I'll be in my
It's 3:45pm so I know Hubby isn't home.
I vaguely remember setting the 'at home' setting on the alarm, so a burglar isn't talking to my 15 year old.
I shake the cobwebs from my brain and realize yes, that is the deep, hormonal, very masculine voice of my 12 year old son.
That very son who is inching taller over me more and more every day.
That very son who at 2am wakes me from my slumber to again assume a burglar is in our home, but it's really my boy rummaging through our refrigerator.
I don't know if he went to bed and woke hungry or hadn't hit the pillow yet.
That boy has never gone to bed early since infancy.
Just a size and a half away from wearing dad's shoes, this boy is becoming a man.
It's pretty weird for me.
Being a girl and all, I know all the girl changes DQ has gone through and this is more Hubs' territory.
Clothes are now purchased in the men's department.
Socks are smelling pretty rank these days, pits aren't nature's bliss either.
Luckily, the sophomore is giving him skin tips and he's showering regularly, so he's staying pretty hygienic.
He's also in junior high now, and that means he wants to do something I've never let any of the kids do...walk home from school with friends.
This is a toughie letting go of control for sure.
My job as a work at home mom is that I'm available for the kids.
I pick them up from school.
Now the elementary school was two blocks away.
I didn't let them walk...well except for that ONE TIME HE WILL NEVER LET ME LIVE DOWN.
The junior high is over a mile away.
Needless to say, I stalked him on day one....and possibly day 3.
But, he made it home on those days WITHOUT A CELL PHONE as he's now begging for.
Oh these milestones and this growing up thing is just going too fast I tell ya.
I'm aging faster than my hair dye purchases can keep up with.
It's hard letting go.
I mean who stole my babies and replaced them with big kids?
Only because she's leaning toward the camera does DQ look taller than My Boy. In fact they are now the same height.
The very height that is 2 inches taller than their mom.
I'm thinking of giving K coffee for the rest of her life so I can remain taller than one child!
The kids hit another milestone too, one at each level of school, elementary, jr high, and second year high school.
That means big brother isn't walking little sister to my car anymore after school.
Which means the dreaded school pickup line.
In that line today I saw cops stopping stupid people doing stupid car pickup line stuff.
I saw people not holding kids' hands walking through the parking lot not around it.
I saw people getting out of their cars to let their kids in while parked in front of the sign that says "DON'T GET OUT OF YOUR CAR!"
It stresses me out.
As I got closer to picking up my baby I scanned the teachers on that dreadful pickup/car line yard duty.
DQ's first grade teacher, My Boy's 3rd and 5th grade instructors....
I got melancholy that they both are too old for K-6 and that little K is my last baby to go to the very school I attended Kindgergarten in.
I got that twingey feeling like I was going to cry.
Time is moving too fast.
I got a call from the high school that my Sophomore can take the practice SAT this year.
Because next year she will start applying to college.
*pulling the needle off a record sound*
That's where I met my now husband.
The father of the kids in that photo up there.
I hear my son is talking about girls.
And not tattling-on-his-sisters-type talking.
K is reading Junie B Jones books to herself and laughing just like her sister did just
I'm dying my hair like every four weeks now.
They're growing up.
And, I'm growing....grey.
In 10 days I will officially have a 10th grader, a 7th grader, and a 2nd grader.
DQ keeps reminding me how she'll be graduated from high school in 3 years and then I stick my fingers in my ears and say LALALALALALALA really loud and run out of the room.
My son is heading to junior high in which I may pin a spy camera on him and if anyone tries to bully him, I'll drive right over to that campus and give them a piece of my mind.
Oh and K and I are headed to Kauai next week...more on that later.
So I'm bringing
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It actually started with crying about how sore her wiggly tooth was.
Then the blood came.
Then more tears.
Then the tissue paper wad was soaked with bright red and my little K was not loving it.
She walked into my room and said, "mom, I'm shaky."
I looked at her and realized she was pale.
"I don't like blood."
I don't either honey. Do you feel okay?
"I think I want to throw up."
Okay, do it in the bathroom!
We raced in and she sat down on the floor.
I immediately remembered when my son passed out.
K was mesmorized and frightened by the bloody tissue and I thought she is going to faint.
I grabbed it and flushed it down and told her to relax.
Maybe we should pull out the tooth and be done with it...
"NO! That will hurt!"
The color was coming back to her face and with a couple of tugs on her own, K had the tooth in her hand and her gummy smile was such a relief!
"Let's get donuts to celebrate!"
Well thank goodness for the change in her behavior.
