As we all know, or at least those of you who read my occasional blogging and those who actually know me in real life, The Biggest One is a bit of a klutz. I'm being nice there.
I say it a million times: I love her just the way she is. She is, though, very absent minded and ditsy at times. She is very intelligent, just ditsy. It really does work that way, I swear.
Last night, she managed another of her special moments, but one of the kind where she gets hurt. We now live in a split level ranch home. There are four stairs that go up to the bedroom area of our home. I was up in that hall way with The Littlest One, and I told The Biggest One, for what had to be the 10th time, to get ready for bed. She turned and started to walk down the stairs. The next thing I know, there is a massive thud, and she is sitting at the bottom. I did the momentary freak out while trying not to let them know I was freaking out thing. I ask if she was ok. She was startled and a little scared, but seemed to be mostly ok. I ask her what happened.
She said she didn't see the bottom stair. She just missed it. Just like that. Oops. Didn't realize there were four there. That kind of thing. So, she crash landed at the bottom.
These things happen with her. They do. The problem is that she hurts herself sometime. This time, she landed on her wrist. It hurt. It didn't swell. It didn't seem to be too painful, just painful when she used it. I told her to go to bed and it should be fine in the morning. Also, please bear in mind that this kid is a total wimp and over exaggerates any injury to the millionth degree. Seriously.
So, this morning, her wrist still hurt sometimes. Again, only when she used it, etc, and mostly when people were around.
Now, don't get me wrong, if it turns out she has some kind of tiny hair line fracture, I'll feel terrible, but I really think she is ok. She didn't want to use her wrist, though. She wants to be careful, swearing that it hurts.
So, I had no choice but to write her teacher a letter.
The moment I started writing "Last night, she fell down the stairs" it hit me.
This kid is going to get me thrown in jail one day. As much as she falls down, misses stairs, etc, you would think I beat her. She, though, beats herself up.
I groaned. I wasn't sure how to write the letter to make it sound least like an "I beat my child" letter. While it certainly isn't true, I don't want anyone to think that, and this teacher, since this is only the second week of school and she is new here, doesn't know us well enough yet to know, this is just The Biggest One.
More than likely, she will ask what happened, at which time The Biggest One will get to tell this very dramatic tale about falling down a whole flight of stairs, and how she lay there, not sure if she should move, if she might have had a broken spine from the fall, and on and on. Then, hopefully her teacher will get it. The drama is all there. That's just who she is, and again, I love her just the way she is, dramatic jazz hands, missed stair injuries, and all.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
As we all know, or at least those of you who read my occasional blogging and those who actually know me in real life, The Biggest One is a bit of a klutz. I'm being nice there.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
You know, I hate to say it, but the Boy Scouts just keep breaking my heart.
I love Scouting. I really, really do. I see all the good it can do in a child's life, and I believe in that good. I want to see that good.
It's hard, though, when the organization that is supposed to do all that good keeps doing things that make me sad.
The Boy Scouts have banned obese kids from their Jamboree this year. This makes me very sad.
I love Girl Scouts. I realize that no organization is perfect, it isn't possible, but Girl Scouts does so many things right. My girls love it. The Biggest One just came back from a week at camp, and she has decided that she wants to get her Gold Award, stay in scouts until she graduates from High School, and then work at the camp during the summer as her job when she isn't in school. She loves it that much.
So, I looked at her, and told her, very basically, about what the Boy Scouts just did. I didn't tell her who had done it. I ask her if the Girl Scouts did this, how would she feel. She immediately started to tear up. Her heart broke. She said it was incredibly mean to leave people out like that.
I let her know that Girl Scouts didn't really do that, but Boy Scouts did. We talked about it. The Biggest One thought that was a horrible thing to do. The Boy Scouts think that their new rule will be a motivational, and make the kids want to lose weight to go. So, I ask her, would she be willing to work harder to go to camp, if there was a rule like this that would affect her, mind you she isn't obese at all. She said it would make her not want to go to camp all together. She wouldn't even want to be a part of it. This, from the same child who just told me her goal was to be a part of that same camp forever.
See, Boy Scouts, you did it all wrong. How about letting the fat kids come, and then trying to get them to be healthy there. Did you also ban obese Scout Masters? I mean, if you want to set a good example, how about starting there?
The Boy Scouts don't really have a good history with banning people. Perhaps they should have thought about how a ban on anyone worked out for them in the past, and considered the fact that bans on segments of your population tend to divide and not bring people together in a positive way.
Right now, I am doubly thankful for fact that I don't have to deal with all of this. Girl Scouts wants to bring us together, not tear us apart, and I love them for that.
I sincerely hope that The Boy Scouts get things figured out quickly. Like I said, I love scouting. I love what it has the potential to do, and i would love to see that potential be brought back in all its glory with The Boy Scouts.
Monday, July 15, 2013
A while back I posted about Netflix totally screwing over their customers and giving up on a hole bunch of content. I was upset, and rightly so.
