Since Brooklynn wastes the shampoo it has forced us to put the shampoo on the high ledge in the shower. It’s a bummer because even though the kids are old enough to clean themselves we are still forced to go in and give them shampoo. It isn’t all bad because a good mom hair wash is needed every couple of times. Let’s be honest, a kid just doesn’t do as good of a job. The other day Owens shower lasted all of 8 seconds and I barely made it into the bathroom to get the shampoo. He had the water off and I hustled him back in to his “mmmoooommmm” complaining. I turned on the water and he instantly started in with the “not so hot”… Really Owen, do you think I’m going to singe your skin, my entire arm is in the water. I tell him “Owen, it isn’t that hot” He responded with, “Hot water will raise my blood pressure”
WHAT!?
Okay, I had to go there, “Owen, where did you read that?”
Owen “I learned it on Wii Fit, it asked me if I wanted health tips, I said yes” The best part, he hasn’t played Wii Fit in 12 months. I wonder how many luke warm or down right cold showers this kid has taken to avoid high blood pressure?
Thursday, March 29, 2012
The Shower Death Trap
Brooklynn is a shampoo waster! She drizzles it on the shower floor and splashes in it creating this bubble haven that she plays in. She fills the shower cup with shampoo and water and pours it out and plays making even more bubbles. She thinks this is just the best time ever. I hate the wasting sure, but even worse then that the soapy floor becomes a DEATH TRAP for the next person to step into the shower. As the first person up in the morning I now have to step into the shower on high alert ready to brace myself for what might happen! DANG IT! We have taken steps to correct this but seriously one slip and you can never relax in the haven that is a hot shower again. SO SO SAD!
Moves Like Jagger
We went to an 80’s Girl Scout dance and Brooklynn BUSTED out some amazing moves. It was a great time.
A Hero Named Jesus
I do what I can to own my short comings, I promise. I fail, on a regular basis, to look thru my children’s backpacks. I think this is for two reasons.
1. They are gross, especially Brooklynn’s. She uses it as a catch all and thing or piece of paper that makes it to the bottom of the bag ends up covered in food crumbs (YUCK)
2. They are both really good about doing their homework, so if it’s important to go back they are on top of it.
The down side, I sometimes miss the great stuff that they bring. Well I don’t miss it, it’s just delayed.
I digress… Over spring break I decided to PURGE the beasts that are the backpacks and emptied them (After I emptied Brooklynn’s I actually had to bring the vacuum cleaner out and VACUUM out the bottom of the backpack, she has major issues). I looked at every piece of paper. I gave Owen the riot act for every paper that he didn’t get 100% on and gave Brooklynn a high five for anything that was nearing a C. They are different students and should be treated differently. Anyway, I was awe struck when I found this in Owen’s stack of papers:
The best part, it had clearly been hanging on the wall of his class room or hallway. I was pretty proud of his outlook and insight. Owen, he’s my Hero too.
1. They are gross, especially Brooklynn’s. She uses it as a catch all and thing or piece of paper that makes it to the bottom of the bag ends up covered in food crumbs (YUCK)
2. They are both really good about doing their homework, so if it’s important to go back they are on top of it.
The down side, I sometimes miss the great stuff that they bring. Well I don’t miss it, it’s just delayed.
I digress… Over spring break I decided to PURGE the beasts that are the backpacks and emptied them (After I emptied Brooklynn’s I actually had to bring the vacuum cleaner out and VACUUM out the bottom of the backpack, she has major issues). I looked at every piece of paper. I gave Owen the riot act for every paper that he didn’t get 100% on and gave Brooklynn a high five for anything that was nearing a C. They are different students and should be treated differently. Anyway, I was awe struck when I found this in Owen’s stack of papers:
The best part, it had clearly been hanging on the wall of his class room or hallway. I was pretty proud of his outlook and insight. Owen, he’s my Hero too.
Father Daughter Dance
This is the THIRD year that I have asked Donn to take Brooklynn to the Girl Scout Father Daughter Dance. To me it is a no brainer. If there was a mother-son event, I would be all over it. Owen would have to beg me not to drag him there. This year I finally convinced him. I was super pumped. A few days before the event I suggested he take her to dinner and make a date night, he declined, just not feeling the greatness that is “the Father-Daughter Dance”. The day of the dance comes and he changes his mind, they are going to go to dinner. Brooklynn has a new dress (a Christmas present from Mamaw) and shiny black shoes. I paint her nails and curl her hair – it is important to her that I do her hair with the same number of curls that I had when I married Daddy – “that’s how he likes hair mom”. She looked so pretty! Donn got her a corsage that matched her dress perfectly.
