Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Here is the letter I recieved from Barrett's teacher at pick up. The envelope read, "To the parents of Barrett Schmidt".
Today during rest time we had two little girls playing "show and tell" of their privates. Barrett was watching the "show". I just wanted to let you know ~ we told them this was not ok to be doing and Barrett smiled and hid his face in his blanket. I just knew he would probably come home and tell you about it.
I really didn't know if I was supposed to laugh, discipline him, or judge the moms of the obviously wild girls. It will be no surprise to any of you who know me in real life which way I went with this one.
I did talk to the teachers in case I was supposed to be upset, but they assured me he was just watching and he was not interacting with them. I struggled to withhold the comment about him handing them folded dollar bills and managed to make it to the car without any inappropriate comments. But, as soon as we were in the car, I did get the whole story from Barrett.
You'll be relieved to know that he wasn't at all interested in the naked girls, he was more fascinated by one of the girls panties that had Hello Kitty on them.
After I thought the discussion was over and we were quietly driving down the road, Barrett asked, "Mom, can you get some of those kitty panties?"
Go ahead, analyze that one.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
I was discussing with Barrett what he thought we should do this year because I couldn't find any cute Valentine's shirts. I joked that I could dress him as cupid, and he looked a little irritated or it might have been confusion. I then said that Fisher could be cupid because he loves to shoot. I thought I was so funny, and then all of the sudden, Barrett got all excited and yelled, "Yeah, he can be Cupid and I'll be Donner!"
I never thought of that. Who is the goof that named a reindeer Cupid?
Anyway, back to the pictures.
Unfortunately, this year it hasn't happened.
I had great intentions. The clothes were bought, and the set up idea was done, but my three year old just didn't cooperate.
Barrett literally made it impossible. He never cooperated. He didn't even cooperate enough to get a picture of him anywhere near the red bucket we use every year.
The day we stopped and bought the adorable Valentine's cupcakes that were going to be a part of our photo shoot, Barrett grabbed the bag, swung it around, and slammed it into the side of the cart. I'm a fan of logical consequences, so Fisher and I ate all the destroyed cupcakes in one sitting while Barrett did not get any.
I still plan on getting photos, and I guess I will be posting a late Happy Valentine's on line.
I hope everyone has a great Love Day!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I knew one thing that would thrill Barrett, and I decided to reserve it for Uncle Ray.
Uncle Ray and Almost-Aunt Kristin, gave Barrett his first pets, two goldfish.
Before I continue the story, let me be sure you understand that the fish were my idea. I harbor no hard feelings towards Ray and Kristin. They only did what I told them to do.
The first week with Bubbles and Fishy was great. Barrett was overly responsible, and it was all perfect. After all, the fish were my idea, and I am so smart.
By week two, the pump on the aquarium died.
The boy and I ran to the pet store, and they were great about replacing the messed up pump.
Later that same week, I noticed the water was nasty again. Since they are Barrett’s pets, I had him help me replace the water in the tank.
All was good. Bubbles and Fishy were happily swimming in clean water, and I am still brilliant for the fish idea.
Two days later, the water was nasty again. Barrett and I did another water change. I begin to think I am not as smart as I thought.
We decide to head the pet store and discuss our issues. We leave with some new, special food and drops for the water.
Within another couple days, they need another water change, and Bubbles isn’t acting like she feels good.
I told Barrett not to help this time because secretly I know that he must be doing something wrong. After all, I had two fish growing up, and they lived a long time.
While I was moving the tank, somehow I broke it. Water was flying everywhere, and Bubbles and Fishy weren’t too thrilled that the water level was dropping at a ridiculous rate.
Here’s a little fact for you: Goldfish can breathe sideways if there is only a centimeter of water in their tank.
We move the fish into a bowl of water, throw in a few drops of the stuff that apparently make the tap water safe, and we load up to head to the pet store.
I learn a few new things on trip number three.
1. Goldfish are the dirtiest fish in the world. They poop more than any others which makes lots of ammonia.
2. Ammonia is bad for fish.
3. Ammonia makes water nasty.
4. A two gallon tank is WAY too small for 2 goldfish.
5. Fish are not an easy, cheap pet.
When we leave the store, we now have with us a new 10 gallon tank, ammonia drops, ammonia test strips, and a new tree thing for the tank.
