One tradition I really wanted to keep is getting pictures with Santa and the Easter Bunny at the respective holidays. So far Abug still hates the Easter Bunny. This year Tbug happened to be with us when we went to see the Easter Bunny. She’s old enough I wasn’t going to make her get in the picture, as you may notice from how she’s dressed (just regular clothes) but Abug threw such a fit that we conned Tbug to be in the photo to keep Abug happy. We never did get Abug to smile, but this isn’t bad I guess….
Mom bought Easter cookie cutters and asked that I make her some Sugar Cookies to take to work. This is what she got. Not bad I guess, right? Please tell me they’re good 😀.
I have become the clothes nazi at our house… kind of like the soup nazi… (think Seinfeld…)
I don’t ask much of Tbug because she isn’t here. I’d like her to spend her time with us versus cleaning her room, etc. The one thing I ask is for her to put her dirty clothes in the laundry so that I can wash them. That way I’m not going around trying to figure out where all she put her dirty clothes… I’ve found them under toys, behind the bed, under the bed, in the bathroom, yada yada yada.
So the one thing I ask of her is to put her clothes in the laundry. 1 thing. That’s pretty much it. Recently (like a couple months ago) I just happened to stumble in to her room and realized there was a wet towel on the floor along with night clothes and whatever she wore that day. I was pretty upset and took them all away. Eventually I gave them back but made hubby tell her how upset I was because me telling her doesn’t seem to do much…
We wound up with her here 3 weekends in a row. Last weekend she got some new clothes. Wore them on Monday. I reminded her to put her clothes in the laundry as she was changing back into her mom’s clothes only to find all the clothes she had worn on her bedroom floor. This was after I reminded her to put them in the laundry. I took them all away.
When we picked her up on Friday I told her she lost one of her new shirts and I’m not really sure when she’ll get it back. I was pretty upset. Saturday she got another new shirt. When she was getting ready to leave on Sunday I told her to put her laundry in the dirty clothes as well as had Abug remind her. I went in to her room after she left and found the above picture. <sigh>
So I have a bunch of brand new once worn clothes sitting in my room. I don’t know how to get it through her head to put her clothes in the laundry. I’m beating my head against the wall. She’s only here every other week, she doesn’t solely rely on just those few clothes. Hubby told me to take away all her clothes except 1 outfit that was hideous and didn’t match.
He told her she’d get them back in a month and she’d have to do the laundry. Nothing seems to be working. I sent her the above picture and her response was there are no words. There are no words? No clothes for you…. ack!
Wow 2 posts in a row talking about poor Tbug. I love the kid, don’t get me wrong! I really do. This is just one of those things I have to record because it really isn’t worth getting upset about but it’s frustrating all in the same. Now I just have to figure out how to get it through her head to put her dirty clothes in the laundry. I even gave her her own laundry basket and that didn’t work either. HELP!
I’m pretty sure I have a few more gray hairs…
Remember a couple years ago when I was trying to teach Tbug how to drive a standard? I told her before she could get her driver’s license she had to be able to check the oil in the car (not change it, just check it), change a tire, and drive a standard transmission. So 2 years ago I attempted to teach her because at the time we had a standard… If you remember (if not I”m telling you now) she ran the car into the back of the tractor. I was 2 weeks away from having Abug. I was very pregnant. We were in our driveway and not going very fast but we both bounced off the dash. She hasn’t lived it down…
Well her mom moved her across the state line into Kansas. I don’t really know Kansas law but I know you can get your drivers license at 15 (instead of 16) and you can get your learner’s permit at 14 instead of 15. She doesn’t have it yet, but I guess her mom is talking about letting her get it. Gray hair #1. I also guess her mom has been letting her drive their vehicle (I don’t know, just what Tbug tells me). So lately she’s been bragging about “Being a Good Driver.” I keep telling her to knock on wood because she’s getting way to cocky and needs to learn some humility.
Anyway Sunday I walked out to the barn to let the horses out before we went to town. I walked back to the house and went to get in the passenger seat and noticed Tbug was in the driver’s seat and hubby was in the back seat. <sigh> 2 years ago all over again, except it’s not a standard so if we hit something we won’t bounce backwards if she has her foot on the clutch….
