Friday, December 30, 2011
Proof that I TAUGHT my kids something today.
I wasn't gonna post, even though I WANT to post, but right now, I'm pretty sure that anything I write about would relate to this scavenger hunt, and there are too many of you that are playing. So boo.
But 50+ comments on my fake story game? Be still my virtual heart. The truth shall be revealed...tomorrow....
I know I weenie-d out last night with a lame post too, BUT, I am simply jumping on here tonight to tell you that I successfully taught ONE of the little chickens to ride our electric razor scooter. I might also mention this was the half-blind child, and so I do indeed, feel like I deserve a trophy, or a crown, or a Nobel Peace Prize. Also, I managed to threaten G into TURNING the damn thing (whereas previously, she would only travel in a short, straight line), so now I have two kids that are proficient in electric scooters. G's a really sweet kid, but when she gets an idea in her head...well, let's just say I can already tell we are going to have some kind of battle over a hideous prom dress with abdominal cut-outs in the shape of lips, or kittens or something equally hideous--and she is going to FIGHT me out of stubbornness and I will CAVE only because I know, one day, she will CRINGE every time she sees that picture on my wall, or in her wedding slideshow, or on family reunion t-shirts, or 40th birthday cakes. G, just ride the freakin' scooter, or wear the dress with the turtleneck and PLEASE don't spend the $12 you've saved 6 months for at Cici's Pizza's bootleg arcade. Sometimes I just know BETTER.
But not when it comes to knowing when it's appropriate to remove a naval ring. Which is not when you're 32 weeks pregnant and it's sticking out like a skin Idart, fyi.