I Did It AGAIN!

Crap. Crap. Crap. I just discovered my pedometer in my pocket AFTER it got washed. Forgot to check the pockets again. So sad. I was curious when I found it if it had calculated steps while being tumbled and sloshed and thrown about in the washer. No. It's permanently stuck on 000 km. Will I ever learn? 

Hold you? - Out - All done!

Finished! Thank you everyone who prayed for me. I was completely calm. I had plenty of time. I think I did well. The results will tell. But until then, I'm happy to live in a Polly Ana world and think I aced the thing. I can't tell you how GLAD I am to be done with that. I don't want to think anymore! My regurgitation is "all done". A lot like Colin at the end of this little video as his Momma keeps drilling him on the basics of counting. Notice the hint of tantrum beginning as he throws his fork, the protest in his "no", and the wriggle to get out of his chair. He's just shy of begging to be cut lose. Poor kid. I so get it. 

C at her BEST?

Celeste is taking the CBEST test on Saturday. There are three sections to the test: Reading, Mathematics, and Writing. Both the reading and math portions of the test have 50 questions each. The writing portion has two questions that require Celeste to answer in essay form. Celeste must score a 41 on each section to pass. She must achieve an overall score 123 to pass the entire test. Celeste has studied every week on Tuesday and Wednesday with her study partner Lauren for the past 6 weeks. Which of the following answer(s) must be true?

A. Celeste can score no lower than 37 on any section and still pass that section.
B. Celeste should've studied longer.
C. Lauren was a good choice to have as a study partner.
D. Celeste is probably over confident in her writing abilities.
E. None of the above.
F. All the above.
G. Celeste is going to fail and isn't as smart as she thinks she used to be.

Covet your prayers over today and tomorrow. Test is at 8AM tomorrow. I have 4 hours to complete the entire test in whatever order I feel would best help me pass. Seriously, my biggest concern is just staying focused that long so I can remember all the stuff we've studied. Also, that I get two essay questions that I can answer with confidence and not be my typical "If you don't know, make crap up" Celeste.

Flirting with Spring

"I think it pisses God off when you walk by the colour purple in a field and don't notice it." --Shug from The Color Purple. Took this picture driving along on Decker Canyon Road.

I love summer. It has always been my favorite time of year. I grew up in the high deserts of NM where the sun is warm, the sky is blue, and summer is beautiful. Never too hot. Therefore, I'm part lizard. Just throw me up on a hot rock and let me lay there and happiness will overcome me. But then I moved to places like Zapata (if you get a chance to go there, pass it up), Las Vegas, and Dallas. It is there I learned there is such a thing as too hot. Fall then became my favorite. Then we moved here. Ah, summer again has my heart. My lizard heritage came back and now just put me in the hot sand on the beach and I'm as happy as I can be. However, this is our first spring in CA and it keeps flirting with me. Sneezes and all, I've come to appreciate God's creation in ways I never could imagine. Everyday l see beauty like this in my backyard. Amazing!

This snail just had a baby. See it, under the flower? In my backyard folks. In my backyard.

Bless You

Today, Colin and I were sneezing this morning. I attribute it to all the flowers that are blooming everywhere. "Bloomin' their heads off" Colin says. So I sneeze and, he says, "Bless you, Mommy." He sneezes and I say, "Bless you, Colin." This little trade happens many times along with several Kleenexes (I know, gross). We get in the car and are on the way to school and I say, "We've had lots of sneezes this morning." Colin says, "Yeah. I bless you and then you bless me and then I bless you and then you bless me." Can I just say it? I just love this kid.
This was a picture I took at Disneyland one day. I love the butterfly. Beautiful!

The Art of Roughhousing

Saturday, JD had dedicated the whole morning to playing with Colin. While I appreciate this commitment of fun and togetherness, they do so leave a trail. I know exactly what they've been doing, where they've been and with what. I can almost predict how long they were at one station, if you will, due to the carnage left behind. I know if they've eaten and what. I know if they got dressed or not and where. I know if they've been outside and if the grass is wet because there will inevitably be wet socks and or shoes at the back door along with little and big and cat footprints on the floor. I know if they've read books, played guns, hit golf balls or baseballs, played in the sandbox, watched TV together, had a snack, had a bath, made milk....it doesn't matter what it is. I know because they leave evidence all over the place. It doesn't take a forensic scientist to figure this out. Just a Mom who knows what her house looked like before the unending trail began.

