tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30163698401413235152024-03-18T20:21:48.800-07:00Adventures in GracielandA seven year old boy and his best friend Gracie.Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-69681319045656985782012-03-15T10:00:00.000-07:002012-03-15T10:00:24.032-07:00Wierd ObsessionsDid anybody catch the episode of Anderson Cooper with the "Wierd Obsession" couple? The <em>Cabbage Patch Kid </em>couple?<br />
I didn't. But I heard about it.<br />
And then I googled it.<br />
And now I feel for my son's mental health and future as a hoarder of all things Cabbage Patch Kid.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For him this picture confirmed just about every story he has ever told us about Gracie. Gracie goes away at night when A is asleep to a place called Doll World. In Doll World everyone is Gracie's size and Gracie is president and is married, because in Doll World you are allowed to be president and be married at seven. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />
There have been so many stories of Gracie's life in Doll World, this place, that until he was shown this picture, was just in his head. <br />
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And now it is real. <br />
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And my son may end up on a wierd obsession show himself one day.Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-54746365068074431372012-02-27T18:51:00.000-08:002012-02-27T18:51:19.642-08:00My Aching HeadHe<em> is so</em> charming...<br />
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"If I ever buy land by the wineries I'm going to set up a shop and sell stuff and Dad will work there. Don't worry, I'll pay you too even if you don't do anything so you can finally have some money. Cus you never have any money".<br />
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Me: "I'm cold".<br />
A: "I'm not, only wimps get cold".<br />
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A had started getting headaches after school. I am the mom, as I'm sure many of you are, that automatically goes to <em>worst case scenario. </em>I am not the person that has the "it won't happen to me" attitude. Oh no, quite the opposite. I have the "If anything bad is gonna happen, it's gonna happen to me" attitude.<br />
So anyway, the headaches. I did just watch it for a bit, waiting it out to see if it was an excuse to get out of doing things. Nope, it wasn't. On the day he didn't want to go see a movie and go to McDonald's with his grandma after school I decided to get to the bottom of the problem. <br />
I called around and got him in to the first eye doc that would take him, thinking I would start there. <br />
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And at the eye doctor is where the quest to get to the bottom of the headache problem both began and ended. There was just the one little hiccup.<br />
Doc: "Can I talk to outside a moment".<br />
Me: *GULP* "yes".<br />
Doc: "I think hes faking. I think he wants glasses so hes pretending his eyes are bad".<br />
Me: "Ok, but I don't think he'd go as far to pretend headaches and such".<br />
Doc: "Theres this thing I do with kids. I click it and make the sound but don't change anything. He keeps telling me its better or worse, when it is, in fact, the same" I have to dialate his eyes. I can't ignore a headache, a headache could mean anything including cancer of the eye. I have to rule that out". <br />
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REALLY DOCTOR? YOU JUST WENT STRAIGHT TO CANCER OF THE EYE WITH THE WORLD'S HUGEST HYPOCHONDRIAC MOM?<br />
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Me: (While slowly dying inside) Then dilate his eyes.<br />
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Dilate, wait, re-do the tests...<br />
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Doc: "Well, he needs glasses. He was just trying so hard to get them, he almost didn't get them. He had me convinced he didn't need them by trying to convince me he did".<br />
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A: "What? I get glasses?" Jumps off seat. " I want the blue ones! And can we go to Build A Bear and get Gracie glasses?"<br />
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I'm happy to report that hes had the glasses for probably about three weeks now, and we haven't had a single headache. <br />
