Preschool Graduation

Angry Kid graduated from preschool yesterday.  He has been at this particular preschool for three years.  We have had our ups and downs with the school.  I think everything finally got situated when he turned four and went into the pre-K class.  I took clothes for him to wear after his ceremony.  But, I wanted to take a photo of him on the last day of preschool for memento (blog) reasons, of course.  He said, “No photos mama”.  I responded with, “Oh, I’m taking a photo for daddy, to show him your cool shirt.”  He responded with, “I wore this shirt to bed last night.  Daddy saw me wearing it ALREADY”.  I got my photo anyway, and people wonder why I called him Angry Kid?


At the end of the day, we ended his preschool graduation in the Chapel at his school.  We were treated with a slide show of photos. That is when I lost it.  It has been an extremely long week of drama.  I will try and touch upon that sometime in the near future.  I started bawling. Angry Husband leaned over and asked, “what is up with the blubbering?” I told him to shut it.

After the slide show show, the kids marched in and sat down.  They then sang some songs for us, and got their diplomas.  It was too sweet.  Then they all shuffled out.  Like that, it was over.

We have so many changes ahead of us…new school, new teachers, new childcare, new work’s going to be quite the summer.

He graduated preschool, yippee!

On our way home from graduation, I had the following conversation with Angry Kid:

ME: Are you excited to go to a new school soon? You will be in Kindergarten.

ANGRY KID: I’m not going to that school just yet.

ME: Where are you going?

ANGRY KID: Safari School

ME: huh?

ANGRY KID: I’m going on an adventure in the jungle, on a safari.

I think someone has played way too many Indiana Jones video games lately.  Angry Kid is now a preschool graduate.  Many of his friends will start leaving the school this week.  He is going to stay in their camp most likely for the month of July, and then he is going to go to another camp (I think). I don’t think he has a clue, that he may never see some of these kids again.  On the other hand, I’m kinda happy to not see some of these kids…

Check Their Pockets

I do all the laundry in my house. I have laundry OCD. Well really, I have a whole system for it. I separate clothing by color, and then the towels also get their own cycle. I also use the cold water soap. When Angry Husband does laundry, he shoves the entire washer full. Well we all know what happens. It doesn’t cycle properly and the stains stay.

While prepping for laundry procedures, I check pockets. I washed Angry Husband’s iPod a few months ago because I got careless and didn’t check.

When going through pockets I’ve found cash, pens, Lego figures, home theater parts, wire, tools, notecards, chapstick…ok maybe some of those things were left by me. But you get my point.

After I picked up Angry Toddler from school, he was digging in his pocket. He wanted to show me something. He pulled out a very small tomato, some green beans, and some snap peas. They have a garden at school. Angry Toddler likes to point out what they are growing. I would have never thought to check his pockets for vegetables.

So be sure and check the pockets before doing laundry. You might just find the ingredients for a salad.

What strange things have you found in your laundry bin? Or family member’s pockets?

Easter Time!

I’m going to enjoy this day off today with my family. I’ve worked (2) 16 hour days at work in the last 48 or so hours. My co-worker is on vacation so I signed up for the overtime. I am stimulating our bank account.

I pre-brought almost all of Angry Toddler’s Easter goodies on We got him Mario Kart for the Wii, a Power Rangers DVD, (2) coloring books, and some candy. I didn’t get him too much candy, but Angry Husband thought it was a lot. But my most favorite purchase was the two pairs of Birki’s I got. I got the fish and camouflage ones. My friend, Londie, recommended them to me. She said that her daughter, Lauren, loves these. I got them $14.89, regular price $48.95. Angry Toddler won’t take them off.

At the beginning of the week, actually Tuesday, they had an Easter Event at Angry Toddler’s preschool. The got to hunt for numbered eggs, paint rabbits, and dye eggs. He even had some cute paper bunny ears on. Angry Husband and I both went to the event.

Later today, we are going to do a small Easter egg hunt in our front yard. Then we are going to my cousin’s house in San Clemente. We usually go to LA County for Easter, so staying in Orange County will be nice. Hopefully Easter will be good this year and Angry Toddler won’t get sick. Last year, Angry Toddler had a febrile seizure in the car on the way to my aunt’s house.

I’m still trying to figure out what to wear. Stay tuned! I’m trying to decide on a dress or some casual denim capris.

Happy Easter everyone and I hope you have a great day!

Preschool Valentine’s

Today was Angry Toddler’s preschool Valentine’s Day party. Last year, I just took in cards. Cause that’s what you do, right? I try to follow the school’s crazy rules (no sugar, frosting, candy, etc.). But last year, Angry Toddler came home with a ton of candy. I guess Valentine’s Day is exempt.

My BFF, Stacey, pre-bought some really cute cards for Angry Toddler. They were dinosaurs and then some other ones with temporary tattoos. Cause Stacey rocks like that as a friend.

