We have funny kids. Actually that's not true, I don't think most kids are really that funny. At least not yet. We have silly kids that every once in a while say something that is funny but most often they say goofy stuff or repeat stuff they hear us say or say something a little wouldn't normally say. Mostly its not hilarious knock knock jokes and crazy dancing, i.e. Nonetheless, I laugh a lot.
Last night it was because of Griffin. We were saying our good nights and learning Judy Moody really can predict the future. Cooper was ready for bed so he hopped into his bed and I hear him, "Mom. I think something is wrong." Despite what I just said, I think you'd be surprised at his dead-panability.
I walked in to see his knees under his chin and him telling me he doesn't fit in his bed. There is no shortage of giggling behind me and I pull the covers back to see Griffin has short-sheeted Coopers bed.
I was then warned, "Watch out mom, April Fools Day is coming."
Oh my gosh, we made it! It is an amazing day today! Spring is officially here and I don't have time to waste. According to me, weather will now officially be warmer, more colorful, more full of life and no more cold because it is Spring! Happy 2nd best day of the year next to the first day of summer!
I went to UK. Much to the dismay of my pals there, I am not much of a college basketball fan. I absolutely was while I was a student there. (Those who know me will laugh at the use of the word "student" there.) I was part of the Student Athletic Committee and have the t-shirt to prove it. I was there during the Jamal Mashburn, Rick Pitino, Jeff Brassow, Richie Farmer, Christian Laettner stomping-the-chest stage and it is ridiculous that I remember those names and many more, Chris Harrison, Gimel Martinez, Andre Riddick, Henry Thomas, Dale Brown, Travis Ford, Tony Delk. In any case, this is the time of year that I watch the 3 basketball games a year that I watch and sillily try to pick who I think will win the whole thing. So if you want to join the hijinx, come on.
And a quick SPD note. Griffin set a trap to catch a leprechaun last night. The trap contained Sean's ring because it was shiny and would catch the leps attention. This morning, the ring was gone!!!! The leprechaun took the ring, left a note telling Griffin something about how leprechauns are too fast and can't be caught this year but maybe next year. He left some quarters and some clover plants for the kids. Griffin about had a heart attack and couldn't believe he missed the leprechaun. He was also was very nervous about the missing ring so he called his daddy and can you believe that when Sean got to work, his ring was sitting on his desk with a note and a St Patrick's Day cookie! Grif took the note to school and is sure that the noise he heard overnight was a door opening and a leprechaun tiptoeing through our house.
Then he tried to convince me he should be able to stay home from school and celebrate being Irish.
Sometimes I really think certain people in certain jobs should find themselves a different job in a different field so they don't have to trudge through the everydayness of life and be mad and jerkish to people. Every person is not created to do any job they want.
Last night I took all the littles and we went to a place where quiet is the norm, books abound and you don't have to pay for them, lots of glasses...I may or may not agree that this is the library, I don't know what kind of connections Lady 1 has. Griffin has a project to do on a famous American and he chose Neil Armstrong (Grif also thinks he can get Neil to accompany him to class the day of his presentation since Neil lives so close). So I figured he could do some research the old fashioned way instead of only on the Internet. This is the establishment that we go to at least once a week for 2 year old story time with Miss Cheryl who is wonderful and not to be confused with anyone in this story.
I will agree we probably overstayed our welcome and my kids were not behaving. I had three kids that wanted four different types of 'material' this 'place' offers. Two thirds of my people were doing puzzles at a table 4 feet away from me in the kids area (offering this type of area would lead one to believe there is some level of kid tolerance) and the third was looking for things on Neil. Griffin and I asked Lady 2 to help us find an audio recording of the first moon landing. Lady 2, "Oh sure, this is so great when kids your age use [this place] for school projects. I'd be happy to help you." At this point Cooper and Parker get a little surly and come looking for us in the aisle 13 feet away yet still in the kids area.
Enter Lady 1. "Children." (marker that she doesn't deal with them often - people don't really say that very often anymore) "Children, where is your mother?"
Then I hear the pitter patter of little feet and more like non pitter pattering of non little feet coming to find me.
Of course I tell them they are acting like maniacs and they need to sit down with the puzzles and (let's just call them books for the sake of ease) 'books'.
Lady 2 "Yes, ma'am, if they are 7 or under they need to be with you, by your side, at all times."
Me "OK thank you. We are trying to gather our 'books' and we'll be done. We are having a hard time finding some things that the computer says are on the 'shelves'.
Lady 2 "Ah well, that's because kids (pause and nod at my two) pull them and return them to the wrong places."
WOWZER. I was honestly left speechless which is probably good, we were already making a scene. I think there are times when speechlessness has saved me. I of course think of the best, wittiest, albeit scathing and sarcastic retorts the minute I am removed from a situation.
I really just wanted to ask her if she saw the kids playing tag or the girl doing cartwheels in the aisle or if she got forced into the family business and wished she could have been a dancer or if she accidentally signed up for the wrong classes at Baxter U. But I didn't, aloud.
Ever feel like life is passing you by? I remember when Griffin was a few months old I vowed to not wish away his babiness by saying, "I can't wait until he walks" or "It will be so much easier when he talks". I want to enjoy every step of the way with my kids and my husband and my life. I also remember a couple of years later after a raucous New Years Eve of trying to stay awake until Dick Clark proclaimed the new year that I would under no circumstances for that calendar year say, "Wow, I can't believe it is _____ already!" Time is going to pass whether I like its speed or not so those were wasted words for me. Eventually I quit thinking about the flying of time so much once I quit talking about it with every check out person at the WalMarts.
Time does go quickly and I don't think there is an antidote to that. I do think for me it has been the awareness of it. And I think there is something to be said for numbering our days and having heart changes because someone a whole lot smarter than me decided the amount of time I would get to spin on this planet (The third from the sun, see last Tuesday) so I figure I better enjoy it while I can.
All of this re-occurred to me after seeing Parker making her own peanut butter sandwich last night. Sigh. She is fast grower upper.
Seriously, what happened to the spell check? Because I don't even know if re-occurred is officially a word.