Is It Really Considered Stalking?

Lael has quite a few boys in her class. When I think about it the boys out number the girls. There are 22 kids in her class and only 9 of them are girls. She's always had her favorites in the class. Charlotte, Eleanor, Siddiq and so forth.

I chaperoned quite a few trips last year and so far most of them this year. Because of that I have become pretty familiar with most of the kids and their names. One of the boys in her class from last year was Sean. He wasn't a bad kid but not one that Lael talked about frequently.

This year I noticed that we lost a few kids from her class and gained a few new ones. I'm not too familiar with the new kids yet but I still know their names through her.

Since the beginning of the year Lael has brought little trinkets home and said they were from Sean. A pencil, a toy car and other things. I am sure I asked her who they were from and even demanded that she return them because I'm sure that other person's mommy wouldn't want them giving their things away. I'm sure she told me but I probably was distracted (from all the laundry and cleaning I do....sike) and didn't really hear who she told me.

Well, recently in her drawing at home Sean has began to make frequent appearances. I thought it was a little strange but figured that kids change cliques faster than adults and she is such a friendly kid that maybe her and Sean had gotten closer this year.

I paid no mind to the drawing but then more stuff started coming home and I finally heard that it was Sean she was getting all this stuff from. In addition to that, she is constantly talking about him. Things she wants to buy him, his favorite color, and on and on. It has started to kinda weirded me out. I don't want her getting so attached to a boy I barely know....at 5!

Tonight I braided her hair and put pretty pink and white beads on the ends and she was really excited about the process. Sean is going to think they are pretty she said. She started talking about Sean having pretty brown hair and white skin and how they are different.

What?!? I was really confused. The Sean I thought I knew from her class was a little black boy with dark hair and I'm pretty sure my girl knows her colors. I realize that her teacher has a class website that has pictures of all the kids in her class so we log on so she can point out to me who Sean is. I'm curious to see who this darling is that has my daughter so infatuated with him.

Guess what? He's not in her class. Apparently the Sean from last year isn't even in her class anymore. I ask her about it and she explains that that Sean goes to another school but this new Sean doesn't even go to her school. She says he's older (great, she likes older guys already) six, and goes to a different school. Ok, I think how does she know him? He rides her bus.

That means they only get to spend a short amount of time together and he has still managed to create such and impact on my little one. She talks more about him and then when I finish her hair and show her in the mirror she says Sean is going to love the butterfly and heart beads mommy....yeah I'm sure he will.

I then tuck her in bed and she tells me goodnight and that she will dream of Sean. Ahhhhhh!!!!! She assures me that she only likes him as a friend (what else would she like him as??) and tells me she just dreams of him coming to her house to play with her toys. But still? Dream of him. Seriously?

I need to know who this child is? I told her to find out what school he goes to and ask for him to write his number down so I can call his mommy and arrange a play date since he has to live here on base. Is that crazy of me? I don't even care. I need to know! I need to put my own eyes on this kid. I just might climb on the bus with her tomorrow and tell him to stand up so I can size him up myself. Maybe I could find out what bus stop he get on/off of and scope him out. Yeah, I will result to stalking a 6 year old.

Ok, I'm calm now. But as I hear Lael snoring right now in the other room, I can't help but to wonder exactly what she's dreaming about. Who is this boy?

Not Me! Monday

I did not feel really bad when Lael asked me to come take care of her when my husband left the downstairs area and I was sick. I'm a good mommy who doesn't let a little bug knock her down.

I was not tickled when Lael kicked her boots off and pulled her stinky socks off her feet and dangle them in my face and say "Sock my dear". My child is not weird and do weird things.

I did not get so sick this week that I couldn't eat for 2 days. But if I did, I probably lost a few pounds.

I did not spend all day Saturday cleaning just so I wouldn't feel bad for staying on my butt all day Sunday. How lazy would that be.

I did not keep forgetting to buy toothpaste so was forced to brush with Lael bubblegum flavored Dora toothpaste. Sooo not the same.

I did not get dressed to go to a ballet and realize most of my clothes don't fit me anymore. I really need to get back to the gym.

I have not been so lazy that I have not put up any Christmas decorations except for my tree. My child deserves much more holiday cheer than that.

I did not worry all day about Heather's son like he was my own and tear up when I heard he got out of surgery safely. I am not attached to bloggy friends and their families.

I am not thinking of saving up my Christmas money to hire Merry Maids just to clean my bathrooms and catch up all my laundry. Yeah. I'm really thinking about it.