So early afternoon, I go to make our bed. Don't even start with me, it was Saturday. When cleaning up the trail I always start in my bedroom. Anyway, I went to make the bed but it was completely torn apart. I'm talking the sheets and blanket were completely untucked from the end. The comforter was askew and the pillows tossed. And I was thinking to myself, "Now, I know I had nothing to do with this. I'm a very quiet sleeper. I don't toss and turn, I don't kick, I don't throw covers, I don't usually steal covers, etc. And neither does JD for the most part. So, I couldn't figure out what had happened. I knew the boys had to have had something to do with it but I couldn't predict what went down. As I'm making the bed I'm trying to get Colin to stop "helping" me so I can get it done faster and better. And I'm telling Colin to go pick up toys. JD calls from the shower and asks, "Sugie, what happened to all your patience?" I honestly responded, "You two have successfully messed up every room in this house and you don't pick up after yourselves, ever." He says as if he knows what I'm thinking, "We were playing on the bed." I'm thinking, "roughhousing is more like it."

Sidebar on roughhousing. It is the best thing ever to roughhouse with your dad. My dad did with us three girls. JD does with Colin or is starting to because he's finally big enough. It's one of those things that leave an impression with you forever. It's a sort of closeness not accomplished any other way. And here's the other thing I remember. When we did roughhouse with Dad, Mom would always call in from the other room, "You guys better knock it off. It's all fun and games 'til someone gets their eye poked out." Need I say it? Someone ALWAYS got their eye poked out. Not literally but figuratively. We never stopped until someone got hurt. One of those times ended Crisha, my little sister, in the emergency room with several stitches. But it was part of the fun I guess. Good times.

So, JD tells me how this was going down, the bed getting messed up, but I didn't really have a visual and the truth was, I didn't care. I just wanted my bed back to normal so when I crawled in at the end of the day it was an inviting place to be instead of the aftermath from a great storm. So last night, I go to get into my made bed and I notice it's off center. The whole bed is off center by 2 1/2 feet. My nightstand is completely against the wall, pinning the curtain against the wall like a wrestler who just lost. So, remembering that serious roughhousing happened this morning, I move the bed back to center. JD comes in and I tell him where the bed was. JD says with excitement, "You wanna know why?" I said, "I know why. You told me." This didn't satisfy my husband, he wanted to demonstrate. Needless to say, JD was the one who had moved the bed by falling on it over and over and over again as Colin "pushed" him. Crazy.

All fun and games 'til someone gets their eye poked out or until Mommy has to come in and clean up the trail. Note to husbands across America who read blogs: The art of roughhousing is to NOT get an eye poked out and to hide your trail. This leaves happy mammas. And everyone knows, when Mamma aint happy; aint nobody happy.

Can't Believe I Just Said That and Magic Goggles

Today I had one of those, "Can't believe I just said that" moments. I think this might become another running list on the side. Colin and I were in Target getting "magic goggles". I'll explain in a minute. As we're looking for the swimming gear we passed by all the balls: footballs, bouncy balls, baseballs, softballs, soccer balls, kick balls, etc. Colin asks, "Mom, can I have a ball?" I answer, "NO. Dude, you already have more balls than I know what to do with." .....Lord have mercy.

Okay, magic goggles came about when we went swimming recently. Colin wouldn't have anything to do with putting his head in the water, blowing bubbles, etc. Anything that will enable him to swim or be successful at swimming lessons or help him get over any fear of the water. But the kids we were with had some goggles. Colin put a pair on. All of sudden, Colin was playing in the water like he'd been there his whole life. He blew bubbles, he jumped off the edge over and over and over again until I was letting him go completely under then pulling him up. We attributed his new found courage and skill to the "magic goggles." I kept thinking about Dumbo and the magic feather. So now, we're all set with new goggles, a new kick board and I'm gonna start hunting for a "Mommy and Me" swim class. And you know us by now, I'm certain there will be tales to tell.

I should add that yes, we left with balls. Practice baseballs so JD and Colin could practice without having to shag balls as often. It was a good purchase.

