Kindergarten Therapy

Aidan brought home his daily journal from kindergarten the other day.  Found this little gem from December.

(I've translated below in case you don't read kindergartener).

Ahem.  So I guess I'm mean AND wishy-washy.  And apparently crazy, since that looks like a pretty steep hill I let him go sledding down.

At least I gave him some hot chocolate afterwards.  I hope.

Vitamin Beach

I went to the doctor a few weeks ago and found out I am deficient in Vitamin D.

She prescribed these:

Hmmmmm.

Do you think I could talk her into prescribing this instead?

(Does health insurance cover beach vacations?  If not, I need to find myself a lobbyist, stat.)

Easter Recap

Easter was filled with candy, candy and more candy.  And that was just what I ate.  Seriously, I think I might have caught diabetes this weekend.  Next year, tell me not to buy so much, okay?  Same goes for Halloween.  And Valentine's Day.  And Fourth of July.  Dammit, I love candy, don't judge me!!!

Anyways, I stuffed the kids' Easter baskets full of goodies.  Aren't those pinwheels cute?  Ashley thought so, but Aidan and Owen decapitated them almost immediately and then plucked out the petals one by one.  They are now officially little boys, or else maybe serial killers.  Hard to tell.

We also dyed Easter eggs.  Only one was harmed in the process, so I call that a success (one of the eggs, not one of the kids).

We also had an Easter egg hunt on Sunday afternoon with cousins Leo and Ellie.  Every year we hide 50 regular eggs and one "Golden Egg" (which some years is actually silver, but semantics).  Everyone but Aidan and Ellie have found the golden egg in years past, so the adults "encouraged" the other kids to BACK OFF and let one of them find it this time.  Ashley promptly declared that rule "no fair" while Ellie advocated for making the golden egg easy to find since she is - in her words - "not a good egg-finder."

But in the end, there could be only one winner - and it was Aidan!

OMG, he was so excited!  It was awesome he found it because he wanted to SO BAD.  The day before he was all moaning and groaning about it - apparently finding the golden egg is massive pressure for a kindergartner.   Ellie was a super good sport about it, which was awesome too.  (I have a feeling I know who's going to be finding the golden egg next year, if you want to place your bets now.)

Owen also had an awesome time hunting.

As did Ashley.

She found all of her eggs pretty quickly and then just trash talked the others while standing next to unfound eggs.  "Are you serious right now?"  "You have GOT to be kidding me!"  "You are looking right at it!"  Hmmm, no wonder Aidan was feeling the pressure.  Find the golden egg, or face public shaming by Miss Ashley Belle.

My sister-in-law Jen also made this awesome bunny cake!  Isn't it cute?  It was delicious, too.

She is now officially in charge of all dessert-making for future family get-togethers.  I will maintain my position of wine purchaser / taster.   It is a difficult job but somebody has to do it.

Hope you all had a lovely Easter!

"The Nap"

So, I just read this article about Tilda Swinton sleeping in a box at the MoMA last weekend for "art".

Would you believe I put on the EXACT SAME show on Saturday?  Her piece was called "The Maybe."  Mine was called "The Nap."  It happened at 2:00 in my bedroom. 

(Sorry if you missed it.  However, repeat performances are likely.)

Summer Vacation at the Institution

So, there was one thing that I didn't think about when Scott went back to work...

SUMMER. VACATION.

Yeah, I guess I need to arrange for somebody to watch my kids, huh?  These are the things you don't think about when you're married to a stay-at-home-dad. 

Anyhoo, I jumped on it right away (meaning Friday of last week) and scoped out some places (meaning I did a google search) and researched nannies (meaning I brought up the topic of nannies while out to lunch) and set up interviews (meaning I told Scott to call some places to see if they had any openings).  It was a lot of strenuous, much thought out, carefully undertaken work.

And, after all that due diligence, I've finally settled on a place for my beloved little snowflakes.  They're going to a daycare place up the road.  We stopped by today to drop off the deposit check and my kids seemed a little terrified.

But whatevs!  It will be good for them, right?  They'll make some new buddies, get to go on a bunch of field trips, and did I mention they had an air hockey table?  Holla!  I want to go to daycare.

Truth be told, I feel kinda guilty sending them to a facility for the summer.  God, it sounds like I'm institutionalizing them.   I can just see myself summer mornings - "Are you ready to go....to the facility? Mwah ha ha ha ha!"  I want them to be running around the neighborhood wearing jellie shoes like little kids from 1985.  But, what can you do - it's not 1985 anymore.  Which, side note, is probably a good thing - jellie shoes hurt.  Also, they probably wouldn't look good on the boys.

 

"Ouch!"

Despite the terrified looks on the kids' faces today, they assured me they are super excited.  I'm pretty sure it's because they saw one kid playing with an iPad.  You can't run around the neighborhood with one of those, now can you.