WOW, LOOK AT YOUR BALLS!!!

So, I just bought a new purse the other day, which the kids had not yet seen (or approved, apparently), and this morning while I was changing them out, Saia comes into the room and says excitedly, "Mama!! I really like your purse!"

"Why, thank you, Saia. I like it, too," I reply.

"WOW, MAMA!!!" as she picks it up and walks over to the mirror, "I LIKE YOUR BIG BALLS!!!"

"Wha?!?!" I spin around with my mouth hanging open. [Please refer to picture above... and stop laughing!]

"CHAGO!!!! COME LOOK AT MAMA'S BIG BALLS!!!!"

[Oh, alright, go ahead then.]

PLAYING WITH MY SOFTWARE

There were never this young

Here, Saia. Smell this.

TEACHER IRRITATION WEEK

Now, don't get me wrong. I think I appreciate teachers more than most people, but what I don't really appreciate is being forced (even coerced) into appreciating them.

And I'm the first person to agree that secondary school teachers (especially) are underpaid, underappreciated, and overworked. And I can absolutely remember a handful of teachers (in high school, junior high, and elementary) that had a significant impact on my life.

But my kids are 3 years old. Three. And they've only been in this class for a little over a month.

They're always very gracious (with a little prodding, of course). We always say 'good morning'. We say 'thank you' to whomever is watching them when I pick them up each afternoon. We buy birthday presents, Christmas, Valentine's, and even Easter gifts. And we already donated to the parents' pool to buy gifts for the Teacher Appreciation Luncheon (which I'm also volunteering to help set up).

Now, I'm certainly not saying that teachers don't deserve their fair share, but just as mothers get a Mother's Day and fathers get a Father's Day, teachers do get a National Teacher's Day (May 9th), but how this turned into a week-long event replete with wish lists and designated gift days (i.e., Monday is Bring Your Teacher a Fruit Day - Teacher Rhonda likes apples; Tuesday is Bring Your Teacher a Flower Day - Teacher Monica likes sunfowers; etc.), this I just don't fully understand.

Rather than making me more appreciative of the work they do, I'm becoming more and more irritated by the moment. And it's not like they just have ONE teacher to give gifts to either. No, their classes are double-stacked, so they have two teachers. And, of course, the Director and Assistant Director are on the gift list, too, which is also printed in big bold black and white lettering in the monthly newsletter, and, hell, don't you KNOW you don't want to piss either of them off! So now I feel like I'm just being blackmailed at this point. Fearing that my children might be treated just a little less fairly or maybe subconsciously deprived of some tiny extra amount of attention simply because we did the insufferable and brought Dora the Explorer instead of butterfly stickers on Bring Your Teacher Some Stickers Day.

So, backed into a corner, we're frantically and frustratingly trying to incorporate this over-gratuitous event into our routine. Well, I am, anyway. The kids are loving it.

"What are we giving to Teacher Diane today?" [Ugh. My skin starts to crawl!]

Well...let me tell you...

Tomorrow is Bring Your Teacher a Surprise Day, and I've got half a mind to just regift one of the bezillion gajillion sheets of recycled paper (literally, paper the school has used for administrative stuff, flipped over for the kids to write on) with a random jaggedly pre-cut corner of a Reader's Digest page or a single broken macaroni shell glued to the center that they've so conscientiously sent home.

(And yes, of course I love my kids' artwork. But. Come. On! You can soooo tell the days they were just trying to make the time fly by and not really teaching my children anything.)

Anyway...I guess I'm just a little pissy today as we slide into Day 2 of this debacle. Yes, I'm glad my kids have a safe place to play and grow. Yes, I'm grateful they have teachers who at least attempt to say their names correctly (once in a while) and make two mother's day cards instead of just one. And, yes, I'm glad my kids are happy there -- for the most part -- when they aren't bored out of their minds. But, you know what, NO, I just don't appreciate the manipulation. I really do get enough of that from my kids! AND HAVE I MENTIONED THAT THEY'RE ONLY THREE!!!

FELIZ DIA DE LA MADRES!!!

I know this one has been circulating for a while, but I'm so learning and re-learning #25 these days, that it just seemed appropriate to put it out there one more time for all you mothers (and I mean that in the very best way) on your very special day ('cause the rest of the 364 days begin again on Monday!)

THE THINGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE: "If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2. My mother taught me RELIGION: "You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL: "If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. My mother taught me LOGIC: " Because I said so, that's why."
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC: "If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT: "Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
7. My mother taught me IRONY: "Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS: "Shut your mouth and eat your supper."
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM: "Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA: "You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER: "This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY: "If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE: "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION: "Stop acting like your brother!"
15. My mother taught me about ENVY: "There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION: "Just wait until we get home."
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING: "You are going to get it when you get home!"
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE: "If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way."
19. My mother taught me ESP: "Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. My mother taught me HUMOR: "When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT: "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. My mother taught me GENETICS: "You're just like your (fill in most annoying relative here)."
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS: "Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
24. My mother taught me WISDOM: "When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE: "One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you."

