Filed under: Family, For Fun, Goats, P2 | Tags: 2nd Grade Homework, Education, Kids, Parenting
Goat #1’s first assignment of the school year was to write some suggestions for a class pet. I’m just going to let his homework speak for itself:
Can you say OVERACHIEVER…?
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I’m guessing the child of two Type A parents doesn’t have much choice but to be so thorough. Anyone else having fun with the back-to-school stuff?
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***Not sure what I’m doing wrong, but the link above seems to go to a page with YET ANOTHER link on it, called “Teachers Pet” so just click that if you get there, too. Trust me, it’s worth it.
Tonight when I got home with the Goats, Goat #1 was so into his DS game that he stayed in the car after Goat #2 and I came in the house. He didn’t come in for almost 15 minutes, so I was in the kitchen still getting dinner underway when he finally came in the back door. When he did, he was holding his right arm at a weird angle, with his DS case sort of tucked against his body with his elbow. He said “My arm really hurts, and I don’t know why!”
I thought he must have a weird cramp from carrying his case so awkwardly. So I took his case from him, and set it on the counter. As soon as I had the case, he tried to straighten his arm out, and started yelping. Silly me, I thought “That’s one awful cramp for a 40 foot walk…” Continue reading
Filed under: Exile, P3 | Tags: age-appropriate television, Family, Kids, Parenting, Preschoolers
You know the thing I’m discovering about motherhood? Those hard and fast rules I made for myself? Not really so hard and fast. I find myself changing my mind a lot, actually.
The latest example? My insistence on proper vocabulary and word use, which I really thought was a stellar idea: Continue reading
Filed under: Apparently I'm the laziest person on the planet, Family, For Fun, Goat-free, Liveblogging | Tags: 80s Movies, Family, Parenting
ZOMG
It’s a Bones marathon.
Except for a brief intermission at 8:00 to speak to mah behbehz, I’ve been watching since 6:00. Maybe I should hop on Twitter and chat so I can at least feel somewhat social… (Demented and sad, but social.) (Quick: name the movie!)
Filed under: Apparently I'm the laziest person on the planet, Exile, Family, For Fun, Goat-free, Liveblogging, Quiet (I think I remember this) | Tags: Family, Parenting
Just spent a very tense 5 minutes thinking Seely Booth was actually dead (or, in the words of Goat Daddy: “They killed the Angel FBI guy?”) Thank goodness he’s actually fine.
What. Yes I know he’s pretend. Don’t judge me.
So it’s been a little crazy ’round here, even sans chevres. Probably just that whole having a job thing (I’m still getting used to it.) It is pretty nice to get up in the morning and only feed one person (um, me) breakfast, dress one person, pack one person’s lunch, brush one person’s teeth, brush one person’s hair… You get the idea. Also, not doing goat drop-off means it takes me about 7 minutes to get to work. (It’s reminiscent of Nannypalooza 2008, actually. Including the eerie quiet when I get home. Except — the house is exactly like I left it. Nice! But weird.)
We’ve talked to the goats every day since they left, except for yesterday (at 10:00, we decided that we weren’t waiting for them to call, and called them instead, only to find out they were already asleep in anticipation of a trip to Amish country today. I did talk to Goat Cousin, though, who made a point of telling me how well-behaved they were, and “an absolute joy” to have around, and “you’re really raising them right,” which was lovely [and unprecedented] to hear.)
Monday night when we talked to them, they had zero interest in talking to us. Probably because they were out at Meadow’s, having frozen custard with Grandma (which I’ve since found out is happening daily.) They assured us they were having fun and hung up on us as soon as they could get away. After Goat Daddy put the phone down, he looked at me and said “They don’t miss us at. all.” I just laughed; I’m totally good with that. I don’t want them homesick and bawling; I want them to have fun! (And let’s face it: if your options were the same old routine with Mom & Dad, who almost never take you out for frozen custard, OR hanging out with Grandma and cousins and going to ballgames and riding a tractor and having frozen custard every day? You’d choose Grandma, too. For a little while, at least.)
So they’re having fun, and being good, and eating too much junk food. And I’m watching too much TV, and sleeping like it’s my job, and just enjoying life in Exile at DEFCON 4 (I’m too paranoid to get all the way down to 5.) So far, so good.
We’ll see how much longer I can enjoy life without mah behbehz here. Today I couldn’t find one of my own hair elastics so I wore one of Goat #2’s; it made me smile. Missing them, but not homesick and bawling (yet. I can totally see myself sobbing over the same “hayr thang” right about Hour #240. [Bet you can’t wait to read about that, huh?])
Filed under: Exile, Family, Goat-free, Goats, Marriage | Tags: Kids, Marriage, Parenting, Preschoolers
National Geographic channel. Continue reading
Filed under: Family, Goats, Marriage, P2, P3, Survey/Poll | Tags: Anxiety, Family, Kids, Marriage, Parenting
So.
The goats’ grandma is coming this weekend, and I have a problem.
And I need all (11) of you people to help me. (Oh, stop. This isn’t a woe-is-me, ack my MIL is visiting post.) Continue reading
Filed under: Family, For Fun, Goats, Over Herd, P2, P3 | Tags: Family, Overheard, Parenting
This is my life.
Goat #1 and Goat #2 are playing Play-Doh at the kitchen island. I am standing on the other side of the counter, trying to get things ready for lunch (not easy without using the island space I normally use) and Goat Daddy is around the corner in the laundry room.
Goat #2 to Goat #1: Look at all my parrots I made!
Goat #1: Wow! That IS a lot of parrots!
Goat #2: I know!
Goat #1: That’s like…like…that’s an ARMY of parrots!
Goat #2: Yes! An ARMY of parrots!
Goat Daddy: So that would make them parrot troopers…?
Everyday is like this, people. Every. Day.
And no, I’m not complaining.
Waltz In Exile 