a simple, “You’re not.”. He goes on to tell me that I am wrong and that he can’t have any more, ever. We go back and forth a couple of times when I finally said, “Gavin, I am your mother and I know these things. I can assure you that you are NOT allergic to peanuts.” “Well, everyone else knows but you. My name is on the board at school.”
I let it go and we got home and I eventually forgot about it for the rest of the evening. Over the course of the next couple of weeks it would make it’s way in to our conversation somehow and we would have the usual argument. I tried to figure out how he came to be so sure that he was allergic. I wasn’t sure if he had something with peanuts and started sneezing and the teacher asked if he was ok only to be told that he must be allergic to peanuts so she freaked out and wrote his name on the board to remind herself. I made a mental note to email her….but then I forgot again.
A few more days passed and he went looking through his book bag for a ziplock bag full of rocks and leaves that I had found earlier that weekend and thrown out without his consent. He asked if I had seen it. I told him I thought he had just brought them home to put in the backyard so that is what I did (I was thinking if it was something he really had wanted to keep the throwing it in the backyard plan was a good one because then we could retrieve them quite easily). He looked a little relieved and then said, “well, did you throw it behind the fence?” The look on his face suggested that throwing behind the fence was the way to go so I said yes. “Good,” he replied. “It had a peanut in it!”
So we are back on that again. “Why is that bad thing, Gavin?” I asked.
"Because I am allergic, remember?"
"Gavin, honey, YOU ARE NOT ALLERGIC TO PEANUTS. I promise"
"Yes I am. Everyone knows"
At this point I decided that I really should email the teacher. I didn’t want Gavin being isolated at lunch sitting in the peanut free zone. The next morning I shot Ms. Carter and email and explained the scenario. She quickly responded with the following:
Ha ha!…it took me a while to figure out what he meant, but I think Gavin is talking about Ms. Sisler’s room. She actually has a Gavin C. that is allergic to peanuts. There is a poster right before you go in warning that it is a nut free zone. Thanks for letting me know though. I’ll make sure to mention it today!
On the car ride home that afternoon I asked Gavin if Ms. Carter had talked to him about his peanut allergy. In a very defeated voice with his head down he said yes. I think he was a little disappointed that he wasn’t as well known in school as he had hoped. I, however, am relieve that he is not allergic to those blasted peanuts.
That same weekend that Gavin and I were in disagreement Addison decided she would test the allergy waters. After waking up from her slumber she took off her pull up as usual and came down for breakfast. She was wearing one of her cute little pajama dresses and after I while I noticed that she was free and bare underneath. I asked her where her underwear were and she looked me in the eye, the window to my soul, and very matter-of-factly stated, “I’m allergic.”
I’m not really sure how to argue with that.
Allergic to peanuts, you say?
Addison hooked me up with a pretty sweet manicure tonight. Sorry, she’s all booked up for the holidays
Painting the edges
Let’s see how many crazy looks i get tomorrow when i forget to take this off
It sounds a lot more scandalous than it really is but Addison refers to trick or treating as chug or treating. It sounds so cute coming from her though that I can’t correct her. For several weeks leading up to Halloween Addison has been stashing random toys and treats around the house. They would get out their pumpkin bucket or easter baskets and go from room to room exclaiming chug or treat to one another.
The costumes this year were pretty simple. We stopped by the local target and picked up a lady bug costume for Addison and a Super Mario costume. I was kind of in love with Addison’s costume after she put it on. It had a pretty sweet 80s flair about it with the fingerless gloves.
Gavin got buckets of attention from people with his Mario costume. Every where we went we would hear people say look it’s Mario. The costume looked a little more hokey on the hanger than I would have preferred but it’s what he wanted so I went with it. He pulled it off though.
We had a great time Chug or Treating this year. We started just before dark and hit up our usual route. The weather was amazing and our neighbors were very generous with the candy. Some were even giving out full sized candy bars. Who does that?
After about an hour the kids were thirsty and buckets were full so we called it a success and headed back to our house to hand out just a few pieces of candy before making our way to the neighbors house for an impromptu party. I will tell you what, when these kids get together they have the best time.
The mustache is looking a little too full
I didn’t even have to pose them. Look a this love.
The good weather continued on into the weekend so we all got back out together to compare candy and have a tailgate of sorts. The kids played for hours and pizza was bussed in to keep us energized.
Popsicles and flip flops in November
Remember this guy:
This is pickleberry. The kids loved seeing pickleberry on the porch. We saw him pretty frequently last year and much of this summer. So much so that I would always check underneath the cushions before sitting down so I wouldn’t squash him.
Last year, Chad rescued this little nugget from certain death by motor vehicle.
I don’t remember his name. He quickly (yes the turtle was fast) escaped from our yard after we attempted to feed him a bucket of bread.
Then came these guys.
Lionel and Richie later became known as Manny and Sid. Then it was changed to Scooby and Shaggy. Gavin was so proud of these guys that he had to introduce them to his “pet” butterfly.
We had the summer bug fest where we would go out and catch bugs and have to keep them on bedside tables before releasing them the next morning. We even caught a frog in the bug box. That actually didn’t end so well now that I think about it.
Thankfully, my kids are afraid of snakes. I have friends whose boys love to catch snakes and play with those. So, at least I haven’t lost as much control as I could have. Be that as it may, I have lost control. I gave in and said yes to what has been an interesting addition to the family.
Molly is now a Cleveland. It was temporary at first but after a couple of weeks and a lot of fun we’ve decided to keep her.
Gavin was so thrilled he had to share the news with the neighbors. He wrote up a note and ran it across the street (in the rain) to put it in their mailbox.
The note says it all
I was straightening up the sunroom this weekend and looked up to find this. Luckily, my camera was right beside me.
Fall has finally made an appearance. As the weather has started to cool down the kids have fought me on the addition of pants to their wardrobe. We were headed out early one cool Saturday morning and this is the best I could do.
We are working on teaching the kids to pick up after themselves. Some days are easier than others and some days it’s a fight and everyone ends up in their rooms mad at everyone else. My latest trick is simple. Trash it! I started suggesting that whatever wasn’t picked up at the end of the night was going straight to the trash. I was putting away the laundry tonight and walked into the bonus room (which happened to be spotless 10 minutes before) to find three boxes of toys emptied on the floor. I calmly reminded them that they could play with as many toys as they wanted but anything that wasn’t off the floor when they were done was getting tossed. ”Deal?, i said” ”Deal!”, they replied. I moved along and finished my laundry. When i made my way back into the bonus room i discovered just how witty little miss Addison thinks she is.