GUESS WHO CAN ROLL HER R'S??? (finally!)

"No, no, it's tiburrrrrón*, Saia," says Chago, rolling his r's like Antonio Aguilar.

"TibuYÓN," she says.

"No, Saia," he says gently, "say Ti..."

"Ti," she repeats.

"Say bu..." he continues.

"Bu," she says.

"Rrrrrrón," he exaggerates. "You have to roll your r's," he reminds her. Again.

"I AM!!" she says, getting more and more exasperated, as she's been trying for almost 2 years now to get her erres right.

"Ti-" she begins again, pouting a little, but persistent. "Bu...RRRRÓN!" she exclaims.

"YAY, SAIA!!" he screams, "You did it!!!"

"Tiburrrón! Tiburrrón! Tiburrón!" she yells.

"I teached you to roll your r's, Saia!" he beams.

"Yes, Bubba, you taught her very well!" I say into the rearview mirror.

"Yes, I did," he agrees. "I taught her very well."

"Thank you, Chago, for teaching me to roll my r's," she says. "I'm going to tell my teacher that I want to be a tiburrrón all day today."

[That you are, baby. That you are.]

[Love, love, love mornings like this.]

*tiburón = shark in Spanish

THE MEXICAN HAT DANCE...X 2

Okay, so it's a couple of days late, but I promise you...it's totally worth it.

This is what they learned for Cinco de Mayo:






(Be sure to click PLAY on BOTH the video AND the music bar below it to get the full effect.)

If you're having trouble seeing the video, right-click here and Open in New Window because you HAVE to leave the music playing in the background.

TEA FOR TWO

Tea? What tea?

SSSLLLUURRRPPP!

"Whatcha drinking there, Beauty?" Mommy asks, one gloomy Sunday afternoon.

"Tea with leche," she says very matter-of-factly and continues slurping.

"How 'bout you, Boy? Whatcha got in there?"

"Cerveza," he says.

[whoops!]

NATIONWIDE BOYCOTT OF MCDONALD'S

Step away from the McNuggets and join us in a nationwide boycott of McDonald's for knowingly jeopardizing the welfare and safety of your children.

A recent investigation by the NewsChannel 5 in Tennessee revealed a shocking secret about the "family-friendly" golden arches...

One man says some McDonald's knowingly hire sex offenders -- and he may know better than anyone.

He's a convicted sex offender and, until today, he worked at a local McDonald's restaurant.

"Everyone knew I was on probation for statutory rape," Scott Smyers told NewsChannel 5's chief investigative reporter Phil Williams.

Another employee had previously been convicted of soliciting sex from a minor. He was recently re-arrested for possessing child pornography.

Perhaps, most disturbing: on the restaurant's McFamily Nights, Smyers says Aloyo was the one who took care of the children.

"They would allow Nicholas to be the one to be out in the lobby with the kids, set up the little bowling alley for the kids, sing on karaoke with the kids."

And this is happening everywhere, not just in Tennessee, but all over the country at both corporate-owned stores and franchises. No one is currently required to conduct background checks on their employees, but according to a statement released by McDonald's corporate, "Our employment application requires all potential candidates seeking employment to disclose prior sex offenses and felonies. Applications are reviewed and those found not to meet our employment standards or policies are rejected."

Oh, okay. Well, I feel much safer now knowing that you're using the tried and true honor system. Here, take my children, please.

How freaking clueless can you be?

And what's worse is that they have no current plans to change their feeble excuse for hiring practices, which is why hitting them in the pocketbook is the only way to affect a positive change. Boycott McDonald's now, folks!!! And CLICK HERE to tell them how you really feel while you're at it.

Shame on you, Ronald.

BOYCOTT MCDONALD'S NOW -- BOYCOTT MCDONALD'S NOW -- BOYCOTT MCDONALD'S NOW!!!

In an unrelated story, Disney just dissolved their long-standing partnership with Mickey D's because they no longer wanted their characters to be associated with the Happy Meals that have been contributing to childhood obesity.

Kudos for them.

Cross-posted at Mama's Other Blog.

NOT QUITE MICKEY MOUSE...

So, we experienced two more firsts this weekend. 1) They got invited (and we actually made it) to their first birthday party, and 2) it was at Chuck E. Cheese's.

Jammin'

Whack-a-Mole

The Other Mouse

Skeptical

Click on a photo above to enlarge.

All in all, they appeared to have had a pretty great time. We lost Chago for a good 6 minutes in the overhead tunnels, but, of course, once Mommy kicked off her shoes and climbed into the pipes to find him, he had already made his way through to the end and was coming down the slide smiling from ear to ear.

Saia dominated the games, slamming down sledgehammers and throwing basketballs like a pro.

They cashed in all the tickets they won for (collectively) a couple of bling-bling rings, a beetle, a lizard, a sling-shot airplane, and two plastic goldfish.

It was a great afternoon, but honestly, one I don't think I'd like to repeat. That place just scared the bejeezus out of me. Seriously. The mouse, the music, the MTV-like videos, the Vegas-style games, the hundreds of screaming children. I'd take Disneyland any day of the week and twice on Sunday before walking into that place again.

