Parenting 101

Directions: Read the following scenario and answer accordingly....

Your child comes home from school. Let's say his name is.....um.....Michael. It's important for Michael to do his homework before his soccer game. You sit down to try and help him. As he is working, he starts up with the "drama". He acts as though he has never seen a pencil. He acts as though he has never seen homework. He gets mad and throws his work on the floor. You try and remain patient but start getting frustrated. You eventually get up from the table because you can no longer tolerate his behavior. You notice the clock says 5 p.m., look at the soccer schedule, and realize the game starts at 5 not 5:30. You tell Michael to get his clothes on. He acts as though he has never worn a soccer uniform nor has ever worn a pair of shoes. In the meantime, you are trying to get bottles ready and babies in the car (one is screaming). You arrive at the soccer field. No close-up parking spots. You have to park down the street and haul everyone up the hill. Michael refuses to help you with anything . By this time you feel like a cartoon character with a bright read face and steam coming from your head. You hope no one gets in your way for fear you might scream "bite me".
You get everything set up (chairs, babies, bottles, etc.) and start watching Michael play soccer. Suddenly you realize you should cheer for him and support him. But you don't have one nice bone in your body for this boy. What's the "correct" parenting response?

A. Cheer for every player BUT Michael.

B. Cheer for him. Tell him he's doing an awesome job and he's the greatest soccer player ever.

C. Pick up your things and run away, leaving Micheal on the soccer field, hoping he finds his way home.

What's the correct answer? I have no idea, the game ended 5 minutes after we got there.

Notes to the Universe..

Dear Claire,
Why can't you be more like your sister, Kate, and sleep better?

Dear Jim,
Thank you so much for proposing to Pam last night. I loved it!

Dear Max's Teacher,
Will you notify me, as soon as possible, how I did on my project that Max turned in? I'm hoping I got a good grade.

Dear Kate,
Thank you for sleeping while your twin sister screams her head off.

Dear Lady at the Soccer Game Last Night,
I'm really happy for you and your "enhancement". But, come on, do you really have to wear that outfit to your child's soccer game? Didn't you feel embarrassed having to adjust your shirt the whole night?

Dear Makers of Enfamil,
Why don't you have a twin discount on your formula?

Dear Football,
Why?

Dear Gayle King,
Can I be a host with you on your radio show?

Dear President Bush,
What the heck happened to our economy? Do you think you can take out a small portion of the billions of dollars and send some to me? I'd like a pool and my basement remodeled.

Dear Sugar,
Why do I enjoy you but my body doesn't?

Dear Kitchen,
Why do you get messy after being clean for only 10 minutes?

Dear Blogger.com and Facebook,
Why do you suck me into your spell and I manage wasting time viewing you? See above question.

Dear Inventor of Diet Coke,
What more can I say but "I Love You".

Dear Blogging Friends,
I think you're awesome! Thanks for keeping me entertained.

It's "that time"

If you notice, I'm posting this at 3 a.m. I should not be awake at 3 a.m.. The babies are too big to be hungry at this wretched time. So I am declaring tomorrow night to be "the night". The night they have to cry-it-out. I've been making them cry-it-out at nap time for a while now. Since I can't take care of 5 children at once, they cry often. Overall, these babies are angels. Their personalities are SO easy going. Unfortunately, they are waking up at night more than necessary. I am putting a pacifier in Claire's mouth at least 2 times before 3 a.m.. Yes, it's time. I'm a firm believer in crying-it-out. I just haven't done it with two at the same time, or even different times in the night. I give them three days, at most, and then they are sound sleepers. What's three days when I've been waking up with these babies for 5 months? Look out Ambien, (my most favorite drug) here I come!

Fashion Friday Foto

Don't ask me what Andy does when he's in charge. I just came home and found this Hershey's Kiss. Or is it an antenna? It could be an alien. Who knows but we all had a good laugh with this one.

Football Freaks!

I've come up with a new title for a post that I am sure will be published often. Football is too entertaining to not write about. Please, any football moms out there, feel free to comment...

1. The other day the football game was on TV. San Diego vs. Notre Dame. The volume was off. The radio was also playing the BYU game in the same room. Two games going at once. What more can we do to get another game on in the same room?

2. Max's teacher emailed me. She said that Max wouldn't sign a school poster committing to read 30 minutes a day. I told Andy about it. He failed to tell me about a previous conversation he had with Max. Max told Andy about the poster and that he wouldn't sign the poster. Andy asked why. Max's response, "I've got football". Andy explained that he will be signing the poster and will be reading 30 minutes a day.

3. Max played at half-time at a local football game. One of his teammates tackled Max before Max could tackle another player. After the game Max asked the kid "why did you tackle me?" The kid explained that in order to get his $11 he needs to tackle someone. So he tackled Max so he could tackle the opposing team player. I'm anxious to talk to the mother of the kid who gets $11. I have a friend who buys PS2 games for her son if he plays really well each game. I am sure Andy is bribing Max with something but they won't tell me what it is.

4. The picture of Max was taken on a day that Max was wearing colorful underwear with his white pants. We all got a good laugh from it. The uniform is one of my most favorite thing in sports.

Fashion Friday Foto

This picture makes me laugh. Maggie's first day of preschool. Can you tell she didn't want her picture taken? She insisted on wearing her cheerleader outfit to school.

Polytyx

Confession: I got a D-- on my first political science test in college. Political Science was the hardest class I ever took. My final grade was a C-. I seriously believe that the teacher felt sorry for me and gave me that grade. Can you understand why I am not into politics? I have friends who will vote for McCain. I have friends that are voting for Obama. I honestly have no idea who I will vote for in this next election. I don't get politics. It seems to me that everyone is a big liar. I'll listen to a republican talk show and think "yes, that guy has a point". The same for the democrats. Then, I hear everybody bash each other. Then, everyone digs up dirt on everyone else, once again bashing each other. And for some reason, being mean, rude, and backstabbing is okay. And I am supposed to choose one of those people to be the leader of the country? I do have concerns about gas prices but what does a woman's pregnant daughter have to do with that? I guess it's all politics, which is why I don't understand politics. Many years ago, my friend told me that I was ignorant. I asked her what ignorant was. Duh! I've come a long way since then but the political thing, I just don't get.