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Snow Day Prank

Last night after 3/4 of our kids had gone to bed, we got the automated call…no school again tomorrow due to snow.  Princess2T & I devised a not-so-evil plan to prank the other 2 school age kids.  Since Princess2T is the ‘manager’ of the other kids, she makes sure they get all their morning duties done & that they’re ready to leave for school at the right time.  She was to get up & get ready just like any other school day, and make sure Pickle & Chubbs did the same.  This is what went down when they were ready to leave…

Snow Day

When the snow is good, I love everything about a snow day.  I’m probably just as excited as the kids when school is called off.  I absolutely LOVE snow.  Of course, since I don’t have a typical job, I don’t have to get out in it, which as I remember is a total bummer.  Aside from that, snow is wonderful.  From the first beautiful snowflake floating down from the heavens, to packing billions of snowflakes together for forts, snowballs, or a snowman, to making snow angels while cold wet flakes land and melt on your face, to the hot cocoa after coming into a warm house & peeling wet clothes off the kids…I love it all.  Most of all, I love sharing the experience with my kids.  I hope these are the kind of things they remember forever.

Today, we bundled up – 3 shirts, 2 pants, soccer socks, hats, gloves, coats…we quite resembled Randy Parker from A Christmas Story. (I wear my snowboarding gear, so I can stay out longer…and the snowboarding boots are heavy & give me quite a workout!)

Decked out in all my layers & crazy heavy boots!

Outside, we started building a snowman, but ball #2 fell apart so it turned into a snowblob that they just climbed on.

Chubbs standing on the 'Snow Tower' aka snowman fail.

Princess2T lookin' pretty!

The kids made snow angels, attacked Pickle while she was posing for a close-up, and ran around flinging snowballs.

Froggy making a snow angel.

Pickle being attacked!

Snowball Fight!

After a little over an hour, I came in & started the 3 different versions of cocoa…gotta love having kids with conflicting allergies!  They stayed out about 15 more minutes and then were ready for cocoa.  They thoroughly enjoyed the cocoa, especially the adorable gingerbread man & snowman marshmallows!

Mmmmm...Hot Cocoa, Hot Vanilla, & Hot Cocoa w/ Soy!

Gingerbread Man & Snowman Marshmallows

Here’s the recipes for the cocoa’s I made:

Mexican Hot Cocoa – (for me and the ‘normal’ children)

3 Tbsp. granulated sugar

3 Tbsp. baking cocoa powder

1/4 tsp. ground cinnamon

2 1/3 C milk

1/2 tsp. vanilla extract

  1. In a small saucepan, combine sugar, cocoa, & cinnamon.
  2. Over medium heat, gradually stir in milk & stir constantly until hot, do NOT boil.
  3. Remove from heat & stir in vanilla extract.  Beat w/ wire whisk until frothy.
  4. Pour into mugs, garnish w/ marshmallows, serve immediately & enjoy!


Hot Vanilla – (for Chubbs who’s allergic to chocolate & soy)

3/4 C milk

1 1/2 tsp. sugar

1/4 tsp. vanilla extract

1/8 tsp. cinnamon

  1. Heat milk to just below boiling point, approx. 1 1/2 min. in microwave safe measuring cup.
  2. Stir in sugar, vanilla, & cinnamon.
  3. Garnish w/ marshmallows & extra cinnamon if desired.
  4. Serve immediately.


Hot Cocoa w/ Soy Milk – (For Pickle who’s allergic to milk)

1 C soy milk

1 1/2 tsp. sugar

1/4 tsp. vanilla extract

2 tsp. baking cocoa powder

1/8 tsp. cinnamon

  1. Combine all ingredients in a microwave safe mug.
  2. Heat to just below boiling point, approx. 1 1/2 min.
  3. Garnish w/ marshmallows, serve immediately, & enjoy!

First Day of School 2010-11

No matter what age you are, it seems like the first day of school is exciting. Whether you are a Pre-K, off to your first day away from Mommy & Daddy, or are a 30-something beginning your first day of college, there’s just something about going back to school. The excitement is contagious. I don’t know if it’s the newness, or just a change in routine that ignites that spark, but it was all my kids talked about for almost the last 2 weeks of summer. I am an over preparer, so all school supplies were purchased, labeled, and ready for school weeks ahead of time. New shoes were bought & hidden away to surprise the girls with, backpacks were personalized & packed full of supplies. As the day drew nearer, open houses were attended, new haircuts were scheduled, and the anticipation grew. We adopted a new ‘back to school’ schedule to help us with what could only be described as partially organized chaos. (The kids were excited about this new routine, it is the Flylady Student Control Journal…I would highly advise you check it out if you have school age kids.) The first day of school went off fairly smoothly, kids were up and ready, looking beautiful with their new haircuts, clothes, and shoes.

