Being Andre, Great With Scissors

Yesterday, Jonah told me he is the weather man at school today. The kids in his class alternate jobs such as line leader, snack helper, weather, etc. This week, he is doing weather, telling the kids in the class the weather forecast for the day. When we were talking about this job, I asked if he remembered the weather man on tv named Andre. He didn't, so I told him a bit about Andre and how he goes to our church. He didn't know who I was talking about, so the subject soon dropped.

This morning, he was ready to leave for school and he said to me "Mom, I'm ready to go be Andre!".

:)

I picked him up today and his teacher, Mrs. L, told me "Jonah is doing GREAT with his cutting now. You must be practing with him at home a LOT!!!".
Ummmmmmmmm......no. We actually haven't practiced. I wish I could say we have. I've tried. He won't do it.
Somehow he has improved, though! :)

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Jonah-isms of the Week

Some recent things Jonah said.

We were driving in the car the other night and Jonah said to his father "Daddy, you aren't mentally growned up yet."
Not sure where he got that one.

Last night we were sitting at the dinner table and Jonah said "I'm rockin' the 4's, aren't I?"
Yes, baby. You are definitely rockin' the 4's.

Goofy. Crazy. Amazing. Funny. Odd.

That's my boy.

Zoo Boo

Tonight we drove to Erie, PA for the Erie Zoo's annual Zoo Boo. It was spooktacular. Batman and I met up with my sister and went with her. After we got in the zoo, the first thing my kid wanted to do was ride the train. So, we did that. Then we hit up the gift shop. He and "Aunt Fifi" concocted a plan which somehow involved him getting two toys...Fifi would buy one and *I* would buy him one. I'm still not sure how I got roped into that one. Then it was time for the aunt/nephew pair to ride the Dizzy Dragons ride.

We started down the Trick or Treat Trail...when Cousin Lisa called! Hooray! She,her 2 daughters, and my sis-in-law Cheryl had finally arrived. Jonah could not wait for them to get there. Cousin A was dressed as a zookeeper and Cousin I was a witch. We had a blast with them, hitting the trail, the carousel, seeing animals, and ending with the train ride. We have decided that this is going to be a tradition.


"Aunt Fifi, do you like my vein?"....um, that's mane, kiddo. :)

my son the lion...Batman just didn't want a Batman costume




Jonah the Vampire




Izzy the Mummy




Franken-Ari




4 goofy kids on a train ;)

Another Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

This week, the hubs and I did not go 6 days in a row without cooking dinner. Our dinners did not consist of takeout stirfry, fastfood on the way to Cubbies, Italian takeout, pizza, rotisserie chicken takeout, and Red Robin. I am not dying to cook dinner. I am not completely ashamed of this. Not me. I certainly did not sit in Giullio Bonannza's watching the ballon boy saga unfold. I was not hoping my order would take longer so I could watch more. Of course I am sure I spelled "Giullio Bonannza's" correctly. I was not unsure of the pronunciation of said restaurant until I heard them answer the phone.

It was not me that climbed the piles of hay bales at the pumpkin patch. I did not make hubs drive to 3 other pumpkin patches to see if they were still open (nope) and if they had apple pies. Batman certainly did not fall from the very top of the pile into the center. I did not dive in to get him and discover his tongue was bleeding. He did not cry because his mouth was full of hay. I would never find that funny.

I did not get our first 'note from the teacher' on Thursday regarding Batman's need to practice cutting large circles. It was not me that forgot to make him practice until today and then try to bribe him to do so because I hoped he would make vast improvements by school tomorrow.

It wasn't me that attempted to make the "mini caramel apple" recipe I found on MckMama's blog. I did not break my melon baller doing so. The baller end of it was definitely not stuck in an apple. My son did not laugh hysterically over the word "melon baller".

I didn't stay up way too late Sunday night waiting for my first Ebay sale to end and am not exhausted because of this.

And that woman wandering aimlessly around the boys department at Walmart at 11PM tonight sure as heck wasn't me. They are not doing construction there and did not have every possible aisle blocked by yellow tape or pallets of stuff. I did not start to wonder if someone was following me around purposely blocking all my exits. I did not feel like I was a rat in a maze and did not get extremely frustrated because of this and the fact that they had moved the food section AGAIN.

When the plumbing isn't hooked up....

and you repeatedly tell the child NOT to flush the toilet, he WILL flush it. Well, at least mine will. We were at work yesterday, at the home I babysit at. Well, when we got there, there were several diggers and trucks of assorted sizes all over the yard and driveway. They were finally getting their sewer installed. It has been in progress on their street for the last few years now, and yesterday the men had arrived to work on the K family's house. Four or five guys were in and out of the house and had said NOT to use the water. No toilet flushing, no using sinks, etc. So I was left there with my 4 year old and the kids I watch: girl-11 and boy-8. All was going well. Until my son went potty. I reminded him not to flush and stood outside the bathroom door so that as soon as he stopped peeing, I could remind him again not to flush or use the sink. (thank goodness for Purell). Only, before he was actually DONE, he flushed. I screamed at him and ran down to the basement to warn the workers that toilet water/pee may soon be descending upon their heads. Unfortunately for me, but extremely fortunate for them, they were outside at the moment. When I got down to the basement, water was coming out of the pipe. Onto the floor. I spotted their big bucket full of tools and dumped out the tools and used the bucket to catch the water. Whew. I wasn't sure how long water would continue to flow out, so I yelled to the kids to GET THE GUYS. The kids just sat upstairs. I think we need to work on this a little...they knew there was a problem, I was yelling for help, and nobody would stop playing computer to help. gaaahhhh!!!

The carpet was a bit wet. I soaked up the water with some old towels, which of course I washed (later-after we got the all clear to use water!), dried, folded and put away. My son cried off and on during the day, worried that people would be mad at him. I kept reminding him it was an accident. He begged me not to tell. Well, I made him tell Mom K, and she kind of laughed. No big deal. She was planning on getting the carpet cleaned anyway, because the guys had been a bit messy.

So the kid learned a lesson...not to hide from his mistakes, but that it is better to admit them, apologize, do what we can to fix the situation, and move on. People may just not be as angry as you think they will. Besides, who could be mad at this little dude?

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