Slacker

I've been a bit of a blog slacker this week. Not that there haven't been very exciting things going on---let's see, I could talk about pink pee or cat puke or baking cakes. Enticing, eh?

Pink pee--Emma had an accident at school this week and another one at home later that afternoon. When I went to help her clean up, I noticed her pee was pink. Not good. So that was a trip after 5:30 pm to the doctor, Target, and Panera. (Hey, you gotta eat when you've been out with the kids and don't get home until 7:45 pm). She is doing better now.

Cat puke--the cat decided he wasn't causing enough trouble, so he started puking all over the house. Lovely. That spurred a vet visit, which he was none too happy about. He showed his displeasure by putting a hole through one of my favorite shirts with his claws. "I'll show her!" he says. Of course the vet didn't have much useful information except feed him less and think about spending $170 to run a bunch of test to tell us nothing (most likely).

Baking cakes--the school carnival is tomorrow and the kindergarten parents are asked to bring a cake for the cake walk. Way to start them off in their first year of contributing--make them bring cake. Other grades get to bring 2 liters of pop. Easy peasy. You can buy a cake and even have it delivered to the school so all you have to do is make a phone call, but when you are the Queen of Cakes, you make one. My oven is pre-heating as I type.

I have a list of things to get done today. Better get crack-a-lackin'!

Too smart

I never realized what life is like once your child starts reading. Yes, its exciting--but also funny at times (and TMI at times). This past weekend we were at my parents and Emma was sitting at the table eating a bowl of chocolatey delight Special K. She was looking at the box and says, "I can drop two jean sizes in two weeks!" My mom and I just busted out laughing. I'm hoping Special K isn't marketing that promotion toward 5 year olds, but she is too smart for her own good sometimes. We had to tell her that if she did drop two jean sizes, she would be wearing the same size as Leah.

I know she is "advanced" for her age as far as reading goes, but it runs in the family. I know I was reading by kindergarten and even remember reading out loud to my class at story time. I'm pretty sure hubby was reading by that age, too.

The other day Emma came home and said that her teacher was doing reading testing to see what level they would be in. I asked her what kind of words she read and her response was, "Well, I kinda got stuck on conscious" Okay then. She ended up in reading level "M", whatever that means.

We have a TV upstairs that automatically turns the closed captioning on if you 'mute' the sound. Hubby was watching TV out there when the girls came to tell him good-night. He hit 'mute' so he could talk to them, so while he was telling Leah good-night, Emma was reading the captioning out loud. Good thing he was only watching "America's Funniest Home Vidoes" and not some foul-mouthed movie on HBO.

Only 5 more years

until the next reunion. Overall it was a good time, about 1/3 of our class was back. Stayed out until 1am. Drank more than I have in a long time (and even at that it was only 2 glasses of wine and a mixed drink--I'm a lightweight drinker!)

Observations from the class reunion:

• I should've worked harder at losing weight. Almost everyone else was skinny. Damn.
• The DJ was too loud. That shows my age.
• The people with 4 kids helped average out the people with no kids.
• There two couples there that were HS sweethearts, still together. Another couple from our class got married somewhere between our 5 and 10 year reunions. There have also been the usual number of divorces/out-of-wedlock children/cougar dating.
• The husbands that got drug to the reunion were pretty good sports, especially mine. He even got a poker game going for a little while with the other deserted dh's.
• Some people were probably hurting the next morning--hubby said he saw quite a few liquor bottles being emptied at the bar.
• You may not want to show some spouses pictures of their hubbies kissing other girls in 8th grade, especially after spouses have had a few drinks.
• Its easier to talk to boys in your class when you are 15 years older and all have families of your own.

I got to see my BFF from HS and it was great. We talk every once in awhile, but if we do get together we can talk like no time has passed. We were supporting each other in our lack of weight loss/apparent weight gain from HS. Man, I saw some pictures from prom and stuff my junior year where I was a complete stick (and my BFF was always smaller than me!) Those were the days. We had to laugh that we both showed up in leopard print shoes--I guess we are still alike in some ways.

Everyone in our house is trying to recover from the lack of sleep over the weekend. The girls had a great time at Grandma & Grandpa's house, but they didn't get to bed too early. Six-thirty came too soon this morning. At least Leah slept in!

A trip down memory lane

Ah, high school--fifteen years ago (actually more like 16, since technically in the fall 15 years ago I was in college--but you get the picture). I went to half of the homecoming football game last night and found a few classmates there. I had actually dug up some old sweatshirts/windbreakers from high school and went "retro" to the game. Nothing says old like wearing a cheerleading coat with '93' on it! Kids were walking around with jackets proclaiming "Class of 2012". Yikes.

It was fun to see old classmates, we even went to the bar and had some beers (about one each, it was all us old fogies could handle). We brought up all of our classmates and played "where are they now?" Luckily the person who sent out e-mails/invites was there and gave us the updates she had heard. We talked about old boyfriends, rowdy parties, and even went back to reminiscing about grade school. We were a small class and pretty much all grew up together.

This morning a group of us met so the kids could play together. Before I left, I dug out a couple boxes of things my mom had saved and found some great pictures--mostly of prom/formal but also some from junior high. We had great laughs about the bad hair, the bad clothes, the bad eyebrows (we didn't learn until college about the benefits of waxing). At least we were all in the same boat together! And it was the early 90's after all--we all thought we were so cool. If I had the patience, I would scan some pictures so my internet friends could have a good laugh.

So tonight is the "big" event--social time/taco bar at the country club and DJ entertainment to follow. I can't wait. ;) All of us who were together this morning were saying, "Not to be all high school, but what are you wearing?" Some things never change.

I was right!

Maybe I should take a trip to Vegas soon, I seem to be on a roll! I had guessed that the baby would come 10/1. The baby came 10/1. I felt all along that it was a girl. She was a girl. I was only a few ounces off on the weight, too. After their last ultrasound predicted the baby to be 10 lbs 3 oz, I said she would be 10 lbs 1 oz. She was 10 lbs 6.5 oz.

Remember what I said about my sister being spoiled? Well, spoil away--she deserves some nice jewelry after having to deliver a 10 1/2 lb baby naturally. I talked to her last night and she seemed to be doing well, although she may still have been high on drugs and adreneline.

I'm still awaiting pictures of the baby. Geez people, this is 2008. I should've been e-mailed a picture by phone as soon as that baby was cleaned up! What good is your silly super-expensive phone that can do everything if you don't use it, BIL? Get me some pictures! With a laptop, camera, camera phone and everything else available to you at your fingertips you have no excuse (except "We didn't bring the cord for the camera"--still, there are other ways).

Welcome to the world, Maren Audrey.

"I'm coming!"

Today is the day! This was a picture from yesterday, can't you tell he/she is ready to come quietly into the world? Ha!

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