My kid is almost a second grader. Her first year of all day school is practically over. She asked me how many more years until college. I don't know what she thinks college is, or why she wants to be there so soon? Maybe we need to challenge her more. Thankfully, first grade was survivable. . . for me. I think that means it will be easier come next school year.
I called for Dave to come and help me with something in the garage. Jovey jumped up and said, 'Mom, I help. I strong.' Then she showed me her impressive muscles and carried her crib parts to load in the car all by herself. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I needed her Daddy cause he was tall, and he could reach something I could not. I think he appreciated Jovey assuming I was calling for muscles as well.
The new garage door to the backyard is working out fabulously. We spring cleaned our garage last weekend and I am loving the feeling of less crap in there. My Halloween stores are impressive though, and may need to be pared down soon. The orange lids are taking over. It appears we don't celebrate any other holiday.
I found a big tupper of winter coats and snowboarding supplies in the garage. That thing hadn't been opened in a lonnnnnggg time. Do I need to keep it? I plan on never wearing a winter coat again. It's my goal in life. I hate saving stuff that undermines my goals. ;)
Dave's on a upgrade kick. . . with the house. He thinks we need more rock on the front of our house. I agree, it would look nice, but it's not a need. We keep going back and forth on whether or not we'll move to a bigger house. Right now, we're thinking stay here and have Dave go part time sooner. That sounds nicer than cleaning more of a house anyway. Ok, rock it is then.
I finished our 2014 scrapbook. yeah. I'm glad I have them, but I really wish I could come up with a different way to do it. No epiphanies on that one yet. I bought a little album that was advertised to hold polaroids, yeah but it doesn't. Nothing fits in it. So sad and frustrating. Now I don't know where to put my polaroids. I may have to stop taking them cause they are piling up. Boo.
Jovey thinks her bed is the same as her crib. When she wakes up she yells for us to come and get her. She won't come out of her room on her own. I don't know. I don't want to clue her in to her freedom yet, so we're just going with it.
A friend of mine died last month and I don't know how to move past the denial stage. The thing with suicide is that it leaves so many questions. Even if I had the answers I don't think it would help me move past denial. I don't believe she's gone yet. I just talked to her that week and she told me about a dresser she refurbished and loved but traded to a friend for blonde hair. She was funny. I wish she would have talked to me about what was really going on instead. I want to be a better listener. Maybe that's how I'll get past denial.
I don't like updating the blog with sad things, but I just felt I had to type that to get it out of my head. It's hard to mourn things with little kids. You don't want to upset your kids with problems that are not theirs. Especially my Miley, who is tenderhearted. She bawled on Sunday when they put in a new primary presidency, because the president was moving. She's my sweetheart. I really need a bubble for her. ;) We've been preparing her for the end of the school year for weeks now. Hopefully that helps her not to meltdown like she did at Kindergarten graduation. We will appreciate your prayers when she becomes a teenager. ;)
My front yard is all plants, and they are in control of it now. I think it's time to take some out. Our jungle is getting thick, thanks to the fertilizing. I think I'm going to cut out an oleander and a rosebush to start with.
Yeah, those plants I bought from Costco, well they're still alive. I repotted them and gave the responsibility of caring for them to Miley. That way I'll feel less bad when they don't make it. It won't be by my hands directly. Fingers crossed for them.
I'm ready to paint every room in my house now. I think this spring weather is really doing a number on us. We want to change and clean everything up. After painting the garage and it's ceiling you'd think I'd be very much against doing any more, but surprisingly that isn't the case. I think the paint fumes damaged me. Or maybe we'll leave for a week and have someone else paint the entire house. Yeah, that sounds better. Well at least maybe I'll get our front door painted. I wonder if the HOA will freak when I don't ask them to paint it red. ;)
Miley has been practicing her handstands for months now, and I can see progress. I am now no longer afraid to see her perform at her gymnastics showcase this month. I really needed that bubble for her last time around. This time, I don't think I'll need my fingers crossed as intensely. My girl has a talent for falling. But not this time, positive thoughts will work.
Jovey gave up on potty training. Yeah, she's a quitter. I don't know why, but she decided that she doesn't want to pee in the potty anymore. Not interested. Her exact words were, 'no way.' Even for stickers and a big bike. Nope, doesn't care. She's over it. Stinker. At least she didn't give up on #2. Then we'd have to have words.
If you ask Jo where she was born, she says, 'Opia'. Close enough. If you ask her to do something she says, 'I promisss, Mom.' In the car she's an expert back seat driver, constantly yelling at you to go, and the other cars to get out of the way. She yells out 'popeye' at random while we're driving, and then says, 'oh yeah, I win.' She really wants to win that game. And whatever else you say to anyone, she repeats the last phrase. We all have the cutest little echo.
