A month, really?

I am such a slacker when it comes to this blog. I don't know why. I wish I could just type everyday about something. But I can't. Facebook consumes too much of my time. That and trying to beat Becky on who can get the furthest on a Webkinz game (yes, I know how old I am).

So let's pick up where we left off. Kam started first grade in August. She loves it. I have to admit, I was a little worried when we started to get her back into the swing of "homework" before school started, but she has seemed to pick right back up where she left off. They have their first spelling quiz on Friday and I am fairly sure she will get a 100% on it.

Work has been work. I officially started my new position this past Saturday (Monday actually was the first working day but Saturday started the week for Payroll). So far, no different. However, today really tested my patience. This lady in my unit (mind you, there are 6 of us and one of us is on Short Term - and it's not me unfortunately) told me (in the politest way possible, for real) that I had mistakenly changed something and it caused a problem in Finance and Billing. So of course, I am worried sick about it all day long until I start really trying to find out what I did when. Turns out.....wasn't me. IT WAS HER!!! The nerve of her!!!!! So I just had to keep my distance from her for the remainder of the day. ARGH!

I get to see Joe and Tim in just 9 short days. I can't wait just to kick back and relax with them. I really need a break from reality (and I know they do too).

I managed to finish the hall (painting only...no floor - still looking for funding ideas for that portion of the project). Kitchen....not so much. I still need another coat of paint in spots. It's tolerable right now. Erik removed the center part of the carpet, so it looks a little weird right now. Oh well....I can live with it.

Kam started soccer last Saturday. It is the cutest thing ever. Her team is called the Cobras. They have a half hour practice every Saturday followed by a half hour game until November then take a break until the Spring. Her first game.....she scored a goal!!! I barely got it on tape but I did just enough to get the idea she kicked and scored. This week I will be better at filming, I swear. And I still cringe when people say I am a Soccer Mom...puhlease.

Until next time, here is Kam in her soccer gear. Notice the pink and black Adidas shoes. I so want a pair for myself.

Konversations with Kam

Kam: I know what's after 8:50.
Me: Oh yeah?
Kam: Yeah 9 o'clock is the new 10.
Me: 9 o'clock is the new 10?
Kam: staaaaaaaaaaahp iiiiiit.
Me (all confused about WTF just happened for me to get yelled at).

I'm still wondering...is that like pink is the new black? 30 is the new 20?

Wii

I have to pat myself on the back for this one. The best purchase we have made in the past month was definitely the Wii. It is fun. I highly recommend it. Go get one (if you can - I know it took 2 PA residents and 1 CA resident to track one down on a Sunday night here in Pittsburgh).

Kam - she is a lover of all things video games. For sure our child. Everyday since we bought the thing, she asks, Can we play the Wii? To which the answer is usually yes, but after 30 days of Wii ownership, it gets a tad on the old side to hear the same question everyday.

Just to give you an idea of what its like to watch Kam play the Wii...imagine if you will...Elaine Bennis' dancing from Seinfeld meets Bruce Lee. The girl already has the metabolism of a gnat, and I can guarantee she burns anywhere from 1500 to 2000 calories playing in one half hour alone.


I will take a video sometime and upload it to here.

Good indication SOMEONE watches too much TV

Out of no where....

Kam: You should really get Debbie Meyer Green Bags"
Me: Huh?
Kam: Debbie Meyer Green Bags. There's over 14 sold.
Me: Is that so?
Kam: Yeah, they keep your produce fresh.

From the mouths of babes

Imagine a conversation between Erik and Kamryn. Went a little something like this:

"Kam, tell Mommy what you told me this morning"

"No, I am embarrassed"

"Come on, just tell her"

**several moments of bickering back and forth

"Just tell her"

"OK - I said to Daddy that his boobies were smaller then yours"

"Barely", I said. "When did you see his?"

"Today when he was putting on his belt"

Seriously....not even a minute

While I have tried to teach Kam to knock on the bathroom door if is closed and she knows someone is in there, sometimes I wish I would have taught her to just WAIT until said person comes out of the bathroom.

Picture this if you will:

Me, fresh out of the shower (OK OK so it's not really something you want to picture, but stick with me here). I am applying my very S-M-All container of philosophy's Hope In a Jar (and yes people, it really is just as it's name implies....I would pay hundred's of bucks for this stuff - which gets me thinking, what is in there....crack I am thinking...and I'm thinking philosophy puts all sorts of highly addictive narcotics in all of their products because I am addicted). Now - pause for a minute as I need to regroup and figure out where I was going with this.

Ah yes, me, lotion....and here we go....there is a knock on the bathroom door.
Me: "yes?"
Kam: "mommy, can I have your autograph?"

I open the door and there she is with a wire bound journal and a marker that is to be used strictly for her Cranium puzzle because it is one of those wipe off ones. Of course, my initial thought is "uh huh, you want it because you want to start learning how to forge it for your high school years, right?". Instead, I say (which I am pretty sure sounded like YELLED) "What are you doing with this marker? This is only for your Cranium puzzle. You have like a bagillion other markers you can use"

"nuh uh", she replies. Really??? I didn't, I mean Santa didn't just bring you over 100 markers for Christmas?

Obviously, it took me 5 minutes to realize I was NOT going to win an argument with a 5 year old over the quantity of markers she has, because, clearly, I am insane and she knows all.

I sign her book:

Mommy

She says, "you forgot your last name." I said, "I don't have a last name when my first name is Mommy." And sometimes I wonder where she gets her smart ass comments from.

Seriously...you thought this through???

Not only was I greeted with Mother Nature's latest "eff you" on Friday, a mother of one of the kids in Kam's class decided to send home an invitation to a birthday party. Normally, I am all for it. However, after the last one, I wanted to retrieve the invite before Kam had a chance to see it.

And just for the record, the last one was a swim party at the Connelly Inn on Route 30 - not good for several reasons - 1. On Valentines's day. Not that we had any fabulous plans or anything but come on - it was on a Thursday for Pete's Sake. 2. Kam is NOT a swimmer. She thinks swimming is being able to stand in the water with it up to her neck. Uh no....not even close. I needed a supply of ant-anxiety pills that night. Oh dear lord.

Not so lucky with this one. This invite was for a sleep over at a HOTEL. Yes, a HOTEL. Really? You couldn't have a sleep over at your house? Really? So now I am left with the daunting task of breaking it gently to Kam about how she won't be going because Mommy has no trust in people she doesn't know.

A quick conference with Grammo gave me the idea to have a friend over for Kam and go see Horton Hears A Who that day. Sweet idea Mom! Have you raised kids before? What? You have? Impossible!

So when I got to work today, straight to the email I went and sent a nice note to one of Kam's classmates mom who works at Highmark with me. In a nutshell - I wanted to know if I was the only sane parent that was not letting her child go to this Hotel Sleep Over.

Phone rings....hooray! She too is not letting her daughter go and she thinks it is a WONDERFUL (I will try not to pat myself on the back and break my arm) idea. I tell I her I will contact her later with details as we get closer. Oh joy - I cannot wait to tell Kam. She will be super excited. And I was right. She was tickled pink.

So what would you do? Would you let your kid go to a sleep over for a classmate in a hotel? Mind you, there were no additional details with the invite - just "we will tell you the room number when you RSVP". My bad - but I don't think 6 year olds need to be in a hotel for a sleep over.

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Poor child is destined for a life of eyebrow waxing and Chapstick.