A combination of incongruous things, A miscellaneous anthology or collection,
A mixture of dried flower petals and spices used to scent the air,
You'll get it all here, but it isn't gonna smell pretty
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
How to make a five year old cry.
Tell him you are taking him to Disney World!!
He was so overcome with the emotion of the moment, his big blue eyes got all watery...and since both mine and his Daddy's eyes were already watery from the moment, we asked him if he was crying cause he was so happy. He disagreed, but then asked why he was crying? I guess he just doesn't understand the 'crying for happiness' emotion yet. He kept asking his Dad "For real? Really, for real?" and then he looked at me and asked, "Is it true?" I could hardly contain myself.
The other guy? He physically jumped up & down uninterrupted for 10 minutes. You know the one, the same kid who never sat down at the hockey game. I told him we didn't have to wear winter boots or coats and he asked,
"Is there snow there?" "Nope!" "Is there green grass there?" "Yes! And palm trees!" "Woo hoo! Then I am SO going outdoor swimming!" then he asked "What's a palm tree?"
So tonight we played outdoor hockey in the snow, Thursday is sledding day with the school and Friday we will be swimming under palm trees. Wow!!!
It started around 1 AM, and we have been going every 10-30 minutes to the bucket &/or toilet and we are STILL going...currently 8 AM. This is only one kid, my poor little B. He is so sad about missing "Valentimes Day" at school.
Wishing all of you a day full of love, flowers, chocolates, sushi, wine (or whatever is your thang) and me? All I can smell is puke.
The love for a Webkinz is real. Santa brought each boy a Webkinz, this is what they asked for. It is a "real pet Mommy!" For any of you who are familiar with the Webkinz phenomenon, the child adopts their pet on the website. The child gets to choose the gender, the name, what goes in their room among other things, but the one of the things assigned to the pet is their birthday. February 11 is Lester's birthday.
The countdown started as soon as we changed the calendar to February. The # of remaining sleeps, days, hours, etc. FINALLY it arrived, and a bonus it was a P.D. day at school!! Why? Well, our kids are only allowed their computer time on weekends, about an hour is the limit. BUT, being that February 11 is a "no school" day - that counts as the weekend!! Didn't you know?
So, we made sure to go online to receive birthday wishes from the Webkinz people, and some friends (yes, they can send little pre-scripted email-like messages or presents, very cute!), and of course to wish cyber-Lester a Happy Birthday. Then IRL....we did the same:
And even sang Happy Birthday:
What a great (REAL) excuse reason to bake and eat cupcakes!
This past weekend we took the boys to their very first ever NHL game.
GO HABS GO!!! The cheers started in the car on the way there.
We purchased the tix way back in September (remember this?), the day they went on sale, and sold out. There are so few afternoon games offered (I think this year, three?) and for our guys, really our only option. I can't even tell you who was more excited. The butterflies started in my tummy the night before.
For those of you who *know* me, you have a clear understanding about how much this means to our family. The history, the heritage, the emotions that this hockey organization has brought to our family is immeasurable. (For privacy reasons, I choose not to discuss further, nothing personal, really).
Our seats were as high as you could get, hubby was a little skeptical, but once we settled in, we couldn't have had a better location. We loved it! We were as high 'in the heavens in hockeyland' as one could be, and the tears of joy watching my two little boys at their first Habs game were numerous.
I remember my very first NHL game. It was also an afternoon, exhibition pre-season and we had mid-high seats in the Montreal Forum. A puck came flying outta no where, my Dad caught it LITERALLY inches in front of my face, I still feel the brush of air. He then managed to have it signed by Jean Beliveau. I still have that puck dated, locked away forever, I was not quite 5 years old.
We donned our jerseys, painted faces, hats, and they handed out these cardboard helmet like things that T wore most of the time. We bought t-shirts and hot dogs and chips and ate smuggled snax from my purse, and it's practically oh, so sickenly like one of those "Priceless" Mastercard commercials it makes me want to puke. But I won't do that to you.
Instead, I bring you this photo, which is forever engraved in my brain.
And another good reason being at the top of it all, means there is no one sitting behind you, which means a certain little boy didn't bother anyone as he did this for practically the ENTIRE game:
We had the bestest of times as a family, truly a magical and most memorable day for us all.
Happily married SAHM to six year-old twin boys, Gramps (my dad) lives next door who has two grandsons who idolize him...yadda yadda yadda...I am a cyncial, sarcastic, opinionated, outspoken loudmouth (potty mouth too) who is in love with being a Mommy (on most days) but has something to say about everything. I can't say I like to 'argue' but I enjoy a good heated discussion with opposing views, so lemme have it.