Colin and Katreena

Colin and Treena at the M&Ms 3-D Movie
Colin's favorite color is blue, thus Blue M&M is his favorite. Notice the green lipstick from the green M&M? By the way, funny story about the hat Colin's wearing. I'll post soon.
Need I say it? Coke Rules!
At the Beach. The only place to be.
We all went to Disneyland but I forgot my camera. Again, another little funny story about that too. I thought you would like a few pics instead of the just the trauma story.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Monday, March 31 was opening day at Dodger Stadium. The beginning of their 50th anniversary season in LA and the start of the Joe Torre era. It was a great day for my boys to enjoy something really special together - and one they've been counting down for a long, long time. They had a blast, the weather was perfect and the Dodgers stuffed the Giants 5-0. The boys also stuffed on popcorn, ice cream, cotton candy, cokes, apples and of course Dodger Dogs. Colin quickly grasped the concept of 3 outs each, foul ball, CHAAAARGE (his favorite), "Take Me Out To The Ball Game..." and the Wave. He actually said as it was going - "Hey look, that looks like a wave!" Who knew? It's the beginning of a new tradition, a great season and a fun filled summer of baseball. What more could you possibly ask for? We like it here in sunny CA. We like it a lot!

Circus Circus part 7: THE TRADE

I'm going to try to finish this up today because I need to be finished telling this story. So here goes.

The first night without a pi goes better than I ever expected. He didn't ask for it at all and was happy to just have his milk "just the way he likes it." He woke up in the middle of the night asking if I would hold him. Remembering my commitment to replace his Pi with comfort from Mommy I agreed. Colin NEVER sleeps with me so this was a treat for him all by itself. I think God planned it to be honest. If we had taken pi away any other way, he would've slept alone or JD would've slept with him. Anyway, we woke up happy, rested, and began acting like the old Colin I know and love and by the way, I acted better too. It's amazing what a little sleep will do for a person.

The next day we decided it would be fun to take the kids to Circus Circus. I've never been. Lived in Las Vegas for four years and never went. So it was unknown territory for us all. But before I get to that, let me tell you what happened to poor Teddy. Teddy is a vintage Winnie-the-Pooh bear. He's been Colin's companion for awhile now. He used to have a puppy that he abandoned and I figured he didn't really care about stuffed animals and all he ever needed was his pi and blanket. But one day while in Target he sees this Pooh bear. It came with a newborn blanket and was packaged to be a gift to a newborn I guess. Anyway, as soon as we paid for it he undid the ribbon, handed me the blanket and asked me to pull the tags off Pooh and that was that. They were buddies from there. Gotta love a kid who finds his own "lovey" in a Target store. Well, I guess someone or something had to be the brunt of Colin's distress and trauma. So Teddy was turned into a soccer ball in the courtyard. Colin kicked Pooh (Teddy) for two hours straight. I didn't tell him to stop. I just figured Teddy was his best friend and like any best friend he would take any abuse for a short time out of compassion and understanding of what his friend must be suffering. I saw Toy Story. I know the toys are aware of our lives. At that moment my heart went out to Teddy and I was grateful he was paying the price instead of me. (Little theology lesson there). Before we left for Circus Circus, Teddy was no longer a nice little golden color but a dull dark grey. Sad. Truly, just sad.

Circus Circus was just that - a Circus Vegas style. We're not talking Cirque Du Soleil. No, this is one of the dingy, dark, not so happenin' places that you quickly get lost in. It's like a huge in-door carnival midway with every game you can imagine that will lure you to play, promise you to win, even get a successful display by the host, and you will lose and the host will smile as he or she slides your dollars into their pocket. We watched a couple of small shows. But mostly Colin just wanted to play games. After we had won three prizes for each kid we decided it was time to eat. Conveniently, McDs was in the place and we made our way there. By this time, my son was hungry enough to eat everything in front of him. When we got back, the new stuffed animals took over the soccer ball position and toss-the-bear game and I rescued Teddy and put him away somewhere safe until he could get a bath.

