Little Mr. B Would Like to Make an Announcement

As of April 27, 2011, 9:15pm, he is no longer a baby.

He aced his "Always Changing & Growing Up" pre-test yesterday.

And the teacher gave them some "deoderant and zit repellant."

It's good that he got some repellant, because we've had a couple of those little visitors come nosing by.

Some girlies ding, dong ditched our house the other day.

Eeeek!

It's happened once before

along with another instance of chalk writing on our driveway.

I think this time next year he will be as tall as me.

His shoes are already a bit too big.

I know the tooth fairy's really going to miss him.

If he/she ever remembers to come.

There is still a tooth in a baggie on his nightstand from a month ago.

The tooth that fell out shortly (like one day) after another tooth.

It's like his body's pushing the little boy out.

That or a dental horror show.

I think the tooth fairy is in denial

and

I wish the teacher'd given him some girl repellant.

Rockin' With the PreK Crowd

A few weeks ago, I went on a hot date to a concert and a picnic lunch afterward.

Transportation had been arranged.

It was awesome.

I liked the bus ride there and back

(except the part on the way home when my tired date and his friend started fighting a little bit),

the awesome PreK mosh pit,

and the walk to the park after our lunch.

When you watch the video, the dark sections are of the auditorium full of kids-singing and dancing along.

Apparently this man is a big hit with this crowd.

I'd never heard of him,

but my friend who has a little boy in

little mr. j's class and soccer team

and who's husband is little mr. j's future

t-ball assistant coach

know him.

He goes the the dental office where she works.

Go visit his site if you'd like- Stephen Fite.

And if you get a chance for a hot date with your little man or gal-

take 'em up on it,

because it's woo hoo, okie pokie fun!

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PS- I was in no way compensated for this post.

We paid for our tickets to the show

and did not buy a t-shirt.

(It wasway fun to see little mr. j's teacher go up on the stage during the show, though.)

Count Down

Image from here.

Tonight we registered someone for new student orientation.

(She's starting summer term.)

I think I may have found a few apron strings that missed being clipped.

We are about 7 weeks out.

So very weird.

Sunday School - Easter

Happy Easter.
What a lovely day.
It rained and was cloudy and grey.
Clearing the drought (I hope).
Very fitting for this Christian holiday, I think.

May I share with you the words to a beautiful hymn that we sang today.
(If you'd like to listen or sing along, click here and hit play.)

 I Know That My Redeemer Lives


I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead.
He lives, my ever-living Head.
He lives to bless me with his love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.

He lives to grant me rich supply.
He lives to guide me with his eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise heav’nly Friend.
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing.
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives and grants me daily breath.
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare.
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”
He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”

Text: Samuel Medley, 1738–1799. Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.
Music: Lewis D. Edwards, 1858–1921
Job 19:25
Psalm 104:33–34
(copied from here)

Another Mama Bear Story

This sign was posted at the main intersection near our house about two weeks and two days ago.

I am the reason this sign was posted at the main intersection near our house and many other intersections.

I am especially the reason it part that reads "Possible Traffic Delays."

I know, me? Really? Really.

Mama Bear kicked in.

And she didn't keep her mouth shut this time.

So, for your entertainment,

my embarassment tinged with satisfaction,

and one long read,

 please follow this series of emails from last year.

(notes from me in italics -

names of people and places changed or adapted to make it more confusing for you)

Email 1

Subject: Problem with your bike route Saturday--please contact me

To whom it may concern:

It is April 10, 2010. Today my daughter is supposed to take the ACT. You know, the little test that has a huge impact on her future?

We live in X neighborhood. It is a neighborhood on two cross roads.

Why didn't you put out signs at some of the larger crossroads informing us that you would be causing traffic delays? Why didn't you publicize your routes better?

Do you realize the impact these delays can have on people?
My daughter left our neighborhood 30 minutes before the time she was supposed to be at The High School, where she was to take the test. (That is normally a 15 minute route door to door.) She called ten minutes later, sobbing, telling us she was stuck at the two cross roads. By the time we could get down there to help her, it was quarter till 8:00am. The traffic director let a few cars through, but she was stopped again. By the time I walked up to her car (braless & in my pajamas), he waved her through. I waved her on, because what else could I do?
Now I have a stressed out child taking the test that determines her future. Thanks a lot.
If you had publicized this better, we could have planned accordingly and not had these problems this morning.
I need a telephone number and name of a person in authority as soon as possible. There is more I would like to discuss.
Thank you,
the mrs. (aka Crazed Mother)
my phone number here

Email 2
Hello Mrs.
I was forwarded your email by our Race Director.
I want to offer our apologies for any inconvenience today's bicycle race may have caused you and your family.
I tried calling you a few minutes ago and would be glad to visit with you at your convenience.
Sincerely yours,
Classy Man who can handle a crazed mother well
President, 2010 Redbud Classic
his phone number


Email 3
Mrs. :

I received your voicemail and appreciate your understanding with respect to the busy-ness of this weekend. I know you are probably busy, too, so I will try again to reach you this weekend, but if we don't connect, please call me at your convenience on Monday on my cell (phone number) or at my office (phone number).
Yours,
Classy Man who can handle a crazed mother well


