Is there actually a contest for "Worst Mother of the Year"?

I know we can all claim the title of "Worst Mother of the Year". Okay, maybe not ALL of us, but I've read your posts!!! However, I think I have this one tied up with a Blue Ribbon.

Every year (so far) the children have chosen what they want to do on their birthday. Normally we go out to eat with my parents and it ends at that. Then on a separate day, we have done parties with friends. Yes, over the years, this may have set us back, but I think that kids need to feel special when it is their birthday. This year DS decided that he wanted to go to Movie Tavern for his birthday with my parents and he had a party at Amazing Jakes.

DD has been so defiant recently that she has lost the party, but had earned back dinner. She also wanted to go to the Movie Tavern, but the only thing playing that would be remotely appropriate for a 7 year old was "Paul Blart: Mall Cop". Although boy humor is right up DD's alley, I really wasn't in the mood for it.

I convinced DD to dinner with my parents and to a regular movie. She chose this option when I told her I would rent "Mall Cop" when it was released on DVD.

The movie we went to see was "Coraline". As I was watching the opening credits, I had the horrifying realization that this was a Tim Burton movie. I was never thrilled with "Nightmare Before Christmas", but to each their own. For a 7 year old, it is, by my standards, inappropriate. Needless to say, DD was frightened for 2/3 of the movie. She will most likely be up for most of the night. And I, convinced her to watch it.

I feel like I have the title all wrapped up. I wonder what I actually get for that!!!

Happy Birthday to my little girl

To My Sweet Girl

"Do you know how much you mean to me?
As you grow into what you will be.
You came from within, from just beneath my heart.
It's there you'll always be though your own life will now start.
You're growing so fast it sends me awhirl,
With misty eyes I ask, Where's my little girl?
I know sometimes to you I seem harsh and so unfair,
But one day you will see, I taught you well because I care.
The next few years will so quickly fly,
With laughter and joy, mixed with a few tears to cry.
As you begin your growth to womanhood, this fact you must know,
You'll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go.
You must stand up tall and proud, within you feel no fear,
For all you dreams and goals, sit before you very near.
With love in your heart and the world by its tail,
You'll always be my winner, and victory will prevail.
For you this poem was written, with help from above,
To tell you in a rhythm of your Mother's heartfelt Love!"
-Unknown

Do Ladies Wear Polyester?

So it's been a while since I blogged. With facebook and working, it's hard to keep up with everything.

I had to blog on the funnies from the last week.

We were out to eat with my friend who was visiting. It was just Jenn, DD, DS, and me eating at DS's former favorite place to eat, Chili's. She is mad at them because they have taken away the pasta with marinara sauce. They still have Alfredo sauce, but no red sauce. I digress. With all the estrogen, DS decided that he needed to exert his manliness and was very gassy and crude all week. Anyway, in the middle of the meal, I moved on the seat and DS said "Did you fart?" (Yes, we are sooooo PC with a 9 and 7 year old.) I said "No, it must have been you!" (Because I have decided, if you can't beat them, you may as well join them.) Then DD pipes up and says in the most indignant tone she could muster, "I don't fart, I'm a LADY!" Jenn and I giggled for the rest of the meal and the rest of the week about that! Since most of you know DD, you all know HOW much of a lady she actually is.

So to top the week off, or to start the week, however you look at it, we were sitting here watching "The Bee Movie" tonight. To update those who have not seen this movie, we got to the part where all the bees stop working and all the flowers and trees are grey and lifeless. I asked the kids, "Why do all the trees and flowers look like that?" and with all the conviction in the world, she said, "They're not getting polyester." Giggling and trying not to make her feel bad, I corrected her to "pollination" and she said, "Yeah, whatever!". So of course the first thing I did was get on my blog. What else would a candidate for "Mother of the Year" do?