The second night without a pi went okay but not as well as the first. We had an hour in the middle of the night where he cried and wanted to go home. I told him we were going home tomorrow. He wanted to leave right then. It was then it dawned on me that my child had already calculated how many pis were at home. He was without one here but so what? You can do anything for a day or two. You could stand on your head for a day or two. If he could just make it home, this nightmare would be over, he would have his pi and all would be normal and well again. My mind began to work. I wasn't sure what to do. I do not have a stupid kid. He's smart. He's really smart. He KNOWS that this isn't over. He KNOWS there is more than one pi in all the world. He's seen me buy them at the store. He's seen the stash in the house. He knows there's at least one more at home and he's already planning to HAVE it.

So I bring this up to JD then next time I talk to him. Remember, JD is the compassionate one in the family. He's the feeler. He's the one with the gift of mercy in great quantities. God gave me zero. I know JD's already figuring out how to give back the pi. Creatively mind you, but give it back. Reason is because he thinks that Colin should decide on his own to give up his pi and in return he gets a reward. I'm down with that but starting over is not my idea of a good time. PLUS, hey, I've been suffering too here. I don't want to suffer the past three days all over again. Come on! Give me a little credit. So we talk about the possibility of maybe a new bicycle as the reward. This is not the first time we've discussed it. But it is the first time it matters. I suggest that maybe the trash-man bring Colin a note that says if he can make it without his pi a little longer then the trash-man will bring a bike. JD doesn't like this idea. He shouldn't, it's stupid. Brainstorming continues. I tell JD, let's just see how it goes.

It is finally time to depart from Vegas. Thank you God! I want to go home. I want to go back to normal. However, we're not quite normal because one we are without a pi, and two, we're taking Mom and Katreena with us. Mom says, "Maybe this is the perfect week to ween him off the pi. He's got a playmate for a distraction. We'll be busy going and seeing stuff. Maybe he'll be just fine." Maybe. We get home. Something happens that causes Colin to have a fit. Not a complete melt-down but a good fit. He immediately goes upstairs to his room. He gets on his bed and he asks me, "Mommy, where's my pi?" ....pause....thinking....pause....thinking.... I say with a straight face in all seriousness, "The trash-man took ALL your pis." Colin is so NOT HAPPY! He cries, like he did with the broken record thing and repeats the phrase, "No he didn't! No he didn't! No he didn't! No he didn't" I just said, "Yeah, he did. Sorry buddy. Looks like all the pis are gone." He pouted for a good while over that one. But eventually the distraction of Katreena did exactly what mom had predicted and he forgot about it and went to play. This is Sunday. Daddy eventually gets home from church. He takes Colin and Katreena around the block on the tricycle and big wheel. Of course Colin tattles again. JD, however, is unaware of the new development. Later I hear that Colin let him know that the trash-man APPARENTLY took ALL the pis. I admitted to my little lie. Again, I said, "Let's see how it goes." But by then it wasn't a lie anymore. While they were gone, I had gathered every pi in the house and handed them to my mother (a woman of great strength and fortitude) and she put them in the trash for good. Later JD tells me what he said to Colin. He told Colin that it was probably for the best because Colin was a big boy. And big boys don't have pis, big boys have brand new bicycles. Telling him we could go to the store and buy a new pi or we could go to the store and buy a new bicycle. Planting the seed beautifully so that a healthy memory might grow out of the tragedy instead of an arrow lodged in his heart forever shot by his irrational, unemotional, peer pressured Mommy.

Mom and Katreena and Colin and I had a fun-filled next three days. We wore the kids out to the degree that each night all Colin needed was his milk and for Mommy to snuggle him for a little while. He woke a couple of times but overall did great and the pi became less and less important. Mom and Katreena went home. Colin continues to be strong. Then one day (about 6 days later) Colin tells me from the backseat, "Mommy, if I go so many days without my pi, I get a brand new bicycle." Silently I thanked God for such a great husband. I said, "That's right Colin. You go a little longer with no pi and we'll get you a brand new bicycle."

To end the long version of the story. 15 days later, Colin picked out his new bicycle. He wanted a green one. We had to order it. And on the Saturday before Easter we brought it home. Colin doesn't mention the pi anymore. He doesn't mention how it went away. Teddy's all clean and is still his best friend. He still loves his Mommy and adores his Daddy (rightly so) and all is right with a boy who now recognizes himself as a "big boy!" Hallelujah, praise God, AMEN! My prayer almost a year ago has been answered. No more pi!

Taking the new bike home.
The first ride.