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I could tell he'd been mulling something over all weekend. He seemed a bit upset. We stayed busy though! He rode bikes at the "jumps" with his dad all day, went to a birthday party Saturday night, had a friend over after the party and got to stay up until midnight. Sunday was another day of being at the "jumps" with his dad and a friend, a visit to a lovely kid friendly winery in the area where he and a friend were able to explore and check out the farm animals. This was followed by dinner and then a visit to the arcade. Yes, my son is spoiled. He is an only child that has all the attention in the world. <br />
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But still, with all of this going on, I could just tell that something was wrong. And so this morning he finally broke. <em>Someone </em>told him that he was to old to have Gracie, Greenie and Bluie. (his blankets). And so this morning he cried and cried that he should get rid of them because at seven, he is too old.<br />
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Me: "Are they in your heart"?<br />
A: "Yes".<br />
Me: "Then it doesn't matter what anybody thinks or says. If they are in your heart, and you love them, you can keep them for as long as you'd like.<br />
A: "But <em>little shithead </em>told me that I'm too old for them and that they're stupid and that I'm stupid for having them". (FYI the kids name is not actually little shithead)<br />
Me: "But <em>Little Shithead </em>is not in your heart and they are. So forget what <em>Little Shithead </em>has to say. He is unkind and we don't waste time with people who are unkind".<br />
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And so A took Gracie and both blankets out from behind his pillow and put them in between us to include them in the longest hug ever. And we told eachother over and over that we love eachother and we told Gracie over and over that we love him and we snuggled with Greenie and Bluie and eventually the tears dried.<br />
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And finally hunger won out and we got up and ate pancakes.<br />
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I believe in innocence. I <em>don't want </em>my child to grow up too quickly. I want him to want his blankets and his Gracie and I want him to be sweet and I want everything to be magical for him. That is what childhood is about and I want it to stay that way for as long as it can. The time will come soon enough when<em> Little Shithead</em> <em> </em>and all the others like him will have complete influnce over my sweet sweet boy. I'm keeping <em>Little Shithead </em>and his cohorts away as long as I can.<br />
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My home is full of love and magic and make believe. I want it to stay that way for as long as it can. Because once it is gone, the innocence is gone. And the thought of that makes me sad. Life is long and the part of it that is childhood is so, so short. Let it be full of innocence and magic.Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-53654172254081824732012-01-27T13:55:00.000-08:002012-01-27T13:55:38.681-08:00Balsamic Chicken in the CrockpotThis is my favorite chicken recipe right now. Its SUPER easy and really delicious. I highly recommend you make it like three times a week, at least. I got it from <a href="http://www.facebook.com/SkinnyCrockPot" target="_blank">Skinny Crockpot</a>, which I originally found on Pinterest but have since "Liked" on Facebook, which happens to be the link that I provided you. (That was a fat run-on sentence.) So now that I got the attributions out of the way, down to the recipe. You'll all have to excuse me, I am not a food blogger. My pictures suck. But I figure if you're not going to make the chicken because of my Iphone picture skills, well then it's your loss not mine...<br />
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Ingredients:<br />
4-6 boneless skinless chicken breasts (Currently there are only 3 in my crockpot. I don't think the world will end)<br />
2 14.5oz can of diced tomatoes<br />
1 onion, sliced. (I only use a few slices, not an entire onion)<br />
Salt<br />
Pepper<br />
4 garlic cloves<br />
2 tblsp of olive oil<br />
1/2 cup balsamic vinegar (yum! It smells so good!)<br />
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1 tsp basil<br />
1 tsp rosemary<br />
1/2 tsp thyme<br />
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***I only used one can of diced tomatoes and it was very balasmic-y but I loved it! Doing it this way just didn't create enough sauce to pour over noodles. Anyway, just do it the way the recipe says, that way you won't have any complaints and I won't have to hear them.<br />
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Directions:<br />
Pour the olive oil into the bottom on the crockpot & salt and pepper them and throw the sliced onion on top of them. Cover them in dried herbs and garlic, pour in the vinegar, top with diced tomatoes and cook on high for 4 hours. <br />
