And we are approaching "The Most Wonderful Time.... of the Year!" No it's not Christmas, it's FOOTBALL SEASON! I like to commemorate this holiday by sending the children to learning activities for about 9 hours a day, and in order to do this they need some type of outfitting. Luckily the professional shopper is still available to help out in this department, before she heads into her harriest semester ever and I lose her to the clutches of that monster, Academia.
Basically this next semester Kara is taking on a huge workload and will also be a TA (for which she gets paid, pretty excited for that) but that also means that even when she is home, she won't be home, because she will be studying and non-responsive to anything I do, unless I do something wrong, which will probably happen. It's probably going to be a ploy on my part to just get attention. I'm just warning you that weird stuff is going to happen this semester, because it will basically be me and Mollie, and Mollie has some crazy ideas when it comes to fun.
Oh yeah, that reminds me, Lukas is starting pre-school too. So with the new school year, Kara is at Grad School, Nikki is in Elementary, Lukas is in Pre-school, and Mollie and I will have some uber-bonding experiences. I just hope she doesn't decide to give up on naps, or learns how to take off her diaper (Mollie, not Nikki or Kara).
So my little dude is so excited to start pre-school. Today we went to the Disney store and bought him a backpack, because what better place to buy a backpack than the company that embraces capitalism at it's finest, DISNEY! Actually we weren't planning on getting him one there, but it was only twelve bucks, spiderman, and it would save us a trip later. So we got it, and as soon as we bought it for Lukas, Nikki immediately feels that she deserves something too. She begins picking out comparable items in price and keeps asking
"Can I have this?"
I respond with a question, "Did you bring your money?"
"But Dad Lukas got something!"
She has conveniently forgotten that just two days ago we purchased a brand new backpack, lunch box and shoes for her, amidst the exact same cries emanating from Lukas, except Lukas said ,
"Dad go home and get some money so you can buy me something."
We should have never bought them anything.... ever.
How would that be, if you just bought your kids the bare essentials (which is probably what we can afford right now). What if they had to make their own toys, or actually keep their old toys nice? What would the world come to? This is what I usually think about every time we do Christmas or Birthday shopping. Since we live in such a small apartment right now I mostly think
"Where are we going to put this crap?"
I can't really use the excuse "When I was a kid I had ONE TOY and it was missing an arm, and I fixed it so I could play with it for twelve years. And my room was immaculate, I always did my homework in class, I scored the winning touchdown, girls thought I was hot, and my feet don't smell"
which I know is completely bogus because I had a ton of toys and my feet STINK!
So we continually buy our kids stuff, but with school stuff at least it's stuff that they have already worn out the previous year so it NEEDS to be replaced. I don't know if that makes me feel better or not. I wonder if I can use that excuse "This television is the one I had last year and so I need a new one." For College, I used the same three backpacks over and over. I actually used one and the other two were just messenger bags that I bought when I wanted to be hip, but they could only hold like two books. As an art major you need to bring whole trunk of supplies with you, so I bought a backpack at the gap for $10.
Man I am really off on a tangent tonight. Probably because this blog post was interrupted halfway (guess where it was). So we went shopping for backpacks for Nikki and Mollie wanted one too. I know it's always Mollie who is usually the instigator, but.....she is. Here is the footage.
You may ask yourself why I am filming this instead of stopping her. The answer to that is this is the third time she has done this, and the first two parenting techniques did not work, so I decided to embrace my parenting fail.
So I decided to be a good parent and put Mollie back in her stroller, and little miss Hairy Houdini escaped, and this is my attempt to keep her in the stroller. As you can see she is not very happy with me.
And here we are at the Disney store where she pulls the same thing again. Obviously my parenting techniques really work.
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