We had considered going to red box streaming, but hadn't figured out how just yet with the limited devices they have.
Then, it hit me, why not check out Amazon streaming? I mean, I knew they had it, I had just never paid attention to it before.
I should have been looking there all along.
We have an Amazon.com prime account, something I highly recommend. It absolutely pays for itself in our house. Now, I find out that streaming comes with it. You can watch a ton of things for free, or, if you want, you can even rent, or buy the new stuff before it is available for free. How awesome is that? We don't even have to go get movies from Redbox anymore! We can rent them right from Amazon!!
I say a big Woot, woot to that!
The kicker for me, though, is that the moment Netflix let their contract for all those Nickelodeon shows expire, Amazon picked them up. That means Dora on tap again!! Yeah!! And there was much rejoicing as the sounds of angels, or The Fiesta Trio, filled the air. Seriously. We already pay for prime. So this was incredible added value for us!!
On top of that, Amazon is constantly adding current content to it's streaming, an area where Netflix lags seriously behind. Already, My Husband and I have found a new show we love to watch together on those rare nights we actually get to sit down and watch TV. Something we would have missed out on with Netflix.
The ONLY down fall to Amazon's streaming thus far is that I can't get it on my phone yet. Sometimes, if we are desperate, The Girls have watched netflix on either of our phones or on the Kindle. Amazon won't stream to our phones, though I can stream, with a wireless connection, on the Kindle. I just don't happen to have one of those everywhere I go. I do have one on my phone. Other than that, I have to say that Amazon has made me one seriously happy consumer. Thrilled, actually. I'm so over companies that think they can do anything they want to consumers, and we will just take it. Don't let them. Seek alternatives. In this case, come join me at Amazon! Its totally worth it!
P.S. In case anyone wonders, I am not paid in any way for my opinions here, I give them freely and liberally.
Friday, July 5, 2013
There are certain things, or people in this world that can easily move me to tears. My mom is one of those people. Without a doubt, I love my mom more than I could possible truly express in words, either written or spoken. She has done more for me than so many would ever be willing to do. She has given so much, and I don't mean things of monetary value, but things that are worth far, far more.
So, when something upsets my mother, I take note.
The other day, we were discussing the great Paula Deen witch hunt going on. I do believe it is a witch hunt. For whatever reason, people just want to take her down. I'm not saying she is perfect, but I believe that reactions should be appropriate, and not outlandish. It is, of course, one of those things that make you shake your head, but rarely do they have you truly emotionally upset, unless you are personally involved.
My mother, it seems, does take it very personally.
As we were discussing it, she became very upset. Her words were almost shocking to me. I had no idea how much she really likes Paula Deen. Paula Deen means a lot to my mom in ways that I never understood.
Several years ago, my mom found out she had breast cancer. It was bad. She waited, though, until after I had given birth to her first grand child to allow any treatment to begin. She wouldn't even tell us what was going on. She, knowing that we had problems during the pregnancy, didn't want to take any chances of upsetting me. So, three days after her first grandchild was born, she had a partial mastectomy. After that, she started radiation and then Chemotherapy. She did radiation for a few months, but years of chemo. First a long bought of IV chemo, then pill form for years afterward. It was a tough battle, but one that she has been victorious in so far. She is a survivor.
It was also during that time that Paula Deen really came up in the TV world. She was on TV all the time. My mom, who works for herself in a very small business, hadn't ever had the time to sit down and watch much TV, until then. She loved Paula on TV. Paula was joyous and happy when mom was struggling to keep that herself. She made great food, and my mom is a recipe addict. She was uplifting to my mom in a time when she desperately needed that, just by doing what she wanted to do and being herself. Paula Deen every day gave my mom something to look forward to when she wasn't allowed to leave the house, see her friends and family, or even go to church because her immune system had just bottomed out.
Paula Deen became a sort of friend to my mom, just through the magic of television.
Now, people have taken something that Paula Deen did years ago and blown it up beyond belief. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone. As Paula herself tried to say, and to paraphrase the Bible, let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
She apologized. She says she has mended her ways.
My mom says that as long as she meant it, then she should be forgiven. That is good enough for God and if it is good enough for God, it should be good enough for all of us.
My mom believes in Paula Deen, and I believe in my mom.
So, to Paula Deen, I want to say thank you. From the bottom of my heart, Thank you for being there for my mom. Thank you for giving her joy in the hardest time of her life. I appreciate you now so much. Just like my mom, you may never know how many people's lives you have touch in ways that you will never know about. I'm glad you were there, though.
I hope you keep having your cooking classes. I would love to be able to send my mom one of these days. She would love it.
I really hope you decide to self publish that cooking book that was supposed to come out. This is one I would buy two copies of, one for mom and one for me.
I hope you come back, better than ever, so that you can be a great, smiling face that the world needs.
Keep your head held high, and please keep on being you.
