Beauty School Drop Out

Isaiah went to a pediatric optometrist yesterday, who said he actually doesn’t need glasses. The other doctor had only used a machine to check his eyes, you know, the farmhouse that goes out of focus? He didn’t have a full exam. The dr. said that little kids try so hard to focus on that, it tends to give false readings. He sees just fine! (for now, at least)
SO, the doctor offers him stickers at the end. Huge eyeball stickers that glow in the dark. Awesome, right?
Then he (being Isaiah) takes one off the backing and puts it over his own eye. It’s so big that it covers from his forehead to his cheek. As I’m standing there talking to the dr. he starts to pull it off. And it’s stuck to his eyebrow. Ouch! He’s tugging away on it, and the dr. says, “Be careful, you’re about to do a wax job!”
He gets the sticker off, along with half of his eyebrow. Yes, the dr and I laughed, a lot.
We go up front where Hubs is waiting, and Isaiah walks up to him and puts the sticker on his other eye and says, “Daddy! I’m gonna do a WAX JOB!”
My husband looks at me accusingly, like I’ve just put his son in a dress. Hey, who am I to stifle his tiny wax dreams? I said Don’t worry, if he takes too much off, I’ll just pencil in a nice arch for him :)

Myopia

My baby needs glasses  It’s not a surprise, of course, because both Hubs and I need vision correction. My big guy’s been wearing them since he was 6 or 7. I feel so bad! I didn’t need glasses until I was about 17. And Belly is so much more athletic than his brother. Daimean’s more like me…. Meaning he’s cerebral. Not athletically inclined. Isaiah’s more like their dad – he’s all BOY. How many pairs of glasses is he going to lose or break??? And poor D, the doctor has said we may want to consider letting him get contacts earlier than we might have bc his vision is pretty dang bad. But he likes the way his glasses look, so he’s not unhappy (thank goodness)

Will post pics when the Belly gets his new specs.

Panic! at the School

The school called, it was Mrs. Conway, who is a general office assistant that has probably been working there since the school opened in 1907.
She says, “I’m just calling to check on Isaiah.”
Me: “Okay, what do you need?”
Mrs. Conway: “Is he ill? I have a note here that he’s absent.”
Me: “No, I dropped Isaiah off this morning at school. He’s THERE.”
Pause
Me: “He IS there, right? Why don’t you go and check?!”

She calls back a minute later and says that he is indeed there, he’d been marked TARDY, not ABSENT.

And that took 10 years off my life.

Is it Friday Yet?

No? Seriously? MONDAY?! It's only MONDAY?!

*sigh*

Sooo...... I'm in school, and I'm enjoying it. This homework thing, that's going to be a problem. When do I have time to study and write papers?!?! I DON'T! I'm going to have to get super disciplined (and anyone who knows me knows that's a task and a half) to set aside time for all that needs to be done.
Took the kids to the local skate park yesterday. There may as well be a sign that says "No Moms Allowed" because it was like testosterone village. Of course they loved it. Daddy helped Isaiah with his skateboard, and Daimean rode around with a few friends. It's such a great place for kids to go and just be kids.

Went to the doctor, and when I got on the scale she said, "You're growing... just like the boys!" Then she dropped the smile and said, "And you're not supposed to be." Awwww :( Okay, I get it. Lose some weight. Or get 5 inches taller. So I'm on a diet. This kinda sucks. I want things bc I know I shouldn't have them. Then I get mad for depriving myself. Then I get mad for being weak. Right now, I am totally staying away from my trigger foods. The ones I can't just "have a little" of, it turns into me eating 4 lbs of butter cookies, cake, potato chips. So I'm eating fruits and veggies, which I love, BUT I look longingly at pizza, and burgers :( I also look longingly at size 6 clothes though!

Ugh

I'm sick. This sucks.

Pizza, A Repeat Performance

School started yesterday for me. A panic inducing event. Could I really handle the class load plus everything else in my crazy life? Could I do it well? Are 13-14 hour days going to kill me?
School went well, after the fun game of finding a sitter for the kids at the very last minute. My friend Desiree came through for me (once again1) and monster sat for them. She even provided a pizza dinner. Like most kids, mine LOVE pizza.

At 2am Isaiah woke up and started crying, saying his stomach hurt. He spent half an hour on the toilet and throwing up off the side. Of course he was cold, so I wrapped him in a Star Wars beach towel. It was almost comical, the two of us up in the middle of the night. To take his mind off of his, ahem, predicament, I showed him some LOLcats on my fancy IPhone. We sat there giggling, in the bathroom, until about 2:30. Well, he giggled in between splashing warm pizza vomit all over, but you get my drift. THEN Hubs came home sick at 3am. *sigh*

Thank goodness that when Isaiah was done, he felt better. So good in fact, that he told me a joke, which I will now share as post-puke humor:
Why couldn't the 11 year old see the pirate movie?
It was rated "Arrrrr!"

Yes, lack of sleep has indeed made me delirious.

Destructive Dog = Unhappy Dog Owner

Let's takle a little inventory of all that Ilio has destroyed in the last few weeks.

4 pair of shoes
2 pair of flip flops
2 shirts
1 pair sleep pants
1 wooden slingshot
1 pair of glasses
1 softball
1 teddy bear
3 pair of underwear

I've had it! I'm instituting new dog rules here. He's being demoted in the house heirarchy (as suggested in a training book) and will no longer sleep in my room. He will be confined to the dog room when he is not within my sight. I will buy a muzzle and start walking him more around the neighborhood. I'm not going to let me life be ruled by the dog. I am the master of this domain, dammit!!!