NOT A Little Lady!

I finally got copies of the pictures Super O!'s t-ball coach took of the team. Super O! is the little blond in the first row, right side.

This is the zoomed in version.

Isn't she such a lady?!


School Update!

Last night was the Kindergarten Parents Meeting at Super O!'s school. The teachers explained the plan for the year; discipline, curriculum, special programs, etc. As I sat there listening, I thought "There is no way she's going to be able to keep up with her speech delay". I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My poor baby!

After the meeting, I had the opportunity to speak to her teacher. I expressed my concerns and Mrs. C said not to worry. She has a plan in place to "make sure she goes to 1st grade with her friends if it's the last thing I do!!!". This is the plan...

Super O's school has a Title 1 Reading Program teacher, Mrs. S. Mrs. C was able to arrange for Super O! to have 1-on-1 time with Mrs. S for 15 minutes each morning where they go over the reading program for the day. Right now they're working on letter comprehension. After her time with Mrs. S, she goes through the regular program with the other kids and Mrs. C. Then, after lunch she has a 30 minute 1-on-1 session with the Speech & Language teacher, Mrs. H. All three teachers are focusing on the exact same things with her THREE separate times in the day. They incorporate songs, dancing, play acting and whatever else will make it fun for Super O!. Right now they're working on the letters in her name, M and S.

Mrs. C and I came up with a plan for her to send something home each day so I can continue to go over her material with her at home. Last night, we played "Letter Scavenger Hunt". I showed her what M looks like and she found EVERYTHING in the house that contained the letter. We then moved on to S and she absolutely loved the game. Mrs. C also suggested I introduce the Letter Fairy. Basically, the Letter Fairy leaves a card under Super O!'s pillow each night with a letter on it. We practice sounding out that letter and finding words that start with it. Last night was the first night the Letter Fairy came and Super O! was super excited.

Hopefully this will work for her. I spent part of my work day creating cards from the Letter Fairy. What do you think?



Why are the hours left in my countdown's an hour apart? I can't figure that out...

Why does Super O! think she only needs to feed the dogs once every few days?

Why do men think it's okay to leave their dirty dishes, socks, underwear, shoes, etc. all over the house for us women to clean up?

Why do people who don't stop at stop signs and almost hit you give you a dirty look when you beep at them?

Why do cashiers insist on getting to know every person in their line when the store is at it's busiest?

Why do stupid people think they're smart?

Why do I keep posting on this blog when I don't get much traffic?

Why do people think they can send nasty emails to the author of a blog when they don't agree with their posts?

Why do we have to give a two week notice when we leave a job? It's not like we work during the last two weeks...

These are just a few of the things I'm wondering about right now. Got any of your own?


Gadgets, Widgets and Flash...Oh My!

I am by no means a web developer, but I have picked up a few things in my time. I'm also not into clutter (just don't look at my house!). I don't like those websites that take forever to load on a super fast broadband connection because they have so many widgets, gadgets, flash elements and graphics. I like clean pretty stuff.

With all that said, I was surfing around and found those two nifty counters over on the left side. I think they're kinda cool and fun. Like 'em?

So, in however many days it says, you can send lots of presents for me & Super O! to enjoy for our birthdays!

In lieu of presents, you can send cash!


Those two magic words..."Thank You"

I was reading an article on CNN.com about the 9/11 memorial at the Pentagon when I remembered something that happened to us on Friday night.

I was in the Wendy’s with Super O! on our “date night”. She was trying to get through her hamburger so she could have her Frosty and I was gobbing the sour cream on my baked potato. I looked up and saw an older gentleman at the condiment counter and the whole evening changed for me. The gentleman was wearing a retired Marine hat and t-shirt and was leaning on a cane. He started walking back to his table so I got up and followed him. When he reached his table, where his wife and young daughter were waiting for him, he turned around and looked at me. I held my hand out to shake his and said “I don’t mean to disturb your meal, but I wanted to take a moment to say Thank You”. He took my hand, looked me deeply in the eyes and said “Your Welcome”. With that, I walked away.

I went to the counter to get Super O's Frosty and he followed me. When he got to the counter he turned to me and said “Ma’am, that young man working the drive-thru is also a Marine”. I waited a moment until the young man came near me and said “Excuse me but I just thanked that gentleman for his service and he told me you’re a Marine too. I just wanted to say Thank You.” That young man also looked me deeply in the eyes and said “Your Welcome and thank you for recognizing our service”.

As I walked back to my table with tears in my eyes, I passed the older gentleman’s wife who mouthed the words “Thank You” to me. I stopped to tell her that I always thank service people when I see them, but I can’t do it without tearing up. You see, I have a little girl and I understand that our men and women are serving our country for her future. A future where she can be free to reach whatever goals she sets for herself. With that, I got all choked up and couldn’t speak so I waved goodbye and walked back to my table. Super O! saw the tears in my eyes and asked why I was crying. I told her “because I love you”.

We finished our meal by sharing her Frosty. As we left the restaurant I made eye contact with the retired Marine. There was such gratitude in his face. Gratitude for a complete stranger took a moment to thank him for doing his job.

Now I’d like to challenge everyone reading this. Please, no matter how silly or embarrassed you feel, say Thank You to each and every service person you meet in your daily travels. Even if you don’t support the war in the Middle East, please support the people who are giving their lives to fight for us. A simple little Thank You can make all the difference.

Where did my baby go?

When did she go from being my funny toddler to my funny little girl? When did she start acting like a real person? Why didn't someone warn me?

