A Moment to Brag....

on my beautiful girl, and stellar trumpet player. Maddie's Terra Nova tests come in from last year. 91st and 97th percentiles! Who says you can't get a good education at a public school? It's like my dad always said-- you get out of an education what you put into it. It's true. I push my daughter (academically speaking). And I'm not going to stop. You shouldn't force your children to participate in crap they don't want to do, but you make them finish what they start, try new things, and poor grades for smart kids are simply not an option.

I was laying in bed with Jackson the other day, watching him sleep. It dawned on me, that I have three smart, happy kids? What makes a child "good" and "happpy"? I wondered to myself. I think I have part of the answer. My children get a lot of unconditional love. A lot. Back tickles, snuggles, hugs, kisses, just physical attention. Then they get individual love, and attention on their individual accomplishments and interests. Strong, but loving, discipline and communication. Lots of stimulation to new experiences, activities, and variety. Commitment as a family. We usually have dinner together, around the table, no tv, and talk a bit. I am amazed at how few families do these things! Teaching them self-confidence, self-reliane, and age-appropriate responsibilty. I am not a perfect parent, and I am not telling anyone what they should do....I am just saying that I feel like I am finally doing something truly right. Watch-- now all three will end up in jail together! hahahaha

Tired and Bitchy

That's what I really am today. We had such a hard weekend with my son's birthday and all, and this weekend will be much the same due to his sister's wedding. Pack, travel, rush around, pack, return. It's just too much.

My business officially began this week, too. My full-timers bombed out at the last minute, but my part-timers started yesterday. That's ok-- they ran me ragged. Coupled with not getting a good night's rest in days, I feel like absolute crap. Thursday I have anohter MOMS club meeting, and a warrior's meeting at the school. Woohoo. I think I am going to be rather lazy today. I have a couple dishes in the sink, but then I am just going to make the beds, do the laundry, cook dinner, and chill. I already gave Hunter a bath, and I have already designed the menu and curriculum for the week. I haven't sat on the couch reading or knitting for months, since befor eHunter was born, but I think today will be a lazy day once I am finished with the essentials. No extra progress today. It's like being a union employee!

It's Official

Yesterday, the thing I didn't want to happen happened. I turned thirty. It was generally a horrible day. My baby barfed on me several times, I got a fat lip, and I never even got to see my mother, as she wasn't feeling well. I had a get together at my dad's to go to, and that turned out amazing, so I went to bed more contented than I was at two pm, that's for sure. Not only was thirty horrible, but to really drive the knife in, not a single person I know (not related to me) remembered or called. Maybe my mother in law----she left a message, but said nothing about a birthday. (????) I pointed this out to one friend who consistantly finds the time to remind me of his birthday or to talk about his love life, and his answer was that he only had to remember his children, mom, and signifigant other. The rest was gravy. The really shitty thing was his birthday was in mid-June, and near that time, he asked about mine. He could have written it down. But, apparently for a man to remember your birthday, it must meet one of three vaginal criteria....Did I come out of your vagina? Am I the reason you came out of that vagina? Am I trying to get in your vagina?
I am so horribly alone.