Last night was cub scouts. I knew one boy was not coming, so I asked Hannah if she wanted to come so they could play 2 on 2 b-ball. Well, one of the boys sister is there. I hear Hannah say “Hi, Im Hannah, do you remember me from school?”. Such a sweet girl
So, they play. Hannah comes up to me a few minutes and whispers “Mom, that is my VERY best friend from school, her name is….” she hesitates… “wait, I have to ask her what her name is” So much for best friends. hehe. Sooo cute!
Hannah decided on Monday that she had a belly ache….she let the teacher know, and was sent to the clinic. I get the call and we decide since there is no fever, and nothing else wrong, and she SEEMS just fine, she will lie down for 15min and go back to class. She gets home that day and is fine. Tuesday morning comes along and on the way to school she says “Mom, I really don’t like P.E., they make you run too much and it’s boring and sweaty” so, we talk about why it’s important to run & stay active etc…. Tuesday 945am, I get a call from the nurse that Hannah is there again, seems fine, no fever, but complains of a belly ache. so i think for a minute, then ask “what time is P.E?” Her answer as I suspected, 950am. hmm it all makes sense now. So, Hannah gets home and I ask how her tummy is. “its just fine!” Well, to be safe, since she has had this “belly ache” for 2 days in a row, she better rest and stick with toast, and water for the night. This did not go over well. Especially at snack time when Jack was eating his applesauce and a cookie. and then for dessert after dinner, when the other 2 kids had frozen yogurt. Her breaking point came when Jack wanted to play hopscotch with me and I advised her she needed to rest inside. “Mom, I don’t think I was really sick” Needless to say, there have been no phonecalls from the nurse since then
Apparently, Brendan heard someone say the following two phrases and I can NOT get him to stop repeating them…over and over and over:
“I don’t care”, “mom, I really dont’ care”
AND,
“Oh my God” “Hey, MOMMMY Oh My God”
We don’t say Oh my God at my house, it’s not allowed. We do say Oh my gosh, oh my goodness. So, Im on the phone with my MOM (Sorry mom) and I am telling her, I can’t believe Brendan is saying OMG over & over, it comes out in the cutest voice, so it’s so hard not to reprimand him, but I have no clue where he picked it up…..before I could even continue, without her even realizing, my mom says, “Oh my God Mary, that’s terrible” and I reply “I KNOW ugh” Then we both go silent and we both start laughing. So, no more visits to Grandma’s house
(kidding mom)