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I promise it's delicious. If you don't like it then there is probably something wrong with your taste buds that you should have checked out.<br />
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Let me know what you think!Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-448061518897184072012-01-27T09:40:00.000-08:002012-01-27T09:40:49.016-08:00Well Bully For YouIt's illegal to beat up little kids. It's probably illegal to even think about beating up little kids. In fact, beating up little kids, beside being illegal, would probably make me a big mean bully, which would make me exactly like the kids that I would want to beat up.<br />
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As a parent, there is nothing more difficult than knowing that your child is being bullied. What do you do about it? How do you react? How do you fix it? How do you console your kid?<br />
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The thing is I spent two years in a Master's program learning all about kids and bullying. I know about bullying. Playground bullying, bullying in the classroom, cyber-bullying. I know the steps to take. I know what to tell the parents. What I <em>don't know </em>is what to do when it is my own kid. What to do when it is happening in my own neighborhood.<br />
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I can't move. I've thought about it. Beside running away really not being the best problem solver and really not teaching my son how to confront and deal with problems, it is an expensive solution and I don't think we'd be able to unload this house on anyone in this economy anyway.<br />
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We've tried talking to the parents. Parents who used to be great friends. Parents who don't feel that there is a problem. Parents who feel that <em>we</em> are the problem for even bringing up. Unfortunately, because of the circumstances, that relationship has deteriorated to nothing. It just makes me so sad. <br />
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I understand that my son is younger. I understand that we do not allow him to do certain things or play certain games. I <em>understand that there is an age difference. </em>And this difference may keep him from playing Call of Duty on the XBox, but it shouldn't keep him from bouncing on a trampoline. There is nothing more heartbreaking to a parent than when all the kids in the neighborhood kids make a plan with your son there, yell goodbye to your kid, and go into a backyard and play. There is nothing more heartbreaking than when your kid, who can hear the kids playing, see them bouncing up and down over the fence, looks at you and says, "Well I guess no one likes me anymore". There is nothing more heartbreaking than when your kid is heartbroken.<br />
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I just want it to stop. I just want to restore peace. I want things to go back to the way they were when a two and a half year age difference wasn't so big. I want to go back to how it was when we were like one big family. Before my son started being excluded. Before I dreaded weekends. Before I started praying for weekend rain.<br />
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So tell me parents? What would you do? How would you handle this situation? How would you make it right for your child?Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-27111923800394571472011-11-03T11:21:00.000-07:002011-11-03T11:21:16.443-07:00Mom, Can you Look Up the World's Biggest....I have started my Christmas shopping. FINALLY. Today I bought A the Guinness Book of World Records 2012. This kid wants to know the biggest/smallest/fattest/skinniest/tallest/shortest of everything. All I every hear is "hey, mom, can you look up on your phone..."<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I'm hoping that this will keep him busy for a while...</div>Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-34867828732813575902011-10-31T13:55:00.000-07:002011-10-31T13:55:12.648-07:00creepy...Todays Lifetime movie: A woman suspects that her stepdaughter's imaginary friend is a ghost haunting thier new house". NEXT!Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-400102921701446192011-10-28T10:38:00.000-07:002011-10-28T10:38:47.116-07:00Bavarian BoyWell I never claimed to be a seamstress.. I've never even claimed to be creative when it comes to the glue gun. BUT, last night I had no choice. After A being sick for 2 days, and then being out for 8 when we went to Hawaii, I was a bit out of the loop. I found out at 4pm yesterday that he had to dress 'German' for International Day today. This is my 9pm attempt at lederhosen..If you make your eyes kinda squinty and cock your head just a bit, it works...<br />
