Dance Like No One Is Watching

I got to do something this weekend!  It was awesome!  I became a licensed Zumba instructor!  Woot!

I have been going to a Zumba class at the Y and I really like it, but I don't like the time.  It is in the evening.  Since that seems to be the only time Supremo is home I have a hard time justifying going.  Solution, maybe I could do my own class at a time that works for me.

I went down with a lady from church and would you believe it, when we got there,  I was sick.  Nausea.  Bad nausea.  I went to bed at 8 hoping that I could sleep it off.  No such luck.  Thankfully I didn't heave my guts.  The day of the training I felt nasty up until the end.  It was fun, but would have been much better if I didn't keep stepping out to go to the bathroom.  Still no throwing up.  Phew!

Now I just get to practice some dances so I can begin my own class.  I can't wait!

'cause Ya Had A Bad Day

Yesterday was my bad day.  It started at 2 am when I whacked my elbow on the door.  Typical Green Momster move.  I hit it so hard that it hurt all night and the rest of the day.  I should have known to stay in bed after that.
Later that morning I was taking a piece of my little shark vacuum down my 3 little wood stairs when I lost my balance and slipped.  I am sure it looked like this at about the 21 second mark. Feel free to continue to watch the clip or just stop after that one scene.

 

 I sat and cried at the bottom of the stairs.  T-bug climbed down to the last step and just laughed at me.
I am so sore today and have some lovely purple bruises.  I do not recommend doing this on a regular basis.  Not fun.

A Whole Lot Of...

I has been a busy month.  Harvest.  Which should finish today. (Fingers crossed!) School.  Sickness.  Holy smokes.  And I have tried to cut back on my computer time.  I went 3 whole days without logging on!  Woot!  A record that hasn't happened in a long time.

We take donuts out the the boys during harvest.  This time we had lots of friends come with us to ride tractors and just play in the dirt.  It was great.  The Diva with her best friend.  These two are hysterical in nursery class at church.  They always have to sit next to each other.  So fun!

 A game of tag.

 Too much room to run!

On to other things.  The chief is so creative.  He just grabbed this box and started cutting it out.  This is his transformer outfit.  I love it.

 The noodle has really taken to cooking. (Especially if it is a dessert!)  He is always asking to help me.  Here he is making no bake cookies.  They were delicious!

12 Meses

What a whirlwind this month has been.  Not only are the photos of T-bugs first birthday on my camera that still isn't cooperating, but we are back in full swing with school.  The Diva took this photo with the ipod and I thought it was so cute!

 Stats for this month - I don't remember, but he is in roughly the 35% for height and weight, and 75% head circumference.

 Here he is sporting a new shirt and the stuffed elephant he got for his birthday.  He loves the elephant that we have named Orson.  We are trying to get rid of the pacifier so Orson is a sentsy buddy with the smell of Red Candy Apple.  I am hoping that T-bug will associate the smell with comfort and go to bed with just the animal and not the B. He is starting to take Orson everywhere.

This little boy loves to party!  Dance party!  So cute to watch him groove.  One thing I have noticed recently.  He doesn't jump.  I know what you are thinking.  'Not all one year olds jump,' but mine usually do.  Not even in his crib.  He just stands and yells 'Ma' when he wants me.  He just added 'No' to his arsenal of words.  Also 'Hi' and 'Yes.'  He is so darn cute.  I can't even stand it most days.  He loves his dad, but he loves his mom more.  He is my one and only cuddler.(I don't think that is a word, but oh well.)  I am adjusting to that and finding that I quite like it.  He loves to empty out the kids drawer in the kitchen.  It has all the cups, plates, etc that are unbreakable.  He loves to be held, just so he can see what is going on.  Lot of times he will push my legs until I pick him up.  He has me figured out.  What a fun year it has been with this little guy!

Did You Ever?

Back when I was a little girl we had a vacuum.  It sort of looked like a brown version of R2D2.  My sister and I named it Vaydee. (Or maybe I named it that.  I have been known to do that sort of thing.)  Anyway, it was so cool.  You would fill the bottom with water and when you were done, you would dump the dirty water in the toilet.  Awesome!!!

One of my favorite memories of old Vaydee is when we would to our hair with it.  Suck it in and pull it out.  It gave us some amazing hair.  So the other day I was in stitches when The Diva started doing it.

Ahhh!  Good times, good memories!

Dangerous

I want to refer you to a post that happened last year.  It is called Much ado about...  It talks about the grace and poise I have since becoming a mom.  It is a lovely post about a lovely little Diva.  Yesterday, it happened again.  My poor girl who inherited my fabulous coordination.

We were walking home from school.  We have loved living closer to the school and get two walks in a day now.  It is great.  The Diva decided she was going to run, and run she did.  There and back.  We were less than a block away from the house when the sidewalk decided to reach up and grab her.  She had so much momentum she totally missed her knees and totally hit her mouth.  Blood everywhere, and screaming. (Not from me, although I wanted to.)  Her teeth we knocked back and up a bit.  Another trip to the dentist, and we just get to wait it out again.  Oh sweet Diva.

This was yesterday after it happened.

 Still willing to smile

 This is the day after.  If you look close you can see the dark gums.

Sorry for the not so great pics.  Still having issues with the camera, and the ipod is the next closest thing I can do.

Scary Phone Call

There are many phone calls that you don't want to receive.  Like robo calls, telemarketers, or even someone from your past that you don't want to talk to.  Well I got a phone call yesterday that make my heart sink.

Hello-  This is the principal.  The Chief is not in class.  (I knew he was at school because I personally dropped him off.)  He went to his first two classes, but was marked absent.  We are checking the bathrooms, but we think he went home.

WHAT?????

Okay so I didn't say that and yell it at the principal, but I wanted to.  I told him I would go home and check.  I wasn't home at the time.

I got home and he wasn't there.  I went down the walking route we take and he wasn't there.  I was praying 'Please let my little boy be okay.'  I was just about to make another pass down the route we walk and I got a call.  We found him.  He's back at school.  Phew.

I went to the school and we chatted with the principal who was great about the whole thing.  Chief decided that he didn't like his reading class.  (He is in a really advanced group again.)  Then we got to chat with his reading teacher and everything was okay.

He went to class today and had a great time, hopefully a peek at things to come.

I hope I never get a call like that again.  I just love this boy.