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Princess had diarrhea at school yesterday. She is a HUGE freakin' drama queen whenever this happens. Her school has caught on and they try to talk her down before calling me to get her. This time, she had a low grade temp along with it, so they called me to see what I wanted to do. I picked her up. She was lying on the cot practicing for her future academy award.
Two hours later, she was running around like a crazy person playing with BamBam, no sign of sickness to be found.
This morning, the first thing she said when she woke up, Mommy, I don't feel well. I need to stay home from school. My belly hurts.
I called my husband to see how she was last night. I had an away game and was didn't get home until after bedtime. He left for work in the wee hours of the morning and we didn't get much of a chance to talk. These 8 weeks of softball really throw me for a loop. I'm used to being the one in the know about their every bowel movement. Sad, but true. He claims she was fine. I let her talk to him and she threw on her best pathetic sick voice.
He thinks she's faking it. So do I.
BUT, it will completely throw my day off if I have to go back and get her after dropping her off. I am overbooked beyond capacity this week...aka I'm trying to do 5 things at once instead of just 3. The last 2 times I've made her go and stick it out, I ended up having to go get her within an hour or so. Not necessarily because she was too sick to be there, but because she caused so much drama about not feeling well, they sent her home.
SO, I've let her stay home with the threat that if she starts running around playing, I'm bringing her into school late. She has a half day tomorrow, so that will be a better day to force her to go.
Grrr...stomach aches are so hard for me. I never know if she's faking it or not. I'm very frustrated.
Any advice here?
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My friend BusyDad recently did an incredibly entertaining simul-post with Secret Agent Mama titled The Return of Iron Chef Fury: Kitchen Stadium Showdown.
I am breaking my rule about no pictures of my kids on MommyCosm this once to tell Iron Chef Fury to BRING IT ON.
Iron Chef Princess will challenge you to a Kitchen Stadium Showdown any time.
Be afraid, Fury. Be very afraid. Princess has experience with knives.
BamBam says Oh, My. You SOOOO don't want to mess with my sister, despite the upsidedowness of the knife she is holding!
Actually, these pictures were taken on Christmas Day when we went to Benihana's while in Aruba. Princess helped the chef make fried rice and it was yummy. BamBam was a bit overwhelmed by the whole ordeal, especially the fire coming out of the onion volcano. He's not quite up for an Iron Chef Challenge, but give him a couple of years. His namesake owned a catering company...it's in his blood.
...try to avoid any with a kitty on them. Especially if your she has a 2 year old brother.
Reason?
We walked in on Princess and BamBam getting dressed. Princess had only her panties on, the ones with a kitty on the front.
BamBam is looking closely at said panties, kneeling down and pulling them to get a closer look, excitedly yelling "meow, meow. MEOW, MEOW"
Just wrong. In so many ways.
Being the mature parents we are...Instead of explaining to a 5 year old and a 2 year old exactly why this is wrong, we're just going to throw away any panties with kitties and act like this never happened, m'kay?
Softball tryouts begin tonight. My life is about to get Crazy for the next 10 weeks. Yep, that’s with a capital C.
I love high school softball. I especially love coaching at my old high school. It was so rewarding to help win the first softball state championship in the history of the school last season. We won on a Saturday, the day before graduation. They would typically have a pep rally in the team’s honor, but in light of the timing, they invited us to march into graduation and present the plaque to the school on stage, in front of thousands of students, friends and family.
It was an awesome experience. Something I will never forget. While we were waiting for the ceremony to start, I remember hearing the chorus warm up singing the Rent song, Seasons of Love. They had amazing voices and it despite being a non-sentimental person, it brought tears to my eyes. Still does. Interesting how hearing a song can take you back in time.
SO, we heard Seasons of Love in the car on the way to school this morning. Princess asked me what it was about. She’s my little diva, very into singing. I told her that it talks about ways to measure one year…like all the days between her 5th birthday and her 6th birthday. There are 525,600 minutes.
Princess: I love this song, Mommy.
Me too, bug.
Princess: This reminds you of softball, doesn’t it, Mommy?
Yes, that was a very special day for Mommy and her girls.
Princess: And softball starts again tonight. It’s been a whole year. Just like the song.
Yes, it has. You’re a smart little cookie.
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How do you measure a year?
In poopie diapers, in teeth cut, in clothes outgrown, in cold cups of coffee, in inches, in new words…
...you're getting your gel nails filled at the local mall the day before you leave for vacation. You have your 5 year old Princess with you. The only way you can keep her occupied for the full 45 minutes is to pay $5 to get her nails painted as well.
On the way there, you drive through Dunkin to get a cocoa for each of you...it's snowing and FREEZING outside and you're dragging her to the mall...it's only fair that she gets a bribe treat.
During her nail painting session, she takes a drink and looks up at you, cute as can be with a cocoa mustache...Mommy, I like Starbucks much better than Dunkin Donuts
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(Skip to first night on vacation)
Princess, the future Diva, is in bed with her Mimi...and she says Mimi, this bed is way too hard.
Note: she was referring to the 250 thread count sheets on the bed. She's used to Egyptian Cotton.
Can't say I don't agree with her observations...but, seriously, she's 5 years old people!!!
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I'm seriously considering homeschool for 3 months of the year. How much would that mess up my kids with school? I don't want to homeschool at home. I'm not that patient. I just don't want to experience winter anymore.
Right now, I'm sitting at our favorite tapas restaurant sipping a latte outside. Hot with a steady, nice breeze. Heaven.
They're going to have to throw me back onto our plane kicking and screaming.
I mentioned recently that Princess and BamBam are so addicted to blueberries that they will eat them until they literally poop them whole.
