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Friday, March 6, 2009

oooooowww

Today we went to a friend's 7 year old Birthday party at Mt. Scott Community Center.

It was was at the roller rink and my son had been roller skating, well I think this was his second time. He was pretty tentative on the rink but after about the 7th time around the rink he was feeling confident, so we rolled six year old style, which is to have mommy hold one hand and hold the rail with other. This worked really well until he wanted me to push him in front of me so he could go faster.

You know, before you have kids, skidding across a poorly maintained wood floor on your knees in only your work pants to cushion the fall would make you scream in agony, demand an escort to your car and martini to calm your nerves, but when you're a mom and you hurt yourself in front of your kids, there is sudden calm stoicism that tells you "I may have just sawed my arm off, but I am so not crying in front of my kid. If I cry, he'll never want to go roller skating again." So, I gathered him in my arms and said "oh, it's ok, let's skate some more!" and then slowly limped around the rink, blood dripping down my leg.

Good times.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

My Mom Makes Cheese

Apparently in class, Max is learning _at words, like Cat, Rat, Hat, etc...when the teacher got to "vat," the kids inquired as to what a vat was and the teacher responded with "Oh, it's a big tub where you make stuff like cheese" and Max jumped up and yelled "My MOM MAKES CHEESE!"

Yes, yes she does.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Snow Day! 12/14/08-12/15/08

In the beginning...12/14/08
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Not much happening at first in the early morning...

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The dog is not impressed.

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Four hours later...

Sledding!
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The real purpose of snow.

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So far the chicken coop has held up.

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Why is my ball frozen? Why. Is. My. Ball. FROZEN?

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Not so much for a fire today.

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The Christmas deer look great under the snow

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Look what I found in the back yard!

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Yellow snow is strictly prohibited, but orange snow is A-OK

Friday, April 25, 2008

Someday, there will be a therapy appointment just for this

Last night we played Uno!® as a family before bed. The parental goal was to have Max win a couple rounds to boost his ego and encourage him to continue playing (those who have five year old children are well aware of this essential strategy to avoid meltdowns during "fun time"). Well, I should say one of us made a concerted effort to have Max win a game, someone seemed to be out for blood after I won the first game. As it turned out, Ron won one and I won one, by the end of playtime, Max had still not come up with a win. Teeth were brushed, stories were read, water was given, and Max went to bed.

About 9:30, while Ron and I were watching a movie, we heard "the cry;" the one that tells us Max is having a night terror. Night terrors are similar to nightmares, but they usually occur in children as a way to work through an emotion, such as fear instead of replaying or creating a scary event. The child often does not remember what caused the terror, and often will not even recall they had one. Our son has experienced night terrors for about two years now and we have become accustomed to dealing with them. However, since the previous night terror in a befouled toybox and a very confused boy with pants around his ankles, we rushed into his room to see what was wrong.

He was in his bed, shaking and calling out for us and then he started saying "I'm scared, I'm scared!" We did our usual reassuring thing, rubbing his back, telling him he was ok. When we asked him what he was scared of, he yelled "GREEN OR 7! GREEN OR 7!" and then buried his face in my chest, sobbing. Our poor son was dreaming about some terrifying alternate universe where Uno cards come to life and demand "green or 7!"

5 minutes later, he settled down and went back to sleep, leaving him with no memory of the experience and only this story to remember the night Uno!® came calling in his dreams.