We didn’t have the cash to jet to an island or take the Goose to Disney World, so we used our week off to hang out as a family, Jersey-style. We* went to the beach, won almost the entire collection of stuffed Adventure Time dolls (damn you, Jake, for being too heavy for the darn crane game), watched movies, and barbequed.
I’m not saying I don’t love the Caribbean, but this was one of the best vacation weeks ever.
I love the people I work with, but egads I’m sad to be back. It’s so beautiful outside….
*Winning the Adventure Time stuff? All me. I rule at crane games.
My Goosey is five today. Funny, smart, sweet, and mine. I may be lame and post throwback pictures of her all day.
And let’s all give me and John some applause for housing, feeding, and generally nurturing said kid. We rock!
I’m so happy that tumblr embraces sanity and many agree with me.
If one more friend on FB puts up pictures of their tot in a cap and gown or crossing a bridge (thanks for the symbolism, preschool), I’m going to lose my shit.
I’m not going with flowers. I refuse. I’ll watch her sing her Spring Program songs and clap because she can get down to “Happy” but I’m not going to celebrate a graduation until she’s passed senior year.
It’s a crappy thing to learn, but not everyone gets a trophy.
My daughter is starting kindergarten in September and so is leaving nursery school this summer. Friday, the school is holding a graduation for the kids, complete with cap and gown.
Ummm, no. I’m proud of the Goose for matriculating into kindergarten. She didn’t graduate from anything. This shouldn’t be a huge deal.
I hate when i’m trying to blow out birthday candles and little kids try to do it with me like excuse u but it’s not ur birthday so please take a step back
Parenting fact: It’s even worse when it’s your own kid because you are, like, genetically obligated to let them help you. And they spit when they blow (totally by accident, but still).
Post Zumba Slurpee with the Goose. And mustache straws.
The kid went to Zumba with me and made it all the way to the end. Stamina.