09.24.2008 | 8:40 pm | Everyday Life
You cook something in the oven at church and set off the fire alarm resulting in a fire truck coming to the church, along with the fire chief and an ambulance…
This evening at AWANA Cubbies, the opening craft was to give the children some dough (from canned biscuits) and let the kids shape the dough into the shape of a bear (as a bear is the mascot for AWANA Cubbies). The kids really enjoyed it, and we had cinnamon sugar to sprinkle on the dough.
Kari and I went to a small kitchen area in the wing of the church where our Cubbie classes are located to cook the dough for part of the kids’ snacks. (Each dough bear was labeled with the child’s name.)
Through no fault of our own, the oven wasn’t very clean and as the bear biscuits cooked, smoke began to accumulate. There are water sprinklers in the kitchen, but no smoke alarms so we weren’t too worried about an alarm going off.
Not even a minute after we got the biscuits out of the oven, the fire alarm sounds. Ugh! Kari used her walkie-talkie to let important people know what had happened and that it was a false alarm.
After about a minute, the alarm went off and Kari and I thought we were in the clear. Not so. Less than two minutes later, the fire alarm sounded again… and stayed on.
We got back to our classroom after delivering the bisuits to the classes and hear a noise - Fire truck!
We went and met the firemen (the children’s pastor was already there at the kitchen). After they checked out the kitchen (and took Kari’s name for the report) the firemen let our preschoolers checkout the fire truck and ambulance.
As I was leaving this evening, I laughingly told our children’s pastor, “We won’t be cooking again next week!” He said that it wasn’t our fault that the oven wasn’t clean and said that it would be remedied very quickly.
Our kids had a great evening, and I am going to make sure that my oven here at home is clean tomorrow!
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09.24.2008 | 8:19 pm | Everyday Life
A while back, B took a really awesome picture of a toy Optimus Prime (a character from Transformers). Here is the email that B sent to me this afternoon regarding that picture…
On Sept 24, 2008, at 3:13 PM, BB wrote:
Hey, if you know where the little Megatron figure is (the 2″ posable one),
can you set it aside? I have a request to make a matching megatron picture
to my Optimus Prime. The last time I tried it did not come out well so I
want to retry…
Thanks!
BB
Here is my reply to B, detailing my conversation with C, as I don’t have a clue what the different Transformers look like and wanted to make sure that I located the right one for B.
Conversation with Chris…
Mom- What does Megatron look like?
Chris - blank look
Mom - Do you know where the little Megatron is? Is it the red, white, and black one?
Chris - (nods head affirmatively) I gave it to Daddy.
Mom - Daddy just emailed me for me to find it, so he could take a picture of it, like the picture of Optimus Prime.
Chris - Daddy already took a picture of it. He just doesn’t know where it is.
Any more requests…??
(Aside - I did find Megatron and put it on the kitchen bar for B. I think B enjoyed my emailed response. As he works a lot, he isn’t privy to these frequent conversations.)
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09.23.2008 | 3:58 pm | Everyday Life
J just came inside from playing with C in their sandbox. J brought with him an icky looking bug sitting in J’s plastic sand shovel. (I think it was an infant locust.)
I gently requested that J take the bug back outside, as “God made the bugs to live outside.”
J asked me, “What does the bug eat?”
I replied, “I don’t know… probably things outside.”
J then turned, as to go back outside and looked down at the bug in his sand shovel and asked, “Bug, What do you eat?”
After a couple of seconds, J laughed and told me that “the bug eats gummies (a favorite snack of J’s).”
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09.22.2008 | 5:22 pm | Everyday Life
I have spent the day painting in our house. I have painted the hallway that leads to the bedrooms and I have also painted J’s room (except for behind his bed, as I am not strong enough to disassemble it and move it). I need to roll another coat of paint on J’s walls and I will be done for today.
The clock in J’s room is off a little. I had been watching the time as I wanted to meet C at the bus stop after school like I always do. However, I was painting the trim in J’s room when I heard the bus. Sophia, my neighbor watched C come home and I waved at her from my front door where I met C. (Thanks Sophia!)
I went back to painting and after a few minutes heard the little girl next door (DT) come inside as she likes to play with C and J. They continued on through the house and out the back door to play. We have a really neat fort/swing-set in our backyard.
