Today Class We Will Be Learning About The Difference Between A Nightgown And A Teddy...

Before I begin let me just say that I loathe homework. I understand the concept of why children are assigned homework and for the most part I don't have any issues with the idea of homework. It's just with homework, there is bound to be some type of drama. Whether it be that Christian has begun his third straight spelling word sentence with "There was a dog who..." or "There was a kid who..." or "There was a gigantic, green monster who.." and proceeds to have a cow when I ask him to change two of his sentences. And then there is Timmy - who at all costs of being correct - will just stare at that one question if he is unsure of answering for hours if I let him.

Which brings me to the other day when we had a different homework problem. Timmy's homework was for him to look at magazines, cut out polygon shapes, and paste it on his homework sheet. Easy enough, right?

Wrong.

The problem that day was I didn't have any magazines or newspapers. We don't get subscriptions to anything....now-a-days you don't need to (at least I don't need to...). Shoot - I didn't even have any food store circulars. Wait a minute. I take that back. I did get one magazine in the mail that day that I threw into the trashcan, but I don't think the teacher would've appreciated Timmy finding his homework assignment in a Fredericks of Hollywood sales magazine...

Too bad too because I did find some things we could've used...




In case you want to know what we did to solve the homework situation, we cheated and printed out pictures on the internet. And don't worry, they were all of the non-semi-naked-lady variety.

A Card From Christmas Past...

This card is from 1st grader Christian circa 2003. As you can see, he is more like his father when it comes to expressing himself in his writing.

Front of card


Inside of card


If you are unable to read what it says inside, it says this:

Dear Dad and Mom,

This is a card for you. Love Christian

In The Meadow We Can Draw A Snowman...

Mason drew this yesterday and I do have to say that - for 2 years old (or 29 months and 4 days...to be precise.) - this is pretty good!

I Can Never Get Enough Of This Song....

Dick(y) Situation.....

Yesterday I had to round-up Mason so I could change his smelly diaper. I grabbed him and put him down on the floor. And then we had this conversation....

Me: Come on Mason, you need to stay still.

Mason: (wiggling away) Noooooo!!!

Me: (holding up a wipe) Do you want to take this wipey and wipe off your face?

Mason: (who is now still and grabs the wipe) It's not for face. It's for dick.

Me: (stopping in my tracks) Wha-What did you just say? It's for....what?

Mason: Dick!

Me: (face getting red) Huh? (Trying to figure out how he was taught that because we don't say that in the Weener house. It's PENIS people!)

Mason: It's for dick!

And that is - ladies and gentlemen - when I looked at his free hand and noticed he had a drum stick in his hand.

Me: (breathes in one big) *SIGH*

Are Those Ear Muffs You're Wearing Or Are You Just Glad To Hear Me....?

I need one of those ribbon magnets with the saying "Elementary School Band Concert Survivor".

Last night was Christian's Winter Concert. I feel like a bad parent because I was sort of dreading going to the thing. Why is that you ask? Um....Hello? I have ONE band member whom practices in my house...and now I had to go listen to a roomful of 9 and 10-year-olds? It would be the equation of dying farm animal x's 100. I guess what made it not so bad was that on the paper it stated that the concert would only last an hour. An hour didn't sound like too much torture. (Well that is according to me. If you ask my husband, he would tell you otherwise.)

What is that you say? -- You wish you could've been there? Well today is your lucky day! It's less than two minutes long, but it may feel like an hour. ;)

The Annual Weener Christmas Card...

Since Rich and the boys have a love for comics, I thought that a comic book Christmas card would be appropriate.

If All The Cute Boys Were Out At Sea, What A Great Swimmer Weenermom Would Be...

The other day - while I was rummaging through my closet trying to make room for Christmas presents - I came across my old school memory box. The box itself is nothing fancy. It's an old Xerox paper box that my dad brought home from work many, many years ago. Normally I would just toss the box to the side and ignore it, however, on this particular day I opened up the box. Did I mention that I pretty much squeezed a good six years of school memories in there? And boy when I opened it up tons of those memories came flooding back to me.

The first thing that caught my eye was the autograph book that my parents had given me for my fifth grade graduation from elementary school. I used that book for both my elementary and middle school (8th grade) graduations. I haven't looked through that book in years and when I went ahead and read what was written upon those pages, it all seemed new to me. My family had such nice things to say to me on the first pages of the book. There was my mom telling me how proud she is of me and my dad telling me he would love me more if I would tell him that he sings just like Elvis (btw...he doesn't!). There were also things written by my friends and classmates. Some names I remember, some I don't. I had to laugh at the swirly/decorative handwriting from the girls in my class. (I don't remember this girl...or what she looked like. I don't think we had a "party in '88 either. ;) )

I looked further in my memory box and found a photo album from my high school days. You know, the time of high hair, lots of eyeliner and American Top 40? *sigh* The good, ole days... The first page in my album has my senior picture. Originally, I was not thrilled with my senior picture because I looked a lot like my grandmother in the picture. Don't get me wrong, my grandmother was not an ugly woman...it's just what 17/18 year old girl wants to look like their *gasp* grandmother? However, as the years have gone by I really do like this picture not because I look "good" in it but because it reminds me of my grandmother.

There was the remnants from the wrist corsage that my senior prom date (who btw was 6'3" and looked like Randy Travis) had given me. We only went as friends (or that was my take on the whole prom date. Now as far as my date was concerned I think he would've like it to be more than a friend date.) I do recall that there were 10 of us in a limo and when the dance was over we went back to one of the boy's house. We snuck in some beer and played pool the rest of the night. My date tried to kiss me at the end, but I just turned my head. (I know...I'm mean!)

I also found my swim team and softball team pictures . I never was the star of any of the teams, but I was pretty good. To think that I thought I was fat then...what was I thinking? Oh to be 118 pounds again! (Shoot I'd take 140!)

I was just about to get further lost into my memories when I was taken back to reality when my pen-tattooed covered toddler threw a matchbox car in my direction. You know, sometimes it's fun to get lost in your memories. But I think I'm having even more fun making memories for/with my boys.

I'm bringing Christian home his very own Xerox box from work today. I wonder what memories he will put inside...

So I Had To Get This Shirt For Mason...

Isn't it funny? I do have to admit though that the shirt would not be as funny if he is wearing it 20,30,40, etc.. years from now. Don't believe me? Well here you go...



See I told you. (Boy I hope he has better hygiene than that guy!)

Trick Or Treat, Smell My Feet...