Random Musings While Peoplewatching at Disneyland...

1. Stilettos aren't appropriate footwear for theme parks.
2. Women over a certain weight shouldn't wear stretch pants with short t-shirts.
3. Women over a certain weight, if they're going to wear stretch pants, should wear underwear.
4. "Exit" is not code for "secret entrance to ride with really long line".
5. Your 150-lb 7-year-old does not need a stroller.
6. I understand Asian cultures are more formal; sport coats and slacks are not required for entrance into American theme parks
7. Groups of teenaged boys all wearing Minnie ears isn't as cute as they think it is.
8. There are many more gay men in southern california than gay women.  At least there are many more gay men at Disneyland.
9.  There are lots of people at Disneyland with various shades of red hair.  As far as I could tell, four of us were natural.
10. Lots of people have Lucy's hair. Most of them are not Lucy.  (this one is from Joel)

Good and Bad

I've said for 4.5 years that there was something wrong with him. 

Other people saw it.  Those were the people who made any attempt to discipline him.  They were the ones who knew what he could be like.

I talked to doctors about it. No one much cared; they'd say 'oh, maybe' and said he needed more sleep.  But I knew they were wrong. 

Today at the pediatrician, the doctor hadn't been in the room more than five minutes when he knew too.

Good because I was right and finally a medical professional can see the issue as well.

Bad because I'm not going to medicate the kid, which means we might be in for even more fun than the past 5 years have been.

Double bad because David is going to flip his lid when I tell him that the doctor instantly sided with me in the should-we-hold-him-back-and-start-kindergarten-a-year-late debate.

But good because maybe having someone believe me will give him a year to mature and develop and not get a label he doesn't deserve.  Or maybe it will give him a year to mature and develop and make it obvious that he needs help.

We'll see.

It'th Vewy Exthenthive

I made some cookies the other day that were muy delicioso.  I doubled the recipe, not realizing that the original recipe made 6 dozen cookies, so we had a plethora of cookies to put somewhere. 

I've been putting the things I bake on a covered cake pedestal so the kids remember to eat them, but there were too many cookies for that, so I got out mom's old cookie jar.

I've left it out on the counter as a subliminal message that maybe I should make cookies more often.

With the wicked awesome Sam's Club deal last month, we got two free boxes of cookies, so I got those last night and put them in the cookie jar.

Itchy and Scratchy really wanted one, so I told them they could have one at snack time.  Naomi was reaching for the cookie jar lid, and I told her to be careful.  Joel chimed in with "Yeah, becauth that cookie jaw ith vewy exthenthive!"

Well, that's debatable.  I'm betting that cookie jar was NOT very expensive.  But I remember when mom used to bake and cook.  I remember when dinner didn't consist of frozen pizza and canned corn.  (Unfortunately, those were the times it consisted of meatloaf and sloppy joes.  Blech!)  I remember the cookie jar when it used to sit on the counter at all times, and most times it contained cookies.

So while it may not have cost very much money, it's priceless.