Silly Faces

...at John Paul's birthday party. You can see the ball pit, the scene of my discontent, in the background in the upper right corner.

The Things They Say

"Look, Mama, Barbie needs to go pee-pee"


In other news, we're home sick today. One of the things T did at the party at My Gym was play in that germ cesspool that's also known as the Ball Pit. For those not in the know, imagine a 2 foot pool filled with small balls instead of water. The kids dive in and have a ball. They are also a haven for every germ known to man. Right on cue two days later, we're home sick. slight fever, runny nose, cough. Hoping it doesn't get worse, but it probably will.

The Weekend's Too Short!

boy do I wish the weekend was at least another 2 days. Its been a pretty good one, comparatively. Yesterday, we got up bright and early and went to Allens Drugstore, in South Miami. They have a real, old-fashioned diner there, that's been there for over 60 years, I think. My dad reports that he used to heat there in the 50's. The diner is conveniently attached to a drugstore, that has supplies for my mom for a slightly less price. Bonus! T ate about 1/8 of one of the two biggest pancakes I have ever seen in my life. Why the waitress didn't clue me in on how big they are, when it was obvious that I was ordering for a 5 yr old, is incomprehensible to me. Oh well, lessen learned.

We then went and picked up glasses that I had ordered for my mom and the aid. The temples had broken off of both of their glasses, and could not be fixed. You think its hard picking out frames for yourself? Try doing it for someone else who is not present. Oy. Anyway, I'm thrilled with them. They were fairly inexpensive, and were a gift to the aid, for putting up with my father's lunacy.

Then, we did the most important thing of all....T was invited to a birthday party for a boy in her class. This was the first such invitation, much to her mother's secret glee. It was held at a local My Gym, and T had an absolute ball running around the place for 2 hours.


I must admit that i got a bit sentimental. The first bday party t ever went to, was at a mygym, days before her first birthday. Boy was she little then, and just barely walking. Where the hell did the time go?

Its a bit of a rainy day here, so we're just hanging out. T is campaigning to go to the toy store, and I'm putting her off for the moment. I suspect that I'll cave, though, and go and get her some craft or project she can do indoors on this yucky day.

That's all to report from here. Hope everyone has a fun-filled sunday!

Oh yeah: T is still asking to wear her thumb guard to bed. However, we caught her sneaking to suck her thumb as she was falling asleep in the car seat yesterday. So, not sure what progress we're actually making.

Progress

Guess who didn't suck their thumb last night? And seemed to enjoy having this contraption on their hand, despite the fact that I think I put the thing on wrong? Got to go back and investigate that.

My Life is a Farce...

...if its not my crazy parents complicating my life, its my daughter. Let's review just 3 things she did last night:

1. Around 6 p.m., T is in the living room with her little broom, pretending to mop the floors like Leonor. She even had some water going. I was going to make her stop, but she wasn't doing any real harm and was having a ball. At 8:00 p.m., I was on my hands and knees cleaning up after her with clorox wipes. Why? I discovered where she was obtaining her water. Though clean (thank god), the thought of dried toilet-bowl water on my floors was just creeping me out. I then launched into a long lecture on why we don't use toiletbowl water for ANYTHING.

2. T came up to me smiling, and all lovey. I thought she was going to give me a kiss. Nope. Instead, she drew her head back and head butted me in the forehead! Luckily, she's not that experienced in the move, and did no real damage. She had been watching one of the Shrek movies on TV, and I know there's a fight scene where Fiona headbutts somebody. I then launched into the 2nd lecture of the night, on how we don't headbutt ANYBODY!

3. Later in the night, she come prancing out of her bedroom in a Sophie hand-me-down dress that's beige lace. She was also sporting her mickey ears with a veil. She comes prancing up to me, puts her arm around me, give me a very serious look....I started saying how she better not headbutt me again....when my darling daughter, mid-lecture, tries to frickin french kiss me! Yikes! Again, I blame a scene in Shrek. That started the 3rd lecture of the night, on how we only kiss boyfriends and husbands like that. Not mommies...or aunties...or grandmas...or teachers...or boys in school...or ANYONE in school...Oy. After, I realized I probably should have limited to list of acceptable people to french kiss to husbands, but I was so shocked I wasn't on top of my game. Figure she'll forget the lecture by the time its really relevent to her life. Lets hope!

