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My Work Here is Done
Last week, exactly 9 days before Thanksgiving and 41 days before Christmas, Rylee and I were on our drive home when she noticed that things were…different.
There was a Frosty the Snowman scene painted on the window of a convenience store.
She noticed it as we drove by and huffed and snorted and let out a heavy sigh.
I said nothing.
Pretty soon, we could see houses twinkling away, adorned with lights.
She huffed and snorted and sighed again.
This time, I said, “What’s the problem, Ry?”
She huffed and snorted and even “tssk-ed” this time before answering me in a clearly irritated voice, “It’s NOT Christmas time yet! Why do they have snowmans and lights up!?”
And so I say…my work here is done.
Enough with the pink already!
I am about to lose my damn mind over here, people.
Rylee has been all about a bike for the last few months now, so Andy & I decided Santa would bring her a bike for Christmas. I figured I’d start checking out our options.
Holy mother-trucking pink-glitter-unicorny decorated bikes. I about threw up in my mouth just browsing toys-r-us’s website.
I mean really, every single girl bike is either decorated with bright pink dolphins, or minnie mouse or dora or disney princess froo-froo crap. And they have names like “Shooting Star” or “Morning Glory” and “Ocean Mist”. Seriously…who in their right mind wouldn’t throw up in their mouth when seeing names like those!?
So, naturally, I took a peek at the “boy” options. Those weren’t much better…it was all hulk, spider man and crap like that.
Who cares you say? Just get her a “girlie” bike you say? She loves Dora you say?
Well I say…
But she probably won’t love Dora forever.
And She doesn’t even know who the disney princesses are.
Not to mention if we bough her a pink, glittery unicorn bike our luck, our next kid would be a boy and, well folks, we just don’t have the money to be buyin’ new bikes for each of our kids. So, there will be hand-me-downs. {I didn’t get my very own new bike until I was in the 5th grade and it made it that much more special and awesome thankyouverymuch.}
Oh and there’s the little fact that I JUST DON’T WANT TO!
There are just no real options for “gender neutral” little kid bikes.
Don’t get me wrong, over the last few years, I’ve grown to love pink-ish girlie things a wee bit more than before I had a daughter, but too much of it still makes my stomach churn.
To get around all of this? We’re no, I’m We’re spending $30 more than most any other bike available and buying her a red Radio Flyer bike.
Not girlie, but it also doesn’t scream “I’M FOR A BOY” either.
Perfect.
Now I just have to find her a decent little helmet.
{Don’t even get me started on those!}
No Mail Mom Fail
A couple of months ago there was a note in Rylee’s cubby at school. I don’t remember the exact wording now, but it said something about Miss Sarah {her teacher} putting a mailbox {AKA empty tissue box with the word “mailbox” on it…3 year olds are SO gullible} on the window sill of their classroom and parents are welcome to leave notes for their kids that would be read aloud during circle time {remember this part, it will be important soon}.
“CUTE!” I thought. I took the note home and after it got shuffled between the counter, kitchen table and island a few times {I am so my father’s daughter} it must have mades it’s way into the recycle…where I proceeded to completely forget about it.
Now, fast forward to last week at school pick-up. I head to the big room to pick Ry up and we head into her classroom to grab her things. But, on this day, she got to be the LINE LEADER and had to take me over to the little pouch on the wall to show me that her name was in it!
Seriously! So! Exciting!
While we’re standing there chatting about how TOOL {cool} it was to be the line leader, in what I can now only assume is the spot the have their circle time, mid sentence she stops, puts her little hands on her little hips, lets out a little sigh/grunt and says totally distraught “I don’t get no mail ever!”
Forget about the fact that that was a total double negative…it only took about 2.5 seconds to sink in…and I felt like a big fat jerk and about 3 inches tall.
MOM FAIL!
Every other kid in my daughter’s class has been getting “mail” in their mailbox but her.
Fast forward again to drop off this morning.
There was a note stuffed into that empty facial tissue box mailbox.
She better love it.
This Kid…
Oh my, this kid has been killing me with the cute lately!
I mean really…what a little ham bone.
I’m loving her sense of humor too…she’ll tell me one thing and then yell out “JUST JOKING!” with a big grin and giggle.
The other night during dinner, Andy said something and Ry looked over at him, sighed a little and said, “Oh Dad, you’re hilarious.”
She regularly looks at me and says, “Really mom? Really?”
{Ummm…when did she start calling us mom and dad!?}
She’s so silly and giggly and just all around awesome.





