Guinea Pigs

So, Little Girl has been lobbying for her own pet for some time.

We still have the cat; he’s almost ten years old now. I have actually been blogging long enough (?!) that his origin story is in my archives, if you’re interested.

I’ve been strongly resisting any new pets on the grounds that we already have a cat; however, the lack of precedent for this logic was recently pointed out to me.

  • Me: You don’t need your own pet.
  • Little Girl: You let ET have her own pet.
  • Me: We already have a cat.
  • Little Girl: ET had a hamster. AND a tree frog.
  • Me: (floundering) But….

Yeah, I lost that one pretty quickly. I hadn’t taken a hard enough line with previous kids, and now history was against me. The argument that I was younger and stupider back then (my only defense!) wouldn’t really fly either.

(And she didn’t even KNOW about how I let her big sisters have a lizard, some fish, and mice at various times in the past. See “The Pet Wars” in my archives for more there. Yeah. I was MUCH stupider then.)

So…. I fell back on the Use-Your-Own-Money-And-That-Thing-Had-Better-Not-Bug-Me defense. It’s all I could do. I told her that if she could buy the pet in question AND all its supplies AND keep it in her room AND keep it clean and fed herself, THEN she could have her own pet.

Long story short…. we have a pair of guinea pigs now.

The good news is, they’re really cute!

The bad news is, her room smells like a livestock barn, and I keep having to buy food for these rodents.

Oh well.

The Book Fair at School

The twins’ school is having a book fair.

They are in middle school now, so I wondered if the book fair might be different, but it’s pretty much the same as it was in elementary school:

Ostensibly it’s to sell books and promote learning, but the real goal from the kid’s perspective is buying random junk that promotes clutter.

(I’ve written in the past about how much my kids love random junk; see that post here if you’re interested.)

They simply CANNOT go to the book fair without buying some of the non-book items such as odd bendy pencils, erasers shaped like weird things, or bookmarks with strange shiny patches on them.

I’ll admit that these things are cool, and I do remember being a kid (many MANY years ago) well enough to know the draw of interesting small objects to children.

Little Boy brought home one of those pens that writes in a lot of different colors. He was simply THRILLED about the pen.

He wanted to know if they had pens like that when I was a kid. I admitted to coveting one of those four-color pens kids had when I was in elementary school.

Remember those? Only cool kids had them.

Well, his pen is WAY cooler! He left it out for his siblings to view, but carefully put a note next to it to make sure no one tried to steal it.

This pen is definitely for cool kids!

So, now I’m a mother-in-law?

My oldest daughter ET got married.

I know; I’m nowhere NEAR old enough for this.

And how is it that SHE is old enough? When I started this blog she was thirteen, so I gave her the name ET for Evil Teenager. Now she’s 23 (!) and no longer a teenager at all. (But still evil? Yes, if you ask her siblings.)

Anyways, last weekend the whole family went to a nature park in rural Alabama and watched her get married.

Everything went pretty well, I think. The weather was nice, but we were holding the ceremony inside a building anyways. Park or no park, I think we’d have to be completely crazy to hold an outdoor wedding in December.

And ET had plenty of built-in bridesmaids, since she has so many sisters.

I don’t have anything funny to say about the wedding, which is definitely a good thing. Nobody wants their daughter’s wedding to be funny. Not even me.

So instead, here’s a few of my favorite past stories about ET for your entertainment:

Middle School: The Drama Continues

A little while back I wrote about a secret admirer note that Little Boy received in his locker. (It was addressed some guy called Hugh.)

To read that story click here: http://christinakosatka.com/?p=1968

Well, today he found another note for the same kid!! And this note is in different handwriting, so it’s not from the same girl.

I had this translated for me, by the way, so here is the text:

“Hi, I kind of like you. (Blushing smiley-face) Note: I know you have a girlfriend; people told me. (Crying tears emoji). To: Hugh From: ?”

OK, so we have: Secret Admirer #1 from before, Secret Admirer #2 here, AND a Girlfriend?!?!

Well, well, well, Mr. Hugh! I think I need to get a look at this little lady-killer.

Middle School Begins

So the twins are officially in middle school now.

I know this for sure, not just because I took them to their new sixth grade class last week and helped them navigate their class schedule and learn to open their lockers.

These are of course important middle school milestones, but today we reached another crucial middle school point: the Secret Admirer Letter.

My son received one in his locker!

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately for him) it was addressed to another boy.

Hue is not my son’s name. (I don’t think it’s actually the correct spelling of any boy’s name, in fact, but that’s beside the point.)

Some poor girl put it in the wrong locker I suppose. Well, he has his twin sister to help straighten this out, and the letter will be redirected tomorrow.

The travails of middle school have definitely begun!

UPDATE: 21 August 2019

Here’s an update on the secret admirer post from yesterday:

Little Girl took the note to the intended recipient, who was in fact named Hugh (not Hue).

She explained it had been put in her brother’s locker, but of course it appeared to Hugh that it was a note from her. So in true middle school fashion he sent his friend to interrogate her.

  • Friend: So…. did you send this note?
  • Little girl: No.
  • Friend: Then… where did you get the note?
  • Little Girl: It was in my brother’s locker.
  • Friend: So… how did you know it was for my friend?
  • Little girl: Because it said his name.
  • Friend: And… how do you know his name?
  • Little girl: Because he sits next to me in first period.
  • Friend: So… you admit that he is in your class?
  • Little girl: Yes.
  • Friend: And… you admit you know his name?
  • Little girl: Yes.
  • Friend: (Moving in for the kill) How do you SPELL his name?
  • Little girl: H U G H
  • Friend: Oh. (to Hugh) She’s clean, man.

