Like a Gangster...

We were at football practice the other night.  Bubba and Johnny were playing on the side of the turf field, while Curtis' team was practicing. They LOVE to take off their shoes while running on the turf.  (I'm not gonna lie...I LOVE the feeling too!)  Erik was on his way home from work and was going to swing by to pick them up because it was close to 8pm and he was so tired!

Me:  Andy, put on your shoes, but don't tie them.  You don't need them tied because you are just going to take them right off when you get home. 

Andy: I don't want to do that, that's what Gangsters do. 

Me:  What do they do?

Andy: Have long shoe laces.

Me: What is a gangster?

Andy: Someone that plays games all day and thinks they can do whatever they want. They think they are really cool. (Very matter-a-factly).

Another Day Last Week While Walking the Dog:

Me:  Ugh, Willow is so constipated. It is driving me crazy! 

Andy: I know. Willow is ALWAYS constipated.

Me:  No she isn't.

Andy: Yes she is.

Me: What does constipated me?

Andy: It means you are really sleepy all the time. 

I left it at that.  Wish I was four and knew a little bit about everything!

Monday, Monday...

Another Monday...another golf lesson at the retirement community waiting for me and my friends! Same things as last week...I got up early.  Got all my ducks in a row and was totally organized.  I had the car packed up, and was ready to step out of the door 20 minutes early. (This is unheard of!) I wanted to have enough time to walk Bubba into school if he gave me a hard time.  I gave Bubba his snack and told him to get in the car, and buckle in.  I quickly ran to the bathroom, so when I got to the golf course, I could run right on the course.  When stepped outside to leave, Bubba was screaming.  He was out of control, holding his head in pain in the driveway.  Apparently he slammed his head in the sliding door of the mini van. (Not sure how, as we don't have automatic doors).  I looked at it, and he had a little dent in his head, and it was purple.  His face and ear were also red.

I went and got ice, and rocked him in the car.  He was very upset and in a lot of pain.  I couldn't tell if it was all due to the head, or was some of it because of school. So, I drove him to school and he held his head the whole way.  He was still upset and crying when we got to school.  (By now, we are 15 minutes late).  I had him walk in, thinking he would forget about his pain once we got in there. I asked the principal what I should do.  I said I'm willing to take him home, and I DON'T want to leave them with a kid who is going to be a problem. She got him ice, looked at his head and said he could be her helper for a half hour and then she would call me.  Then after a little bit of talking to him, and seeing how upset he was, she agreed with me, that he should probably just go home. She did make him promise he would come back to school tomorrow.

I carried Bubba back to the car, in my ugly collard shirt. I got in the van and texted my friends that I would have to bail on them today.  We drove home and he's been laying around ever since.

I did get two funny things out of him though this morning/afternoon.

1. I asked if his WHOLE head hurt, or just the spot where he got hit.  He responded "that even on days when he doesn't slam his head in the car door, his head hurts because he misses me so much!"

2. After lunch I asked him if his head hurt any more and he asked me if school was still going on, or if it was done. When I told him it was still going on, he told me his head still hurt.  What a little stinker!

He's Getting Good....

I'm going to start this blog off by telling you that one of my friends organized golf lessons for 8 of us every Monday this fall.  I said I would try it, but I'm not sure I'll love golf.  Will be nice to learn the rules, and get a little instruction.  But, let's be honest...I'm really only doing it for lunch afterwards with a bunch of fun ladies!

Monday- I am pumped up for golf. I'm on a roll.  I had a load of laundry done, dishes all loaded, dinner made in crock pot, and was all dressed and ready to go.  I wanted to leave for preschool a little early, so that I could do the drop off, and get to the golf course in time for the lesson to begin.  I try to make school sound like it's going to be fun.  I got Bubba out of the house, and he was whining already that he misses me and he just wants me.  We pull up to school and Bubba decides he is NOT going to go in.  Then, he worked his magic. You know the "Oh Shit" handle in the car?  The one on the passenger side that you reach up to really fast, so the driver get the message that they are driving like an idiot?  Well, Bubba put a whole new meaning into that handle.  When the teacher came to get him out of the car, he held on to it like he was a monkey.  Legs pulled up to chest, dangling from the roof of my car, crying and whining that he didn't want to go to school.  (The next time you get into your car, I bet you will look at that bar and smile!)

I had to pull around to the parking lot.  I ended up peeling him off the handle, and carrying him into the school.  They virtually had to peel him away from me.  I was feeling two things.  1. Guilty for leaving him. 2. I wanted to throw a tantrum.  Not just a regular one..but a 4 year old, all out tantrum!  "Seriously...just go to the DAMN school for 4 hours....4 HOURS...is that so much to ask?  I want 4 HOURS to myself! Why do you have to make me feel so BAD about leaving you!"  (*Insert me kicking and screaming).

They told me after about 5-10 minutes he was absolutely FINE! My golf game on the other hand was NOT fine.  I was late for my first lesson, and the instructor told me I swung like I played softball!  Now this guy knows his stuff!

Tuesday- 7:45am and it started.  "I'm tired. My head hurts. I don't really want to go. Do I have to go?"  There were so many excuses that I had to start writing them down. Curtis stayed home because he thought he had strep throat.  So I told Bubba that if he stayed home with us he would have to go get a throat culture at Dr. Reynolds office. (Oh yes I went there!) We did the drive-thru and he got out with little effort on my part and a LOT of positive praise and cheering from the principal!

Wednesday- Today his excuse was that he missed me. "Sometimes when he missed me SO much, it made his belly hurt. That's why he always had a belly ache at school."

(Teachers say he is JUST fine once I leave).  I ordered a beanie boo off Amazon and told him if he makes it till the end of the week, he can earn it.  (I'm a TOTAL sucker). This worked and he was on his way, but very hesitantly.

