Broken Heart

This past weekend we went to Mesquite for a little vacation with my family. The condo that we stayed in didn't allow pets, so we had to board our dog Lucky. This was very hard on the kids for some reason. Yes, I felt bad having to leave her, but I was more excited about the break I was going to get from her.

As we were walking her into the Vet's, Tan looked at me and said, "Mom I have a crack in my heart." I asked why trying not to laugh because he was so serious. He replied, "My heart is breaking that we have to leave Lucky." Well that makes perfect sense. Of course your heart will have a crack if it's breaking, so I told him to give Lucky a big hug so that his heart can feel better.

Three days later we went to pick her up. As we were walking in the exact same spot as before Tan looked at me and said, "Mom, my heart is turning from black to red. It's not broken anymore." So there you have it. If you love your pet enough, your heart will crack when you leave it, and may even turn black, but you can always pick them up and heal your heart right back up.

Thank you Lucky for always making our hearts feel good no matter what you do!

The Phone Call

Yesterday it happened; I got the phone call that every parent dreads when they put their kids into school. The phone call from..... the teacher! This particular teacher called as soon as school got out and my immediate thought was that my child had gotten sick at school. NOPE! My sweet, lovable, melt you with one look Tanner was flipping people off at school. She told me what happened and explained that the only reason she was calling was to let me know that Tan was upset. So I hurried and called Chad to ask him what the punishment was going to be. After his shock, he said that crying in front of your kindergarten class was punishment enough for the kid. That is a typical boy response. Well, I was going to take care of this and I was all set to get mad, and then he stepped off the bus. One look at his face and I felt so bad for him. His eyes were red and puffy and he was trying to pretend that nothing was wrong.

As soon as I took him into his room to talk to him the tears started all over again. His story was he was flipping himself off. HUH? How and why do you flip yourself off? Do you get satisfaction from flipping yourself off as you would say someone who was bugging you? I will never know because I could not ask the questions. I had to send him on his way before I laughed at the situation. I always thought that I would get the teacher call because my children were amazing and they just had to call to tell me! Instead my child goes around flipping himself off. I guess it could have been worse and he could have been flipping his teacher off. Thank goodness for small blessings!

Potty Mouth

We have a problem in our house. We use bad words all the time. Me and Chad say them to each other, we say them to the kids, and they same them to everyone. In fact, my dad has requested that if we say these words upstairs we owe him a dollar.

What are these words you ask? Here goes: nerd, dork and duff. Yes, I know that these aren't the most loving words. I can't help myself though. They just come out and I can't stop myself. Sometimes I can think of no other word to describe what my children are at that moment. Sometimes I think they are nerds, and I think Chad is a big dork a lot of the times. I don't know how to stop.

And then I realized why I do this. My mother used to call me a butthead when I was little. Yes, you heard me, a butthead. She swears she would never say such a thing, but you can ask my sister's and they will agree. My brother has no recollection, but this is coming from a guy whose nickname growing up was "BG booger butt." So of course he wouldn't remember me being called butthead, he was to busy trying to shake off his own nickname.

Now I think I turned out semi-normal after all the abuse I had to endure.(HE HE). So I am hoping that my kids will turn out just fine with all the loving nicknames that they have to overcome. Let's face it: with me being their mother they are going to have to endure a lot more than some potty words I use to describe them. PK will always have to live down the other nickname he has: Parker Poopers!