This Child Is So Hard To Parent

We were sitting around the dinner table tonight and G would not keep her feet off of Ty's chair or his person. Finally after about the tenth time of asking G to get her feet off he announced, "Hmm, I have a little something coming," then he tilted to the side and FARTED on his sister.

I so wanted to be mad.

At least his father had the presence of mind to say that it was only funny the first time.

This May Be TMI

There is a great free site we women can use to track our cycles (obviously you'll have to register your information). I started using it about a year ago and it's amazing to see patterns. There's even a handy email that will warn you when you're getting close to the end of your cycle. As if the appearance of zits and of the Wolfman weren't enough of a warning....

Fuzzy Wuzzy Was A Bear

This morning I was still in my nightgown sitting in my rocking chair, drinking coffee and watching for the school bus while everyone scrambled around getting their things ready. E was hovering around me looking a little indecisive. Since it looked to me a little bit like she'd like to sit on my lap and rock with me I asked her, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

She replied, "No thank you. You're too prickly."

Super S Cubed

Last night we came home to a quiet, dark house. I set the kids to getting their school things together including packing their lunch for the next day. Ty called to me from the kitchen, "Um Mom, we have a problem!"

As it turns out, we managed to catch a mouse while we were out. I didn't even know there was a trap set. My first thought was that we were going to be doing a lot of eating out because NO WAY was I going in that kitchen with the dead mouse.

But then I asked S3 if he thought he could handle the disposal if he scooped it up in a plastic grocery bag. He replied, full of confidence, "No problem." And sure enough, he managed to get rid of the dead mouse easily. My Hero! Moments like that make me so glad to have a pre-teen boy.

Speaking of pre-teens, I was marveling to myself when I got the mail today. We've lived in this house for about eight years now, since S3 was three years old. Wayne has been our mailman ever since day one. We used to get Nick Jr. Magazine then it was the Lego Magazine. Now we get Game Informer and CCS. I wonder sometimes if Wayne looks at what he's delivering and marvels at the growing up being done in our house. I know I sure do!