Easter 2010

Wyatt: "I think he's coming tonight!"

Me: "The Easter Bunny?"

Wyatt: "Yes!"

Me: "I dont know... have you been good?"

Wyatt: "Have I?"

Me: "I don't know, have you?"

Wyatt: "Well... besides a few minor outbursts, yea."

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Easter was good. The kids each received scooters. They thought it was pretty awesome. We visited a new church. They both had their own learning rooms while I was in service. Emma loved it, Wyatt hated it. I think because church service ran 2 hours long! Yikes... wasn't even a Catholic service! But it was a very cool church. Its sanctuary was like a freaking theater, the first part was like this Christian Rock concert... I've never ever been to a church where people clapped after performances! It was a pretty awesome experience.

Lunch at grandpas house then by the time we got home the kids were pooped.

It was a good day... would have only been better if Daddy was home.

Body Modification

Every few years or so I get the itch for body modification. Be it piercing, tattoos etc.

The force is strong these days. I will eventually cave. Its been 4 years since I've had something pierced. Far too long I say.

Im thinking this. Ladies and Gentlemen... The Marilyn

Potty Time!!

M has been flirting with the potty for a week now. She sort of just sat there and camped out a while. I let her, because well, its not hurting anything and I figure the longer shes on there the greater the chance of her having to actually pee.
It all panned out yesterday.

She was sitting on the potty forever when I came in and told her to get up its time to go. With that we hear "tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!" She whips her head around to stare at her nether-regions and this foreign liquid emanating from said region. We both gasped. And she looks up at me with a look that can only be described as a light bulb going off. "Ooooh! THAT'S what you wanted me to do while I sat here unravelling the toilet paper roll!?" She was so stinkin excited and proud. Since yesterday morning she has went 4 more times.

Never in my life would I thought I'd be so damned proud of someone peeing in a toilet!

Tonights Dinner - "Public Enemy No.1"

I cooked Kings Squares for the first time today. Made it using taco seasoning.

Wyatt: "Never cook Kings Squares again. Its the enemy of your mouth!"

Wyatt: "What is a number higher than 100?"
Me: "101,102,103,104,105,106,107,108,109,110?"
Wyatt: (shakes his head slowly) "I will never understand you for a 110 years."

Soup

We are in the grocery store when Wyatt asks me:

Wyatt: "Mom, do you want to make cannibal soup?"

Me: "What?!"

Wyatt: "Cannibal Soup! Ya hungry for it?"

Me: "Whaaat?!"

Wyatt: "ya know, it tastes like chicken?"

Me: "Whaaaaaat?!"

Wyatt: (Pointing to a can of Campbells) " This one!"

Me: "ooooh. No thanks, somehow Im not hungry for it right now."

Sock Hop

Me: "Hey Wyatt! You know you have a Sock Hop at school tomorrow?"

Wyatt: "Yea! I would like to go to that."

Me: "Do you know what a sock hop is?"

Wyatt: "Yes. Its when you hop around in your socks only."

Dying

Wyatt has been tip toeing around death. Questions, I mean. It started a few days ago with a few general questions here and there. No biggie. Excepting for the fact that Im VERY uncomfortable with death as well as talks involving heaven etc etc. Its unfamiliar ground, if you will.
Tonight before bed we had this conversation :

Wyatt: "Do parents die before kids?"

Me: (ok, so my mind is racing, do I say yes? or do I say sometimes?) "Parents dont usually die until they are very very old. Then they go to heaven to be with God."

Wyatt: "But you said you stopped growing"

Me: (I told him yesterday that Im all done growing and I wont get any taller) "Yes, Im done getting taller, but everyday I get a little older. Everyone does. Everyday people get older."

Wyatt: "Am I going to die? I dont want to die!!"

Me: (Careful mom) "Not until you are very very very old"

Wyatt: "Are you going to die?"

Me: (DANGER, DANGER!) "Not until you are a very old man with a wife and kids of your own."

Wyatt: "Whens my birthday?"

Me: (OH THANK GOD! We have moved on from this conversation)
"In a little under a year"

Wyatt: "THATS WHEN IM GONNA DIE?!"

Me: (SHIT!) "No! Good gravy Wyatt!"

Wyatt: "I dont want you to send me away to heaven!"

Me: (Well played mom, well played) "Where do you want to go!?"

Wyatt: "I just want to stay in the house!"

Me: (Kind of wish the floor would just swallow me) God Wyatt! *kiss, kiss* You are not going to die, Im not going to die, we are all going to get old and be happy, go to sleep, dream of a playground or a swingset or a freakin' swimming pool!"

I swear next time Im lying. "We are going to live forever." I think I made it worse.
Yikes. Is all I can say. I seriously would rather have a conversations about penises and vagina's, and proper condom usage than have another discussion about death.

Mmmm ahhh

Emma dumped out 2 whole bottles of shampoo and conditioner onto the bathroom floor. Was a bitch to clean up but on the plus side, this joint smells like cherry almond now.

Well!