I did not get up this morning to get ready for work and while posting this my shower did not cut off. I have not lost water in my house proably because it is 24degrees!!! If that happened I would be really pissed not to mention stank.

Wheew....I am cleansed. How about you? Fess up yall'. Happy Monday! :o)

When Did This Become A Debate

Lael has always been an easy child. I don't have much to compare it to besides my step-mothering and babysitting, but if I had to guess I'd say compared to others she was a great baby.

She never cried much as a newborn, she slept through the night (in my bed) at a very early age. Besides a few ear infections and one incident that led her to get stitches at 18mths she has been pretty much sick/injury free. In daycare she was always the child they loved like a daughter. She potty trained in a few weeks right after she turned 2 w/o wetting the bed more that 5 times ever. Since starting school last year she has been a star pupil. Of course she had her days but overall a problem free child.

A small part of me is beginning to think I had this so called luck for a reason. I strongly believe God has something bigger in store for me. I think he spared me the colicky baby and multiple trips to the ER for a reason.

What I think he was preparing me for is NOW. The Lael that is currently living with me is not the baby I raised. She is a hurricane. I mean full blown run through a room and bring all the forces with her. I am constantly battling with her to stop running, stop throwing toys, clean up behind herself. But more importantly everything is a debate.

Since when did everything become a debate. I tell her she's going to go to school and she insist that she's not going and I can't make her. She's talking back, smart mouthing and getting really close to getting choked out.

Everything has become a debate. Everything I ask (or tell) her to do has to have an explanation behind it. I mean don't get me wrong, I expected to have these issues but not at 5. Is anyone else having these issues. I knew about the terrible 2's and the horrible 3's but what the hell is this.

She is a good kid, don't get me wrong. But this side of her I could do without. I now know why she was such a quiet baby. She was saving it all for now. Is this a phase or is this her personality coming out. How do I approach this without losing my cool. I grew up in a home where you did as you were told and didn't ask questions. I want to have a house where her opinion counts but this is a bit much. Any suggestions??

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As a side note, I watched the Harry Potter marathon on ABC Family and the Goblet of Fire is almost like a whole new movie watching "Cedric Diggory/Edward". I just can't look at him the same anymore. Twilight has changed me forever! Whoo Hooo!

Lael's First Ballet (and mine)....Nutcracker Style

Once again my dear friend Dusty exposed me and my child to wonderfulness! For some reason she thought of me and little miss when she was presented with tickets to see The Nutcracker.

Tonight happened to be the same night as my jobs holiday party and I was so sad not to be able to go....or not. :o)

Lael loves to get dolled up but not more than I love being the one to get to doll her up. When we got there the kids got to take a photo with one of the ballerinas and me and Dusty took turns getting pictures with the gang.

I think Lael had a good time? What yall think??

It was one of the best things ever. I am grateful to have been given the chance to go to this wonderful show. I will always remember it and I'm sure my little one won't forget. If she does I'll have the 70 something pictures to jog her memory.

Recovering and Catching Yall Up

I do believe I am feeling better! Thanks guys for your healthy wishes!

Ok back to bloggy business. I have so many things to tell you so I'll just squish them in the one long blog because it's mine and I can't do if I want to. :o)

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Yesterday I took Lael to the doctors for a few things. She had some pain in her left ear which I thought may be an ear infection and to have her tested for childhood diabetes.

She tends to sweat a lot and is always thirsty so I wanted to be extra careful. Well both tests came up negative. Not diabetes and not ear infection.

Just 1 paranoid mother who is taking advantage of her military medical care. Yeah I said it.

When we had first got to the hospital we walked in and the smell of popcorn took over as opposed to the usual hospital smell. Lael immediately wanted some and we quickly found the old fashioned popcorn machine that was posted in the corner.

There was a line so I asked the lady in front of us how much it was and she advised me the it was donations only. Well that sucked because I only had a $10 so I said we would come back after her appointment and I would get change from the Subway. (Yes there is a Subway and a Dunkin' Doughnuts in the hospital.) The lady said told me they wouldn't be opened much longer and shoved a dollar bill in my hand and pushed me in front of her. I tried to protest but she insisted by saying " Get that girl some popcorn, that's less bags of it I'll eat."

I thanked her and me and Lael ate every bite of it. Isn't it nice to know the Christmas spirit is alive...or at least nice people in the world. Thank you nurse lady, you made Lael's day!

