Bad Dreams

Okay, so I am the first to admit that I could never write a book about parenting because, let's face it, kids are totally baffling. So I was really wondering if I went wrong somewhere when tonight my little Ellie prayed that James would have bad dreams. Maybe, it's just me...but I think that's taking April Fools Day a little too far. Who knew Ellie had such a dark sense of humor. I just hope she didn't notice me laughing in the dark....afterall, I really don't want to encourage this type of behavior ;).

What?!

It's finally here...April Fools Day! James has been waiting and planning all week to play an April Fools joke on me, but through my vast April Fools experience I have learned that the best time to play a joke is before the jokee realizes what day it is. That being said, first thing in the morning I jumped gleefully out of bed, and ran with a purposeful panic downstairs to James' room. I paused outside the door to get in character and ran into the room, grabbed his covers and in an urgent voice said, "James, James get up! It's 8:15. You're late for school." Now to the boy's credit he didn't even flinch but flung his covers off the bed, sprang out of bed, and ran out of the room. I called out to him, "James, wait." He obediently came back into the room, a look of determined focus on his face. I looked at him and in my best nah-nah-nah-nah-nah voice I said, "April Fools!" He immediately tackled me with an "I can't believe you got me," and we laughed. Of course, he spent the rest of the morning trying to get me with things like "Ellen's fish (a big yellow rocking fish) is growing!" But to no avail. That's right. Mom-1 James-0.

Bad Hair Day?

Some people have bad hair days. While some people....have James hair days. Three inches of pure mess, combed by his pillow. Unfortunately, NOT dress code.

Results

I received an email today telling me to check my application status. I clicked on the link, entered my password, clicked on results, and read the words "we regret". I did all I could do, I guess it just wasn't meant to be. My only problem now is, what do I do next? If music isn't the right direction, what is?

James was frustrated today about having to dry the dishes. I told him I thought some upbeat music would help him along, to which his reply was: "Crap! that will just slow me down dancing."

Atta Girl Nan!

Today Anna's Activity Day leader encouraged her group of girls to find a way to earn some money to donate to the disaster relief effort in Haiti. Anna took this very seriously and as soon as she came home she began to create a flyer advertising her babysitting services with all the proceeds to be donated to Haiti. Then she made a list of families in our ward that she would feel comfortable sitting for and off we went to deliver. She knocked on each door and presented her flyer as well as a sales pitch., all by herself. WOW! I am so proud of her for being so proactive, and finding a way to serve others....even if she is only eleven years old.

Oops

Okay, so this morning I am on facebook and I see that one of my friends profile pictures is none other than the Wicked Witch of the West (who from here on will be known as WWW). Well, at the exact moment I see the WWW Ellie walks over to my computer, looks at the screen, sees the witch, and asks, "Who is that mommy?" I tell her it's the WWW. Her follow up question is, "What does she sound like mommy?" So of course, in all my brain-deaded wisdom, I cackle the spookiest most convincing WWW cackle ever (I mean it was REALLY good). Immediately I can see this was the wrong choice because I look over to see her terrified face. She begins to bawl her poor little head off. I now have to spend the next 30 minutes apologizing profusely and telling her that witches aren't real (of course she insists they are). In the end I worked it out by explaining that in the end of the Wizard of Oz the WWW gets melted by a bucket of water, and turns into slimy green goo. That seemed to satisfy her fears...for the moment. I sure hope she can sleep tonight. I guess that 'mommy of the year award' is going to pass me over yet again this year. Hopefully she'll block this entire experience out. At least I can laugh about it, right?