Mommy and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

TGIF, except this Friday wasn’t so great. Amelia (my Honda Pilot, yes, we name our cars) started acting a little funny on the way to work. For instance, while I was stopped at a traffic light I was rolling backwards. I am not much of a mechanic, but I do not think cars in DRIVE should roll backward. And when you step on the gas, the car should actually go forward, not rev as if it is in neutral, right? My car, not so much. However, I was close enough to work that I managed to coast down the hill, around the corner and turn into the school parking lot. Which is where Amelia and I and my entire class (I’m sure I can tie this “field trip” into the curriculum somehow) were waiting when the tow truck finally came.
My sister came to pick me up after work and let me borrow her car to take Moira to karate. Which brings us to the second humiliating moment of the day. We arrived at the studio right at 5:30 for her class. Which started at 4:45 and ENDS at 5:30. Oh, yeah, arriving right as all her classmates are leaving and seeing the disappointed and confused look on Moira’s face made me lose any bonus motherhood points I’ve earned. I muttered guiltily, “Oh, God, I am so, so, so sorry!”
Kudos to the studio, with one look they realized exactly what kind of a scatter-brained mom Moira has and whisked her away for a “quick private lesson” so it wouldn’t count as an absence. Of course they kind of already think I’m crazy because a couple weeks ago we lost power and somehow when we reset the clocks they got set 15 minutes slow. It took me 2 days to figure out why I kept being late for EVERYTHING, including karate class. I also felt particularly bad because the previous class Moira received the “Black Belt for a Day” award for demonstrating the 7 virtues of a black belt: modesty, courtesy, integrity self- control, gratitude and perseverance. She continues to persevere, in spite of her absent-minded mother. Such a good kid!
And later that night as we got ready for bed, my great kid and I shared a moment. We were both in the bathroom, I was washing up as she brushed her teeth. I wet a cotton ball with the cleanser and was wiping my face when I looked over at Moira. Her eyes were wide and she was starting to giggle. As I am wondering why my eyes are watering and my face stings, I look down and realize I’ve been washing my face with nail polish remover. Moira and I laughed so hard we couldn’t even stand up. Sitting on the floor with Moira and laughing till we cried was absolutely the best part of my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.


making an entrance

The kids had dentist appointments yesterday. Our dentist is so great, the kids actually look forward to going, visiting and getting a prize. As we were pulling into the parking lot, Sam started screeching “I’m gushing blood, I’m gushing blood!” I nearly drove into a parked car, but recovered, pulled into a space and turned to see the gushing blood and determine the cause.

He did indeed have a bloody mouth and bloody fingers. “I lost my tooth!” he mumbled, grinning.
Well, good timing. So the 4 of us marched into the dentist office, Sam with his tooth gripped tightly in his red fingers, calling out, “I lost my tooth!”

“When?” the receptionist asked.
“Like 5 seconds ago,” Sam answered.
“You guys always know how to make an entrance,” she tells me with a smile. Yes, yes we do.

Now that he has less teeth to clean, do you suppose we’ll get a discount?

Sam's tooth

You Nork, The Naked Apple

Maggie was very excited about our recent trip to NY. Or, as she calls it, You Nork. We had talked about the city of NY being the Big Apple. Maggie loves her apples, but she always wants them peeled, or again, in her words, “I like my apples naked.” Thus, our trip was dubbed the voyage to “You Nork, the Naked Apple.”

Traveling anywhere with 3 kids and a 65 pound dog is always fun, but 7 hours in a car in the dark, in the middle of a driving rainstorm makes it extra special. We arrived soggy and cold, but we arrived and woke the next day to brisk sunshine and cool breezes.

The kids love treasure hunting on the shore of the Hudson, seeing what the currents have washed ashore.

treasure hunters

And even though the temperatures were chilly, Scott was a good sport and they loved fishing by the canal. Sam thinks he is going to hook a river monster and fancies himself the next Jeremy Wade. There certainly are big fish in the Hudson and like all good fishermen, Sam has lots of stories about the ones that got away.
Sam fishing hudson

We went to the service for Scott’s grandpa and while there were no goats, it was a nice service and we are glad we could be there. We did spend a day in Saratoga wandering through Congress Park and browsing in lots of little shops. All the fishing and shopping exhausted daddy, though, and while the Naked Apple was great, there is no place like home!
sleepy daddy