1. You just don't have the where-with-all to make your little cherub take off the hot pink "Fancy Nancy" tutu before going to the grocery store. AND, the cowgirl boots she had on as well just flat escaped your attention until you lifted her up into the shopping cart. She was certainly a sight to behold.
2. Your son has to join in on the freak show action going to the grocery store. So there we were, lil' sis looking like a crazed cowgirl ballerina and JD Boy, in his camo John Deere shirt, wrangler jeans, and sandals with SOCKS ON!!!! Okay, I know he is my son BUT he broke not one but TWO of Mama's cardinal rules about sandals. FIRST, it is not kosher to wear sandals with jeans (especially Wranglers). The Jesus Cruisers are meant for more casual attire for oh... I don't know, SHORTS. SECOND, NEVER, EVER under any circumstances whatsoever wear sandals with socks!!! I can not over emphasize this enough. Wearing socks with sandals is about as useful as wearing sweats under a bathing suit. I don't get the sock/sandal thing. It's missing the whole point of sandals. Really, let the piggys breath people!!!
3. You look up text message acronyms on the Urban Dictionary that you found online because you REFUSE to ask your teenage daughter what IMO means for fear of being that "old person" who isn't on the up and up with the latest forms of technological communication. You know, the one you used to make fun of when you were a kid.
4. Weekend entertainment out on the ranch for the kids was riding on 4-wheelers and a tractor (for the boy). Oh, and let's not forget checking out the dead wild pig out in the hay field too. Don't worry people, it wasn't particulary nasty and my kids aren't traumatized. In fact, I'm kind of old school in the sense that I think it is good for kids to have an understanding of that whole "circle of life" thing.
And Finally....
5. You discover that your little girl is not quite 100% ranch kid when she refuses to pee in the field because she doesn't want to get dirt in her "coo-coo". I know, it's a valid complaint and one I can not deny. However, her brother had some advice on the situation. He said, " Don't worry about the dirt, just don't pee against the wind." Thanks, for the words of potty wisdom son. Luckily, the guy who lives in the ranch house was home and HRH was able to do her business on a proper toilet. As for JD Boy...he just found whatever proper bush, tree, tractor tire, etc when nature called and turned with the wind, of course.
**Thank You to everyone that left supportive and encouraging comments yesterday on my pity party post. I really am starting to feel better and more like my ol' self again.
11 comments:
LOVE your blog!
Nice...hey, at least your son knows what he's doing! With the wind, boy!
Oh i love fall too! So romantic and serene! oh and btw... socks and sandals?!?..you gotta do what you gotta do, mommy!
Happy Labor Day!
Loved this post! peeing with the wind is always good advice!
just stopping by from SITS to say hi; hope you'll do the same.
Love the Mama Drama...
MIne is you really do not care that your little ones dinner ends up in her hair. At least she is eating.
Well, what lady wants dirt in her Coo Coo? Ah ha ha ha
I think its a rule for any mother of a girl to have to go to the store with her in some ridiculous outfit!
That was actually pretty sound advice about the wind!
I am with you on the texting lingo. I just bookmarked a website so I could understand WTH people where saying to me. It is embarassing to admit that I may not be as cool as I think I am in my mind!
LOL, did you ever find out what IMO means? If so, tell me! And FTW...I can't figure that one out either, LOL!
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