I didn’t think much about them playing, as they were playing nicely. DT frequently comes in our house and she plays with C and J often, so I didn’t think much about that, either.
I enjoyed watching the kids play while I cleaned my paint brush and unloaded the dishwasher. (BTW - there is an awesome aroma in my kitchen right now. I have had a roast cooking all day. Yummy!!)
Ring-Ring goes the phone. It is C’s school. I wonder what’s up, as his teacher calls me from her cell phone if she needs to talk, or emails me. The lady on the phone asks me if C made it home and I reply that he is sitting on the couch playing xBox. She tells me that C sat on the bus with the girl that lives next door (DT) and that the little girl never made it home. (DT’s Dad had come up to the school to look for her.) I calmly reply that DT is playing in my backyard with my son.
Apparently, the little girl that lives next door (DT) never went home before coming over to my house to play with my kids. I had been too busy painting, cleaning up the paint supplies and emptying the dishwasher to notice all the commotion in front of my house.
If I wasn’t so oblivious, I would have been aware of lots of people walking back and forth, with their cell phones, on the sidewalk in front of my house…
My next door neighbors had called the school, which in turn contacted the bus driver.
The neighbors on the other side (Sophia’s family) of me have 3 girls, 2 of which ride the bus with C and the little girl that lives on the other side of me. Sophia questioned her girls and they didn’t remember DT being on the bus.
So, the parent’s of DT called 911 to report a missing child. (I guess this was before DT’s dad went to the school to look for her…)
Not 60 seconds later, after I hang up the phone from talking to the school, someone came to fetch DT.
In the future, I will make sure that DT has told her parents that she is coming over to my house.
Oh, I didn’t mention that DT is Indian and so is Sophia and her family. I’m white. So, everybody is busy talking about that oblivious white woman.
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09.17.2008 | 9:21 am | Everyday Life
Last night, the boys were cleaning up the toys in the living room in preparation for bedtime.
J was responsible for picking up the army men toys and putting them in their rightful container. B told J, “I’m going to count to 10 and then the army men need to be picked up.”
After several minutes of counting, B told J, “If the army men aren’t picked up by the time I get to 10, I’m going to throw away the ones still left on the floor.”
J replied, “Daddy, Don’t throw them away… give them away!”
(No, B did not manage to keep a straight face at this charitable suggestion.) 
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09.16.2008 | 9:59 pm | Everyday Life
Okay, you have heard/read my very explicit feelings towards the IDIOT who had the STUPID idea (no, I’m not mincing words here…) of putting carpet on the floor in the sink area of a bathroom.
Now… I will vent about the person who had the idea of making kids’ toothpaste BLUE.
Seriously, these two people must have been very sadistic. Or they had a HUGE grudge against society and wanted these strong venomous emotions to be felt in millions of households.
Now, C and J do not normally make a mess when they brush their teeth if I am nearby. In fact, they are very good at brushing their teeth - just ask their dentist!
However, J has been known lately for *very quietly* sneaking out of his bedroom at night, or at rest time, and smearing blue toothpaste on the bathroom counter in the bathroom that he and C share. Not only does he smear the toothpaste on the counter, he then RUNS A PLAY TRUCK THROUGH THE MESS!!!
As you can imagine, this makes a very fun play area for a 4 year old little boy, but a very sticky, gooey mess to clean up, especially if the mess is not found until the next morning and the toothpaste has dried out a little and become stuck like gum on the bottom of your shoe. And it makes an even bigger mess on the carpet (insert another audible grumble about the person with the idea of putting carpet in the bathroom… I am SO GLAD we purchased the house before carpet was put in OUR bathroom. I LOVE our tile!!) when little droplets and huge globs drop on the carpet from the huge squirt of the toothpaste bottle when little J is making his ?water? roadway for his truck.
I’m not one to curb his creative streak, but this is going to stop. I have now thrown away the horrid blue toothpaste and they will be relegated to using my toothpaste.
Is this what I have in store for me for winter… more indoor creativity spilling out of his precious body? HURRY, SPRING, HURRY!!!
As an aside, it must feel really good to grab the toothpaste tube in the middle and give it a good, hard SQUIRT! I’ll have to ask him about it one day when he is MUCH older… no point in giving him any encouragement.
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