The visit with dad went well.
Wyatt and I had all these big ideas of places we wanted to go with dad but they were quickly abandoned after he got here. I think we all just wanted to hang around at home and be with each other. (Cant really do that at Betty Brinns!)
It was a great visit and I think it may have done Wyatt some good. Now he knows that dad will come visit and his being gone is only temporary.
When Randy got in the car from the airport Emmas face lit up and it was ll "Daddy! Daddy! I looove yoooou!"
THEN.......
(HOURS after he got home) It was sweet to hear Wyatt whisper to dad, "Im happy you're home daddy, I missed you"

Visit from Daddy

Randy will be coming home for a visit tomorrow night. He'll be here until Sunday night.
Im very excited to see him of course and Emma will be over the moon, but Wyatt is a bit more cautious than that. He's hyper-aware that dad is only going to be here for 2 days. And he prefers that "dad stays here forever" Im getting the feeling that dads quick trip home is just going to cause a huge ripple in Wyatts behavior after he leaves Sunday.
As it is Wyatt finally had an emotional enema over Randy's being gone. The other day he had some tears and some yelling over the whole shit and shaboodle. This kid is not a happy camper. And I haven't a clue how to deal with it. Im doing the best I can, saying the things I think need to be said but I have this horrible feeling that this Randy here then gone crap is going to be character building towards the negative. Ya know ? His behavior hasn't been good at school since Randy left. Am I being too "granola mom" by blaming it on the trauma of Randy being gone so long ? Would I feel better if I could say that this spurt of crap behavior is normal 6 year old boy stuff and it will be gone as quick as it came? You betcha.

The things they say

Emma heard some geese outside the other day, we went to investigate. She saw them all up in the air, then promptly headed back for the door, yelling, "No!! Don't poop on me!" Interesting... when she chooses to finally belt out a sentence... THATS what she comes out with.

Wyatt has informed me that the reason our house isnt selling is because of the painting above the fireplace. Apparently he thinks its "gauche"

My little Man

Happy Birthday to Wyatt. Turned 6 years old on the 5th of February. (Yes I've been THAT busy where its taken me this long to write about it)

He got a bike :)

We celebrated his birthday twice. Once while daddy was still here and then again on his real birthday. I honestly believe I was just trying to overcompensate because I feel guilty that Randy will be gone until June and wasn't here on his birthday.

So. We had a "Mario Kart Cake" complete with Lego retaining wall. And the "Green Smiley Cake" To each his own I say. He loved them and had a big hand in making both.

Hard to believe he's 6 and will be in first grade next fall. Its so cliche to say that it goes by fast, but by God does it ever.

Wyatt,

At this age you have an astoundingly profound understanding of the world around you. You see things in your world that most folks are too busy to see or bother to understand. Its refreshing to see things out of your eyes.

You continue to entertain us all with your quips and humor. I have a whole journal dedicated to your Wyattisms.

You are not a naughty child. In fact, you skirt around naughty like no other. I tell everyone to imagine naughty as a ball. Now, instead of kicking that ball, you just sort of brush it with your toe. For example: You were mad and crumbled something all over the table. When I told you to clean it you told me calmly "I will not. Not ever. I will not clean that up." I grabbed for your Lego car and said, (Like the mature adult in the situation I am) "Clean that up, or I'll smash this car." You looked at me calmly and said "That's ok, I have the instructions." There, right there, you took all my power away. You disarmed me. That is your brand of naughty. Its truly entertaining and patronizing all at the same time.

You're a very charming child. I hope you never lose your unique character. In your words and as you always tell me, "You're a rockstar. You'll always be a rockstar. And you'll always be beautiful."

Hello 2010!

Christmas was awesome here. The kids had a blast. Wyatt and Emma were sweet and well behaved. (for the most part) Wyatt told us that "All his dreams came true." Can't ask for better than that.

(Christmas Eve Party)

(Christmas Morning)

(Annual New Years Eve Silly String and Confetti Party)

Randy has been off since the end of December and is going to stay home with us till he leaves the end of June. Did I forget to mention ? Randy is getting whisked away to sunny San Diego for 5 months for training then from there goes right to Norfolk, VA. He wont be back home in between. Me and the kids will be staying here in freezing cold Wisconsin. Ack. This is going to be a huge adjustment to the kids. Everyday I wonder if this Daddy Leaving lifestyle crap with damage our kids in some way. I feel like I'm not equipped to handle their emotions for it. I don't know how to make them feel better about it, because I don't even know how to make me feel better about it. Its going to be a bumpy year for us. God I hope we are making the right choice. The economy sucks... people are losing their jobs... I get that. But me and the children will not see Randy more than 7 months in the next year and a half. That sucks in so many ways.

Anyway... onto more pleasant things. Here are the kids with their new crayon books. Made by Beth over at http://www.etsy.com/shop/weepereas

Wyatt is a wise little man. Emma is a little smart ass. I love it. Shes talking a lot more lately. She is such a feisty spitfire. Wyatt is maturing way to fast for my liking. So analytical and literal. He is a very smart little guy.

(Emma in the 1st snow of the season)

(Wyatt at the Home Depot Calendar Workshop)

Ok. As far as my kids go. These videos rock. Emma's is... well... so freakin Emma. No one pouts like that child. The second is Wyatt. He NEVER sings. I mean NEVER. Ever. ever. So this was amazing to hear. A true choral delight.

My Dad

Thanks so much for this. Best Christmas present ever.