Cammy is becoming a little person all into her self. the other day upon request that she eat one more bite of meatloaf, her response under her breath – cause she is smarter then the average cookie – was the title of this post.
um…..
Yeah -
and how again you punish your kid when you are CRACKING UP? i’m really gonna have to work on my Cammy poker face.
Things are looking – ahead if not up. Persons of the related persuasion are forcing us to examine our boundaries, figure out what is too much to ask. What is too much to give. Jerry and I differ on levels here but he is doing the best he can and I am doing the best I can – we can meet in the middle I’m sure.
Parenting is hard enough to do, I think, without having to deal with other grown up crap while you do it.
yesterday was get a grip day. I went to lunch with a dear dear dear friend, cheesecake makes everything better. We walked the mall and I spent a little money with oput feeling like I was gonna put my family in the dog house for doing it.
I even bought a dress.
don’t get too excited people, its simple black dreess, and not the one that can be ticked off of my 101 in 1001 list either. We then went to pick cammy up from school and walked in on a birthday party for Dr.King. It was the cutest sweetest thing. a room full of toddlers who baked their own cupcakes and then given the task to ice them individually. Cammy is so much quieter in class than she is at home. I wonder what that is. they said she danced way more when I was there than she does on any regular day. and that gives me a moments pause caus eI want to make sure she shines as who she is whether I am there to back her star or not.
Oh yeah – my brothers back in jail. I don’t know if I have told you the great tale of the never ending traffic ticket warrants but this is easily the fifth time in a single year he’s been arrested on the same warrants. at some point you would think he would get sick of doing this over and over and over and just pay the dog gone fines. The young men in my family are losing their micky flickin minds cause I got a cousini who is walking a fine line of disownment as well.
My neighborhood is flipping out because – if you read the hubbys blog I’m sure you have heard about the craptastic surge of crime in our urban subrurban neigborhood. More cars have been stolen and while the whole burn the cars thing has died down, apparently heaving landscaping boulders at rear car windows is picking up popularity.
I’ve missed my husband these last few days hopefully hes back tonight, and we can get it together.
how was your day?
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Oh my gosh! My own son dropped the D-bomb for the first time just a few days ago (while I was on the phone, too, so there was a witness). He kept asking me again and again if he could watch Cars on DVD, but I told him he had to finish his lunch first. Then, thinking he was being clever, he changed tactics and asked if he could watch March of the Penguins. I said, very sternly, “No, Isaac, you may not watch ANY TV until you finish your lunch.”
He looked at me, shook his head, and said, “Damn.” Then he walked back into the dining room and started eating again.
It was all I could do not to bust out laughing.
I just tried to pretend I hadn’t heard it, in the hopes that if he got no response he would not say it again.
I can’t decide to laugh or ignore the behavior!
I was coming here for advice!