Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Racist Joke

I walked into Maddie's after school gymnastics room to pick her up, and overhead another child loudly telling a racist joke to another group of children and the coach.

As the girl started telling the joke it was getting more and more offensive. I shot a glare over to the coach that clearly said, "you should stop her..." and the very young coach didn't do anything. When the joke was over a few of the kids laughed. The coach gasped, and put her hand to her mouth in embarrassment, clearly not knowing how to handle the situation.

The girl (who I later learned was a 4th grader) said, "What? It's just a joke that my uncle told me!"

I don't think Maddie was paying attention to the girl (she was about 12 feet away and doing something else), but there were about 15 children in the room who did hear the joke. I was the only parent in the room, and I felt like I needed to say something.

So, I did.

While I don't recall my exact words, my tone was serious but calm. I said something along the lines of "that was inappropriate and unkind. Do not make fun of another group of people simply because they are from a different country or a different race. It was especially inappropriate of you because there are much younger children in the room. That was not funny, and it wasn't okay for your uncle to say that."

After I finished, the girl hung her head, the room was quiet, and we walked out. I then started to worry about possible repercussions for Madison. This girl is clearly older and commands the attention of everyone else. Maddie is with this girl every single day after school. I questioned whether or not I should have said anything ONLY because of that.

At the same time, I am proud that I was able to take a real life situation and model for Madison (and all the other children in the room) how you can stand up for other people, and why it was unacceptable for the girl to tell this "joke." I'm pretty sure Maddie understands, but am still worried about how that girl will treat her in the future.

When we got home, I told Zak what happened, and we discussed it with Maddie.

I think I would have regretted being silent. BUT I wonder if I would have had the same reaction if it was a group of teenagers or adults.

What would you do in a similar situation? (Maybe I was on hidden camera on that show with John Quinones?!)

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

French braid

I have two daughters and this was the FIRST time that I was permitted to try a french braid (Brooke). Not bad for my first attempt, huh?
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Friday, September 23, 2011


Sometimes I notice that I can't capture very good photos of the girls when they're playing. Obviously, this is due to my poor photography skills and not the fact that my children are growing up so darn fast that I can't even get a still picture.

I want a snap shot of them at this age (minus the whining and sassiness) that I can burn in my memory forever.

Sometimes I feel like the best I can do is remember blurred shots of their lives moving by too fast. They're happy kids.

Madison and Brooke,

May you always take the slides and roller coasters in life with your hands lifted high and smiles on your faces. My hope for you both is that your hearts are full of joy as you enjoy this ride we call life.

I love you,


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Lunch surprise

I surprised Madison today by showing up at her school for lunch. We ditched the noisy cafeteria for a picnic outside.

Happy day.
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Monday, September 19, 2011

Happy Birthday, Zak!

Happy 37th Birthday to my awesome husband and my baby daddy!


Thursday, September 15, 2011

I can save myself!

I just found these amazing posters by Amanda Visell. I purchased the two pictured below, and will promptly frame and hang them for my daughters as a daily reminder of what it means to be a girl.

"I am my own captain" for Madison.

"I can save myself" for Brooke.

I will make my girls strong, compassionate, independent, smart, kind, and kick ass


Thanks to Cool Mom Tech for the link.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Grandparent's Day 2011

Yesterday was Grandparents Day. Happy Day!

In celebration, Brooke had a performance at her school today. She's the one in the brown shirt and ponytail getting down to the christian song, Absolutely Nothing:

Brooke also recited "The Little Old Lady that Lives in Shoe" with her friends.

Maddie made this picture at school (it's her Grandma, Zak and Maddie at the park):

Monday, September 12, 2011

Lost tooth

Brooke lost her first tooth! She's only 4.5 years old.

Maddie lost her first tooth just after she turned five, and I thought that was very early. Brooke has been begging for a loose tooth after watching Maddie rake in the dough after 9 lost teeth in less than two years.*

At Sunday dinner, Brooke complained that she couldn't eat her cantaloupe because it was too difficult to bite it. After watching her wiggle it all day, I knew it was almost ready. Zak was thoroughly Willied out by this all happening at the dinner table. I actually love wiggling my kids teeth!

Being the professional tooth loser that she is, Maddie decided she was going to help Brooke get it out. Maddie first was just wiggling it for Brooke, then decided that she needed better traction on her grip, and got a piece of paper towel. I was actually surprised that Brooke let Madison do this, and it shows how much trust and love she has for her big sister.

After Madison took two turns at trying to pull it, it was literally just hanging there. While I wished the lighting was better, I am so glad I caught this on video.**

My baby's first tooth fell out!!!!

*I just discovered I have written THIRTY TWO blog posts about teeth. I should go to dental school.

**Pay no attention to our messy post-dinner kitchen!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Grandpa was here!

Zak's dad (aka Silly Grandpa) came for a very quick visit today. He was driving through San Antonio after coming home from his friend's funeral, and stopped to say hello for about an hour. The girls were SO excited to see their Grandpa, look in his car, and show off their rooms.

The Girls tried every trick in the book to get him to stay...including the double anchor on his feet maneuver.

Thanks for stopping by to see us, Terry!

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

After a long day at school and gymnastics

Maddie-6.5 years old
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Monday, September 05, 2011

Texas Dall Ram

Zak and I had just put the girls to bed at the Lake House, and we stepped out on the deck to catch the sunset and also to wallow in our misery about the state of our empty lake in the major Texas drought.

It's serious, y'all. We gots no water.

Typically, when the lake is full, our view to the North looks like this:

Today, it looks like this....over 50-60 feet GONE. Sadly, since we bought the lake house in 2008, we've had two "one hundred year" droughts. Pretty sure that stinks for us, and someone needs to go back to math class.