They were sharing a bath last night. I was sitting with them in the bathroom reading a magazine while they played. Truly the only times I get to read a magazine these days is when they are in the tub or when BamBam decides to attempt a rare poop on the potty.
I get pulled out of Martha Stewart’s world of things I’d love to have time to do for Christmas, but don’t…to Princess screaming:
MOMMY, BamBam pooped!!!
OH, YES…HE DID.
I look into the tub expecting to see a lone floaty…instead I see that he had diarrhea…and the kicker…a random floating blueberry in the water.
*gag* Bleach is my new best friend.
I almost don’t want to ask if this has happened to you. I’m still feeling like I want to throw up and your stories might send me over the edge.
I said almost. Go ahead. I’d love to hear your gross bathtub stories. Leave a comment. Please? My kid can’t be the only one pooping in the tub? Can he?
Princess LOVES to sing. I'm not talking about the typical 5 year old repertoire either. The girl can belt out songs such as Natasha Beddingfield's "Unwritten"...every word. She attended a Broadway Camp this summer and sang "Candle on the Water" from Pete's Dragon...on stage...solo...in front of over 100 people. She nailed it. Her kindergarten teacher pulled me aside to say that she is "gifted". They haven't done anything musical at school yet...this is just observing her during recess when she's belting out whatever the song of the moment is.
OK, so she's gifted. I'm letting her do little things, like the Broadway Camp, but I'm not exactly signing her up for the Britney Spears School of Becoming a Pop Star...you all see how that's turning out. It's hard to put into perspective that she has such a great voice when you're the parent who is SO SICK of hearing her sing...in the car, in the bathroom, in the grocery store...every-frickenwhere we go. I totally cannot relate. I am tone deaf and can't hold a note to save my life. I would rather walk around naked than sing in front of anyone. We get shocked looks from people all the time and comments like big voice for such a little girl. I feel bad sometimes asking for her to just STOP singing! I feel like Shrek talking about the donkey..."it's getting it to shut up that's the problem". I don't want to squash her confidence or desire because she really does have a beautiful voice...and she may very well figure out how to use that super power for good instead of evil...someday.
I finally figured out how to get a little peace and quiet. I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. We were in the car yesterday and I started singing along with her. Not just quietly singing along either. I was belting out Annie's "Tomorrow". Did I say that I have ZERO singing ability?! Nada. Ziltch. Her reaction: SHE SHUT RIGHT UP! Said she didn't feel like singing anymore. Was quiet the entire rest of the way home!
Cool. I finally found the OFF button!
Princess had her two worst cavities filled this morning. I am so happy with “The Kid’s Dentist”, I could kiss them all! They were fabulous with her. They turned the scariest experience of her life into an adventure. Seeing her so comfortable definitely eased my nerves.
They have a resident dog who greeted us at the door. The waiting room included a kid’s nook with a snake (ick), birds and fish. The surgery room was done up better than most kid's bedrooms in Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. She had the safari room, very cool. They gave her goofy sunglasses to wear. They had scented nose masks for the nitrous oxide…she picked grape. They described everything they were doing during the procedure…in kid friendly terms.
Her molars were pretty bad and it took them over an hour. The cavities were advanced and they ended up having to put a crown on one of her molars. It’s silver. Luckily, 5 year old Princesses think that jewelry on teeth is pretty…especially when it’s called a “crown”. She’s in a little pain right now and half of her face is still numb. I hate that feeling. I gave her a little Tylenol and some Arnica.
We stopped at WalMart on the way home and bought a new Disney Princess movie…and a new blanket…and a new doll. No, I’m not feeling at all guilty *wink*.
I found out that they will work with kids as little as 2 years old. You betcha...BamBam will be going next week for his first cleaning and fluoride treatment. THAT should be interesting. He will sit still for Daddy and let him brush his teeth for 5 minutes. Mommy? Not so much. He gets really p.o.’d and tries to bite me. Grrr.
Still looking for ideas on how to get him to brush. If you have anything beyond the norm to share, please leave a comment.
I realized that I won the LOSER Parent of the Year Award about a month ago at Princess’ first dentist appointment. They scheduled the major cavity in her molar to be filled just after Thanksgiving. Well, she’s been complaining that it hurts to chew on one side of her mouth, so I called to get her appointment moved up to tomorrow.
Yikes, I’m really, really nervous. They’re going to give her nitrous oxide…my poor baby. I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve ever had to give her Tylenol. She’s only needed an antibiotic once and she’s 5 years old. We usually stick to homeopathic and/or herbal remedies. Did I say that I am really, really nervous? And THE Daddy is away for work again...grrr.
I’ve researched nitrous oxide online and couldn’t find anything too scary. Anyone have any experience with their kids needing to use it?
Oh, and a word of advice for those of you with toddlers. Apparently letting them chew on the tooth brush doesn’t count as brushing teeth. I guess you need to play adult and get inside there for a more thorough cleaning afterwards. Who da thunk it?! Would have been nice to know that 2 years ago!
Seriously, we did brush with her...sometimes. Seems THE Daddy had “soft teeth” and tons of cavities as well. Also, we have well water with no fluoride. Hey, if you can blame someone else…why blame yourself, right?
Princess said something that made me laugh this weekend. We were riding back home from going out to breakfast and I was complaining about Starbucks being the devil and accusing them of putting crack in their pumpkin lattes…which I am suddenly finding myself hugely addicted to…after being coffee-free for over a year. My conversation was with THE Daddy and I didn’t know she was listening. We hear from the back seat:
”Mommy, I know who the devil is.”
THE Daddy and I look at each other and I say, “Really…who is the devil, honey?”
She says, “The snake ate the apple and turned into the devil. I learned that at school.”
She was all proud of herself…too cute. Glad we're paying $3500 for her to go to a Catholic kindergarten!