Email 4
Hi Classy Man,
I've been busy and haven't had a chance to call you. So, I thought I'd just email instead.
We were pretty upset with what happened the Saturday morning of the Redbud bike race.We live in a neighborhood. It is the neighborhood at two cross roads. So we were surrounded by the race.
That Saturday morning, my daughter very left early to go to take the ACT. We thought she had plenty of time to make it to the school early. We were wrong, because of the race that we didn't know about. If she'd been running to the grocery, that would have been no big deal. This was the test that helps determine her entire future.
She was stuck at the intersection until 7:45am it usually takes one minute to get through it from our house (she had left at 7:30am). Finally, the traffic officer waved her through. She made it to the test with one minute to spare (it's normally a 15 minute commute door-to-door). Fortunately, there was a teacher there that she knew who was able to help her calm down and she was able to take the ACT.
This child has stress issues and the ACT day was not a good day for this incident to happen. She had done everything in her power to control the situation in preparation for the test. The bike race threw her off.
She says she thinks she did well and did not feel anxiety while taking the test, so hopefully her scores will reflect that.
My husband has run marathons and done bike races, we know the work that goes into an event like this. We also have the bike people out here all the time and we are happy about it, it's a beautiful place to ride.
But, folks who use the area really should be considerate to the people who live here. We had no idea that the Red Bud bike race was going to happen here - let alone on that Saturday. Since moving to Oklahoma a year and a half ago, the attitude of the locals regarding what's happening in the community has just baffled me. Everyone seems to assume that newcomers (and we're really not newcomers anymore) automatically know about all that is going on the the community.
People who plan big events like yours need to do a better job of advertising and community outreach. A simple sign at the intersection would have been enough. We could have adjusted our daughter's plans accordingly. (We did see the port-a-john, and wondered why it was there. We thought maybe the church was getting ready for some construction or something.) There is a precious Baptist church at the corner of the two cross roads.
Although I really thought about it for a long time, I'm not going to ask for your organization to compensate us for the cost of the test that she's probably going to have to retake. I am going to ask you to please get the word out to any and all organizers of events such as these--please be kind to the communities you are using. Let them know what is going on. Put up little signs and contact HOAs in areas that have them. In our case, call the neighborhood school and have them put it on the reader board. The totally obnoxious one that I can see the glow from all the way from my house when it's on and working. It's a little extra work, but the community support you would get back would pay off and you wouldn't have freaked out moms contacting you in such a "mother bear" way on the day of the event.
Hope your event went well. Hope it is awesome in the years to come.
Thank you,
the mrs.
my phone number


Email 5
Mrs. :

Thank you for your email. I was hoping you would get back in touch.
Again, I appreciate all of your thoughts and I do understand the frustration. At our post-race meeting, we discussed ways to inform the residents of certain neighborhoods (including yours of course) in advance about the event. Everyone agreed it would be a good idea to reach out to neighborhood associations and even plant a sign in the grass notifying the neighborhoods along the route. Your idea about calling the schools is one we hadn't thought of, but we will look into that, too.
As a way of letting you and your family know that we regret any difficulty the bike race may have caused, we want to invite you and your family to participate in next year's Redbud at no cost. It is a fun spring event and we think you will enjoy the events on Saturday and Sunday. To take us up on our offer, simply email our race director, a very nice person, next spring and let her know what events you plan to participate in (her email address is someone@somewhere).
Thank you again for getting in touch and for your candor. Please feel free to get in touch if any additional issues arise.
Yours,
Classy Man who can handle a crazed mother well
President, 2010 Redbud Classic
Classy Man
Man Law Firm
Some Stree and Suite
Oklahoma City, OK
phone number (Office)
phone number (Mobile)
phone number (FAX)
web address

But guess what we had on our schedule that Saturday (we don't do Sunday sports)?
(I just made a list, but deleted it- it was a fun, but busy day & you just read through all those emails-I don't want to make you read too much more.)
We couldn't take him up on his offer.
But I did leave a little earlier for my meeting that morning.
And I bet the kids who had to go take the ACT & saw the sign knew they had to leave a little earlier.
I had one friend tell me that "they" will never know what I did for "them."
And you know what, I'm ok with that because I know what I did.
Even though I was foolish & a bit irrational.
I know what I did.
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PS-Oh, do I know what I did. I have another neighbor and friend (who's beautiful wife is over there --> in the followers section) who seems to not remember seeing me running down the street trying to help my daughter. I am thankful he was busy watching the bikes that morning. (I have not come out and talked to him specifically about the whole thing, it's just too embarassing. In some conversations, I've talked around it & nothing's come up. PHEW.)

Picasso Peep Art

The local library is having a peep art competition,

but according to the registration materials,

I am too old to enter.

I think my piece pictured above would totally have rocked the categories,

but alas,

tis not to be.

So I'm just sharing it with you,

my peeps.

Thanks for enjoying my Peep art.

peep s - (or ps) - miss h and I are in the midst of a disagreement over who took this photograph.
She thinks it was she and I thinks it was I.

Any who who took it,
we're both too old.
And I find that peepy funny.

peep peep s - I'm thinking now that miss h is correct
and she did take the picture
but the senario she keeps describing to me
about the when and how and
what I was doing
while she was thieving my camera
and taking peep portraits
eludes me.

Message from miss h

miss h wrote the message above and asked that I share it with you.

I asked her to please write a post to go with it,

but she's busy being a Senior & all that,

so sorry no post.

But--we can chalk this one up as one more post about a big kid.

Yay.

Happy Spring.

ps- How about those fence lines?