Overcome

As we were walking PJ into school this morning I had this amazing rush of feelings for her, this absolute love just simply washed over me.

She was skipping ahead, dressed all in pink with red sparkle shoes to finish it all off.

I got her attention with a little “Psssst”. She turned to look at me. I caught up with her, bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

She blinked, wiped her hand over the kiss and said, “I hate kisses, they get lipstick all over me.”

As quickly as the feeling came, it left.

Make’n it happen

Cheers to our friends at Surly Brewing Co. for receiving Best Take-Home Beer from City Pages. Nicely done guys!

And if you are one of the few who haven’t tried it yet…you are missing out.

But now you know. Not only can you find it in numerous bars and restaurants you can even take it home and enjoy it while hang’n out on the back patio this spring.

The name game

Yesterday KP and I were at the running store looking for gear. He, of course, was running about with reckless abandon. One of the sales ladies asked him if he would build a Lego tower with her, to ensure at least a small sale instead of only a clean up in the running shoe isle.

They sat down and started to build.

Sales lady: So, do you have any brother’s or sisters?

KP: Yes, I have a CT and a PJ.

Sales lady: Ohhh, hmmm, I’m trying to figure out…are those cats or dogs?

KP: CT is brother and PJ is sister.

Sales lady: They’re not pets?

Me: (calling out from the running shorts rack) No, those are his siblings.

Sales lady: Oh my, I’m sooooo embarrassed.

Me: Don’t worry about it.

Sales lady: Well, so what is your name?

KP: KP.

Sales lady: Now really, that can’t be your name.

KP: YES…KP!

Me: Oh yes, it really is.

Sales lady: Now I’m really embarrassed.

I should have told her about our experience at another store when CT was little. I’m sure she would have felt that her slip wasn’t anywhere near as offensive as asking a three month old baby, “Now why on earth would your parents EVER name you that?”

Happy Birthday Dad!

Thank you NOT

Of course I make my kids write thank you notes. Wouldn’t you? Who else is going to foster this very important skill? Who else will teach them to be thankful and appreciative of other people’s kindness?

So, of course I made CT write all his thank you notes for all the gifts he got for his seventh birthday. He worked long and hard on hand writing everyone their very own thank you card.

And now…I CAN’T FIND THEM! And no, they haven’t been mailed.

Do you make the kid struggle through the exercise all over again? Do you write them for him? What the hell does one do when you lose all his thank you notes?

Early shopping

Here is what my mother-in-law will be getting for Mother’s Day.

How cool are those?

Must have still been hungry

Yesterday afternoon Adam and I had the fortunate opportunity of having his mother come over and watch the kids while we went out for dinner and a movie. Our dinner choice was sushi and as we headed to the movie the sun was still out and people were bustling. I caught two bikers out of the corner of my eye checking out a map. I could have sworn one of the women had on bike shorts that said CULVER’S up the side of the thigh.

Noth’n like displaying butter burgers on your very own prime real estate.

Playdate from China

Last night PJ went to Kindergarten Roundup for her Chinese school. The whole exercise is to get the kids familiar with the building, to meet the teachers, to ride the bus and to see a little bit of what their day will be like.

PJ came home from this experience filled with excitement. She finally has something that is hers and hers alone. Separate from her brothers. And she is eating it up.

This afternoon she had one of her classmates over. This particular friend will not be attending the Chinese school in the fall and PJ was telling her all about the evening. She told her that the teachers never said anything she understood. Her friend then questioned what she thought they might have been saying to her. PJ’s response: I don’t know…they just kept saying GOINNG ZING QUANG JAUNG LANG!

Then they both broke out in hysterical fits of laughter.

Easter…revisited

The following conversation took place in the back seat of the mini-van, between the hours of 10:00 and 11:00 am.

KP: Mama, Iyyyaa sooooo sad.

Me: Oh honey, what’s up?

KP: Jesus es died.

PJ: OOOHH KP don’t worry, he’s been dead a long time.

Blog stalking

I always find it funny when I stumble across a site, get sucked in and so engrossed in a complete stranger’s life that I check back again and again and again. Here is one I have been reading for awhile.

Take advantage of the fact that she is only selling her beautiful wears for a limited time. It would be a tough choice to pick just one. And those t-shirts…cute!