October 21, 2009
It’s 6:30 in the morning and I’m sitting on the couch with my cup of coffee. Zach comes hopping into the living room, bright eyed and bushy tailed. He is usually an early riser, but bright eyed he is not. He usually shuffles into the living room, throws himself on the couch and watches cartoons for awhile to wake up. I’m trying to figure out why he is so happy this early in the morning and then it hits me. As soon as he says “I wonder what the tooth fairy put under my pillow? I haven’t looked yet!”, my heart starts pounding so loud I’m sure he can hear it. While my mind is racing through visions of him finding out the tooth fairy doesn’t exsist at the early age of seven and then the domino effect of all that brings (tooth fairy isn’t real, what about Santa? The Easter Bunny?) and then just what a horrible mother I am and all the counseling he is going to have to go through because of this, all I can think to stall him is “Let’s wait until Lilly wakes up and you can look together?” Like the child doesn’t have to do enough things with his little sister, now he can’t even look at his own tooth money by himself. He thought that was a great idea (bless his heart) and I felt my heart start pounding a little slower. Until I realized I didn’t have any cash. Anywhere.
I turned on the cartoons, hoping that he wouldn’t notice me rounding up some change. I snuck into our room and pulled open Mike’s top drawer where he keeps his change. I quietly grabbed a hand full and put it in my robe pocket. After taking a few steps, I again quietly retrieved the money and just held it in my hands. I had never felt so relieved as when I put it safely under his pillow. No notes or fairy dust this time, but it would have to do.
As soon as Lilly woke up, they raced into his room to check it out. Zach was so suprised about the amount of coins under his pillow, he could hardly believe she left that much. “Do you think there’s about five dollars here? I mean, this is ALOT of money mom!” I started eyeing the coins, noticing that there were alot of pennies and not so much silver. Oh boy. “Let’s count it, let’s count it!” they were both saying. Slowly but surely he totaled it up to a whopping “84 cents!”. He sat there confused for a minute as if he were thinking “but it looked like alot.” Thank goodness my sweet boy really is sweet, because he said “Well, it’s ALMOST a dollar!” Super mom I am not (obviously!), but I was sure I could round up enough change to complete a dollar.
At dinner that night, Mike asked him what the tooth fairy had left. Zach said “She left me 84cents but mom gave me enough to make a whole dollar!” I thought Mike was going to choke because he was trying not to laugh. I informed him later that next time he was on fairy duty!
July 31, 2009
PinknCamo is going on vacation for a couple of weeks. While one of those weeks, I’ll actually be on vacation (yeah me!), the other one will be spent updating the site with our new fall products. Meanwhile, you can check out our sale going on right now at our Etsy store. Happy Shopping!
February 4, 2009
On the way to school this morning, Zach and I had the following conversation:
Zach: I wish I didn’t have to go to school.
Me: Why?
Zach: The only thing that’s fun is PE. And, recess. And, lunch. And, music. All the other stuff is hard.
Me: All the other stuff is important too. Like reading and math. Those are things you’ll use your whole life.
Zach: Well what if I don’t understand how to do them?
Me: Ask questions. Ask your teacher. Or bring it home and maybe we can help.
Zach: What if my teacher is wearing her princess crown?
Me: Silent. Silent. More Silence. Are we having the same conversation? Did my son just say his teacher wore a princess crown? Finally, Your teacher wears a princess crown?
Zach: Yes. When she wears it you can’t ask her any questions.
Me: Silent. Silent. More Silence. Mentally picturing his teacher wearing the crown. Mentally picturing the kids watching her wear the crown. Wondering why it would take my son half of the school year to tell me his teacher wears a crown. Isn’t that something you come home and share the first day?! I finally pull myself away from the ramblings inside my head and announce … I’m getting a princess crown!
December 15, 2008
This traumatizing and sad event is a little hard to read, don’t say I didn’t warn you. It all started after Zach’s birthday, we were finishing dinner and about to serve left over birthday cake for dessert. Zach had cleaned his plate, but Lilly was still lingering over a mostly full one. Amist listening to Zach tell us each and every detail from the day and asking Lilly to quit putting her chubby foot on the table, we kept reminding Lilly that if she didn’t eat her food, she couldn’t have any cake.
By now you can probably tell where this story is going. Lilly did not finish her chicken and so there for….dun, dun, dunnaaaa…..Daddy said “NO CAKE.” I believe these two words were the most heart breaking sounds she had ever heard. Very traumatizing for two reasons, one Daddy would say NO, and two the word CAKE would follow. At least every other day, if not EVERY day she will furrow her eyebrows together in a very sad way and tell me “Daddy say no caaaak.” When I ask her why Daddy said “no caaaak”, she says with a BIG grin on her face, “I not eat my chicken!”
Surely one day she will be able to close this traumatic, cake denied chapter of her life. She does have her own birthday coming up so there is hope. Until then, every time she hears the word “no” or “cake” or we are just driving down the road watching the cows staring at us, she will say “Daddy, say no caaaaak.” Heartbreaking.