Monday, 27 April 2009

Bye Bye Birdies

Well, we had an incident today involving, C-Ray, the cat, and the birds in a confined space. The birds are fine, but Mom was traumatized enough that she decided it was finally time for the birdies to find a new home. I have arrangements with a lady who is supposed to come and get them tomorrow. I broke the news to Faithie, who cried her eyes out and locked herself in a room with them to "spend some time with them" before they left. Let it be known that she hasn't spent more than 5 consecutive minutes with them since a week after they arrived in our home. After those tactics garnered no sympathy from me, I found a note on my desk. There is a picture of a bird drawn on one side, and the following note on the other:

Dear Mom,
I wish you could give me another chane (chance). I konw (know) I haven't been giveing them food and water. I promie (promise) I will tack (take) better care of them. (Picture of a crying face drawn here)

I must be a horrible mom because I wanted to laugh hysterically. And I don't feel the least bit bad about giving her birds away. I am proud however, of her writing skills and knowledge of proper format for a letter- I think it's pretty good for a first grader- all that tuition is paying off!

Friday, 24 April 2009

"The Three Little Pigs," as Told by C-Ray

"There were 3 little pigs. One had a house made of bricks, one had a house made of sticks, and one had a house made of straws."

Can't you just picture in his little 5 year old mind a house built out of thousands of drinking straws?

Ponderings of a Tired Mommy

I have decided that there must be a flashing neon sign above my bedroom door that says, "Please Come In and Wake Me Up." The curious thing about this sign is that it is only visible between the hours of 1 AM to 5 AM and to people under the age of 8. How Little One can see it from her crib, I'll never know. Maybe it sends out an audible signal to her. We seriously need a king-sized bed so a child or two can fit without my having to cling for dear life to the edge of the mattress. Somehow, I was deluded into thinking that once babies "slept through the night," my sleep would be returned to me. No one told me that kids never really "sleep through the night." There is always one with a cough, or a bad dream, or needing to go to the bathroom, or wanting a drink, or an itchy mosquito bite, or cold, or hot, or any other number of reasons why the mysterious sign beckons them to my room. Mack tells me that when they are big, and no longer need Mommy in the middle of the night, I will miss it. That's because they don't come to his side of the bed.

Saturday, 11 April 2009

Chivalry is Dead

C-Ray was heading out to play with the girls yesterday, with his pirate sword in hand. As he was leaving, I said, "Cool sword, buddy."
C-Ray replied, "Thanks, Mom."
Me- "Are you going to protect your sisters with it outside?"
C-Ray- "No. Why would I do that?"

But on the flipside, he gets upset if any of us "girls" opens or holds a door while we are out, because that's "a boy job." Maybe there's hope.