Thursday- I kept pumping him up, telling him since he went to school all week, he can have the beanie boo on Saturday when it came.  (If he was good, and didn't give me a hard time).  I didn't realize that the principal also told him he could earn a sucker if he came all week. He got into the car fine, and went to school pretty good.  The end of the week was in sight!

This was Bubba on Monday after I told him to get ready for school. I went up and showered and found him laying like this when I got downstairs.  He was hoping I'd fall for it, and let him stay home for the day! Pretty good acting job by a four year old!

More Bubba-isms

A new week, and more Bubba quotes to blog.

Monday- Went to school just fine.

Tuesday- "Mom, I PROMISE, PROMISE, I will never ask again.  I just need ONE day off. Just ONE.  That's all.  PLEEEEAAAASE Mom, Carter took one day off.  I just need a day off. Just ONE."  ( I drove him through the drive-thru line, and then he wouldn't get out.  I had to go park the car and walk/drag him into school.  He was 8 minutes late).

Wednesday- Today he told me I needed to walk him in.  He didn't want to go to school because he was "HUNGRY and his TUMMY was grumbly." I got him into the school and he stopped on the first step and said, "I am SO hungry that I don't feel good.  I can't go to school because my tummy hurts." I reminded him he had a BIG breakfast and also had a bag of goldfish on the way to school.  It might take a few minutes for it to settle in his tummy.  Then, Ms. Theresa the principal came up.  (She knows Andy and his excuses for school).  As soon as she saw him she said, "Oh Andy, we are SO happy to have you at school today.  The other kids have been waiting for you.  Come with me."  (Insert the BIGGEST Southern accent you have ever heard).

He wasn't having it. She whispered something in his ear.  Then he kissed me and walked in hesitantly.  She turned to me and told me she promised she would check on him after a little while, and would bring him a little something if he went to school without giving his "mama" a hard time.  (She had a son just like Bubba, who is now 16 years old).

When I picked Andy up, he said he had something VERY special to show me in his backpack. It was something he couldn't show me until after we got into the car because he didn't want the other kids to feel bad.  When we got into the car he frantically searched his bag for this:

Ms. Theresa put this in his backpack as his reward for going to school. He was So excited and happy!

Thursday:  He let me drop him off in the drive-thru line, and didn't complain.  Not sure if it was the sucker, or knowing that it's his last day for the week.  But, whatever it was, made me happy!  I didn't have that Mommy guilt when I drove through Starbucks blasting the song, "Cause I'm FREE....FREE FALLING."


A few other Bubba lines this week:

We were driving from our house to the gym for class on Friday and he informed me that he was "NOT a showboat like his brothers tell him he is.  He can't help it that he is just so good at everything!"

I walked the dog and he and his brothers were biking.  We came to a big hill.  His brothers got off their bikes to walk.  He peddled as fast as his little legs would go. He passed his brothers, as they walked their bikes, and he was riding up the hill and said, "I am the MASTER on my bike!"  As he went farther and farther up, his bike was wobbling back and fourth across the street and he was going super slow and barely peddling.  When he finally stopped and had to start walking his bike up the hill, he looked back at his brothers who were laughing and taunting him.  He yelled, "Well, if the city would have made these streets wider, I wouldn't have to get off to walk my bike. It's their fault not mine!!!!!!"

Bubba= Always the victim...gotta love him!

Bubbaisms

Well, ever since three kids keep me busy running all day, I pretty much stink at blogging.  Lately, there are many times I think to myself, "Man, I really need to blog that, or write it down so I don't forget it."  So, here goes nothing!

 Bubba: He's cute, VERY cuddly, a HUGE Mama's boy, and 100% all four!  He is also very stubborn, likes to run the show, and knows how to push his brothers buttons like no other! He comes up with the funniest things and I want to try to start writing them down.  Since he is a huge Mama's boy, trying to get him to school is not the easiest task.  Once he's there, I'm told he's absolutely fine, and the teachers can not believe he doesn't like to go.  Last week was his first week of Pre-K.  (Last year of preschool!)  Here are his excuses as to why he couldn't go to school each day:
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Tuesday:  He was up VERY early and excited to go to school.  As the time got closer and closer his tummy started hurting.  On the way to school, he told me "I don't think I can go to school because my neck and tummy hurt really bad.  I might have got something from a mosquito up-north."  I drove him to school and was probably the ONLY mom that dropped him off and made him walk in by himself.  I knew if I walked him in to his class and took pictures, there would be NO way he would stay. (Definitely the 3rd child!)

Wednesday: Now that Bubba is in Pre-K, those kids (the older ones) go up-stairs in the school.  When you are three, you are downstairs.  Bubba has been talking about going to the "ups" all summer.  This morning, he woke up even earlier- 5:45!  He told me that he, "Didn't think he could go to school today, because the 'ups' are too hard and they hurt his brain!"  (Pretty sure all they did was color, play games, and get to know each other on day one).

Thursday:  He woke up at 4:45am, and I finally got him back to sleep at 5:45am.  (Just in time for me to get his brothers up for school).  He had a tummy ache and I was SO tired I ended I bribing him with candy and a Beanie Boo if he went to school and didn't give me ANY problems or excuses.  We are now the proud owner of "Spooks" the Halloween Owl, who has a Birthday on October 31st.  (Erik was pumped up about that!)

Friday:  He does not have school.  He takes a gymnastics class.  He slept in till 7:30am and when I went to this NEW class at a NEW gym with him, he ran right in.  When I got through the door, he looked at me and said, "Mom, you can leave now and go to Target and shop.  I'm good!" Seriously, I looked at the coach and said, "I'm outta here...this never happens.  I went to Target and got a big fat Starbucks latte and enjoyed my 45 minutes of peace!