The biggest complaint about the Cars 3 Movie!

It ended too soon! 🙂 

Jack and I went to see the movie last night, and we really liked it. It might be in a close tie with the first movie as far as storyline and characters and emotions, etc.  The second movie was OK, but I really liked the first and the third.

I totally didn’t stay until after the credits, so we missed the little Mater movie at the end.

OK, enough about that. 🙂 

Today was the first official day of camp. Jack has been outside all day, and I’m waiting to pick him up. I wonder if he will be sunburned, or covered in mosquito bites, or none of the above. 🙂

Hopefully there is nothing to report from the camp office, as they have had to do in past years ha ha.

Here are the first words out of Jack’s mouth after he got into the car.

(I predict he will have some good news, maybe about zip lining in, or the fact that he does not want to go swimming anymore because the pool is too cold. Let’s see what he says.)

Jack: I’m starving. I need food!

Well was I close? Lol… he must have worked up a good appetite being outside all day!

And in other random news…

Here’s a photo of Moca’s last trip to NYC …we are in Bryant Park…

She loves to ride the train when I take jack to NYC. Everyone loved her! 🙂

To homework or not to homework, that is the question

(My little delinquent adding to the art space in our town)

There is only one week left of school. The last two days are half days, so they really aren’t of any educational value. They are more suited to messing up my work schedule and messing with a full week of camp. Grrrr! Typical in our town 🙂

The other night I asked Jack if he had any homework. He said no. Now let me point out, he absolutely knows that studying for a test is considered homework. So if he has an upcoming test, then the nights before the test should be considered study/homework. Right? Ugh.

That is very weak foreshadowing LOL. 

However, Jack did say that he did not have homework. So we did lots of other things, like watch TV, go for a walk with the dog, hang around outside, etc.

In the morning, we had this discussion.

Jack: oh no, I’m so worried about my two tests today. I have Spanish and science tests and I hope I do OK!

Me: what? You didn’t tell me you had tests today! Why didn’t you study last night? I would’ve helped you.

Jack: because you made me watch TV and go for a walk. I didn’t have any time!

Me: wait a minute, I asked you if you had any homework and you said no. Why didn’t you say something then?

Jack: I didn’t have any homework. Studying is not homework because it’s not mandatory.

Me: (really) But you know if you have a test, I can help you study and then you won’t have to worry so much. Why didn’t you point that out to me last night?

Jack: because I didn’t worry about it last night. We studied all week for both tests. 

Me: well, put your iPod away right now and study with breakfast. At least you’ll have some studying under your belt before you go to school.

Jack: no, I’m fine. I know they will be easy tests because we studied all week. So I don’t have to study right now.

Me: then what was all the fuss just now about not studying? If you think you’re fine, then why all the drama? Really. 

Jack: don’t you know, that’s just my way of worrying a little bit before a test. (Big smile)

Me: sigh.

At least he knows himself! And how is it that I hadn’t figured this out yet??

5 Things Heard on This TGIF Day

Jack and I woke up about 15 minutes late today. Not terrible, but in Jack’s world it’s a catastrophe. He wakes up right at the exact same time every single day. If he’s a minute late he feels like there is not enough time to do all of the things he needs to do. Like, play games, read and of course eat.

As usual, there were some charming freezes slung around the kitchen this morning. Here are the top five that I could remember. I think all of them had some sort of warning associated with them ha ha.

me: Jack, let’s move a bit faster this morning. (Repeat this five times)

5. (Hand holding a cereal box over the bowl, not pouring, while he stares at his iPad) just 30 more seconds on this game!

4. I am eating, see? Look what I’m doing, look what I’m doing, sigh. (Start shoveling cereal into his mouth)

3. It’s your fault we woke up late, why don’t you set an alarm!? (When I reminded him that he can also set an alarm, he said this is just my way of stalling. Stalling for what I wonder?)

2. You always wake me up late! (I told him we were on time all this week) I mean, you ALMOST always wake me up late!! (Sigh)

1. I have detention on Monday, but it’s totally not my fault, someone just put a pan on my desk and I was giving it back to them and he said Jeff the tension! So I have to stay after on Monday. (Sigh sigh sigh)

Happy Friday!!!!

Yes…Jack is still Irish and I’m not

Or am I?

When I was a kid, St. Patrick’s Day always meant something, because I would wear green to school, and get green mashed potatoes and cupcakes, and wear pins that said “kiss me I’m Irish”, even though I wasn’t, and all that fun stuff. 