So ends my crazy evening. Sometimes I truly think that somebody could read this blog, and write a really good sit-com based on my crazy life.

Happy Monday, everyone!

Sunday Wrap-Up

This old picture has nothing to do with this post. It just makes me smile with that hair-do. Anyway, Dot and I spent alot of time at my parents' house this weekend, hoping to diffuse the situation a bit. Don't think we were so successful.

Today, Dot and i did our taxes and headed over there. I got there first, to find a huge fire engine parked in front of their house. The aid went to the bathroom, and my dad proceeded to get my mom out of bed and take her to the bathroom. Of course, she fell, and they had to call the fire department to come and get her up, as neither my dad nor the aid could lift her up.

It just never ends. Luckily, there were no visible injuries this time. I'm going to try and make an appt for him with the dr this week, to get him on some kind of medication.

Meanwhile, T is very excited to be going back to school on monday and seeing her friends. Mom, not so much. I was enjoying sleeping in a bit and not getting to work until 9:00 am. Those days are over for a while.

Is she 16?

Apparently T took exception to my making her go to bed and actually sleep last night. She was threatening all last night to make a sign so that I couldn't go in her room. Woke up this morning and got right to work. I gave her no help, at all, with this crazy project. Unfortunately Aunt Dot, the turncoat, supplied the spelling for room. T then got a small table, climbed up on it, and posted it on her door, at the perfect height for me.

I thought this didn't happen til she was at least 16?

This and That

Well now, what can I report tonight. My creative juices just aren't flowing. So, whenever that happens, I simply resort to bullets:

• Based upon this post on the Salsa sight:

http://salsainchina.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-thumb-free-night-well-see.html , I bought a thumb guard for T, in hopes of getting her to stop sucking her thumb. It should arrive soon.

• My trial got continue AGAIN. Its now going on 5 years. This time, the reasons were two-fold: First, the defense attorney has been suspended from the practice of law for 30 days ending 5/4, and Second, the defendant claimed to be too sick due to some thyroid condition on which she's supposedly having surgery on....coincidently....the day the trial was to start. yeah, right. Since the defense attorney is unavailable anyway, it wasn't worth calling her on her nonsense. Sigh. We're set 5/12 to SET a trial date.

• Our tranquil, euphoric time of all under control at 123 is over. Its not, its just not a the breaking point yet. Seems my dad is driving the aid crazy, getting in her way, not letting her do the things she believes that she should. Plus, I suspect he's acting like an asshole. She lodged a complaint to her agency who called us today to burst our bubble. I went over. No drama or anything, just the aid is not happy and doesn't like to complain. Don't know where this will lead other than her quitting sometime soon, and having to get a new one in. I figure we'll burn through them every couple weeks. Very upsetting.

• We were hoping to maybe go to the beach this weekend, but I doubt we'll make it now, due to 123 street issues.

• I still haven't done my taxes. Sigh.

• My Aunt Connie needs to join facebook. I just found the Taylor girls: Kelly, Kathie and Erin and kin on it. Also the Tyler gang. Neat way to stay in touch/catch up. Next time I'm able to get up north, I'll help you with that.

Games People Play

Here's my little swinger. She loves the swing. As you can see below, she has lost all fear of the swing that she used to have, and likes to go so high, she can touch the sky.


Meanwhile, T dragged out an old box of an Uno game, that's been stashed away for over 30 years. Inside was this score card, that made me smile. My aunts and uncle, parents, sister and her now ex-hubby, and often my cousin Erin would come over to our house for a blisteringly competitive game of Uno. Connie, who is still a card shark to this day, apparently won the game this night over 30 years ago.

I just wish everybody was still around, either in mind or body, so T could know how much fun they were.

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