Thanks to everyone for entering my first giveaway! The winner of the Dino-Fizz and Dino-Bubbles from Smith and Vandiver is…
Donna!
Watch for an email from me today!
Things I Regret Teaching My Children
I’ve heard Moms and Dads express regrets. That they didn’t enjoy the little things with their kids. That they yelled at their kids when they shouldn’t have. That they didn’t savor the time they had with their kids before they grew up so fast.
Well, my regrets are a bit different. I regret teaching my children three things:
1. That I’m ticklish on my feet. My strong 8-year-old now dives for my tootsies every time we are goofing around. Stop!! Stop!!
2. The whole Slug bug/Doodlebug/Punch Buggy game. That’s the one where you holler “Slug bug” when you see a VW Beetle. This was fun for about 1 day. Since that day, my children have been fighting over who saw a slug bug first. And who has more slug bugs. And who saw a slug bug first. And who has more slug bugs. And who saw a slug bug first.
(Thank God I did not teach them the version of the game where you punch someone in the arm!)
3. The phrase “Whoever smelt it, dealt it.” As a mom, sometimes I smell something bad and fear the worst. Who needs the bathroom and how fast?!? So my innocent question of “Who did that?” is now answered by either of my children with “Whoever smelt it, dealt it!” Then I usually see the kids give each other high-fives, make fist pumps in the air, and laugh hysterically. Good one, kids, good one.
What are your regrets?
Experienced Bad Soccer Mom
Two weeks ago was Sydney’s first soccer practice ever. She’s joined a recreational soccer league for 3 to 5-year-olds. There was a long e-mail from the organizers about what to bring to the first practice. I could have written the same email in 1 sentence:
Please come at 9 am wearing shin guards and regular tennis shoes. Bring your own soccer ball.
See?
That wasn’t hard.
But what the email failed to mention, in all it’s l-o-n-g glory, was that you should also bring a water bottle.
I didn’t bring a water bottle.
Sydney burst into tears when the first water break was deemed necessary 10 minutes after starting. “You…forgot…water!” she sobbed.
Yes, I did. First of all, it was 50 degrees. Hearty little Michiganders are not going to drop from heat exhaustion when it’s 50 degrees. Second, it’s not even real soccer. It’s running around on an itty-bitty, little field for, like, 20 minutes. Third, the email didn’t say anything about water. Fourth, I remembered your ball, your shin guards, your tennis shoes, sweat pants, hat, and mittens (’cause remember it’s 50 degrees outside). I also remembered my chair, my hat, my gloves, and my umbrella since it was raining.
So, yes, I forgot water.
The only comfort I took from this little exercise was how the sisterhood of bad mothers came to my defense. “I forgot her ball,” one pointed out. ” I forgot her mittens,” offered one,”and her hat.” Yay for bad moms! My kid might be parched, but at least she’s not turning blue!
This week’s soccer email reminded parents to bring water. I remembered. Along with the shin guards, soccer ball, hat and mittens, my chair, my winter coat, my hat, and my mittens (it’s still 50 degrees around here).
I was feeling pretty good about myself until Sydney pointed out, when we arrived at the soccer field, “You forgot the yellow shirt.”
I yi yi!
Last week they all got a yellow soccer t-shirt for participating in the soccer league. And, yes, I forgot it.
Have a drink of water, kid. From your water bottle, ok?!?
What have you forgotten lately?
Dino-Fizz and Dino-Bubbles Giveaway
I’m excited to be hosting my first giveaway!
As my loyal readers know, I have two kids: Will, age 8, and Sydney, age 5. Will is a big fan of Legos and Beyblades while Sydney enjoys American Girl dolls, Barbies, and various Disney princess toys.
Why should you care?
Well, I like finding (and sharing) something that they BOTH enjoy.
Dino-Fizz is one such product. Shaped like an egg, Dino-Fizz is a bath bomb that fizzes and colors the water when dropped in the bath. When it completely dissolves, the egg “hatches” a baby dinosaur. It comes in 3 colors:
Orange hatches a Stegasaurus
Purple hatches an Apatosaurus
Green hatches a Tyrannosaurus
Dino-Fizz is fun and leaves my kids’ skin smelling great. Plus, the colored water does NOT leave a ring in the bathtub. The little hatched dinosaurs are about the size of a nickel, so not appropriate for kids under 3.
Smith & Vandiver, the makers of Dino-Fizz, generously donated 3 Dino-Fizz eggs for my giveaway, one in each color. They also donated Dino-Bubbles, a 99% natural bubble bath in Jungle Grape scent. My kids haven’t even tried this product yet, but 1 lucky winner will win the 12.5 fluid oz Dino-Bubbles and 3 Dino-Fizz eggs, one in each color.
It’s perfect to be giving away these products around Earth Day 2012 because Smith & Vandiver makes their products in the USA and promises them to be paraben free, sulfate free, vegan, using recyclable packaging, an OASIS, Certified Organic Product, with no synthetic fragrances, harsh or harmful chemical ingredients, and not tested on animals.
A fun product that both boys and girls like, that’s safe to use, and does not harm the environment? Dino-Fizz actually makes me feel like a good mom! So, what are you waiting for? Enter below! Sorry, this giveaway is only open to U.S. residents. The lucky winner will be announced Friday, April 27!
Deep Thoughts from an 8-Year-Old
On Monday, I shared my 5-year-old daughter’s deep thoughts. Today I’m happy (?!) to share my 8-year-old son’s deep thoughts.
I’ve mentioned before that my son loves potty humor. Lately, he’s grown fond of blowing raspberries on his arm. Remember how cute it was to blow a raspberry on a baby’s belly? A 3rd grader incessantly blowing raspberries on his arm all the live long day is not so cute.
Thus, it should come as no surprise that I told him the following when we were getting ready to go to a birthday party on Saturday.
“You will NOT make any raspberries at the birthday party, do you understand?”
He nodded.
Just to cover all my bases, I clarified my expectations further. “You will NOT make any raspberries on the WAY to the birthday party, either. Do you understand?”
He nodded.
He looked thoughtful, then asked, “How about on the way home?”
He was serious, people.
Sigh!
What deep thoughts are your kids having these days?
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