Now that I’m older, and not even 1%  Irish, it’s a holiday that kind of sneaks up on me and goes right past. I know a lot of Irish people, and my son is Irish too, but that usually doesn’t help me remember to wear green ha ha.

Me: Jack, go change your shirt. Put on the green one.

Jack: Why? No one’s going to care.

Me: you’ll care. And I’ll care. And Saint Patrick will care. Go pick out a green shirt because you’re Irish.

Jack: do we have any of those pins that say kiss me I’m Irish?

Me: no I don’t think we do, and even if we did, I wouldn’t know where they are.

Jack: ( calling from upstairs ) I don’t know which shirt is green!

I forget sometimes that he is colorblind.

Me: it’s the long sleeve shirt that’s farther over to the right in the… Oh forget it I’ll come up and show you.

Jack: is it this one? (He found the right one!)

Me: yeah that’s it! Now you look like my little Irish boy. That mixed with German. Explains a lot.

Jack: what was that?

Me: oh nothing…

And, boy does that explain a lot! Ha ha. Anyone else out there a mix of Irish and German, or have a child or spouse with that combo? Let me know what you think 🙂

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Here’s Moca chewing something green ha ha.

I’m cranky

Just venting to say that I had to blog posts queued up and ready to go, over a week ago, but my phone broke in the drafts were lost. So you will have to suffer in silence for a little longer while I prepare new shit.

I’ll leave you with a quote from Jack from last night.

Jack: Mom, you really shouldn’t eat anymore M&Ms, especially when you get a big zit on your face like that. Shouldn’t you know by now?

me: 😫

Define annoying…

Today we had a 90 minute delay due to snow so I had to drive Jack to school. We made a quick stop at Dunkin’ Donuts for hot cocoa. The puppy Moca went into her crate nicely and Bella was enjoying the peace and quiet.

We were driving along when Jack saw one of his friends standing outside waiting for the bus.

Jack: Hey you scrub!

me: why are you yelling that at that kid? Is that what you guys call each other?

Jack: no, I called him a scrub because he’s annoying.

Me: oh, I thought he was your friend, but he’s annoying?

Jack: he’s not really my friend he’s just very annoying so I call him a scrub.

Me: well, how annoying to you have to be to be called a scrub? What does he do?

Jack: he just ask annoying that’s all

Me: is he annoying like a bully? Like poking at you and stuff?

Jack: no he doesn’t do that he just annoys me.

Me: what exactly does he do to annoy you? Tell me what he does that’s annoying to you.

Jack: kind of like what you’re doing right now.

Me: sigh…

I’ll leave you with a recent photo of Jack from the other day, and one of Moca this morning with her sweater and boots. We had just come in from shoveling the driveway ha ha.

Meet Moca!

If you’ve ever owned a puppy then you can appreciate my state of mind right now. We picked up Moca this past Saturday. She is half Pitbull and half Corgi mix. A rescue! Adorable and sweet at 12 weeks old. Smart as ever!

Then why am I in, as my friend called it, puppy post-partum? Because ITS LIKE HAVING AN INFANT!

Haha.

It will pass. But I’m tired.

Jack is so thrilled to finally have a new puppy. He’s a great help also and Moca loves him.
The Plan…

Jack: i’m going to walk the dog morning and night right mom?

me: Yep!

Reality…

Jack: but it’s so cold and dark out at 6:30! Can you do it?

me: Nope!

We have a pretty good schedule, Moca does really well all night in her crate I must say. I wake her up in the morning take her outside, feed her and take her in the kitchen on a leash to get Jack’s breakfast ready. The leash is for everyone’s safety and control. Especially Bella. And my furniture and walls.

Then Jack comes down stairs after getting dressed and eat breakfast, and we play in the kitchen while he ignores us. Ha ha. Then I take Moca into the bathroom with me to get partially ready while Jack brushes his teeth and get his things together for school. Jack will then take her for a walk for about 10 minutes while I blow dry and get dressed and then we all walk down to the bus stop together. And then I have about a half hour more playtime and getting-ready-time with the dog and then she goes in her crate around  7:30. Luckily I work close to home so I zip home before lunch and spend a half-hour with her and then we repeat the routine when I get home from work.

She really is great at our routine even though it’s only been three days.

And that’s as long as it took me to write this blog post ha ha. I can do about a paragraph a day. I’m so tired and need a good Dog Walker! 🙂