And most importantly, thanks again, for all those smiles and laughs you gave my mom.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
(Alternative post title: "Don't ever go to CafeMom for support")
I'm not sure how else to say this, but how dare you? How dare you be such a judgmental bunch of hateful people?
Of course, I'm not speaking to everyone out there in the whole wide world. I'm speaking directly to those ass wholes (yes I said it) women out there who insist on tearing each other down for no good reason.
This is what I'm talking about.
Now, let me tell you, we all have tough days. There are many days where I have cried into my pillow at night. There are many times that I have hated how hard things are sometimes as a parent, but never would I lash out at someone for feeling like that.
What I would do is give this mom a big hug. Maybe suggest a mom's group which can make a world of difference in your mindset. Having other mom's tell you its ok and that we have all been there is something we all need to here from time to time. I might tell her to go see someone, too. I mean, parenting is hard, and sometimes we can all use a little help.
However, these bitchy moms think what they need is to tear this mom down. What they need is a good smack of reality. Words hurt. A lot. When you are reaching out for help, they cut like a knife.
These horrible women have wounded a kindred spirit for no good reason other than spite.
To all of you judgement people like that, I hope you never have a bad day. I hope you never have a day when you need to complain about how awful moments in parenting can be. When you do have one, I hope you remember how hurtful you were. I'm sure you are far too self absorbed to realize any of that, though. So, even though you have done something terrible, i really hope that when you do have a bad day, because we all do, that someone shows you more kindness and mercy than you showed. The cycle has to stop.
We teach our kids not to bully, and now it's time that the mommy circle learns the same thing.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
I'm going to give you all a little piece of unsolicited advice. You may do with it what you will, but if you choose to print this out and cram it somewhere, I don't need to know about it.
However, when it comes to membership in a organization I am part of, they just won't fly.
I may not sound like people do here, or act or think like them. I may be open to change and multiculturalism, but that doesn't mean I don't know anything about here, too. I've lived more, experience more, and been through more than many people.
Do not assume you know me.
I get that a lot of crazy things happen in California. People out there want to ban Oreos, and that stands as evidence enough of some of the goofy things that happen, but goofy things happen everywhere. Like people flipping out about bar codes. It just so happens, though, that people in CA wouldn't be afraid of bar codes. They are much more open to people of different cultures and experiences, because everyone in CA is from a different culture or experience.
So, if you want to call me that mom from CA, go ahead. I may have been born and raised in East TN, but if being open minded and forward thinking equals being from CA, I'll take it in a heart beat.
In the mean time, if you want to know what I think, how I feel, or about my experience in life, ask. I'll be glad to tell you. All the while trying to plan my escape back to California, land of people who embrace bar codes.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
I think Netflix has it out for me.
Actually, I feel like they want to see how far they can push their customer base repeatedly until they no longer have one. They seem to love pissing off the masses.
Today, they succeeded with me.
A while back, when they switched all heir pricing plans, and lost tons of customers, people were pissed. They decided that streaming and DVDs would be separate services, and cost much more individually than they had together. OK. Fine. We didn't stream. It totally sucked to lose that value, though.
THen, a few months ago, we were actually able to get a free trial of the streaming, and come to find out, we loved it. They had all kinds of things my kids both would watch, and were actually allowed to. In addition, they had Dora the Explorer on tap, and let me assure you, if you have ever parented a young toddler, Dora and Diego can be your best friends when you are at your wits end. So, needless to day, we stuck with it.
I don't even bother turning on the Cable box about half the time anymore. We just pull up Netflix, and turn it on Dora int he morning while I fix breakfast so that The Littlest One can get her fix, and I can actually get breakfast fixed.
We have loved it. I have felt the service was well worth the extra money for streaming.
We did consider the new RedBox streaming service that is currently in Beta. It is cheaper than Netflix. You also get Redbox rentals which means current movies. That meant there was way more value there since we pay separately for actual DVDs from Netflix. However, RedBox doesn't have the Nickelodeon shows we love. So, we stuck to Netflix even though there was a cost difference.
Then, today, they lay the whammy down. No more Nick tunes.
Netflix decided not to renew a TON of stuff for their streaming.
My baby is devastated.
I am devastated.
No more Dora while I fix dinner.
No more Dora when I am about ot pull out my hair.
Now, I have to get out the DVDs, turn on the DVD player..etc, etc, etc. HASSLE.
I feel like they took back that little piece of sanity I had been paying them for.
So, I think I'm done.
With the whole thing.
They are now only slightly better than RedBox streaming, and only because of the ease of the devices. Redbox is still in it's infancy, and hasn't caught up to all the things Netflix can use. That's ok. I will make it work while they keep adding devices.
Now, I will get to choose Redbox movies a couple of times a month, instead of constantly missing the mail lady and never returning my Netflix movies when I want to.
Yes, I see a major switch happening, and I hope lots of people follow.
Netflix has consistently shown that they don't care about their customers, because they were the only real game in town.
Red Box, get ready for some new subscriptions. I'm starting my free trial ASAP.