We found the good attitude!

Doodle has this super awesome kindergarten teacher, Mrs. I. Doodle's had the best year in kindergarten, and this means so much to me. I was so afraid my sensitive Doodle would be crushed by unkind kids. Since we've heard Mrs. I's not looping next year, I'm desperately hoping that Moo gets her for a kindergarten teacher.

I did in fact alert Mrs. I to the missing attitude via email, and I received a reply:
"We found it. It waited for her in her locker. I hope she brought it home." I love that Mrs. I didn't think I was a total weirdo for sending the email, and played along with the Doodle. So thanks, Mrs. I!

I know it was around here somewhere.....

The Doodle had a rough day yesterday. It was back to school and a major letdown from spring break activities like Craftapalooza 2010 and trips to the aquarium and the nature museum (Thanks Hoosier Girl!). There was a meltdown before gymnastics and much infighting with Moobear. There was begging for sweets and TV. Then there was a naughty chair after Moo got hurt in the backyard and instead of helping her, Doodle hopped on the B*G Wheel she vacated and pedaled on. Finally, after Doodle calmed down, I asked her what happened to her good attitude? She started crying and in all seriousness said, "I left it at school in my locker and forgot to bring it home and now the school is locked!!!" More sobbing ensued. It took all of my willpower not to laugh. I just said, "Well, that is unfortunate." Then, I went out to the back deck where Dan was grilling and laughed until tears ran down my face. I MUST email the Doodle's teacher. We don't want to let that attitude escape when she opens her locker. Then we'll be in a world of hurt.

In other news, the Newbie is so addicted to chocolate that she is now trying to find wrappers in the garbage and lick the remaining chocolate off of them. Anybody have a lock on their garbage can? Perhaps those of you with pets could help me out with some suggestions?

Easter 2010

I posted more pictures from Easter in the slideshow on the right. I'm not sure why some are blurry--could be movement, even though I had the camera on the highest shutter speed possible, could be because the Newbie likes to lick the lens, could be my bad picture taking skills. Anyway, enjoy them. We discovered after a while that the Newbie could open the plastic eggs and was having a breakfast feast of chocolate. It's a good thing she's so cute, since she had us up almost all night the night before. My mom, brother and his boyfriend all spent the night, so we had a great time Easter morning.
The rest of my family joined us later in the day. We had a great meal, followed by an Easter pinata. I can't believe I didn't get any pictures of that!

Oh, and nobody tell my mom I posted pictures of her in her nightgown without makeup on the internet (I'm looking at you Auntie Marcia and Auntie Angie). I think she looks great, but she would freak out. Good thing she doesn't have a computer.

Heredity

The worst part of our collective genetics is being exercised in our children. The older girls had crowns put on 4 of their baby molars (3 for Moo, 1 for Doodle). The perfect storm of having teeth too close together(from me)and cavity attracting teeth (Dan). To top it all off with sprinkles, Doodle broke out in hives on the outside of her cheek after the procedure (hmmm, possible latex allergy--that's going to make for an interesting safe sex talk!). So, in addition to the dentist looking at me like I was a crack mother who gives my kids kool aid in flasks before bedtime (thanks for the image Jennifer!) I had to worry about the Doodle's new allergy.

Two days later, after removing a band aid on her face, she broke out into hives. Those are my genes, too, I have an allergy to colophony--which would not be a big deal, except that it means I can't decorate a real christmas tree, can't wear regular band aids and had several unfortunate incidents with waxing until I figured it all out. And of course, Doodle's a snotty mess now that spring has sprung, again, my bad genes. Truly, if this were prehistoric times, I would have been left by the herd and been eaten by a saber tooth tiger long before I procreated.

I've been giving her allergy meds, and asking Dan every day whether it's time to call the allergist. I think he's finally breaking down. I don't have the heart to tell Doodle about allergy testing and a possible childhood filled with allergy shots.

This morning, the Newbie started with the sniffles. And I think, nuts. I hope it's a cold. I would hope that after suffering the loss of her birthplace and her birth family, that she would at least be spared the worst of our crappy genetics and prove to be healthier and more fit than the rest of us. To have the benefit of the nurture without the crappiness of our combined natures. We'll see. Dan thinks it's allergies.