Ready for 1st day of 2nd grade!

Ready for 1st day of 3rd grade!

Ready for 1st day of 5th grade!

Traffic was ridiculous as expected. We dropped Kara off first at her school which is in the process of being remodeled, so there was mass confusion as to where to pull in to drop her off. The first week is always insane because everyone thinks they need to drive their kids to school. There are parents who’s kids are not typically car riders, so they have no clue as to what to do. The construction zone did not help matters.    The kids started getting a little crazy waiting in line.

Insisting on a silly pic while waiting in line.

The other half of silliness...

After dropping her off at her school & snapping a few pictures while pulling away, as to not cause any more delay in the line for the other parents, we headed across town to take Trinity & Kylie to their school.

Happy to finally be out of the car & @ school!

Trinity & Kylie’s school is brand new. They are the first 3rd & 5th graders to attend the new school. It is an fantastic campus with all kinds of amenities. They arrived right on time, and eagerly ran up to the building.

Heading in to the new school for the 1st time!

And that was it. All the planning, and anticipation for such an anticlimactic moment. Grayson & I drove home feeling a little lonely, but satisfied at the same time. Grayson asked about their day, and we played ‘school’ so he wouldn’t feel too left out. We fell right back into our typical school-day routine from the previous year, and anxiously awaited for time to pick them up so we could hear all about their first day.

2:30 rolled around and we left the house to go pick up the girls. Grayson was very impatient with the pick up line, and there was good reason. The way it is supposed to work, is there is only one in and one out to pick up 1st & 2nd graders at Kara’s school. Once the line gets backed up to the street, the people turning left into the school use the turning lane on the road, and people turning right into the school just stay in the right lane. Anyone needing to get by coming from the right, go around in the turning lane. It is not a difficult thing. The problem began when someone coming from the right decided to use the turning lane as to not block the through traffic…evidently this parent had not done this before.

And the cavalry has been called in...

Less than 1/3 of the line for 1st & 2nd graders.

Traffic began to pile up in the turning lane & the right hand lane…both thinking they were in line. The cops eventually showed up, and attempted unsuccessfully to unclog the street. Once the line began to move, I noticed that the traffic for the left turning people had stretched back through the intersection and had once again drawn the attention of the cop. It was a total mess…I was really glad I had arrived early and wasn’t a part of this mass confusion. Picking up the other 2 was not nearly as bad…it seems as though the school staff had thought out the traffic flow a little better. After picking them up, the girls excitedly chattered all the way home about their teachers, new classrooms, new and old friends, and all the events of the day. I drove home smiling and thanking God for my kids, and that they had a great day & were looking forward to a new school year.

Allergic to what?!

Well, Wednesday morning I took Kylie & Kara to get their allergy testing. I tried to explain a little what was going to happen, since they were asking every question they could think of. I told them it wouldn’t hurt, but might be uncomfortable. I brought their DS’s to distract them and keep them still for the test. We’d gotten to the point where the culprit of the non-stop sniffling, coughing, snorting, and dark circles under their eyes had to be discovered.

Kara went first and was perfect, no wiggling, not a peep when the allergens were introduced, no complaints…AWESOME. Turns out she’s mildly allergic to LOTS of stuff, and does need a daily allergy medicine.
Kylie was a total wiggle worm and said ‘Ow!’ every time the nurse touched her (which was pre-planned…I heard her telling Kara ‘when she does the thing to your back say ‘Ow!’.’ What?! Why? I guess my kids are just weird…) anyways, aside from all that she made a huge deal about having to take off her shirt. This was after I explained they would get a paper gown, be laying on their stomachs…and assured them that no one would see their ‘boobies’. She was a total drama queen, but ended up being still enough to get accurate results. *whew* And the big problem…Kylie is allergic to milk. MILK. Greg actually made me spell it when I was relaying the results of the test. Yes, milk you drink…it comes from cows…is in nearly everything delicious…M-I-L-K. We’ve made the switch over to soy milk…which she likes, but she slightly freaks out when I name something she can’t have…cheese, yogurt, ice cream, etc. I have explained repeatedly that anything yummy that is made with milk (such as pudding, smoothies, etc.), I can make hers separate with the soy milk. We are new to this whole ‘no dairy’ thing, so I haven’t discovered all the substitutes. I know there are other kinds of milk she can try besides soy, that there is soy based yogurt, cheese, etc. We will eventually get this down. One added problem is that Kara is slightly allergic to soybeans, so I do have to prepare different things every time I cook.
In addition to various trees, grasses, and milk, between the two girls, they’re allergic cats, dust mites, horses, pecans, mold, household dust, chocolate and penicillin…could we have a few more allergens to deal with? Sheesh. So our allergy adventure will be a long one. We are hoping to get the rest of us tested soon so we can all start feeling better, and get the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, snorting, and watery eyes cured.

