Groan along with me as it’s yet another first day of school post

It seems like just yesterday we were posing for the first time in our new front yard so that The Chicken could start the 2nd grade. I mean it was loads of fun as we may not have technically owned the house yet and so the neighbors might have stared at us as we were taking pictures in the house in which we wouldn’t legally take possession of for the next 21 days, but whatever, I needed that picture in front of the house in which my girls would be living at the rest of their school career.

There have been many pictures since then and some years (*cough* last year *cough*) in which I totally forgot to take a photo at all. They have always been in that same spot more or less and it cracks me up because through gritted teeth they always tell me to take the photo already because people are staring at them.

She was confident this morning. In her new school clothes that fit with the whole new ‘Campus Wear’ thing they are doing. (Which means they can’t wear jeans or t-shirts but they don’t have uniforms either. I know…fun, right)

I hope that when she bounds through that door at 2:30 she will be happy with her classes and her lunch table assignment. I also hope that she comes home at 2:30 as The Chicken has been known to make the four block walk home last nearly an hour. (Why yes I did nearly lose my mind, especially when she didn’t answer her cell phone because she forgot to turn it on.)

So here’s to a year in which she has fun, adheres to the new dress code, and always remembers to turn on her phone when she leaves the school.

1st Day of 8th grade
Dress- H & M

A letter to my baby as she turns 12

Dearest Ariel,

I will never forget the morning you were born. It was late as I had been up since the night before walking the halls. It was also a special cherished time. Not because you were coming into the world, but that I got to share this experience with your dad.

He wasn’t there when Alexis was born as he was in bootcamp. Listening to him cry tears over the phone of apology because he couldn’t be with me when she was born just tore me to pieces. I made him promise that even if he had to dive off the side of the ship to be there with me that he wouldn’t miss our next child’s birth.

He didn’t let me down.

After you were born he loved to sit in the hospital room with his shirt off and you just laying on his chest. Watching you two together made my heart smile. I could just see the bond forming between the two of you and it is still there to this day.

I can’t believe you are twelve. It seems like just yesterday you were getting your first pair of glasses, learning how to ride your bike, going to your first day of school. I just can’t fathom it.

You make my days brighter being a part of our lives. You are always so giving and kind. You always are thinking of others before yourself. That makes me proud, dear girl.

I know sometimes I get frustrated with you, know that its me most of the time, not you. Except when you don’t turn in your homework and then that it totally on you!

I hope that in your 12th year you will savor your life and I will savor this last year of the non teen years with you.

I love you sweet girl.

Love, Mom


Maybe I need to pay more attention

I posted that photo yesterday for Wordless Wednesday and while I heard from a couple of people (a very small fraction of the people who actually stopped by-come out lurkers, come out and play!)  that they did notice the flag of Japan-but they also noticed the bikini like bewbies on top of the light pole.  I have to honestly say that I didn’t notice that AT ALL. 

That is until my good friend AmyinOhio first pointed it out to me.  Now when I look at the photo I see Large.Glowing.Bewbies. I am really not sure how I feel about that. Those glowing orbs-just staring there at me from atop their pole.  
In other news, my “baby” came yesterday. And you know what, the UPS guy just left her sitting on the porch. What the hell is wrong with that UPS guy.  Didn’t he know a baby was in that box. Geez, if I had his kids over for a playdate I wouldn’t just drop them off at some random corner-I would take them up to the door to make sure they were home.  
The USPS guy left The Chicken’s iPod in the mailbox, but I am not surprised by the mailman’s actions.  If you knew of the craziness that goes on with our local post office you wouldn’t be surprised either. 
Giggles is helping The Chicken with her math homework.  The Chicken is failing math-badly.  Not that you ever fail anything well, but you know, its pretty bad.  I am upset because the teacher didn’t inform me of this fact.  I am even more disappointed in The Chicken because yesterday she lied about not being able to participate in Math Study Group. She had her iPod for about 12 hours and she now has lost it until I get tired of it indefinitely.
I am really hoping that The Chicken survives this “tutoring session” because Giggles is fighting a cold and I suspect the urge to beat the loving snot hug the life outta her sister.