I Had A Dream

I had a dream.  And like most dreams, it was weird.  You know how dreams tend to mesh different areas of your life into totally awkward events.  Well, that's pretty much what happened here. 

I will also start by saying that I often have recurring dreams.  Like a ton of them.  It  probably means I'm slightly mental.  Big shocker there.  I dream I can fly.  I dream about gymnastics CONSTANTLY!  I have a scary dentist dream from my childhood.  Another one about someone robbing our grocery store when I was little.  Seriously, it's annoying. 

But anyway, one of my recurring dreams is that I have to start attending Gallatin High School in the middle of the school year and I have no idea what to do.  I don't know where my classes are.  I don't know what time lunch starts.  I can't find my locker.  On and on.  It's funny to me because had I graduated in my home town of Gallatin I would have made somewhere around the 30th student in our graduating class.  But instead I moved away from home to do gymnastics and attended Raytown High School where we had over 300 kids in our graduating class.  RHS vs. GHS.....and attending GHS is what makes me anxious enough to have recurring dreams?  Whatever.  Like I said, I'm one foot in the loony bin anyway.

Another thing that I should preface this dream with is that Jeremy is currently working for his Uncle Kent in a bike building assembly business for Wal-mart.  Therefore, he and Kent talk about 25 times a day.  Sometimes I think they are texting each other while talking to each other on the phone.  So basically Kent has emerged as an important person in our life these last few months and he is rewarded with a bit part in the dream.  I am sure he is pleased. 

Soooo....the dream:  It's morning in G-town.  First day of 12th grade.  Time for ol' Gwennie to catch the bus.  Well, lookie here.  Who is driving the bus?  It's Kent.  (I guess there were not any bikes to build that day).  He pulls up in front of 708 (my childhood home) and honks the horn for me to hurry up.....because that's what bus drivers did when I was young.  So I hop on the bus and guess who else is there?  Kent's wife, Debbie.  Apparently in dreamland she rides the bus as some sort of Bus Mother to keep the kids in line.
Dangit!  I forgot to bring Justin for his first day of Kindergarten!  (the anxiety of getting him signed up for Kindergarten is clearly weighing on me.)   I was completely stressed out that I am a horrible mother and he is missing his first day of Kindergarten.  So as we pulled into Covel D. Searcy Elementary school to drop off the elementary kids I shouted at Mrs. Houghton to ask when Kindergarten starts.  She checked for me and it didn't start until tomorrow.

Whew!!!  (Anxiety much?)

The Fish Weren't Biting

Well, it's March 18th.  Mid-March in Missouri is usually quite cool.  An occasional snow storm, maybe some thunderstorms or God forbid tornadoes.  But we have experienced some unusually warm weather this March.  Several days in the 80's this week. 

Today we went to Mimi and Pappaw's house.  It was a nice afternoon to fish.  But the fish weren't biting.  So what better to do than start dipping our toes into the ice cold lake water!

and then a little more than our toes...a little splashing around!

And then what the heck.....why not just enjoy ourselves!

and if that isn't enough, why not just pour some water ON ourselves!

This continued on with all of the kids pouring ice cold water on themselves and each other.  Fortunately no one asked to start this years first cannonball contest.  Regardless, Mandi and I figured we better draw straws on who will stay home with 5 sick kids this week....but what the heck...they enjoyed it!! 

HELLO LAKE SEASON!!!!!

ps.  Ellie, we forbid you to get into the water until at least June! 





Back to Blogging

What better way to get back into blogging by than simply repeating the hilarious things I hear in my house every day.  Instead of trying to draw out my own creativity I will rely on the best two imaginations I know: Justin and Leo. 

I am loving having a 3 year old and soon to be 5 year old.  Most days.  Lately they have been even funnier than usual and I wish I had more time to blog all of their funny moments, but I do have a full time job that takes up a good bit of my time these days.

Leo is getting more animated by the minute.  Despite his tendency to be a teensy bit high strung, he is cracking us up on a daily basis.  His thoughts come in jumbled, hard to understand, erratic, squished together sentences.  For example tonight he ran up the stairs to give me the following burst of info "I need my monkey pajamas, can I have some bubble gum, can I watch a movie...." and a host of other questions/recommendations that I didn't quite catch.  

Leo is OBSESSED with his monkey pajamas.  He talks about them as soon as he comes in the door from daycare.  Last night he nearly lost his mind because we carried clean laundry up from downstairs and he thought it meant that they were not washed.  I mean, there was a serious meltdown brewing before I produced the beloved jammies.  Tonight he got them from his room as soon as he got home and set them by my recliner in anticipation of putting them on later.  After dinner he picked up his plate and promptly stripped to his skivvies in the living room prepared to change into his jammies.  As I type he is sitting on the stairs lamenting that he cannot put them on yet because we haven't had baths.  Because we are waiting on Justin to finish his dinner.  As usual.

So while Leo talks a mile a minute and slips into panic/freak out mode at the first sign of something not going his way, his older brother is playing it mellow these days.  Thoughtful, chillin', and forever funny.  Hilarious as usual.  Here is a rundown of his one-liners in the last two days:

"Leo keeps punking my funking out"  I have no idea what it means but it was in a context of Leo bugging him so I have to assume it means Leo is annoying him. 

"Gwen, sometimes I will call you Mom and stuff.  Because that's cool.  Sometimes.  It's how I roll."  I mean if that doesn't sound like his dad I don't know what does.

When I gave him a blank stare tonight when he was being silly, Justin looked straight at me and said "Sooo, no sense of humor tonight, huh?"  It's hard not to laugh at that!

"It's ok Saydie (the dog).  I know I stayed gone a long time yesterday.  I promise I won't just play a lot of puzzles today. (we stayed late at daycare last night while the boys worked on some puzzles)  I'll come home fast.  I know you miss me so much when I am gone.  Don't cry Saydie.  I come back every day.  I won't stay gone a long time.  I will always come home."  And while this was funny in itself, the best part is that while he was cooing and petting Saydie he was also watching himself in my full length mirror.  He rarely took his eyes off himself.  The vanity was overwhelming......also something he likely gets from his father :)

My favorite Leo quotes this week have been when I tried to get him to sound out his "s" for scrape and he decided he couldn't so he just said "ssssssss  boo boo." 

And then tonight he called me a crackerhead, which I am pretty sure seems like a racist comment but I'm going to give him a pass for right now and just see how his ability to appreciate cultural diversity pans out.  Fingers crossed I don't have a little bigot on my hands!

Here's Leo after bath...happy in his monkey jammies!  I don't know how I keep myself from constantly squeezing his cheeks!!!