crazys by cassidy

cutting her hair -
luckily she has a lot of it, so it is not noticeable
xander brought it to me "look what i found on cassidy's bed". when questioned, she admitted it. i was impressed with myself. totally kept calm.
me -"cassidy, who cuts your hair?"
c -"courtney"
me -"courtney went to school for a long time to learn how to cut hair. did you go to school to learn how to cut hair?"
c - "no"
me - "then until you do you should not be cutting hair, courtney will." (march 18)

toothpaste -
i came home from working at archiver's one night. 10:30 reach for the door handle and it is covered with something slimy, sticky...pretty much gross! i get in the door and yell for todd.
me -"what is this all over the door knob?"
t- "oh no, i didn't realize it was there too."
then he holds up an empty tube of toothpaste.
t - "this was the brand new, and now there are globs of it all over the yard." (april 23)

art gallery -
came home from working at archiver's at 1:00am. go upstairs to kiss the kids goodnight while they are sleeping. on cassidy's wall there are five pieces of planner/notepad paper stuck on her wall, all lined up almost all at an identical height, held up with a foam shape sticker. they each had been drawn on.
when i questioned todd about it, asking if he had hung them up for her (because they were all so evenly spaced and at the same height) he declined that he had not, and he really didn't know what i was talking about.
so i showed him...he laughed. there had been paper and a pen in the room, but not on her bed. she had gotten out of bed (which is a typical occurrence at bedtime) brought the paper and pen back to bed. done her art work, and then found the foam stickers that were at the top of the landing on the stairs, waiting to go back down to the art supplies. we guess that all of the papers were lined up so neatly because that was as high as she could reach...???
still so funny. unfortunately, xander overheard out conversation with her the next day and took it upon himself to take them down....rip them down is how it ended up. so i saved one from being torn down and took this picture. (march 23)

potd (pictures of the day)

lately i've been saying "i am not the right mother for her...."
but after watching todd deal with a situation, that was quickly escalating to full blown fit, that he manged to turn the fit into giggles and hiccups...








i have to say "he is totally the right dad for her!"


and while the tempest was being calmed inside, outside my son and the neighbor played, oblivious to the 58 degree temperature, the impending storm, winds blowing at 27 mph, and the occasional drizzle.

{more} she says...

no offense to the boy in my life, but this girl is doing a lot of talking lately...
and mostly when x opens his mouth it is to burp the alphabet. yup, that's the talent he is choosing to work on.

so tonight it was...

"i'm a basketball player. i just stood up and threw it in there." - referring to toilet paper and the toilet.

i think she has an imaginary friend. there is a girl at her dance studio that she is fixated with. she is three years older, and the owners daughter. i don't know that c has ever really met her, but when c is playing corinna never leaves her side, always gives her opinion about what is going on, and never fails to call c on the phone.

this one is a little past it's date, but we have a close family friend that was expecting her first baby in march. c's teacher said that she was very attentive when they had calendar time at school each day, excitedly exclaiming each day "yeah, it's march!" and on many occasion she would ask me "mom, is it march for the baby now?"

well, it was march for that baby! and the baby's name is now her favorite name for all her baby dolls - adelaide. everyone of them are adelaide, even the cabbage patch doll.

oh, now that i am typing it i can't think of the other ones. they'll come to me...or she'll come up with more. never fear!

braves vs. white sox

they got us... the boys came out swinging, xander ran the field, but in that 5th inning, the white sox caught the boys by surprise.
but, hanging out in the dugout produces some fun pictures.

primary activity - camp sugarhill

i think it went well...i work with four amazing girls. when i grow up i want to be like them!

braves vs. dodgers

the first time these teams met up the braves gave the "over hyped up" dodgers a run for it. keeping it tied up til the end of the game. unfortunately that game ended with xander, hitting a line drive right to the second baseman, which he caught, and then that player tagging first and second to get a triple play.
this time was no less exciting. the dodgers were ahead the whole time, but we were always within reach.
xander was all over the field. he was totally in the game and knew what was going on at all times. he ran down players. caught a pop fly and threw them out. he was great! his hitting was pretty good too!
the final inning it looked like we could end the game in a tie.
xander was up to bat, hit the ball to the same place he did the first game, but this time it sailed into the outfield untouched. xander pulled around second heading for third. todd, as the third base coach didn't see the ball anywhere near him, so he told xander to start for home. most teams try to end the play by getting the ball to the circle. but this time they threw the ball to the third baseman who caught it...
at that point todd knew xander wasn't going to make it and called him back, but the third baseman was right there and tagged xander out. the third out...
the dodgers stands threw up their hands and cheered...and the braves stands let out a collective sigh of dismay.
i watched my son walk to the dug out with his head hanging slightly. i ran over to the gate and waited while he lined up to congratulate the other team.
he carried his bucket of gear out and i took it from him, setting it on the ground, grabbed his hand and started to walk. "let's go sit for a minute".
at that point he started to cry..."i'm just so mad!"
we got to a picnic bench and i held his hand and gave him a hug. i let him know it was okay to cry. "dad says it's not my fault. that he made the mistake, but i should have known he had the ball."
he was crushed, and so was i. i sat there next to him on that picnic bench with tears on my face too. he had done everything he could have that game, and one little tag out was a pin in a balloon that popped in his face.
he ended up getting one of the game balls that night. if he deserved it anytime it was definitely for that game. he was the team that night...he was amazing!

ice cream truck

hear the music? isn't it just as exciting as you remember it?

she says...

"mom, look! he has a blowy thing!"
pointing to the man in the car next to us...
hand hanging out the window holding a cigarette.
fabulous! cause "blowy thing" sounds too fun, must come up with a word that doesn't sound so fun!
fire stick. smoke stack. i've got nothing right now.