Our Three Year Anniversary

Today is our three year wedding anniversary!  I had so much fun on our wedding day.  Best party I ever threw!  I wish we could get married again each year…but without paying for it again!  Oh to party like that again would be wonderful!  Did I ever tell you that I did a rope swing at my reception?  Like in my dress and everything?  Well, I did!  Here is proof!  That is my sister next to me!

That lady thought I was on drugs! "You're gonna swing in that dress???"

We had our reception in Architecture Hall at The City Museum in St. Louis.  If you ever get to St. Louis you HAVE to go there.  One of the coolest places on earth!  They have a 7 story slide which I am sure every member of my wedding party went down!  They also have a 2 story one and my Great Aunt even went down that one!

I’ll give you a photo recap of our wedding day and how we spent our first and second anniversary, in case you were curious!

2008:  Wedding Day!  We lived in MN but got married in my hometown of St. Louis, MO.  We had some of our wedding pictures taken in the new Busch Stadium and also with my good friend, the Arch!

2009:  I surprised Freddy by renting a Harley (We used to own one but sold it shortly after Michael was born).  We took the bike on a trip to Red Wing, MN which is where we got engaged.  We ate at the same restaurant to celebrate our 1 year anniversary.

2010:  Freddy took me on a weekend trip to Duluth, MN.  We walked along lake Superior, went bar hopping, took naps (ahhh sleep! Ryan was just 2 months old!) and got all dressed up and had a wonderful dinner at the hotel’s spinning restaurant!

And now we are celebrating our Third Anniversary!  I bet he is starting to wonder what he was thinking asking me to marry him!!!

Happy Anniversary Babe!

And That’s What Che Said…

We Both Are Learning

Well…today was day 4 of Pre-K.  The morning started out great.  Michael woke up in a great mood, got dressed, ate breakfast, played with some letters and his little brother.  He sang on the way to school and asked me 8 million questions and how to spell a few words, or rather spelled words for me.

I turned left from Main St. onto 10th St. and that is when the devil himself jumped into my 4 year old!  OH. MA. GAWD!

He flipped the eff out!  “I don’t want to go to school!” “I want to go home with you!” “I am not going, never!” “I will go home and take a nap!”

“Michael, you love school!”  Nothing like telling the poor kid how he should feel!  “You get to do letters and play with your friends and…”

Then it turned into blood curdling SCREAMING “I don’t want to go to school!”

I turn into the school parking lot and tell him to hush up and get out we are going to school.  I am a firm believer in teaching kids they need to learn to deal with life. The happy parts and the not so fun parts.   We wake up when our alarms go off, even when we don’t want to.  We go to work, even if we don’t want to.  We clean our rooms and brush our teeth, even if we don’t want to.   Freddy and I really want to instill this lesson to our boys at an early age so that we are not dealing with a 21 year old who should be acting like an adult but instead is jobless and wanting us to support them because they don’t feel like working.  True Story.   But back to my 4 year old…he is screaming and crying.

I have to shut the car door to avoid some of the judgey-judgersons in the parking lot staring in our direction as they prance their little pigtailed princess into school skipping along all happy and good and not screaming…  “Screw you and your snotty looks!’ I think to myself.  “He was happy yesterday!”

I wait several minutes standing outside of my car before I go to the opposite side of the car and retrieve Ryan from the screaming sibling next to him and shut the door again and wait another several minutes.  All the while, I am digging into my brain for something to say to him that will click in his head and get him out of his funk….if you can even call it a funk.

As any good mother does I got down to his level and told him how much I loved him and how we should talk about our feelings and express them in a non-screaming way I threatened to get rid of all the popsicles in the freezer if he didn’t get out of the car!  HAHA!  It worked, out he came, slowly but surely, but still screaming…

I normally do talk with him and it normally works…this was NOT A NORMAL kind of situation.  We were past any stage of normal right now.  I needed divine intervention for this situation.  I needed a Miracle.   I needed MAGIC.

Another 17 minutes later we are at the double doors of the school.  He was taking a step about every 45 seconds.  His teacher saw me and came out and she and I chatted for a few minutes about how he had a great morning and somehow it turned into this and then I just said good-bye to him and left.  I watched her try to talk to him, he refused so she picked him up and took him into school while he was screaming for me.  *SIGH*

I was thankful I was bringing him into a Catholic school because there was bound to be a priest around somewhere who could exorcise this demon from my sweet boy!!!

When I got back into the car I was SWEATING.  Sweating from the exhaustion of reasoning with him and sweating because while all this was taking place I am HOLDING Ryan.  His has the nickname “Chunky Monkey” for a reason!  Arm is still tingling!

I got a phone call from his teacher about 5 minutes later that he did indeed calm down and the teacher’s aide in his class mentioned his friend Jacob and that’s when Michael told her that yesterday they bumped into each other on the playground (which the teacher’s aide saw) and then Michael told his teacher that Jacob hit him (which his teacher’s aide did not see).  The two boys talked and hugged and apparently all was well. His teacher also reminded Michael that he could tell her things like that and that is not considered tattling.

