Do you have the look?

Sometimes I feel like my kids are smarter than I am. L & O have been taking Martial Arts Classes. It is a great place and they love it. Each class the instructors pick one or two students to get a star card. O got it 2 classes in a row. L was very dissapointed not to get it. I explained that learning is the best prize and as long as she learning, that is what counts. (BLAH< BLAH BLAH to her ears) At the end of our talk she said. "I just don't have the look." I asked her what she meant and she went on to say that some kids just have that look that always get noticed. She came up with this plan that she wanted me to give her a special hair do. I told her I would only do it if she wanted it just to want it, not to try to earn the star card. Sure enough that class she was picked.

If I Don't Laugh I Will Cry

I know it is not funny but here I am two days away from the big family reunion and this is my night: First the "new" van is leaking SOMETHING so I have to bring it to Firestone. They say engine trouble- go straight to the dealer. We get to the dealer and drop off the van. Four hours later they say the repair can wait until after the reunion so we can pick it up. So we make another family outing BACK to the dealer. (First of all, why is it that no matter what brand we buy, the dealer is always 30 minutes away? Secondly- anyone with kids knows what an ordeal it is to pile everyone into a car every time you need to bring one car in for service.) So anyway- back to the story: Laurel has the big idea to drop me off and go get a table at a Mexican Restaurant. So the plan sounds good. I get to the place and see the whole family walking out with sullen faces. As soon as L,O and J get seated Owen throws up blue Gatorade all over the place. So the short of it is, I bring O home and J goes to another place to eat with L (too embarrassed to return to the same place.) O seems to be on the mend until he wakes me up with ear pain at 12:45AM. After a couple hours we are back to sleep until the painters arrive at 7. Well- one way or another I will get ready for the big family reunion! Speaking of which- gotta get packing.!