Pay it Forward!

Pay it Forward!

How it works: The FIRST THREE people to leave a comment on this post will receive at some point during this year a handmade gift from me. What it will be and when it will arrive will be a total surprise--to both of us.The CATCH is that YOU MUST PLAY TOO! Before you leave your comment here, write a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going (you can cut and paste these instructions). Then come back and let me know that you are going to play, and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift. It's THAT easy!Remember, only the FIRST THREE comments will qualify. Good luck!

There's good probability that Terry loves his mom

Terry has entered that tween stage where his mom is no longer very cool. Okay, not that I am saying I USED to be totally cool to him, but I'm definitely more of a liability than an asset now. He constantly rolls his eyes at me.

So today Terry said he had very little homework to do. In fact, he only had one math worksheet. The worksheet asked him to define the term "probability" and give an example of it. Then he was to ask one of his parents to define probability and give an example. Well, being a great example of how to get your homework done quickly, I peeked at his answer and wrote down the same thing...

"Probability is the chance that something will happen."

My example that I wrote on his homework for him to turn in tomorrow...

"The probability that Terry has the coolest mom in the world is about 100%." :)

His eyes are rolling yet again.

Bob and His Toothache

Zach had the assignment to write a short story for school. He insisted that a short story only needs to be 2-3 paragraphs. He had picked the topic of "a shark that has a toothache." Here is Zach's story that came out of it...with only a very little bit of help from Mom. :)

Bob and His Toothache

Once upon a time there was a shark named Bob. One day Bob was swimming and his tooth began to ache. Bob knew exactly which of his many teeth were hurting, but he didn't know what to do.

Bob decided to ask a clown fish for help. The clown fish tried to make Bob laugh the tooth out. It didn't work. He asked the octopus for help. The octopus tried to pull the tooth out using all eight legs. It didn't work.

Bob was very sad that nobody could help. Just then Bob ran into a big, fat, sleeping whale and his tooth came out! Bob put it under his pillow and that night the tooth fish brought him a sand dollar.

The end!

Mom, what is that???

I have failed as a homemaker. This morning Terry wanted me to help him iron a shirt and some pants to wear to school today. He had a "job interview" at school for an upcoming activity they are doing and he wanted to look nice. So he pulled out the ironing board and the iron. I went down to the laundry room to help him, and Zach (the 8-year-old) followed me down. Zach looked at me, looked at what I was doing, looked back and said "what is that Mom?" I replied "the iron." Zach replied "what does it do?" Apparently the only time Zach has actually seen the iron in action is when we use it to melt little craft beads together to make cool designs. Let's hope he finds himself a woman that can iron. Either that or his dad is going to have to give him lessons...he sure isn't going to learn it from me.

My daughter may very well become my BFF!

So Friday night Doug was flying home from the conference he was at in California. He needed me to pick him up from the airport, but it was late. So I let Terry babysit, told them they could finish their movie, and then he had to get them all to bed. Trevian was asleep when we got home.

The next morning, Trev came in and woke us up. She said "Mom, where were you last night?" I said "I went to get Dad from the airport." She said "Oh, I thought you were gone SHOPPING!" I laughed and said "no, not that late at night." To which she responded, "oh good. Because I was gonna be REALLY MAD if you went to the mall without me!"

Ah...we were meant to be together! :)