When I walked up to the doors to wait for Michael to be dismissed after school today, I was not sure what to expect.  Out he came and his teacher gave me the “Perfect/A-OK” sign and sent him over to me.  After he hugged me and hugged and kissed his little brother he was talking to some of his friends, his teacher came over and told me he honestly had a perfect day and did great and she hopes it was just a fluke.  She offered many attempts at explanations for me:  Maybe because it was Friday?  He is always tired and crabby by Friday.  It was the first week back to school?  We had travelled 10+ hours each way over Labor Day weekend?  Maybe he was just tired.  Maybe he was just mad at Jacob?  I was thinking to myself  “Maybe he was possessed!?”  We will never know.  But I am thankful for his teacher’s patience and understanding and am super thankful she never gave me that judgey-judgerson look!  She told me I did great by walking away and making him stay.  She teaches him and she teaches me!  After a morning like that I appreciated her nice words to me!  Made me feel better for threatening the popsicles 🙂

I really, really hope we don’t have to do that again on Monday.  Like really, really, really….

First Day of Pre-K

Tuesday was Michael’s first day of Pre-K.

For all of you reading who do not have children, or for all of you reading whose children are grown, Pre-K is not to be confused with Preschool.  Pre-K is like SO. MUCH. COOLER.  Pre-K is like 4 year olds you know…not those little 3 year olds in preschool.  Pre-K kids get to go to Kindergarten next year, as like in real school, that you go to all day long.  BIG difference…

I used the X Pro ii instagram PSE action for this photo and added the words (but blurred his name!)

Michael is going to St. Mary’s this year and it was one of the schools that was destroyed by the tornado we had here in Joplin, on May 22nd.  The school system was lucky enough to have previously owned an empty warehouse on the grounds of the high school.  They originally were going to tear it down but the bids came in too high.  Thank goodness for that!  As in true nature of these amazing people down here they renovated an old steel warehouse to house the 210 displaced students over the course of the summer months.  The renovation wasn’t even complete until this past Friday, September 2nd!  Teachers spent their labor day weekend, laboring to get their rooms set up.  The teachers and students will have a few routines and kinks to work out over the next few weeks because there is not a library, cafeteria or gym in the new building.  They will just use the High School facilities next door.

Based on the huge smile I received when I picked Michael up, I am thinking he will get by just fine!  Here’s the main points I dug out of him about his first day of Preschool Pre-K:

  1. He colored a picture of a mouse with cheese.  He colored the cheese yellow and the mouse brown.
  2. They played outside at recess but not on the playground (because it is still being built) but just in the grass and he played tag and race cars with his new friends.
  3. He sat on a mat and did what his teacher told him to do (good boy).
  4. He sits right next to the magnetic letter board (life could not be better).
  5. They had cookies for snack, but with water, not milk, because the milk truck didn’t come to the school yet.
  6. He can’t remember any of his friends names except:
  7. There is a GIRL in his class with his same name (remember Michael is his blogging name?)  His exact words: “MOM!  There is a GIIIIRRRLLLL  in my class with my same name!  A GIRRRRRRRLLLLLL!  (laughing)  But her name doesn’t have an “e” in it, so it’s OK!”

And as simple as that, her same-not-containing-an-e name was just fine because of the missing letter!  That kid cracks me up!  He wants to go back…so we considered that a good first day!

Letters make everything in the world right for him!

And yes, I know he is holding a sign that says “Preschool” but I didn’t have one that said Pre-K and I had not been lectured on the difference between the two until after he came home from school!  😉

And That’s What Che Said…

Welcome to the Family Part 2

Well last time in “Welcome to the Family” I introduced you to everyone living in my house.  Well now it’s time to introduce you to my clan whom are not living with me.  Freddy has two older daughters, from his earlier days.  If you happened to read my “About” page, you will recall that I compare my life to the show Modern Family.   So in addition to a husband who is 18 years older than me, I have two step-daughters that are 29 and 25 (26 in like 2 weeks) and one daughter’s girlfriend who is 30 (31 in a few weeks).  Yep!  They are MY AGE!  But don’t you worry your pretty/handsome little head…we have some fun with it!

Meet Nicole.  Kevin’s oldest daughter.  Turns out, she happens to be one of my best friends!  I know right?!  She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and I honestly can tell her anything.  There is only ONE thing on this great big planet that she and I do NOT talk about and that is…well…her DAD is my husband…so we don’t talk about anything related to the lovin’.  A.  Gross, for her, it’s her DAD and B. Gross, for me, it’s her DAD!   Otherwise I can and do, tell her just about anything!  Michael and Ryan just adore her!

Meet Marie.  Nicole’s girlfriend.  We love her, even though she is a CUBS fan (BLAH!) She can make some mean play-doh cars for Michael.  You will never find her with a green shirt on and blue eyeshadow!  She color coordinates and has more eyeshadow than Cover Girl.  She will redo her makeup if she changes shirts…cracks me up!

Meet Ann.  Kevin’s youngest daughter.  I send her a steady supply of Tide Spot Sticks as she is quite the “spiller”.  She appreciates it, as I often get a text every few weeks telling me that stick saved her again!  Glad to be of help!

Nicole and I get a big kick out of our age difference…or lack there of.  We were together shopping and while at the check out Nicole was digging through her purse for some gum.  The store clerk said, “Are you two sisters?”  Without even looking up from her gum search, she says all nonchalantly and casual, “No, she is my step-mom.  She married my dad” not even giving the clerk a glance or any indication that Nicole herself should find this weird.  I on the other hand was soaking in the pure SHOCK on the clerks face!  The clerk looked at me then and I just pointed to myself and said “Evil Step Mother”.  Love it!  We play it up quite often.  We enjoy the fun!  I mean you have to when your baby brother is 27 years younger than you!

And here is a cute picture of all “My” kids at Christmas this year.  We live in 3 different states between us all and July in Colorado (family picture above) and this picture from Christmas are the only times, I believe, we have all been together at the same time!  Kind of crazy too!