Evan turned five on Monday, and I turned 68.
Five seems so old to me; I can remember being five, I can remember it! That means Evan will remember a lot of the stuff he's going through right now, this FREAKS ME OUT!
I can't use my he's-so-young-he'll-never-remember-this excuse when I laugh at him for losing at Candy Land, or when I turn the smoke detector on and yell "OH NO!!! It's the Monster alarm! Hurry kids run to your rooms and be very quiet so the monster can't find you! RUN! It should be safe to come out in about an hour or two, I'll let you know" because I want a moment of peace and quiet.
I can't do this stuff anymore.
I want my kids to think back on their childhood and smile, or at least shrug their shoulders and say "meh, I guess it could have been worse."
I don't want them to look back on their childhood and have to lock themselves in the dark water heater closet and have a good cry for the next 48 hours, like I do.
So, from now on I'm creating lasting happy memories for my kids.
Right after they finish their ramen noodles, that I so lovingly added frozen corn to, we're going outside on a bear hunt.
You know that little chant:
But we just substitute things like the tall grass, or the icky sticky mud, for things we come across on our walk, like:
Oh no! A dirty syringe! (we live in a questionable neighborhood)
Can't go over it.
Can't go under it.
Gotta go around it!
The kids love it.
bye.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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Haha. That reminds me of when I was teaching fifth grade and took my class out to the track for a jog. Some of my chivalrous boys tried to shield my eyes from the used condom lying in the grass...
I hope Evan has a wonderful birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Syringe...hahahahhaa.
Whatever you do, take pictures of them while you do these "extracurricular" activities. Try to change their outfits and hair so when they look through the pictures, they think they did it more often.
I SO remember freaking out when my kids reached the age that I remember. That means the parenting starts FOR REALS.
If it were me I would continue with the fire alarm, because heaven knows you need that quiet time.
You look reheahealy good for 68. I think the same thing about my kids whenever they have a birthday. They will remember this...they will remember this...it goes on in my head like an annoying ghost that haunts my brain.
Hahahaha. At the syringe.
Don't feel too bad. I remember when those feelings first started happening to me.
Eventually you realize that your kids will be screwed up no matter what you do, so go with it and enjoy your monster-induced quiet time.
You know I enjoyed my tornado-induced one. :)
You always make me feel like an awesome mother. Thanks girl!
Wow, you must have gone through a significantly delayed menopause...
;)
Oh my! You are too funny! I barely remember being 5, and I still like to think my 12 year old won't remember things either!
Call me crazy (go ahead, really) but I kind of want that purple dress the short-haired woman on the right is wearing.
I'm sure Evan will have wonderful memories of tiptoeing around syringes.
But Meici isn't 5 yet! LOL!
I remember singing that song at a camp I worked at. It makes me cringe everytime I hear it!!!
Happy Birthday to Evan!
You don't look a day over 48! Happy Birthday, Evan!
I like your "urban bear hunt." It's never too early to teach your kids to be streetwise through song.
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