I also took in these little goodie bags. They were pink camouflage party bags from Tar-jay, filled with little candies. And of course, I personalized them with some cute labels from Etsy.

I took everything in Thursday night when we picked Angry Toddler up from school. It’s very hard to get him to school on Fridays in a timely manner. Angry Husband takes Angry Toddler to school on his way to work. Angry Husband didn’t want to fight with AT about digging into the Valentine’s, etc.

Angry Toddler came home from school today very happy. He had a bag full of cute V-Day cards and candy.

Preschool Language

Angry Toddler goes to preschool five days a week. He loves it, we love it. It’s a perfect match. But over the past month, the things that come out of his mouth are just plain awful.

This is how our night usually goes.

AT: Smell my butt.
Us: No
AT: Smell my feet.
Us: No
AT: Ewwww, smell my poopy butt.
Us: Umm, we don’t talk like that. You do not use those words.
AT: Smell my eyeball.

He has become quite obnoxious. It’s almost like we are living with a 7 or 8 year old boy in this 3.5 year old’s body. One of his teachers even warned me. She said that the boys in the class have been awful with language lately.

I think one or some of these kids have older brothers or sisters. This was such a sweet group of kids during the summer. They have now turned into stinky, talking about their butt boys.

Oh, and can’t leave this one out. The key word for last week was “pussy”, yes “pussy”. The teacher advised me that Angry Toddler wasn’t one of the kids saying it though. That’s all we need.

Almost Thanksgiving

Seriously, November is almost done. I can’t believe it. It’s gone by soo quickly. It seems like last week we were dressing up for Halloween and now it’s Thanksgiving. It’s been soo busy at work and here at home lately, I’ve barely had time to get my thoughts together.

I attended Angry Toddler Thanksgiving Feast earlier this afternoon. All the kids were wild and crazy. They sang some cute songs, I say they, because Angry Toddler was hanging in the corner. We ate some sugar free, no taste food, and then it was time to go.

All the mommies at Angry Toddler’s school want to have playdates with us. We keep getting phone numbers on post-its in his folder. I’m barely awake on the weekends. I don’t even know if I’m the playdate type. Seriously, it’s kinda hard to bring up the fact that ya, umm, I’m barely awake with three hours sleep. The other mommy will be like, we watched some family oriented movies last night. Oh, ya, Angry Julie took pictures of some assault or traffic accident. I find it very hard to converse with normal people most times. Maybe I should try being a little less snarky, but hey that’s what you get.

I’m quite excited though for tonight. Tonight is the premiere of the new season of The Real Housewives of Orange County. I can’t wait.

Had a Parent-Teacher Conference Today

Angry Husband picked up Angry Toddler at preschool on Monday. He saw a note to sign up for Parent-Teacher conferences. I got the “hey, you need to sign up for a time frame” comment Tuesday morning.

I had the meeting this morning at 9:30. Angry Toddler is doing well. Six months ago, the kid was running around, biting kids, not listening, and basically just being a little turd.

Today, he was “our brightest kid in the class, he has excellent fine motor skills, he knows all his numbers, and letters”. I’m soo proud of him.

Plus, as of November 1st. He’s OFFICIALLY potty trained.

His teacher recommended that we work with Angry Toddler more at home. Apparently the kid is trying to himself to read and write. I didn’t know that they did that at 3. So of course, I went to the teacher supply store and spent $35 on workbooks and shit. Like a good mom!

Oh, and the damn teacher, also told me that tomorrow is her last day. Can I get a heck ya. She totally annoyed Angry Husband and I. Plus, the woman didn’t even know what ADHD was when I met with her today. Bye, bye, bye!

My son’s imagination

I love kids and their stories. Angry Toddler loves to tell stories. Most of them do not make sense. He’s very fictional.

Well this morning I dropped him off at pre-school. His teacher asked if we were going camping? I laughed at said, “Umm no”. She told me that he only took short naps the past two days because after wake-up time, we were going to pick him up and take him camping.

Where does he get this from? Angry Husband does want to go camping. We’ve been talking about it for awhile. Both we both agreed to wait until Angry Toddler was fully potty trained and that we wanted to buy the camping equipment first.

Yea, and I’m still trying to recover from my first and only camping trip from 1994. The Kappa Sig Spring Break River Trip. This was a Fraternity planned river/camping trip. Um, Julie does not camp. My sorority sister, Suzanne, and I purchased a tent especially for this trip. We were 18 year old college freshman. Our first priority was drinking lots of beer. They even had special mugs made for the trip. You know those Fraternities and their beer mugs. Well we made it through Day 1 of the trip. It was hot, sticky, and dirty. We all chipped in for a hotel room in town. We rented that hotel room to take hot showers. So much for camping.

Angry Husband wants to know why I never want to camp. Well duh, I don’t like getting dirty like that. I think I would need one of those $100,000 recreational vehicles to go camping. Poor Angry Toddler, maybe he can go camping with daddy….