Oh, woe is me, I have no water in front of my lake house.....(I know, I know, but still).

Then, Zak says, "You've got to be kidding me!" and points just over my shoulder. We're pretty used to wildlife out here, and I assumed he was talking about birds, flying insects, family of scorpions, or maybe a local hillbilly who wondered over. I turn to look over my shoulder, and see this little lady about 20 feet away. Then, I really focus in on her HORNS:

Is this a goat? A ram? WTF! We had no idea until I googled it for this blog post. For the record, she's a Texas Dall Ram, and mean people hunt them, then mount the "trophy" (aka a dead head) on the wall of their dining rooms.

We stared at it, and Zak warned me in his most serious Boy Scout voice, "don't stare at it or it will think you are challenging it." Luckily, I just happened to have my camera handy, and started snapping away. After a few minutes of mutual eye contact (and no ramming), she walked around to the front yard. Zak and I ran through the house, and watched the not-so-little lady for a few more minutes from our front porch before she trotted off.

We have no idea where she lives, and based on her physical condition, she didn't seem to be suffering like most of the wild animals we have seen lately.

We think that she may have snuck out for a night on the town from a nearby wild game ranch. I'm happy she escaped, but don't want her hanging around anymore!

Saturday, September 03, 2011


Oh, people, have I got some news for you. I have found the lunch box of all lunch boxes. The lunch box sent from heaven above that promises to make your kid eat healthy food and make her smile at the same time. The lunch box that is not disgusting at the end of the day. The lunch box that doesn't leak. The lunch box that is good for the environment. The lunch box that the teachers and friends gather around every day to see what's gonna be inside.

Da, da, da, duhhhhh... Behold: THE PLANETBOX

Madison loves it so much, she demonstrated its features to her sister, infomercial style, in her pajamas. I caught most of it on video. I have no idea why she's talking in such a slow robot voice. It sounds like she's reading a script. (My favorite part is the Vanna White hands, and that she told the viewer to "go online." Wha?)

One of the other things I love about PlanetBox* is that I can pack almost anything I can think of from a PB&J to Fried Rice and Edamame. I've also been taking a look at other blogs with similar Bento style to come up with more ideas.

Maddie says that teachers and friends "gather around" everyday to see what's in her PlanetBox. This may be a tad too much pressure for me, but I'm secretly proud.

Zak totally thinks that I'm going to get bored with this in a few weeks. After all, it's only week two of the school year, but I don't think I'll get bored. I'm not sure if eating a healthy lunch is what has made Madison a more consistently happy, energetic, polite, and loving kid. Whatever it is, I don't want to jinx it.

Last year in Kindergarten, she purchased a school lunch about 90% of the time, and let me tell you...those lunches SUCKED. Even when Maddie would get the "healthy choice option," which was often, she hardly ate enough to give her the energy to complete her busy day. Maddie's school day begins at 7:40, ends at 2:40, then she has gymnastics/tumbling until 6pm.

The girl needs food! For example for her school lunch last year, she'd get a grilled chicken salad, but would ONLY eat the teaspoon of shredded carrots on top (a garnish!) and the baggie of crackers on the side. Or, she'd get the "Yogurt Plate" with a 26 gram of sugar kids type 4 oz. yogurt with crackers and fruit. Seriously, and that was a good day. No whole grains, little protein, and definitely no veggies = a ZERO energy crabby kid.

* didn't give me anything to write this post, but I'll certainly accept a free PlanetBox for my very jealous 4 year old who was hilariously "wowed" at the 1:52 mark of my video. The only criticism I can make is that it's a little pricey for a lunch box, and seems to make my kid talk like a robot.

If I wanted to get all mathematical up in here, I'm pretty sure I could justify the Planetbox price with the cost of school lunches, wasteful ZipLoc baggie purchases, durability of this lunchbox for years to come, and a happier/healthier kid. Which is priceless.

Friday, September 02, 2011

Hip Hop Gangsta

I'm not sure why I thought of Hip Hop when I took this pic of Brooke. Perhaps it's her baggy pants, mismatched shoes, wet and curly hair, or her pose? Either way, she wore this get up to school today, and I couldn't care in the least.

This girl has a light of her own, and I'm gonna let her shine.

Love u, Brookie.
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Thursday, September 01, 2011

KitchenAid Hobart Model K5-A

You really can't call yourself a baker unless you have a KitchenAid mixer, and that stretching it until you send me some muffins so I can officially approve your "baker" status.

You're a super cool baker if you're using a KitchenAid Hobart Model K5-A (before they used serial numbers!). This puppy is about 50 years old, and is in beautiful shape with the original mixer, whisk, dough hook, a small bowl, and a large bowl.

Look at her shine! She's hot stuff for an old lady, and likes to show off by spinning in circles at TEN different speeds. I think I'll buy her some red sparkly high heels.

The mixer was given to me by Zak's mom, Wendy. She inherited it from her Aunt Dorothy who used it her entire life before she passed away.

It's not the tilting type, but there is a lever that raises the bowl up and down. The big bowl has little fasteners on the side to hold it in place.

It's by far the oldest and coolest thing I've ever owned, and am so grateful that Wendy gave it to me. I will make sure it's well cared for and handed down to her grand-daughters. Madison & Brooke--whoever goes to the least expensive college and decides to bake for me the most gets it!

Brooke and I used it for OUR first time on a banana nut bread recipe. Brooke insisted on "NO Bananas and NO nuts!" in her banana nut bread. I had a bit of explaining to do on what BANANA NUT bread is really made of. Turns out she just wanted some cake...she always wants cake.

If you have any details for me about this mixer, especially the actual date of manufacture, please leave it in my comments.