Monday, March 06, 2006

3 More Days

That's it, only THREE more days until my little soccer playing diva will be 9 years old. I can hardly believe it. She should still be that solemn little girl who helped me with everything and wanted nothing more than to be Ethan's older sister because she always took care of him. She is dealing with the dogs being gone the hardest. Pongo always slept on her, yes I did mean to say on her, and he was Emma's security blanket. I felt so bad taking that away from her.

Ethan hasn't said one word about the dogs. He will in his own time. One day soon he'll really realize that the dogs are gone and not coming back and he will cry for a few seconds and then he'll move on to something else. It will be this way for awhile. I just have no idea when it will hit him that they're gone.

Harley searches the house and the yard for Bongo, we are still working on the P sound. He doesn't seem to distraught but he's only 2.

Mom is sad but glad at the same time. Gone are the days of someone knocking on the door because Callie got out and was roaming the street again, gone are the nights of Callie waking mom up to let her out 4 or 5 times. She just wanted to go check the perimeter of our yard. I don't know why she didn't wake up Scott, it was always mom.

I have been very lenient and haven't asked the kids to pick up the dog poo in the backyard yet. Good thing it's still pretty chilly here otherwise it might stink just a little. I do need to get it cleaned up though.

On to more happy subjects. Emma wants Etnies for her birthday. For those who are old and out of the loop, much like myself (at least that is what my daughter told me when she mentioned she wanted them and I asked what they were), Etnies are shoes. But mom there not just any shoes they are these cute little shoes with sideways M's on them and they have this pair that are black with pink striping and pink laces and MOM please you have to get them for me because they are so cool and OH MY I really need them. She said pretty much that, all in one breath. I was out of breath and dizzy by the time she was done.

Now, there is a store in our local mall that carries these sideways M shoes and I just happen to have a gift certificate to the mall so that I can actually get her these shoes and only have to fork out about $10. Without the gift certificate they are $49. EEK. I don't even spend that much on shoes for me!

She also wants some dream life game, I think it is a Bratz thing, not sure, and clothes and a silvery, sparkly bag that we saw a teeny bopper carrying this morning on the way to the bus stop. I'm sure the list is much longer but I've probably forgotten some of it.

The OutLaws are mad because I haven't invited them to her birthday party. They'll get over it but they are never setting foot in my house again. Especially because I've caught them bad mouthing Scott in front of the kids. Emma has figured out what kind of people they are and doesn't want to spend time with them. I'm encouraging to spend time with them because I don't want her to regret anything in the future but I doubt she would. In this state a kid has to be at least 12 to decide what parent they want to live with. Well, in this case OutLaws basically have SW's visitation rights since he lives out of state and he asked me to do this as a favor to him. I'm kind of regretting allowing this but it's kept some peace between SW and myself.

I have a feeling Emma will tell them off in a year or two and tell them she doesn't want to be a part of their lives. And they will think it is my doing or Scott's doing and won't believe that she has her own mind and can see that she makes her own decisions without my input. My daughter, she has her own opinions. On everything!

Ah well, this too shall pass and there will come a time when I won't have to communicate with them. Hopefully.

Chocolatism: An apple a day goes down much easier if it's covered in chocolate, caramel, and nuts!

1 comment:

Theresa said...

My oldest has those exact Etnies too!

So sorry you have to deal with those problems...