Super O! is in Kindergarten now. She says things like "Oh yea baby!" and rocks out to songs on the radio. Her favorites are 80's classics because that's what I listen to. She's starting to get embarrassed when I want a kiss before I leave her at school. She has friends in 2nd grade! When I told her she looks nice today (it's picture day) she replied with a very polite "Thank you". If I say shit or damn, she reprimands me with a "Don't say that bad word Mom!". If she falls asleep on the couch, it's all I can do to pick her up to carry her to bed. God forbid she falls asleep ON ME because we need a crane to get us off the couch. She takes showers instead of baths and washes herself. She still needs help washing her hair, so I have that going for me. Best of all...she tells me she loves me without me saying it first! Just out of the blue "Mom, I love you!".

My baby is growing up but no matter how big she gets, how old she gets or how many kids she has, she'll ALWAYS be my baby!!!

When you're done reading this, please take a moment to pray for all of the people we lost in the 9/11 attacks and their families. Then take another moment to pray for the military personnel who fight for our freedoms. We will never forget!


Somebody call the police...

It happened last night. My baby tried to steal something. I couldn't believe it, but I guess it's not uncommon at her age. This is how it went down...

We were at the Dollar store looking for footie pajamas. Super O! wanted everything in site, which is unusual for her. She usually just casually hints that something looks cool and if she's good and it's cheap, I'll get it as a treat if we buy other things. Last night, she was in a mood and the uglies came out. "Mom, I want this...Mom, can I have this". All of the answers were NO! As we were leaving the store, I was in front of her and I heard her touching a rack behind me. I opened the door, stepped out, turned around and I saw it. She had a hand held battery operated fan in her hand and was about to walk out of the store with it. I saw red! How could this happen? My baby is only 5, where did she get the idea that taking something that doesn't belong to you is okay?

I immediately turned her around and marched her up to the checkout counter. The lady was busy helping another customer so we stood there, Super O! with guilt on her face, me with embarrassment on mine. When the lady was finished, I calmly said "My daughter tried to take this from your store". Super O! handed it back to her and said "I'm sorry" in her tiniest voice. The lady was very nice and said "Thank you, it's okay". I followed her with my stern mommy voice "No, it is not okay but thank you for being so nice about this." With that, we left the store.

When we got to the car, I didn't know what to do. I was so angry with her and wanted to put the fear of God into her, but I also didn't want to go overboard. She was acting like she had no idea what the big deal was which was NOT okay with me. I told her that what she did was very bad and if the lady in the store had wanted to she could have called the police because stealing is against the law. This got a reaction out her! I then told her that if she EVER tried to steal something again, I would make the person in the store call the police and they would deal with her. Again, reaction. At that, I left the issue alone.

We were almost home when she brought it up again. She asked if I was still sad at her. I told her that I was sad at what she did. She then asked if I still loved her. My heart broke a little bit and I said "I will always love you, no matter what you do, but what you did was very bad and you can't ever do it again." When we got home, I got a big hug and I don't think she'll ever try to steal again.

Edit: On a side note, my mother reminded me that I stole from a department store when I was in Kindergarten. She handled it the same way I did and I never did it again. Who knew I was passing on the kleptomaniac gene!


The Loverboys

My farmer and I had a rare opportunity a few weeks ago. We got to enjoy an evening out together...alone...without Super O!

We decided to check out the Central Wisconsin State Fair in Marshfield. Loverboy was playing. I LOVED Loverboy back in the 80's. I also loved big hair, stretchy pants tucked into my bunched socks and Madonna sweaters.

This is the Loverboy I remembered:

This is the Loverboy we saw:

Now, if I were all about being fair I would post pictures of me now & then but this is my blog and I'll post what I want damn it!

The morning after our outing, we were enjoying a few minutes alone in bed...without Super O!. As we were talking about how old the guys in the band had gotten, I had a mental image. Take a walk into my future with me please...

The setting: 40 years in the future. Me and the man are closing in on 70...
Edit: In 40 years, we'll be closing in on 80, not 70. I guess old age has set in already!

Me: Honey, remember when we went to the fair and saw those Loverboys? Weren't they nice fellows?
Him: What?
Me: The Loverboys...remember when we saw them?
Him: Damn it woman, I can't hear you!
Super O!: Mom, the name of the band was Loverboy...not THE Loverboys.
Me: What?
Super O!: Nevermind...

Ahhh...getting old...isn't it priceless!

p.s. They still rocked the house! You go Loverboys!


Kindergarten & Football

Super O! started Kindergarten yesterday. Thanks for asking and yes, I'm okay. She was in 4K last year for a few days a week so I got all of my "oh my, my baby is growing up!!!" out then.

She was so excited to start school and see her friends from last year. We bought her school supplies two weeks ago and put them in her backpack. She took them out and looked at them every single day before school started.

Last night, after we got home and settled, I opened the backpack to see what was in her folder. She had her school picture package form (They're doing them next week! What's up with that?), a sign up form for flag football (yes, she is playing!) and a "Star Student" certificate from her teacher. It said "Olivia was such a joy to have in class today. She smiled all day and is really enjoying school!". So, I guess she's gonna be one of those kids who loves to go to school. As opposed to her mother...well, we won't go there.

Yes, I said she's playing flag football. She's into all the "boy" sports and doesn't even want to consider figure skating or dance classes. After I asked her if she wants to play and she said yes, I asked her if she even knows how to play football. She replied by going into her room and getting a foam ball. She then returned to the kitchen, threw the ball on the floor and yelled "Hutt Hutt". Then she said, See, I know how to play! So, I guess she's all set! I'll be sure to post more as the season gets closer!