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It has been hectic. HEC-TIC. With A in 1st grade, we have crazy sized homework packets, lots of reading to attend to, and lots of activities that mom has to prepare for. Like, for example, deciding how A should dress up for tomorrow's International Day. His class is German. Where do I get a German outfit at 5:15pm on a Thursday night? And why, you ask, did you leave putting on the German costume until the night before? BECAUSE I didnt know about it! We have been in Hawaii, A has been out of school for a week and a half, and (I double checked) nowhere on the hand-outs does it say to dress German. This I find out today, his first day back. So why, you ask, have I decided to start up this blog again rather than do what it is that I'm supposed to do? Well it's simple. I'm lazy and I like to procrastinate, especially when I have NO IDEA what to do.<br />
Anyway, we have dealt with some family stuff, no worries, in the end everyone is happy and healthy and still here. Thats what matters most.<br />
We went on a vacation. A MUCH needed, happy, family vacation. Of course, Gracie came along.<br />
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<div align="center">And of course, so did A.!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And he's also managed to earn his Black Belt in Karate</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>And score a sweet pair of shades...Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-31055722129569529982011-04-06T14:57:00.000-07:002011-04-06T14:57:59.231-07:00Night Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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1) Gracie doesnt have to sit in a car seat because he is not a baby, hes a midget. No, he's not offended by the term midget. He IS offended by being called a doll or being referred to as "she".<br />
2) He sits in a regular seat belt or on the center arm rest in the back seat. The arm rest is his "booster".<br />
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Other random Gracie info:<br />
*Gracie's belly button is not his belly button but his "weenie" which is still in need of repair and being held on by a few strings and a couple of band-aids. I have been forbidden to wash Gracie until I can learn how to fix his weenie, because it might fall off in the wash. (Seriously people if you know how to fix this, let me know! Gracie needs a bath!)<br />
*Gracie is developing a terrible potty mouth and is fully responsible for the bathroom humor that comes out of Aidan's mouth. He wouldn't know about it if Gracie didnt tell him.Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-59145836319509369742011-03-09T10:28:00.001-08:002011-03-09T10:28:15.285-08:00Gracie to Aidan: "When do you have to be the doll and I get to be the kid"?Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-39240308465165873622011-03-02T13:21:00.000-08:002011-03-02T13:21:39.322-08:00LoveAidan: "Im going to have Gracie until I die".<br />
Me: "Ok thats fine".<br />
Aidan: "But Gracie will never die, he'll live forever".<br />
Gracie: "I'll live forever?"<br />
Aidan: "Yes but when I die I will be holding you".<br />
Gracie: "Why will you hold me when you die"?<br />
Aidan: "Because I love you more than anything in the whole world".Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-5589412538321327832011-02-28T15:21:00.000-08:002011-02-28T15:21:15.444-08:00Grocery ShoppingMe: "Is that where the Elsinore Costco is?"<br />
B: "Yes, why, do you want to go to Costco today?"<br />
Me: "No, but I'd like to come over here some time soon just because I keep hearing that it's better than the Temecula Costco".<br />
Aidan: "It is better. It's the Costco that Gracie goes to all the time".<br />
Me: "Gracie shops at Costco? What does he get from Costco?"<br />
Aidan: "Gracie always shops at Costco for his groceries. That Costco sells really tiny food so Gracie likes going there".Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-64694136412705495762011-02-27T08:58:00.001-08:002011-02-27T08:58:51.260-08:00Aidan: "Gracie loves the bacon, I can tell by the look on his face".<br />
Gracie: "You can't tell by looking at me! I'm always smiling! Even when I'm sad I look like this!"Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-13009242320695240262011-02-23T16:01:00.000-08:002011-02-23T16:01:05.207-08:00For a while we thought it would be best if Gracie was left at home. We (Brandon and I) wanted Gracie to be an "at home" and a "bed time" thing. As you can imagine there was a lot of protest from both Aidan and Gracie.<br />
