End of an Era

In August of 2002, a recently unemployed me decided to delve into the wild world of child care providing.

Little did I know that one of my little guys would stick with us until now. 

Tuesday will be our very last day with *Cal.

When I first started watching Cal, he wasn’t quite one yet.  He was just learning to walk.  He couldn’t talk.  He had never been around a dog before.  He was extremely shy.  He carried a blanket everywhere that he sucked and chewed.  The blanket’s name was “Chewy”. 

Cal has been a part of every major event in our lives these past six years.

In the time we’ve had him:

  • I watched several other children – 4 boys and one girl – varying  in ages and at varying times
  • I gave birth to Kae
  • Hubby went back to school for another Bachelors degree
  • We moved into a bigger house
  • All three kids took swimming lessons together and learned to swim
  • Noelle and Cal learned to ride bikes without training wheels
  • Noelle started school
  • Hubby got a new job, and moved
  • Cal started school
  • I took classes to renew my teaching license

Needless to say it will be really weird on Wednesday when Cal no longer comes to our house on a daily basis.  He will be starting first grade (at a different school from Noelle – same town, different schools – so close, yet so far away!). 

No more waking up to greet him as he performs a secret knock on my door.

No more boy toys (or boy play, for that matter) around these parts. 

To be honest, I’ll kind of miss hearing all about the latest adventures of any given superhero.

No more asking how many days until Cal comes back again.  (As my girls do every Saturday.)  Actually, they will probably ask SEVERAL times before the fact that he WILL NOT be coming back sinks in.

No need for the extra car seat in my car.

No need for the Transformers place mat on my table.

No need for the blue and green cup in the fridge.

And no more need for all the extra food and snacks in my house that a growing-like-crazy-little-boy-munches-non-stop.

It’s sure going to be sad, but for what it’s worth, It’s been a fun and crazy ride, Cal!  We’ll miss you, sweetie!!!

Noelle, Cal, Cal, Noelle
Noelle, Cal, Cal, Noelle


Cal, Chewy, and Noelle

Cal, Chewy, and Noelle

Cal and Noelle - stylin' toddlers

Cal and Noelle - stylin' toddlers

Chillin' on the deck

Chillin' on the deck

Ring around the baby

Ring around the baby

Christmas '06

Christmas '06

"Grown Up Faces"

"Grown Up Faces"

Fun in the Whale Pool - Summer '07

Fun in the Whale Pool - Summer '07

Slip n' Slide - Summer '08

Slip n' Slide - Summer '08

7 now, and ornery as ever

7 now, and ornery as ever

Knock ’em dead in 1st grade, buddy! 😉
Don’t forget to write!!!
*Not his real name.
Published in: on August 10, 2008 at 5:00 am  Comments (5)  

Haiku Friday – as voiced by Ms. Judgy McJudgerson

Haiku Friday


 Jennifer’s “Judgy”

caused me to reflect on my

own Ms. Judgy ways



I just can’t help it

when moms bring their sick kids to

Chick-fil-A’s play house


And ask them after

several minutes of play time

“Do you still feel like…


…throwing up, honey?”

Excuse me, but my HEALTHY

(for now) kids have been


playing with yours in

tight quarters and have shared the

same recycled air!


I have to ask why

would you bring your vomiting

child to Chick-fil-A?


Not just for eating

but for adding more germs to

 the play area?


Seriously!  This forced

me to immediately

bathe the girls once home



Ok, so is it just me, or do you other “responsible” moms out there keep your sick children at HOME when they are contagious?  Or even if they aren’t contagious – because who knows?  Perhaps this little angel (*snort*  more on that later) was just having an allergic reaction to something and that caused his “tummy ache”.  Or maybe he just feels like that a lot, and it has nothing to do with the stomach flu and its related vomiting.  But maybe just for the peace of mind it might bring to the other mommies *ahemMEahem* when you utter phrases with “throwing up” in them.  Could you consider it?  Pretty please?  I’m a bit of a a germ-a-phobe as it is.