The absolute BEST part of the night, hands down, no question… Donn said when they got home “I regret not taking her the last two years, we had a great time, we danced all night”. I wasn’t glad in the “I told you so” kind of way, I was glad in the IT WAS THAT GREAT – kind of way… A memory was definitely made. The second best part when Owen & I got home (we decided to go on a date too, we went to dinner to Angel and Carys) Donn and Brooklynn were cuddled up on the couch together. AWESOME!
The absolute BEST part of the night, hands down, no question… Donn said when they got home “I regret not taking her the last two years, we had a great time, we danced all night”. I wasn’t glad in the “I told you so” kind of way, I was glad in the IT WAS THAT GREAT – kind of way… A memory was definitely made. The second best part when Owen & I got home (we decided to go on a date too, we went to dinner to Angel and Carys) Donn and Brooklynn were cuddled up on the couch together. AWESOME!
Screw You!
The entire family has started playing Words With Friends (scrabble-like game via the internet) and it has been a great way to keep us all connected. Anyway, Owen loves it because this is the only avenue that he has to TEXT! And we all quickly realized that he is a trash talker. He plays a word, he sends you a text “take that”. Stuff like that. About a month ago Kaelyn called Donn really upset. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or if she should cry. Owen played a word and then texted her “Screw You”. She thought for sure Owen’s account had been hacked because there was no possible way Owen would use such language ever, but especially toward his big sister, whom he adores.
We walk into his room and ask him, "did you just text your sister, ‘Screw You’?”
Owen: “Yes”
I think at this point Donn had to walk out of the room because he could not control his hysterical laughter, yes, looking back it was so shocking it was funny. But COME ON, he’s impressionable, we had to go in guns blazing,
Me: “Do you know what that means?”
Owen: “No”
Me: “It means you don’t like them, you want them to go away and you think they are jerk, it is a BAD word”
Owen: “oh, then screw it”
Me: “NO! that is a bad word too! The only time you should ever use the word SCREW is when you are talking about TOOLS!”
Owen: “Okay”
There was no way I was going to explain anymore definitions of screw to my 9 year old.
Fast forward about 5-10 days. Owen explains over dinner that he is nervous about the speech that he will be giving the following day. I am instantly irritated that over DINNER I am finding out about a speech and we are now going to have to scramble to prepare for it. I search in his stack of papers and when I find if comment (something) and Owen responds with “atleast we’re not screwed”. I almost lose my mind! Dad is quick to jump into what he sees is going to because WWIII at our house and he says “you don’t realize he just repeated you do you?”
Me: Oh.
Well, don’t I feel small.
We walk into his room and ask him, "did you just text your sister, ‘Screw You’?”
Owen: “Yes”
I think at this point Donn had to walk out of the room because he could not control his hysterical laughter, yes, looking back it was so shocking it was funny. But COME ON, he’s impressionable, we had to go in guns blazing,
Me: “Do you know what that means?”
Owen: “No”
Me: “It means you don’t like them, you want them to go away and you think they are jerk, it is a BAD word”
Owen: “oh, then screw it”
Me: “NO! that is a bad word too! The only time you should ever use the word SCREW is when you are talking about TOOLS!”
Owen: “Okay”
There was no way I was going to explain anymore definitions of screw to my 9 year old.
Fast forward about 5-10 days. Owen explains over dinner that he is nervous about the speech that he will be giving the following day. I am instantly irritated that over DINNER I am finding out about a speech and we are now going to have to scramble to prepare for it. I search in his stack of papers and when I find if comment (something) and Owen responds with “atleast we’re not screwed”. I almost lose my mind! Dad is quick to jump into what he sees is going to because WWIII at our house and he says “you don’t realize he just repeated you do you?”
Me: Oh.
Well, don’t I feel small.
Carys!
I need to introduce Carys as she will surely be a recurring character in this blog. As Brooklynn’s long time BFF and daily visitor to the Longwell house most stories and events include her. I feel like she is another daughter and her mom, Angel, has become one of my closest friends. When a few days go by and I don’t see one or both of them I get lonely and so do my kids. Both girls fit into my family just perfectly, Donn harassed Carys like she is his and Angel like the sister he never had. We cook together, craft together, visit and support each other. Having this close friendship fills me with gratefulness. As a bonus, her family is wonderful to Brooklynn, her first time fishing was with them at their family farm. How great is that!
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