Saturday, September 30, 2006

The stubborn south

Dylann and Jack have a lot of friends in the neighborhood and there were about 6 kids over in the yard playing with them today. One little girl came over and needed to use the bathroom, but before she went in, she stopped and asked "Do you allow black people in your house?" I was caught off guard by the question, which she asked so simply. It made me sad to think about what had occurred to prompt her to ask that question. I later found out from her and her brother and sister that there are certain white families in the neighborhood whose houses they are not allowed to play at.
I had picked up on some subtle racism from some of our neighbors, but I couldn't imagine that people would actually be so blatant about it. I mean, what year is this? Haven't we moved forward yet?

Thursday, September 28, 2006

The Gallery

Yes, I am shamelessly putting my children's artwork up for all the world to see. I love to see them make stuff and the best part is hearing their descriptions of the picture they made.


Lava
by Jack


Mommy and Daddy Getting Married
by Dylann
Family in a House
by Dylann

The Angry Smiling Pig

by Dylann


Rocketship

by Jack

Jenny
by Dylann


Dragon

by Jack


Motorcycle

by Jack


Whale on a Waterfall

by Dylann

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Hello, my name is weeza, and my son is a computer addict


My 3 year old son Jack is absolutely hooked on computer games. It started off innocent enough, with sessions no more than 30 minutes and no argument when the time was up. Over the past two weeks he has become increasingly less willing to give up the computer when his time is up and lately it seems the desire to play computer games is CONSUMING him. He's 3!!! It gives me the urge to shut the computer down and lock it in a closet somewhere. I am regretting the day I introduced him to the world of computer games (but it's good for hand-eye coordination!). I've been kind of lax on the 30 minute rule lately, but I told him today that once his 30 minutes were up, he couldn't play again until tomorrow. He was crushed for a good half hour, and at 4 PM when he finally recovered he told me he was going directly to bed until tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

The air no longer smells like something is rotting

Isn’t it amazing how the weather can really change your mood? It seems like it always puts me in a good mood when the seasons are changing. Fall is here! When I left this morning it was only 63 outside! I am so ready for summer to be over and it is finally happening. We are just an hour away from Florida down here and it has been a suffocating summer. I've heard people describe this area as "the armpit of the US" and although I don't hate the area enough to say that I agree, I completely understand.


Hot...humid...swampy...bugs everywhere... But it is BEAUTIFUL with everything green and blooming and lush and to look outside you'd think, oh, it's nice out there! It's temperate! 30 seconds after walking out the front door you will be greeted by Death, who will come walking down the street in the nude, because it's so hot. So you will turn and go back in the house and remain there for 3 months. Today I was actually able to sit outside and watch the boys play without melting, dehydrating, or dying and there was a definite hint of autumn in the air. I love it.

Another sign that the season of the armpit is over is that we've all just gotten over our first cold. The moment Dylann stepped into his classroom and was submersed in a world of new germs, he brought them home with us to share and we've all partaken in them. Hopefully there won't be too many more, but I would definitely rather deal with that than the overwhelming heat. And the smell. I won't talk about the smell, because I don't want you to hate Georgia, but oh lord the smell!! Don't make me talk about the smell.

Monday, September 25, 2006

The Sit-Down Dinner

I wrote this after reading this post on Alpha Mom.





Otherwise known as "the family dinner", where each member of the family is actually seated around a table and eating their food while looking at and/or talking to each other. I did not grow up with dinners like that. I grew up with dinners much more similar to those of a seagull, scavenging through our fridge for anything edible and if it wasn't there, I would infiltrate the neighbors'.




Although seagull dinners have given me a great wealth of fond childhood memories to look back on, I decided to change things up a bit with my own children. We actually sit down together almost every single night, although it only lasts about 10 minutes before the kids are off and running again and often it is not a relaxing or enjoyable experience.


My favorite way to eat dinner is to feed the kids before Donn comes home. Then when he comes home we can eat a nice quiet dinner for two and afterwards do the baths and bedtime stories. I'm sure when the kids get older and stop talking about poop at the table or doing jumping jacks while we're eating, it will be good to eat together every night. Honestly, I don't think it matters that much either way.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

the 4 year old and the uncensored radio station

The mother usually managed to follow her son everywhere either with her eyes or her ears, which could hear and discern every noise within a 50 foot radius. When she got into the shower, the boy knew he only had a small amount of time to work with. He moved quickly to the radio and flipped the switch until it was on AM/FM. The mother didn't care if he listened to his very limited number of child-friendly CD's, filled with songs about bananas and letters of the alphabet, but she didn't know that he could work the radio. He was a crafty little bugger, this one. He scanned the stations with nimble little fingers and a discerning ear, waiting for the right one. When he found it, he immediately turned it up and started bustin' moves like nobody's business. The mother perked up her ears. She heard something unfamiliar coming from the boy's room. When she got out of the shower, she heard it was indeed hard core rap blasting from her 4 year old's radio. "What are you listening to?!" asked the incredulous, over-protective mother. "Freestyle," replied the wisened youth.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

unbloggy

We took a trip to Kentucky and stayed on a houseboat over Labor Day weekend with friends and that should have given me plenty to write about, but I just can't seem to get it going. Here are a few shots from the trip:



We had our own cabin on the boat that was so small it was like we were getting an MRI all night. Donn couldn't even sleep with us. He had to share the pullout couch with another guy. For some reason, even though we paid for our share (and some guests didn't) and we were the only ones with kids, we got the smallest room. The boat itself was huge. It was like a giant motorhome that they welded pontoons on and there were thousands of them on the lake. A trailer park on the water.

Lake Cumberland was beautiful, but I would have been happier to be there in a tent in the woods. Don't get me wrong, I love a hot shower, but I also love peace and quiet and to hear birds and the wind blowing and smell fresh air and all that good stuff. But the people there were really nice and the fun-loving, lets all get drunk and sit by the fire type, so we did have a good time. After long, restful nights sleeping with my two squirming children in a coffin.