I think this kid may have a future in law enforcement.

Why does this kid have a phone?

Little Girl decided to buy a phone with money she’s saved.

I don’t know why and eleven-year-old needs a cell phone, but…..

So far she has used it mainly to take weird pictures of herself.

And text them to me, along with odd information or demands.

The good news is, I can send her messages too.

No more calling down the hall for meals!

The modern world is a strange place…

What’s going on over there?

I was at at church on a Wednesday evening, sitting in my ladies’ Bible study group. On the other side of the wall, the kids were playing games. We could hear them laughing and and jumping, and occasionally yelling.

We made a few little jokes about how it sounded like fun over there. When we heard something (or someone) hitting the shared wall, I mentioned that I hoped one of the kids didn’t come crashing through like the Kool Aid Man.

At one point, my group was sitting in silent prayer, and I could clearly hear a teacher’s voice next door, calling out the names of my twins.

Specifically yelling their names. 

Little Boy and Little Girl!

LITTLE BOY AND LITTLE GIRL!

LITTLE BOY AND LITTLE GIRL!

LITTLE BOY AND LITTLE GIRL!

Like, he seriously said just their two names four times. Including the “and,” that’s seven syllables.

I was thinking, “My kids are in some serious trouble.”

But the good thing was, since we are new to the church none of the ladies in my study knew that it was MY kids getting called out.

So there’s that…

Oh, and when I asked the twins about it later, they insisted that they were NOT in fact in trouble. On no. The games teacher was just “cheering them on” in a race.

Well… maybe…

A Disappointing Letter

We are still receiving Christmas cards, although it is late January.

Not that I’m complaining; I love Christmas cards! I also have a fun way of preserving cards every year. (Click here if you’re interested in that craft idea.) So, the more cards, the better, in general.

This particular Christmas card was forwarded from our old address in Alaska:

Little Girl was super excited to see this fancy envelope in the pile of mail.

“Is that from Hogwarts?!” she exclaimed.

Aw. I hated to tell her that it wasn’t. After all, she’s turning eleven this year. (And so is her twin brother, actually.) If there were such a place as Hogwarts, this would be the year for the letter.

I’m afraid this is going to be a disappointing year for Little Girl.

Thanks for ruining my kids’ eleventh birthday year, J.K. Rowling….

A Post-Christmas Road Trip

This Christmas we enjoyed being closer to family, just as we did over Thanksgiving weekend.  I enjoyed having all of my kids together for the holiday. We had fun.

Our two college-aged daughters came to stay for Christmas here in Georgia, and then we planned to all go to visit my parents and in-laws in Alabama over New Year’s weekend.

My husband and I disagreed about the post-Christmas road trip. I wanted to leave on Friday afternoon after he’d gotten off work, so we could arrive at my mother’s house late that evening. He wanted to get up early Saturday morning and make the trip in daylight.

(I do not care for any plan that involves the words “get up early.”)

Since we had to take two cars anyways, as our daughter had driven her car from college and we’d need the minivan for ourselves. we decided to split the trip.

I left Friday afternoon with the three older girls, and he planned to leave Saturday morning with the twins.

This seemed like a win-win situation to me. I would get to take a road trip with the teens listening to fun music and having girl talk. I’d be The Late-Night Cool Mom.

He’d rather go in the morning? Fine. He’d have to do the getting up early and forcing the kids into the car thing. He’d have to listen to the twins complain and/or fight the whole trip.

But it turned out my husband had a plan to avoid all that….

On Saturday morning I was still in bed at my mother’s house when my husband arrived with the twins. I couldn’t believe he’d gotten there so quickly!

I woke up to see Little Boy’s face inches from mine. He looked quite pleased with himself.

“Oh, hi,” I said. “You must have gotten up early this morning!”

Grinning, he shook his head.

“What?” I said, confused. “You didn’t get up early this morning?”

He grinned even more widely. “Nope!”

“What?” I said again.

His grin was getting maniacal. “I didn’t get up this morning at all!” he crowed.

I groaned. It was too early for riddles. “You mean you’re still asleep?”

He howled with laughter. “Nope!” he said again.

I pulled the covers over my head, finished with the conversation. Little Boy chortled to himself and went to unpack his stuff.

When my husband came in, he was looking quite pleased with himself as well. I was out of bed by then, and I commented on what great time he had made on the road trip.

“You must have gotten up early!” I said. “Did you have any trouble on the drive?”

“Nope!” he said. “I had a plan.”

Grinning in much the same manner as his son, my husband revealed all.

DAD’S ROAD TRIP PLAN:

  1. Take the twins to the movies.
  2. Give them all the sugary snacks they want.
  3. Tell them they can stay up all night.
  4. Go to bed and let them roam free in the house.
  5. Wake up early and load them into the van.
  6. Have a peaceful drive while they sleep the whole time.

I was so shocked by this plan, I think my jaw hit the floor. I can certainly see why this  was not revealed to me in advance. I would NOT have approved it.

The twins, apparently quite refreshed by their road-trip naps, danced in and out of the room, wearing, “Dad let us stay up all night!!” expressions of glee.

I guess there’s a new cool parent in town.