Lets Hear It For the Girl!

AND THE AWARD GOES TO . . . .

Well, not her. She didn't even really study. Honestly, what do you people expect!

But she did get fourth. The first little girl got out when she spelled corn k - o - r - n. Corn with a K? You gotta feel sorry for her. Madison got out with the word discussion. She added a "t" to the "ion" for the "shun" sound.

I told her I was really impressed that she could get 4th place with one day of practice. She asked why. I said, "um, I don't know. You did so great today! Just think what you can do next year . . . you know . . . if you try."

Spelling Bee

**Telephone rings**

Hello.

Hi, Mrs. Malmgren, this is Madison’s teacher. As I am sure you know she placed in the class spelling bee today . . . .

The spelling bee?

Yes, she was in the top four so now she will be moving on to the grade spelling bee.

Wait, there was a spelling bee?

Yes . . . today. The grade spelling bee is tomorrow and I think she has a good chance of making it to the finals . . . .

So, there was a spelling bee . . . today? And she placed?

I take it you haven’t been practicing with her.

That would be correct.

Well they have had the words since December.

So if I were to practice with her tonight for the thing tomorrow, then she would have words for that, right?

Yes. She has those.

Okay great!

But I was calling because I wanted to know if you would come tomorrow, you know for moral support. But then she’s a pretty confident little girl she might not need you there like some of the other kids.

Apparently.

Snowday

We woke up to snow this morning. I first noticed it around 5am when I made a bottle for Davis. By 7:30 it was worse. Michael got in his car to find that it was no longer working. I don't really know much about cars so I'm just putting this out there, but perhaps the thing is cold. Our garage is still full of boxes that need to be unpacked. I know, it should be done by now, but I have been really busy taking care of kids and blogging. Anyway, I ended up taking Michael to work; he was ridiculously late. He has to conduct an interview at 5 today, so I suggested he ask the interviewee for a ride home. The funny things is, he thought I was joking.

After dropping Michael off at work I had to take Davis to the doctor for his check-up. We were late for that too, but they were understanding.

We are home now and I'm planning on staying here until it is time to pick the kids up from school. Besides, why would you want to go anywhere when you could stay home and smash Lucky Charms to bits with a sippy cup? Does life get more fun than that? I think not.

Beware Strange Neighbors

It wasn't long ago that I posted about how I don't like talking to people. I have been getting flack for it so I would like to elaborate. With me is really isn't an irrational fear, the fact is, I'm not good at talking to people. I usually end up sounding like a moron when I do.

During the Christmas break we got all sorts of goody plates from our new neighbors. We seem to have moved to a very friendly area and I have genuinely made a effort to be friendly myself. When one particular neighbor dropped off a selection of treats I asked her what size of shoe her granddaughter wore because Madison had an adorable pair of shoes that she had grown out of. She left and I went to go check the size on the shoes but found they were too small. Instead I grabbed a few other things Madison had grown out of to see if she would want any of them.

I worked the scenario out in my head before delivering the goods

1. She answers the door
2. I tell her the shoes are too small
3. I offer her the other clothes
4. She either accepts or rejects them
5. I go home

Feeling confident, I walked to her house, knocked on the door and, oh no . . . her husband answered. Crap. I was completely thrown for a loop. I had NO idea what to say. He didn't know about the shoes. How could I possibly start this conversation? Should I tell him his wife came over and I told her about the shoes? Does he even care about that? Oh crap, I needed to say something. Anything is better than standing on his front step freaking out.

I said nothing. Instead, I shoved the clothes in his general direction. He looked at me like I was a bit crazy but took the clothes. I think he mumbled some like, "uh . . . what?"

I brilliantly came up with "Madison grew out of those."

"uh okay"

"Well, maybe they'll fit your granddaughter?"

"Oh! Sure. Thanks."

"I'm sorry . . . I'm an idiot."

Yes. I'm AM an idiot. I actually apologized to him before leaving. THIS is why I do not like talking to people.

Cherry Chocolate Diet Dr Pepper

Why was I not informed of this?

I'm a little nervous about the whole thing actually. I'm dying to try it but not confident I'm going to like it.

I don't understand why they have to keep coming up with these odd combos, like the cherry vanilla, and didn't they have a berries and cream dr pepper? Why not just make cherry dr pepper, vanilla dr pepper, and lime dr pepper. Classic flavors that dr pepper fans are sure to love.

Sometimes less is more.

So So So Sad. . .

My husband surprised me today with a fantastic original painting. I love it. But I almost cried when I opened it and found it had taken a beating in the mail.


Close-up please


There were other dings and nicks and cracks, but this was the worst of it.

Don't you just love that painting? How sad is that?

Wicked Stiching

I think it was two years ago that Madison cut her big toe open on a carpet tack. Although it wasn't that horrible of a cut, it was in a bad place and kept reopening so she had to have three stitches. I was working at the time, so Michael had to take her and the two boys to the doctor by himself. I guess it's really hard to numb a toe and though they tried, it didn't work. It took several people to hold her down while they stitched. She was screaming so loud Kai was cowering in the corner with his hands over his ears. There was a little boy in the waiting room who also needed stitches, I imagine he was pretty freaked out by the time she was done. The doctor felt so bad that he carried Madison out to the car, apologizing the whole time. It was a very unpleasant experience for all involved.

Friday night I was working on the computer when I heard her screaming, "MY KNEE" over and over. She came running into the room. She had accidentally knelt down on a toy matchbox helicopter. She had a gash that was about an inch long and I was fairly certain she needed stitches. It was after hours, of course. My children wouldn't dream of injuring themselves during regular copay hours, it's not nearly as fun.

Needless to say, Madison did not want to have stitches again. As the nurse was applying a numbing cream to her cut I mentioned the toe incident and said she was scared shi . . . well, she was really scared (I had to edit myself I don't think nurses like it when you swear). She ended up getting the numbing cream and a couple of shots and didn't even cry once. Here she is $30 and 5 stitches later. Poor girl. Don't worry I told her to milk it.


My adorable, sweet, calm (ish), 7 year old has had stitches twice now and my adorable, but insane 5 year old hasn't had more than a really bad whack to the head. Okay, so he had 2 skull x-rays by the time he was 3, but both times he was totally fine! I am beginning to wonder if he really is a super hero.