And yes, as I write this, I do realize that they'll be invited to at least 500 more parties there over the next 4 years, so I better just get used to it, take a jug of chamomile tea, and go to my happy place.

THE FAIR IS HERE! THE FAIR IS HERE!

I mean the Scholastic Book Fair, of course. [yes, really!!!]

I remember really fondly the Scholastic Book Fairs at my elementary school back home. I remember all the cafeteria tables lined up end to end out in the yard. I remember all the colorful displays, the flurry of people, the carnival-like atmosphere. I remember getting so excited when spring came around 'cause it was just a matter of time til the next one hit our campus. But most of all, I remember the books.

Man, there were just soooo many books to choose from. Stacks and stacks. Piled high in boxes beside the tables. Fanned atop table cloths. Leaning against "I love to read!" bookends. All begging to be picked up and lovingly paged through, though I was always so careful not to lick my finger as I turned the brand new stiff and shiny leaves.

I LOVED the book fairs. I could just never get enough. I would get to school early, finish my lunch in record time, asked to be excused for restroom breaks a million times throughout the day just so that I could have another opportunity to rifle through the book bins.

Man...good times...good times.

And even today, the smell of brand new books always takes me back to those bright sunny Texas days when I was 10 and the world was my oyster...

Because it never once occurred to me, as I'm sure it doesn't with most children, that there was a --- SIGNIFICANT (some might even say exhorbitant) --- cost involved in making that magnificent memory and satisfying that thirst for knowledge of which I was wholly unaware, but which I've apparently also passed on to our children. [and this is where I yet again apologize profusely to my parents for another one of those lessons you only learn "after you have your own children"]

So the iniquitous book fair has cleverly planted its roots directly in the middle of the preschool and daycare center, so that all students, coming or going, HAVE to pass right by it. Every single day. Four to six times a day. For two weeks straight!

"Ooh, Mama, can I take this one? I saw it at lunch time and I LOOOOOVE it!"

"Mama, Mama, yook at this, yook at this! I don't have this one at home!!!"

"Mama, if you get me this one, I will read it to you at dinnertime. Would you like that?"

"I'm going to tell Mommy about this one. I know she will want me to have this."

"Chago, you take this one and I will take this one. Mama, can you pwease pay for these now?"

"Yook, Mama, what I got for Saia because she's my sister and I love her."

[I just gave the school my credit card on Monday and left a freaking tab open.]

A MOTHER'$ WORTH?

According to a recent study released by Waltham, Massachusetts-based compensation experts Salary.com:

"a full-time stay-at-home mother would earn $134,121 a year if paid for all her work, an amount similar to a top U.S. ad executive, a marketing director or a judge"

A mom who also works outside the home would earn an extra $85,876 annually on top of her actual wages for the work she does at home.

Salary.com offers a web site (http://www.mom.salary.com) where mothers can calculate what they should be paid, based on how many children they have, where they live and other factors. The site will even produce a printable document that looks like a paycheck.

Unfortunately, it's non-negotiable, just like everything else about being a mom. But the fact that parents continue to do it -- striving to do more and be more and give more than they ever had -- is just the truest testament to how extraordinarily priceless the experience is.

So, here's to all moms -- in all her iterations (and to dads, too, who so often are easily overlooked when the traditional role of mother is the topic of the month).

Thanks for the tip, Jac.

INSIDE THE ACTOR'S STUDIO

"Mama," says Saia when I picked her up from school.

"Yes, babe?"

"Mama, I was dyyyying today."

"WHAT?!?!?" I say as I glance in the rearview mirror.

"Teacher Monica said I was dyyyying today," she says again, this time with just a tad more dramatic flair as she places the back of her hand on her forehead, "so that's why I don't have my fleece on anymore."

"Oh," I say, "did you get hot on the playground today?"

"Yes, Mom," she says, sounding a little more frustrated now. "That's why I was dyyyying!"

[Aye! The drama! And she's only 3!!!]

LOOK OUT, LANCE ARMSTRONG!!!

Alright, alright, so here's the final score...

Chago completed 4 laps (relatively) unassisted.

Saia completed 5 laps.

Overall, they did a really fantastic job. No one threw any tantrums. No one got frustrated. No one gave up.

Bored already

Speed Demon

Are we done yet?

Click on an image above to enlarge.
Thanks again for all your donations (see per lap/flat rate details below)!!! If you haven't yet had a chance, there's still a little time left. Please make your checks payable to St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital (with Saia & Chago's name on the memo line) and mail to me before Monday, May 8th.

NO SPENDING $$$ TODAY

In case you were unaware, today is "Un Dia Sin Imigrantes" (A Day Without Immigrants), a collection of nationwide economic protests by immigrants and supporters to prove to Congress how important their contributions are.

So, wear a white shirt and don't spend a single penny today to show your support for fair immigration reform.

Cross-posted at Mama's Other Blog