Hubby agreed to let her drive down the driveway. She sits so stiff I was nervous. Hubby kept getting on to me for being nervous. I was like, hello… I was in the front seat when she ran into the tractor. He then let her drive out the driveway and down the road. We live in the country so the roads aren’t very populated.
Let’s see… she rolled through a stop sign, didn’t stop. She didn’t put her seat belt on. She almost took out a guard rail. Sigh! And I was in the front seat to witness it all. I made her stop in the middle of the road (no one around) and put her seat belt on. I yelled at her for rolling through a stop sign. There was a guy who stopped in the middle of the road and she wasn’t moving over so I yelled again. and I closed my eyes going over the bridge, I only know about the guard rail because hubby told her.
Uh huh… and she’s a “Good Driver.” I told her she needs to learn more humility and not brag. Instead, learn how to be a good driver….
Note: She’s not a bad driver, but she’s definitely boasting on herself way to much…. I hope we can teach her better and the end goal is to make her a good driver!
So, the flu, as influenza, I think hit our house. We were never tested but within 2 weeks we all felt like death warmed over… is that the right phrase? Or do I have it wrong, like most times? Luckily for all our family, my niece’s birthday party wasn’t on her birthday and we were all kind of on the mend. It was rough going there for a while…. yikes! Hubby made sure to get Ambyr with icing before she could attack him. I think we actually made it through one family gathering… Christmas maybe… without the food war… It was definitely overdue!
It seems like on everyone’s birthday, you know except for mine, we’re out riding horses. Tbug’s 14th birthday was no different, but she does have a thing for riding horses. I hope she always has that desire! Sadly, Abug might have confiscated her horse….
Never fear, Kansas stepped up to bat for Tbug to ride… only problem was, then Abug wanted to ride with Tbug. Aloha looked a little lost. At one point, I hopped on her back but Abug told me I was to get off her horse. Tbug said, I’ll share a lot of things with you, but Aloha is mine. Gosh I love both of those girls.
I googled it. It says it is correct: Bye Week but could be by week or it could be bi week. So you call it what you want but know I’m talking about the off week that the Chiefs didn’t have to play because they were sitting second seed!
What what? or Woot woot if you prefer 😁.
So unfortunately Grady wound up back in the hospital due to his surgery before Christmas. Jared and hubby conjured up a scheme that we were going to go sit in his hospital room with him and watch the Dolphins Steelers game and the New York Green Bay game on Sunday, but he was able to “break out” on Saturday night so we changed our plans and decided to make lunch and go to their house to watch the games. One was at noon and the other at 3:30. The game plan was to make a day of it 😀.
The game plan for the meal (yes, I keep saying game plan, going with the scheme of the day….) was chicken wings because why not? Hubby made some of his “famous” salsa and the wings and carrots/celery and as a last minute thought, No Bake Cookies!
How on Earth did you turn 14? I swear… it has happened overnight! Here we are on your birthday and I absolutely love to ask you these questions every year to see how your answers change. Happy Birthday baby girl!!
1. Why do you like being a kid? Because you have less responsibilities
2. What is your happiest memory? Spending time with my family.
Ah, the joys of Christmas are over. I know I complain a lot about January, but I really just don’t care for January. Tbug on the other hand does because her birthday is that month, although once upon a time I asked her if we could celebrate her bday in June. She looked at me like I killed her puppy. She was like 7. Then… last year, she asked me if she could celebrate her birthday with us in June. I told her NO. She asked why and I laughed and told her about this 7 year old who was offended I even mentioned such a thing. We all got a good laugh.
But that was just a side note… the real reason for the post is Christmas. And here is the calm before the fury… or something like that. Right now hubby, the girls, and I are living with my parents until we decide our next move after selling our house this late summer/early fall. We decided we were going to set our Christmas tree up in our little living room and we were going to open our presents just as a family Christmas morning (since Tbug was with us Christmas Eve through Christmas Day).