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I guess this weekend is the infamous Army vs. Navy Football game. I am not into sports in any way, shape or form so I can't tell you have important games are but this one I know of from being military. Well I'm walking down up and down the halls of the Pentagon (I'll tell you why later) and I start hearing yelling and shouting and I'm thinking....shit, do I need to start running.

No running necessary. What I ran into were a bunch of cute college-aged cheerleaders. Navy cheerleaders to be exact. In their little skirts with face paint and ponytails and pom-poms. They were cheering and shouting and really excited about their "spirit". I move over to the side to see what they are going to do and damn near jumped out of my boots because the next thing I hear are drums! Yes drums! And trumpets and saxophones and all other instruments. The Navy Band was coming up right behind them playing music in the halls while the cheerleaders and their mascot ran around yelling cheers in everyone's faces. I am very upset I didn't have my cell on me but I did find a few pictures on the Internet.

I really felt like I was in High School again except I wasn't in the cheerleading skirt....anyway, I thought that was really cool!

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Well the reason I was walking up and down the halls was because I forgot my t-shirt to wear under my uniform. For those that are military ignorant, depending on what service you are you have to wear a certain uniform with certain color socks, certain color boots and certain color shirts underneath. Well mine is supposed to be all black but I took mine home to bring in a fresh one but left in on the banister. Well in the Pentagon we have a uniform store so I went to buy one and they don't carry them anymore. GREAT! Now what. We have a souvenir shop in her and hoped I could find some type of black shirt to get me through the day. I did find one, but it came with a mighty consequence.

What does that say? You Don't Know Me...Federal Witness Protection Program.

So I've had to spend the day holding my shirt down so the white part doesn't stick out.

Guess what I won't forget tomorrow....or ever again?? :o)

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Last thing, MckMama is having a bang out give-giveaway. Check out her blog and donate to be put in for the camera that I am hoping I win!!!

Alrighty folks, I think I've got it all out of my system...at least for now. If I'm feeling extra frisky I just may post again tonight....maybe.

I Fought...I Lost

They have been all around me for a while.

They manage to sneak up on me here and there but I'm usually ready for a fight.

They have taken down the best of them, friends, family and co-workers.

Yesterday they caught me off guard...I fought....but lost.

Who are they you may ask. What did I ever do to them?

I'll tell you who they are but you must beware and watch your back.

They are..............................................................................................................................

Germs! Those sneaky little bastards have caught me off guard.

I sanitize, I wash my hands, I try to keep myself and home as germ-free as possible.

Not good enough I guess. It hit me last night. A stomach pain that resembled the pain I had 5 short years ago. Contractions.

If I didn't know any better I would have guessed I was about to give birth due to the amount of pain..

I tried to sleep last night...didn't quite work out. I even tried to get up and work today.

I made it into work but could barely walk. The stomach pain had grown into body aches and congestion.

What did I do to deserve this? Was it the lack of sleep I got this weekend due to early morning hours at Wal-Mart?

Regardless of the reason why, it got me. I lost the battle and had to leave work before passing out right at my desk.

Hubby came to pick me up. He knows when to step up to the plate. MIL came over and brought me soup. She's so sweet.

I haven't ate it. I actually have not had food in me since 6pm last night. I doubt I would be able to keep it down anyway.

Now I'm off to sleep again. Seems like it's the only thing I can do to keep me from wanted to rip off my stomach with my own two hands.

Make it go away........

Not Me! Monday

I did not try to take off a girls ankles who cut me off walking on the Metro. I am not a bitch and would never do that.

I did not eat so much at my work Thanksgiving feast that I was gassy the rest of the night. Gross, who does that?

I did not fabricate a cold to get out of lovin' with my hubby. I am a great wife who "takes care" of her husband.

I did not cry when Lael cried because I couldn't attend a school function because of work. I am a big girl...or mommy. (My hubby and mother-in-law went to surprise her!)

I did not ask someone to pick something up for me and then regret it when they stalked me to pick it up. I'm sure it was taking up all the space in their house!

I did not eat until I almost burst and then proceed to take too much food home with me. Only a greedy person would do that.

I did not get up at 3am Friday to tackle the crowds for the best deals. I so did not save tons of money.

I did not get touched by gross men at a bar and just about run out of there to get home. I am much cooler than that.

I did not set my alarm to go shopping Saturday and not get up and I most certainly did not instead sleep in until 11. I get up early and do wifey things.

And I would never sleep in again to Sunday till 11 and whine and complain when hubby woke me up to make eggs to go with his pancakes. I always cook Sunday breakfast for my family.


Once again I feel cleansed...head over to MckMama's and add your confessions! Happy Monday!