Young "Love"

Kylie, my 7 year old, has an admirer. Friday night, 2 of the girls’ friends stayed the night. It got a bit wild with 6 kids (a large and quite heavy mirrored closet door was seriously injured), but overall they were good. Saturday morning while we were enjoying pecan pancakes and cantaloupe, our doorbell rang. I answered it…surprise, surprise…no one was there. (We have been the victims of ‘Ding, Dong, Ditch’ quite often lately…I now know the culprits.) I looked down and discovered this.

A gift…for Kylie. It consisted of a years supply of friendship bracelets, flowers, and a ring on a sheet of paper with ‘To Kylie’ scrawled in the handwriting of a love struck 7 year old boy. Upon further inspection of the paper the words ‘I love you’ were written and then erased. This token of his affections was greeted by excited yet embarrassed screams of 5 little girls. (2 of the girls were the above mentioned boy’s sisters.) Kylie reciprocated his gift with a strange assortment…a marble, a giant faux pearl bead, and a green ‘mardi gras’ type necklace. Accompanying these gifts were various notes from all the girls consisting of questions about a date in our back yard, and hearts painted with berry juice. (Not sure what’s up with the berry juice painting, but they’ve been making ‘paint’ with berries from outside…Trinity actually had to clean up a mess that her friends (different friends) made by ‘painting’ our nice cream colored brick with purple berries. She was not happy.) But that’s a whole different story…
Anyways, I find it quite disturbing that I am having to discuss ‘dating’ with my 7 year old. Granted, I have already had to have ‘the talk’ with my 9 year old because of some quite graphically horrifying questions posed to me, but to have the ‘You’re not dating…until you’re 18′ talk so soon? I have avoided ‘the talk’ with the 2 younger girls because I thought their biological mother may want to have that discussion, but I don’t think I can really put it off anymore. So, I’m praying that God will give me the right words, at the right time, and it not cause some huge drama down the line…wishful thinking.

Goin’ Buggy

Kylie had her Kindergarten program, “Goin‘ Buggy” last night…too cute. She played a bumblebee, had an apron, bumblebee bib, star antenna, and a ladle. Watching her on stage singing about bugs was, for lack of a better word…adorable. She danced around a bit and had some priceless facial expressions, especially during the ladybug song.

The play didn’t last long, which was probably good since Grayson was a bit of a loon. He kept wanting down, then didn’t really know how to handle the slant of the auditorium floor and wanted back up, then wanted back down again. Trinity also has this uncanny talent for making him screech like you’ve stabbed him or something, which happened about every 3 minutes or so. He was quite fascinated by the disco ball during the firefly song…much appreciated silence.
I heard Kara a few times, but she chose to sit with her mother…who remarkably decided to grace everyone with her appearance at one of her children’s activities. I believe this has only happened 3 or 4 other times in their lives.

After arriving home, we gathered some bugs (a mosquito, and some tiny ants) for Kylie to take to school to feed the baby chicks in their classroom. While killing some ants, I noticed what appeared to be a dead spider in the laundry room. I asked Greg to make sure it was dead, then put it in the bag with the other bug carcasses. Greg in his infinite wisdom, kicks the spider towards me rather than stepping on it, only to discover it wasn’t actually dead. It proceeded to jump down the floor vent and disappear into the darkness. When the girls had gone to bed, Greg and I were talking in the computer room when I casually put my hand on my knee, brushing something fuzzy with my pinkie. Looking down, I see a fuzzy caterpillar making its way up my leg. (I was wearing jeans, so I couldn’t feel it wiggling.) After doing the “Get it off, get it off” dance, we placed it (still alive) in the bag with the other bugs. Kylie was crazy excited about bringing it to school. (Not real sure if she realized she was condemning this creature to death.) For the rest of the night I felt creepy crawlies…non-existent of course.