I told Aidan that Gracie couldn't come with us, because being a nudist and all, it was inappropriate for Gracie to be out and about with no clothes on. Both Aidan and Gracie promised that if I were to just make Gracie an outfit, he would wear it for public appearences. Aidan, Gracie and I went to the fabric store where the two of them picked out fabric.<br />
Needless to say, the pick was very "Gracie".<br />
We got home and I set about constructing a pair of pants. In the event that I put the time and effort into making Gracie an outfit, and Gracie did not wear the outfit, I figured that at least we had a pair of pants out of the deal. <br />
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And guess what? I was right in my guess that the pants would not be worn all too often..In fact, the time I took this picture is about the only time that Gracie wore his them...Needless to say the shirt was never made...why bother? <br />
I still try with clothes occassionally, a pj set for christmas, a couple of outfits from the preemie rack at Target. They usually get put on, pulled off and tossed aside. Gracie now has his own "drawer" where his clothes are kept, should he decide he ever wants to put them on. I can't see this ever happening though, cus when you're as free as Gracie, who needs clothes?Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-9331181114653242052011-02-17T12:37:00.000-08:002011-02-17T12:37:03.247-08:00Bed Head<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They even wake up with the same hair!</td></tr>
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Our assignment due last night was to bring in an item that our family cherishes. "If your house was on fire and you could only grab one thing, excluding other people and animals of course, what would it be? Bring it in".<br />
So last night Brandon and I showed up to our class. People were bringing bags, contents unknown, photo albums, framed picures, you get the idea...<br />
We walked in with Gracie.<br />
Toward the end of the night we gathered in a circle to show and explain our cherished item.<br />
We were third in line. I was given specific instructions on what to say.<br />
Me: "So tonight we have to bring something our family loves more than anything. I was thinking your dad and I could bring Gracie"."<br />
Aidan: "I thought you love me more than anything".<br />
Me: "I do. Other than you something our WHOLE family loves".<br />
Aidan: "Ok you can bring him. DON'T call him a doll though. Tell everyone hes my brother. Tell everyone that he is your son and that I love my brother very much". "Promise?"<br />
Me: "Promise".<br />
So anyway, we're sitting in class and our turn comes and I say, "This is my other son Gracie"...<br />
I probably don't even need to say this but Gracie was a huge hit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Night that Gracie Went to School with Us</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-6475048706159701092011-02-08T15:39:00.000-08:002011-02-08T15:39:30.344-08:00Best Day Ever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When we picked up Aidan from school on Friday we had a brand new quad on the trailer waiting for him. Spoiled much? But he had crashed his old one, it was pretty much done, and, knowing that his father doesnt</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">like to tinker with things, we figured going and getting a new one would be best for everyone involved. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aidan: "Its mine? Its really mine?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me: "Yes, its yours!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aidan: "I get to keep it? Im not just borrowing it?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">B: "Nope, its all yours".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aidan: "This is the best day ever!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aidan: "Mom! Go get Gracie! He HAS to see this!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not ever one to pass up a photo-op I went and got Gracie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<li>"If you fart in Texas, its called a "Texas Fart". But we're not in Texas, we're in Temecula so we don't call it that"</li>
</ul>Aidan: "Mom, Where's Gracie?" <br />
Me: I dunno, back there with you somewhere".<br />
Aidan: "No hes not."<br />
Me: "Yes he is, you carried him out with your back pack".<br />
Aidan: "I LEFT HIM ON THE DRIVEWAY!!!"<br />
Me: "YOU LEFT HIM ON THE DRIVEWAY?????<br />
