I almost forgot about this story until I scrolled down to my other posts. I remembered I HAD written a post on the day blogger was doing weird things. The best thing about recollecting on this WAY later is I am hoping the the trauma of the day is as quickly forgotten by the children as it was by me, and the won't have me on the Dr. Phil show later in life.
Story in a nutshell-Small Fry locked Big Fry out of the house while I was gone, no biggie, I come home they are both NOW getting along and playing in garage. This is until surprise the garage door know if locked, does not automatically unlock itself. So when small fry came out to make up it locked behind him. Our front door sticks and MY key didn't work (another story about hubby coming home and HIS worked-he was pleased).
No tempers were lost, we actually handled the whole situation well. Small Fry did not, he went immediately to his room and cried and sulked. I went to him later found him under his loft bed favorite blue blanket over his head and his sleepover bag in the middle of the floor. We have a conversation through the blanket and I nonchalantly ask, "What's in the bag?'. Luckily, or coincidently, we had just watched Beezus and Ramona (a must see) and channeled the cool funky aunt. He shoots out under the blanket and grabs the bag. "I was running away", ahhhh I say, and what does a nine year old pack to run away I ask him. He enthusiastically shows me:
1 spider man wallet with all his money
favorite blanket
stuffed cheetah
Calvin and Hobbes Book
Binoculars
And lastly his marine camoflauge shirt-he tells me so he can't be seen
I tell him he is a good packer and that silly locked doors are not run away from, there are way worse things kids can do. He agrees, and we agree to leave it packed just in case. As we all know this won't be the first or last time ONE Of us wants to run away:)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Road Trips vs. Vacations
I came to a glaring realization this weekend, as I pondered riding 6 hours across the state of SD with 4 males, that a road trip and a vacation are two very different things. Now, don't get me wrong, I love road trips, but they differ from vacations in a few key areas.
A vacation is a relaxing, no deadline type, of time period. A road trip, especially a sporting one-is no such thing. There are deadlines, registrations, and instead of people waiting on me, I wait on everyone else.
Vacation food-if you do your research is usually YUMMY. NOw I don't mean healthy-but yummy. I packed health snacks, noone including me, at them. In a car across the praire pringles, jerky, m&m's an grapes are your friend. On a vacation we I hope it is a margarita, which leads me...
Beverage on a road trip consists of tolerable WHITE merlot in a mini bar bottle-I wisely bought my own corkscrew to hide in the car for future emergencies.
Driving, driving, driving...with stinky, stinky, stinky boys. After a vacation, usually everyone smells of sand, or camping, or lake. After hours in full bike gear, helmet, and hot muggy weather, boys smell. BAD.
Vacation photos are treasured, snapped, the camera carried everywhere. I took 3 pictures with my PHONE at the END as my camera lay there at my feet while I yelled my fool head off at people to "pedal", "go faster", "stay in there", and "get the snap". I then spent after time, consoling, reassuring, and telling people to "stop asking for treats and cowboy up".
At the end of it there were some similarities-no one got hurt, we all stayed together and came home together. A little frazzled, dreading the unpacking and cleaning, but prepared to go again, wether it be road trip or vacation.
A vacation is a relaxing, no deadline type, of time period. A road trip, especially a sporting one-is no such thing. There are deadlines, registrations, and instead of people waiting on me, I wait on everyone else.
Vacation food-if you do your research is usually YUMMY. NOw I don't mean healthy-but yummy. I packed health snacks, noone including me, at them. In a car across the praire pringles, jerky, m&m's an grapes are your friend. On a vacation we I hope it is a margarita, which leads me...
Beverage on a road trip consists of tolerable WHITE merlot in a mini bar bottle-I wisely bought my own corkscrew to hide in the car for future emergencies.
Driving, driving, driving...with stinky, stinky, stinky boys. After a vacation, usually everyone smells of sand, or camping, or lake. After hours in full bike gear, helmet, and hot muggy weather, boys smell. BAD.
Vacation photos are treasured, snapped, the camera carried everywhere. I took 3 pictures with my PHONE at the END as my camera lay there at my feet while I yelled my fool head off at people to "pedal", "go faster", "stay in there", and "get the snap". I then spent after time, consoling, reassuring, and telling people to "stop asking for treats and cowboy up".
At the end of it there were some similarities-no one got hurt, we all stayed together and came home together. A little frazzled, dreading the unpacking and cleaning, but prepared to go again, wether it be road trip or vacation.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Road Trip
I say goodbye for a few days-we are heading on a family road trip for BMX. You could almost call us our own traveling team. We head to Abedeen for their state qualifying races. Hubby, myself, Big and Small and one extra child for good measure. I have all the necessary materials packed. Clip shoes, knee pads, colorful jerseys, helmets, pringles, cookies, and lots of gatorade. The boys are excited, they spent three hours tonight at a camp and are ready to roll. Big Fry got his first win in THREE years last night so he is feeling good. I hope the rain holds off there-I guess it always rains.I hope our extra family member doesn't get hurt, the dog is good for her babysitter, and everyone stays on two pedals. I left you with a few back to back posts, mostly pictures. So enjoy and have a good weekend. When I get back remind me to tell you about what small fry packs for running away.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Lord of the flies-neighborhood style
I can't help but write about this as I hear the war and words waging outside my house as I sit on the computer. For better and for worse I live in a neighborhood full of boys. 8 in a three house area, and two tom girls. It would be great if ALL these testoterone filled children lived together amicably. They don't. As a school adminstrator I know they won't anything, over 3rd grade and a threesome never works. Well, it will work for awhile but then goes south fast. So we have a neighborhood of "factions". And they are now currently enthralled in a water gun battle. As I am typing I see 3 from the "other side" sneaking through the tall grass of my back hill. I am sure stalking the children from "my side". Soon water will fly, feelings will be hurt, words (I don't want to know) will be flung. I am always torn between going out and monitoring and being like ALL the other moms and hiding in my house-even though most of these battles occur in MY yard.
As Karen posted very prophetically today, I think I will bury my head. I will let my belief that my children will play fair, and take the high road. Then again if I was really listening to her, I am not going to sweat it. War is war after all-now where is my water gun...
As Karen posted very prophetically today, I think I will bury my head. I will let my belief that my children will play fair, and take the high road. Then again if I was really listening to her, I am not going to sweat it. War is war after all-now where is my water gun...
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