We get home, set up everything, and wait for Daddy to get home and roll his eyes at the amount of money two goldfish have cost.
All is good until I find Bubbles floating in the tank.
Barrett and Daddy bury her in the back yard. Barrett is not happy that Fishy is all alone which leads to trip number 5.
We leave the store with Bubbles II and a new sucker fish that Barrett names Dorothy after his Nana. Apparently, we joke about her being a sucker too often. The fish guy assures me that Bubbles probably died as a result of the trauma of all the water changes. The only good part of the trip was when fish guy thanked me for being honest with Barrett about Bubbles death.
We bring Bubbles II and Dorothy home, and they seem happy in their new home, the ammonia test is good, and for a brief moment I think to myself that this was still a good idea.
A few days later, Dorothy is not right. (The fish, not the mother-in-law.) She is swimming weird, and Barrett tells me he doesn’t want her to die. We pray for Dorothy’s health. I even overhear Barrett praying for her on his own. Dorothy still dies the next day.
Daddy and Barrett bury Dorothy next to Bubbles I, and we head out for trip number 6. This time, we take in a water sample.
The fish guy informs me that our water is toxic. He then asks where I live. He informs me that the tap water in my neighborhood is almost impossible to make safe for fish, and that I need to buy Spring water. I put bottled water for my family on my mental grocery list, and decide that I am done.
I ask if there are other fish we can get that aren’t toxic poopers, and after much discussion with Barrett, we agree on what has to be done.
We go home and load Bubbles II and Fishy into a jar, and drive to Nana and Paw’s house. We put them in the cow trough, and they swim with all the other happy goldfish.
We clean out the tank at home and start all over again. We now have clean water in our ten gallon tank and just yesterday, on our 7th pet store trip, we bought 4 new, tiny guppies.
Fish Guy assures me they are hard to kill…
So, if you are wondering why I haven’t blogged in a month, it’s because I have been dealing with fish every free moment. Sounds fun, huh?
Friday, January 09, 2009
Thanksgiving weekend was so much fun for the boys because Daddy was around to play.
After the service, we went out to eat. We had used the video camera to tape the blessing for Kristin's parents since they couldn't be there. The disk holds 30 minutes, and the blessing lasted about 2 minutes. I hated to waste the rest of the disk, so I had Barrett sing while we waited for our food. After he sang, I was going to tape Fisher a little too for Kristin's mom to see.
The following weekend, the preschoolers were going to be singing in church. I don't know what possessed me to think that Barrett would be fine seeing me. Instead of getting cute pictures of my kid in his first performance, I have a picture of him sitting and watching everyone else.
While I am a little sad that my son didn't want to perform the songs he has been practicing for two months, I am glad that Barrett wasn't the one that caused the entire sanctuary to gasp.
No, that honor is left for Leanne's eldest, Logan.
I think it's time to visit Gigi in Colorado. They will be amazed at all the snow at her house!
I really think what the boys liked the most was climbing on the step ladder. They kept running to it with ornaments trying to beat each other to it.
Every morning the boys would wake up and immediately turn the tree lights on. I am so happy they enjoy the Christmas stuff as much as I do.
Barrett has enjoyed being funny lately. He thought he was hilarious in this drum. (Oh, and yes, those are more Gymboree pajamas.)
The weekend before Christmas we headed to Dallas to my Aunt Jeanne's house. Barrett had a blast helping Jeanne make soup. My dad felt the need to "help" so as Barrett added things, my dad would name them.
The boys got lots of great gifts at Aunt Jeanne's but the clear favorites were the disk shooting guns and the animal masks. Even big cousin Tyler thought the masks were fun!
After spending two days in Dallas, we came home to have Christmas with Gran Gran and all Doug's cousins on his dad's side.
The higlight of the night was when Barrett opened his diner from Papa. Barrett and Fisher couldn't wait for me to get it put together. It took a while, but I did manage to finish.