The journey between here and there

I walk up the stairs and the smell hits… it’s a smell that curls the nose hairs and instantly sends a searing headache to the back of my brain. Instantly I begin looking for the little vile. I don’t have to look far, on the table is a splatter of blue. The smell is strong and intense. I look around more and sure enough, I find the brush and bottle of nail polish. Now my table has a lovely splatter of blue nail polish. I find the inside of a bowl painted with nail polish as well.

“Guess what mommy!?!” Mya says all proud of herself as she comes up the stairs.
I look and raise my eyebrow.”What?”
“I painted my nails ALL BY MYSELF” She’s grinning from ear to ear proud of her accomplishment.
How can I get mad at that?
“Just please try not to get it on the table.”
“Oh, that wasn’t me. That was Lukey,” she quickly replies.
“Well, don’t let him play with the nail polish. Take it away from him or tell me what he’s doing. ok?”
“ok.” Off she goes skipping down the hall.
I turn and look at the table. It really is a pretty shade of blue.

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The door bell rings and a little blond girl stands at my door.
“Hi! Umm… there is a wagon in the middle of the road and a little boy was playing in the middle of the road.”
“What?!?”
I look outside and see the blue wagon. “Josh go get the wagon and park it in the garage not on the road.”
“There’s a little boy outside too,” the girl reminds me.
I don’t see a boy and I don’t know who she is talking about because I thought all the kids were inside. So I quickly run out the garage door. Traffic has stopped in front of our house waiting for the wagon to be moved. I look around the corner and sure enough, there is little 20 month old Luke happily sitting on a tricycle trying to move it across the pavement on the driveway.
“Lukey! How did you get out here?” He just grins back at me and tries to push his trike away from me. I quickly grab him and put the trike inside.
“Sorry!” I tell all the people in the vehicles. Josh brings the wagon into the garage. I chastise him for not closing the garage door properly and for leaving the garage door open.
*sigh* It’s always something.

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Our neighbors next door are moving. I’m kind of sad because they were good neighbors and put up with our crazy, noisey side. They listed it really low, it sold in a week. Craziness! I’m worried about the kind of neighbors we are getting. I hope it’s a fun family with kids like the neighbors on the other side. I really need easy going people to live beside us to put up with the craziness that always happens.

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Mya comes down the stairs with her hands behind her back. She is trying to keep her front towards me not turning as she walks by me pressing up against the wall.
*sigh*
“Mya, what’s behind your back?”
Her eyes grow as big as saucers and an expression of ‘how does she know?’ spreads across her face.
“Brandon gave it to me.” Is her reply, but she still doesn’t show me.
“What did he give you? Show me.”
She shows me the scissors. They are child scissors, but they are the school kid scissors. They still do damage if used the wrong way. There have been many hair cutting incidents lately.
“What are you doing with the scissors?” I ask.
“Making a craft. I want to cut some paper.”
“As long as it’s paper and not your hair. Your hair just grew back from the last time you cut it.”
“ok!” She grins as I give her paper. “I won’t cut my hair.”

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While we were getting ready for the non-talent show back in March we sent Mya over to play at a friend of mine’s house. As the lady was getting Mya ready to come back for the show Mya pipes up and says, “I’ve been really good! I didn’t even beat anyone up!”
LOL… Ryan’s instructions to her before she left was not to beat anyone up. She was very proud that she didn’t rumble with anyone… and so was I.

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I got another call from school. Brandon got into another fight, this time with 4 other kids. *sigh* I just don’t know what to do. Again it was by playing army men. It got out of control and a fight broke out. The winner? Brandon. The kid knows how to put the beats on someone. Gets lots of practice at home by rumbling with his siblings. I’ve now banned him from playing army men at school.

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The next time Brandon went back to Kindergarten I got another call from school. I’m beginning to realize that anytime I see the school’s number pop up it’s not good news.
So I had dropped Brandon off at school late that morning. School starts at 8:35am and I didn’t get him there until 9am. So I told him to go up to the office to get his late slip then go to class and just tell them that I drove him to school late.
He goes up to the office to get his late slip. They ask him why he is late.
“I drove my bike to school,” he says. Which I laugh at because it’s so absurd. This school is totally across town and it takes me 10 min to drive to it with all the stupid traffic lights in this retarded town.
The teacher asks where he parks it and he said at the front doors. She said that bikes are not to be parked their and they have to move it.
So they go looking for his bike and they can’t find it. *shocker*
So then he tells them that someone must have stolen it.
A little while later he tells her that he rode his bike to Big Rock school and then I picked him up and drove him to school. I think the teacher realized then that she was being taken.
Finally he confesses that I just drove him to school.
I don’t know what possessed him to say all those things. Maybe he didn’t want to get me in trouble because I took him to school late? I don’t know.
So when he got home we had a chat about lying.

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Today Luke decided that his shoe needed to be filled with chocolate powder. He tried to wear his shoe and left a little chocolate powder trail around the kitchen.

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A few moments later Luke decided he didn’t want his diaper on. So he took it off the ran around in Laura’s room and pooped on her mattress. Lovely.

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