I hope this fear doesn't pop up every time, because two more of her teeth are loose.
I'm thinking pureed ham for her this Sunday.
Sing along with me..."All I want for Easter is my 2 Front Teeth!"
Ever since I turned 40, I've been sick.
The flu for a week.
Now, bronchitis. For the last week and a half.
Thank god my mammogram report came back normal or I would have thought that this over the hill thing was going to bury me under it.
I already had to cancel a trip to Lake Tahoe, that was tough.
The kids looked forward to snow and lots of it!
We looked forward to a Lake Tahoe winter
My doctor said, "are you kidding, do you want pneumonia?" Thanks bronchitis.
Second round of antibiotics, and inhaler, cough meds with codeine, and now Prednisone.
Steroids...yeah well they say you won't sleep, you will eat a ton, and you'll get puffy.
Sounds like a super solution to my current ailment.
What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger right?
Well, then I should be hitting homeruns in no time.
So many things to look forward to in the upcoming months, I don't have time to be sick anymore.
So do you hear that body?
I know you're all "ooh I'm forty now, I'm going to slough off and get squishy, take that Jen."
You know what body...that's not cool.
I'm going to beat this and I'm going to take care of you and you'll see, you'll be stronger than ever.
You're going to try and get all Honey BooBoo Mom's CHINS on me, and I'm going be all...I don't think so, I'm going to do chin exercises so take that!Hmm.
I better check the side-effects of all those drugs.
A trip to Vegas with my honey, a limo ride wine tasting with friends, dinner and dancing until the wee hours....
THEN the flu hit me.
I thought I was sore and tired from dancing and the wine.
Nope, fever set in and the aches continued.
Then the fever went away and came back for days...through my actual birthday last Wednesday.
That night my mom had planned a dinner out.
I had a 101 fever.
Originally she planned a surprise party then told me about it because she was cancelling it. This because I had planned my own event the weekend before.
Nonetheless, it was going to be the five of us and my parents.
I nearly called to cancel at the last minute and begged my hubby and DQ to tell me if there was any last minute surprises I should expect.
No and nope were the answers.
I barely did my hair, dressed shabbily and headed out the door. I was cold and tired and I'm sure the bags under my eyes could contain my wardrobe.
We walk into the restaurant and are led to the "side room" where larger than 7 people events are held.
I KNEW it, and I looked and felt like crap, and the doors opened to SURPRISE and photo flashes that immediately made my head throb.
Oh the sweetness though of the thought and preparation that my mom and my oldest put into a Hawaii-themed (LOVE) surprise party for me!!
Friends and family hugged though I warned them of my plague.
The night was fun, the food fab, the friends and family the best.
By the end of the night I was feeling better and I passed out when I got home.
It wasn't until Friday where the fever was all gone, and I felt semi-human again.
Now for Monday...
My first mammogram ever and I'm terrified.
Not of the procedure, but of the wait for the results.
My aunt (mom's sister) passed from breast cancer at age 39 back in 1966.
This growing old thing...tiring and scary.
Sometimes I want to be 20 again.
It's birthday week for K and I.
Well more for K, I tend to spend about 3 birthday MONTHS celebrating all that is me.
And, yes I totally deserve it.
That's what my hubby says.
And, I believe everything he says.
He's like the internet, he never lies.
So after the plethora of baseball meetings that are totally cramping my reality TV plans during the evenings this week, the weekend is TIME TO PARTY!
First, it will be all Lalaloopsy up in here with probably close to 400 hundred kids coming to celebrate K's SEVENTH birthday.
Okay, so I invited about 25 kids, and you
Nope, not our parties, we invite 25 and 40 come. I'm not sure how that happens, but siblings of kids and neighbors, and even teachers from the school show up. It's a mad house of fun.
To boot, we ordered a jumphouse..and not the box-ed in, dog-pile, WWF kind, it's a SLIDE.
It's going to be like Wipeout for kids.
Just add the 35% chance of rain and all hell may just break loose.
I don't know how many more kiddie parties I'm allowed but if this is the last one, they we're going out with a bang.
So then after they deflate the slide and pull the last kid off the plastic, it's my party!
Myself and 13 others are going to stack ourselves into a limo like I did back 3 years ago,
http://www.themomjen.com/2010/02/duh-nuh-nuh-na-nuh-nuh-they-say-its-my.html and we're going wine tasting then to dinner!
OOH it's going to be fun and crazy, and wild and fun.
Did I mention I'm turning 40!
I'm going to try not to take a turn at the jump slide because I can already forsee a broken hip.
BUT, if that slide is still there after wine tasting, anything can happen!