All I know is that after I heard those words uttered from her mouth, I immediately wanted to go snatch the girls out from that germ-infested indoor playground and douse them in disinfectant.   I mean, honestly?  I know that those things are so cringe-inducingly nasty with their hidden sicknesses.  Heck, every time we’ve EVER allowed the girls to play on the scary crazy-busy one at the mall, they’ve vomited within the next day or two.  It’s just the way it goes. 

But, the other day, I was feeling adventurous.  I decided that some good old Chick-fil-A play area time was just the ticket for a rainy day activity.  Since the girls were feeling a bit sad that they couldn’t continue their streak of playing outside/and/or at the park/playground with all the beautiful weather we’ve been experiencing.  We had a free kids meal, and I figured, “What the heck?  They’re getting a bath tonight.  We’re cool.” 

Then, I heard that jarring question.  My first thought was, “Are ya kidding me?”   I had JUST convinced myself that Chick-fil-A was perhaps a step above the scary mall play area with its many snotty-nosed darlings and sprinkling of teenaged gargantuans, running about like careless….gargantuans.  Perhaps since there were only a couple of other (seemingly) sweet and gentle children in this particular play area with mine, all was well and good.

WRONG, Mandy.  Shouldn’t you know that you’re always WRONG?!


*The little vomitous dear decided that since Mommy had asked him if his stomach was indeed hurting him, that he would take that opportunity to scream at the top of his lungs, and throw a ginormous fit about dear old Mom forgetting his ICE CREEEEEAAAAAM!!!!  To which the mommy replied, “Oh.  That’s right.  We WERE going to get ice cream.  Oh, there there, dear.  I’ll get you your ice cream.  Will that help you feel better?  It’s OK that you’re continuing your ear splitting shrieks.  We’ll get you that ice cream.  Yep.  Just keep on screaming like that.  No one is at all bothered that you are STILL screaming like that.”  *sigh*  There I go, getting all judgy again.  I know, I know.  Before any of you decide to badger me with horrible comments about what a horrible judgy person I am for not thinking of what this woman might be going through……I did.  I totally did.  It was just so dag burned hard to watch the whole thing play out.  And to be thinking the whole time about why oh why did she have to bring her barfing kid where I brought my NON-barfing kids? 


P.S.  KNOCK ON WOOD!!!!!  BUT….. as of now, my girls are still fine.  Just a bit of a stuffy nose and cough, but that?  I can handle. 





Published in: on May 9, 2008 at 6:13 am  Comments (9)  

Haiku Friday – Oh Yes, it’s Ladies Night – with one exception

Haiku Friday


Bossy does Indy

What an incredible treat

meeting more bloggers


Not on the road trip

“officially”, anyway,

but thrilled all the same


Such awesome people

with heartfelt stories to tell

Some happy, some sad


All glad to be there

sharing laughter, line dancing,

and karaoke


No inhibitions

Enjoy a glass of spirit

cherish adult time


Last night, I was soooo excited to join some of the Indy area bloggers in celebrating Bossy’s stop through Hossier territory.

I still feel so new to this whole blogging thing, so I wasn’t even expecting to be included in such tremendous-ness.  Of course, I’d heard of Bossy.  I’ve even been reading her for awhile now.  It’s just that when you read some of the people that you read, it’s almost like they’re not real.  Ya know?  Like, you’re just reading about some far away person leading this far away, amazing life.  But last night, I was part of it. 

Unexpectedly.  But fortunately.  Willingly.  Gleefully.  🙂  What a blast!

I must say that I felt so honored to be part of such a remarkable group of gals (and guy) 🙂

What a terrific time chatting with a couple of the girls whom I’d met before, and getting to meet some awesome new ones.  Well, new to me.  But, according to my web stats, I’m still so new, they’re removing the bubble wrap.  tee hee! 

Oh, I do so enjoy my I’m-a-real-person-and-not-just-a-mommy-or-babysitter-time to the fullest possible extent.

Thanks for the memories, ladies!  (and gent!) 

It really was a blast!


Published in: on April 25, 2008 at 9:26 am  Comments (10)