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Friday, April 27, 2007

Kid-topia...

An exit from the land of Bummage.

Okay, there's been some highly amusing stuff on the kid front in the last couple of weeks--let's see if I can recap:

The Cave Troll: After that horrible moment with "Take off your shoes, mama, take them off?" I went to pick him up from day care (mind you, this is 8 hours later and he's 3 1/2) and he said, "Mama, you pinched me!" (My last gasp punishment in the car to get him to stop shrieking at the top of the lungs, thereby distracting me in the world's most unpredictable freeway traffic and thereby killing us all.)

"Yes I did," I replied, "YOu wouldn't stop screaming at me."

"I'm sorry mama," he told me, "I'm sorry about your shoes." *sniff* Is there a better Cave Troll on the face of the planet? I think not.

Of course, he's still pointing out stuff we see as we go and expecting me to repeat him...this is a problem when I'm 'writing' as I drive and he starts shrieking in the middle of a lovely lull of silence. It's also a problem because his enunciation isn't perfect. Example?

"Horz, mama, horz!"

*blink* *blink* "Gees, honey, give the poor girls a break--their make-up wasn't that thick..."

"Mama, wanna ride that horz!!!"

"Thank God."

On the Ladybug front:

1. Ladybug sings--I sing to her a lot--usually that Sesame Street song (La la la la lampost, lalala linoleum,) of course, I can't remember the words so I'm making them up... (la la la la lucybelle, la la la leviticus, la la la la libertine, la la la la lepidemidimus...)and apparently, she goes to day care and sings 'la la la la urgleplarck' to her buddies, and they sing back. "I have no idea what they're saying, " says their day care person, "But they sure do like the conversation.

2. Ladybug walks--two steps, max. Then she does a complicated risk/benefit ratio calculation in her head, flops on her ass and crawls to the next place she can stand up. Watching that risk/benefit calculation is priceless though...you've got to wonder how that's playing out...

3. Ladybug dances--we have this game called Guitar Hero II--basically, it's like air guitar for the technogeek... as a family activity, I'd give it a 10+ in the interactivity scale. So, her dad is doing the medium version of Guns&Roses Sweet Child of Mine (those of you who have read the books, you must know how tickled I am that this song made the cut, even if I like the Sheryl Crowe version better) and we look over at Ladybug. She's doing the pop-lock-& roll like a hyperactive teenager, and adding hand-claps in the middle. Ah, gods, where's a video camera when you need one?

Chicken is:

Well, mostly she just is. I really hope the photos are loading tonight--I had her go down the road and take a picture of the turkey crossing sign--she was so tickled to be the official family photographer. I"ve mentioned this before, (I think) but her science teacher e-mailed all the parents in her science class and said, "This class is acting out, please talk to your child about their essay on respect that they were required to write." I talked to Chicken and she said, "I'm excused." I e-mailed the teacher to confirm and she said, "Your daughter is one of the reasons I'm so mad at the rest of the class--she wants so badly to learn."

I was prouder than words.

And Big T?
Big T signed up for high school with his dad. When Big T was the world's biggest baby (25 lbs at 4 months--no joke) I got a part time job at another school. Big T had difficulty at this age--he had what we thought was 'colic' but what we later figured was his way of dealing with his communication handicap. He screamed for hours at a time. We went through babysitters like water--as in, they'd call us up in tears at 5:30 in the morning and say "We just can't do this today. So sorry. Not happening." I got fired from the world's crappiest part time job by a vice principal who forgot that I even had a baby at home.

After my husband took T in to sign up, he said "Does Name X ring a bell?"

I said, "Uh, yeah, she's the @#$% who fired me from my first job."

He said, "Well, she's T's principal now."

Did you guys just hear the thud? I think my irony just dropped!

8 comments:

Roxie said...

I love your little troll. I love your little chicken. I love your singing, dancing, (almost) walking ladybug. I love big T. They are so lucky to have you for a mom!!rus

Julie said...

Yay kids. Kids learning, kids being cute, kids being kids.

As for the principal deal... consider it opportunity for revenge. See it as a positive - you can REALLY make her suffer now. (Her? Him? JERK.) If you get a chance, lay out that line "This is the kid you forgot about, when you fired me" or something even more priceless, snarky, and to the point.

I had a similar situation with a 7th grade reading teacher from hell (she flunked me in READING), who I wound up with again in tenth grade. E-mail me if you want the gory, gloating details. Hahah.

Remember. Opportunity. That's what it is.

Catie said...

I am so proud of all of your children, they sound wonderful.

KnitTech said...

Oh man, talk about karma. Do you think Mrs. X has changed at all?

Amy Lane said...

(You know what rocks about your blog buddies? They think your children are as wonderful as you do:-)

And as for Ms. X? Probably not. But now that I've been around a little while longer, I understand her a little better. She's not anomalous...most principals treat new-hires like tissue paper. I was more expendable than most, and really, considering I was a 2nd semester hire for 3 periods? It was easier to scrape me off than it was to nurture me. Harsh? yes. Typical? Oh yeah...I make a point of being one of the few people to talk straight to the new-hires about this policy--and I'm good at pumping up their poor shattered hearts when they're a victim of the beauracracy.

Rae said...

Great kids come from great parents. You have lots to be proud of (your kids and yourself). Seriously, I hope I have as much fun and as much love and respect for my own growing DD as you do for your kids. You're a great example.

As for the Principle, well, stick a big foot up her ass. She's a prickweenie (I'm tempted to say cuntweenie, but I hate misogynist labels, so I'll stick to prickweenie).

OK, off to knit. ;)

Rae said...

Well, she's still a prickweenie even if you understand her better now. Hard facts of reality? Well, reality still SUCKS ass at times. She's still a prickweenie perpetuating bad behavior.

Netter said...

I'd love to see Ladybug rocking out to GnR. B's always prefered rock to kiddie music. Hot Girls by INXS is one of his favorites.