Panic Ensues and I'm debating on whether or not to turn around because we're not too far from home and we left a little early so probably wouldn't be late for school, and I KNOW that if Gracie is removed from the driveway and we never see him again it will be the end of the world, I will be the world's worst mom, and Aidan will continually tell strangers about the brother that he used to have that his mom left in the driveway and lost. (Don't think for a second that he's never told a grocery store clerk that his mom leaves his baby brother in the car when we go shopping). I slow down to pull of the road and turn around.<br />
Aidan: "Mom".<br />
Me: "What?"<br />
Aidan: "He's right here. He was hiding under my feet".<br />
Aidan: "Mom?"<br />
Me: "Yes Aidan?"<br />
Aidan: "Doesn't that house look like the White House except it has a chimney? I don't think the White House has a chimney. Don't you wish we had more than one chimney? Houses with lots of chimneys are cooler than our house". <br />
Me: "I don't know if the White House has a chimney or not and I still think our house is pretty cool even though we only have one".<br />
Aidan:"Mom, wouldn't it be funny if the White House was yellow and it was called the Yellow House?"Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-87847569875291153142011-01-27T15:08:00.000-08:002011-01-27T15:08:29.176-08:00Table for ThreeWe were leaving a meeting at Aidan's school the other night and Aidan was begging Brandon to carry him to the car.<br />
B: "You're too big to be carried".<br />
Me: "No hes not, he'll never be too big. Not even when hes in college".<br />
He picks Aidan up.<br />
B: "So what, am I going to carry you when you go on dates?"<br />
Aidan: "Yes".<br />
B: "And do I have to carry your date in my other arm? And how am I going to carry Gracie if I'm carrying you and your date?"<br />
Aidan laughing: "I'll hold Gracie and I'll hide him so no one will be able to see him."<br />
Me: "And what about when you get to the restraunt with your date? Wont it be wierd when she thinks there are only two of you on the date and you say "Table for 3 please". <br />
Aidan: "HAHAHAHAHHAHA TABLE FOR 3, HAHAHAHHAHHAH TABLE FOR 3". "Mom, can I have a table for 3?" "HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA".<br />
Me: "And are you going to ask for a high chair so that Gracie can see over the table?"<br />
As we get in the car Aidan is still giggling and saying stuff under his breath, it takes a minute for him to settle down and hes quiet for a minute or two.<br />
Aidan: "Mom, how about Gracie just brings a date too?"Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-39401190715015787592011-01-24T17:15:00.000-08:002011-01-24T17:15:45.569-08:00Me: "have a good day, I love you"!<br />
Aidan: "I love you too!" waves and walks away.<br />
Turns around, runs back, knocks on my window. I roll it down.<br />
Me: "what's up?"<br />
Aidan: "don't forget to tell Gracie that I love him and I'll miss him while I'm at school!"Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016369840141323515.post-79340726457954216272011-01-21T10:43:00.000-08:002011-01-21T10:43:40.509-08:00A Typical Morning Drive to SchoolWe were driving to school the other day, it was early, I wasn't feeling all that well and Aidan wanted to have the whole "how is God Jesus and Jesus is God but God is Jesus' dad and how is God Jesus' dad if Joseph is his dad"...I did my very best and we moved on. Then he says, "I really hope Skylar is back at school today, do you know who Skylar is?"<br />
Me: "No who is Skylar?"<br />
Aidan: "A girl in my class who went to New Zealand which is almost at the end of the world".<br />
Now just having finished the God is Jesus, Jesus is God talk, I really didnt want to get into the there really is no end of the world discussion so I let it go for another time. <br />
Also, as you read this you have to forgive me for my geographic mistakes, as I said it was early, I wasnt feeling well, my mind had already been frazzeled. Anywho, thinking of New Zealand as Finland, I tell Aidan that it's a tiny country that is really far away. <br />
Aidan: "What do you mean its tiny?"<br />
Me: "Uh Oh".<br />
Aidan: "You mean its tiny like everything is Gracie's size?" <br />
My thought: HOW CAN YOU TEACH THE CHILDREN TO READ IF THEY CANT FIT IN THE BUILDING!!<br />
Me: No I mean the area of it is small but it looks like this around us, like normal size.<br />
Aidan: "NO IT DOESNT LOOK LIKE THIS! IT LOOKS LIKE NEW ZEALAND, THIS LOOKS LIKE TEMECULA!!!"<br />
Me: No I meant the size of everything is the same as the size of everything in Temecula. <br />
Aidan: "Then why did you tell me it was Gracie's size?"<br />
Me: "I didn't"<br />
Aidan: "Yes you did mom and I really didnt think there was a country that had everything that was Gracie sized but you made it up"<br />
Me: "Im sorry. I was wrong".Adventures in Gracielandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02518691545979599135noreply@blogger.com1