Saturday, May 31, 2008

Pissed On

Lauren is doing great with the potty training. She hasn't had an accident since last Saturday...quick knock on some wood! The biggest problem with the potty training is her desire to check out the facilities at every new place we go. Last night we were going to Jack's baseball game. I instructed her to use the potty before we left. I monitored the "deposit" and came to the conclusion that her bladder must be empty. I was wrong. We weren't at the baseball fields 5 minutes before she decided that she needed to go potty. Since Travis is the coach I was stuck taking Ben into the bathroom with me. These bathrooms were only one step up from port-a-potties. The potties flushed and there were four walls, but there wasn't a true ceiling so when it rained last week all of the water just puddled up on the floor. I instructed the kids to avoid the water and head to the back so we could use the handicapped stall. As I was helping Lauren get situated on the extra tall potty Ben took my distraction as an opportunity to splash in the puddles. There was water splashed all the way up to his shorts and all over my calves. I had to convince Lauren that she couldn't take her panties all the way off because the floor was wet so I taught her how to wear them around her ankles. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to spread her legs as far apart as she is used to so she was sitting too close to the front of the potty. I bet you are asking yourself how close is too close? Well, it is too close to the front when you are able to arc the stream over the toilet and only your mother's foot! When she realized what was going on she cut the stream off and wasn't able to start up again. I made her sit there for several more minutes because I was NOT going in there again. I don't know what she was thinking as she was sitting there, but all I could think about was the fact that she probably isn't the first child to miss the toilet and the water that was splashed up on my legs and all over Ben's shorts probably wasn't just water!

Ex-Smoker Vs. Potty Trained

Have you ever noticed how former smokers seem to be more annoyed with second hand smoke than anyone else? My conclusion; cigarettes are to former smokers as diapers are to potty-trained children. Lauren is so acutely aware of Ben's bodily functions it is scary. The second Ben pees I hear "Benny peed!" or "Mommy you need to change Benny". The worst is when he poops; you would think he has toxic waste in his diaper. Lauren won't even go near him. She ridicules him. "Benny is a baby!” "Only baby's make stinky in their pants!", "You stink!" or the meanest insult of all "You can't play with us!" Is it wrong that I let a little of this go on in hopes that the peer pressure will help Ben get motivated to be diaper-free too?

Jack Logic

Wednesday I had to take Jack to Ben and Lauren's weekly playdate. I prepped him ahead of time by telling him that it might be a little boring for him but tomorrow we will have a big kid playdate at the beach club. We met our friends at the park for a picnic. All was going well until Jack decided to take his cheese on the playground. I told him several times to leave his cheese at the table and come back if he wanted to have a bite. Somehow he snuck off with his cheese in hand. The next thing I know he is falling from a 7ft platform tailbone first. He tried to grab onto a modified fireman's pole and lost his grip. I ran over and my first aid training kicked in. I asked him what hurt and he told me his back. All I could think was spinal cord injury. I told him not to move, had him wiggle his fingers and toes then decided that he was okay. Come to find out his back hurt because he got scratched by a piece of bark! As I was comforting Jack I took the opportunity to say I told you so. I told him that mommy doesn't just tell him things to be a buzz kill that I have his best interest in mind. If he wouldn't have been holding the cheese he probably wouldn't have fallen because he would have been able to use his other hand. Jack finally got up and started playing again. He came back about 30 minutes later to tell me what he had learned.

Jack: Mom, I know what to do better next time.
Me: Oh yeah, what?
Jack: Next time I decide to take cheese on the playground even though you tell me not to I am going to drop the cheese and use both hands instead of falling on my back.

Hmmm...Yet another message lost.

Is There Such A Thing?

Jack: (pointing at a woman jogging as we are on our way to the gym) Look mom, that lady is trying to get skinny like you.
Me: (doing my best to redirect so Lauren doesn't have the same weight issues I do when she grows up) Yep, she is running to be healthy.
Jack: Why do we need to go to the gym AGAIN?
Me: So mommy can stay healthy.
Jack: Don't you think you are skinny enough?

Is there such a thing as skinny enough? I think not! That is like having too much money, it can't happen!

AT&T Sucks!

My Modem/Router died Monday night. I have had not access to email or the internet since. I really didn't know how much I relied on my computer. I need my email for conducting our real estate business, setting up playdates, contacting the baseball league and staying in touch with my friends. You don't know how many times I started thinking about something and thought I should look that up online just to realize I couldn't. I just don't know how the mother's before us did it! I was telling my mother of my plight and she mentioned that they didn't even have answering machines or cell phones. Man, they must have spent a lot of time at home just trying to catch each other on the phone. Jack was even down and out because he couldn't play Webkinz or Cartoon Network! I won't go into the long drawn out story about how terrible AT&T's service is; it will just put me in a bad mood again and why ruin a perfectly good Saturday? I will do my best to recreate the week...

Monday, May 26, 2008

Train Table Torture

Dear Lauren,

This is a train table.

This is a water table.

From this point forward do not mix the two. I was not impressed when you chose to use your tea set to dump water on the train table. I was even less impressed when you encouraged your little brother to splash around in the water with you. Please accept this letter as your final notice.

This is a train table.

It is not something to stand on. When you choose to stand on the train table it is likely that you will fall off and get a black eye.

Please accept this letter as notice to not stand on the train table in the future. The next time you fall off the train table I will not feel sorry for you!

Love,
Mommy

We-We Weekend

Me: Lauren do you need to go potty?
Lauren: Yes.

Head to the bathroom.

Pick up Lauren so she can turn on the light.

Put the baby insert on the toilet.

Pull off panties.

Lift Lauren on the potty.

Wait.

Wait.

Wipe.

Help Lauren off the potty.

Flush.

Put panties back on.

Wash hands.

Dry hands.

Turn off light.

Five minutes later...

Lauren: Mommy, I have to go potty.
Me: Okay head to the bathroom.

Then we take it from the top again.

This has been my weekend, with the occasional poopy accident mixed in. Yesterday we went swimming and I had to clean a giant log out of her swimsuit, then we had dinner at friends and by the time she pooped in her pants again I couldn't stop myself from yelling "Travis, we are leaving, Lauren shit her pants again!” Maybe if I hadn't already cleaned one poopy accident, sat through 5 false alarms and taken her pee pee at least a dozen times I probably would have been able to calmly clean the mess.

This morning Travis had the nerve to tell me how much fun he had yesterday…kick me while I am down. I think he was trying to tell me that he wants to take a few potty breaks today!

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Blitz Bulletin

Lauren = 5
Ben = 0

If you are bored by potty stories stop reading now and start back up midway through this post...

Lauren has jumped into the potty training with both feet. She has gone pee pee in the potty 5 times. She had one poopy accident and one partial pee pee accident. Lauren being constipated has finally come in handy, the poopy accident was nice and firm and just dropped right into the potty. Thank goodness for easy clean up. The partial pee pee accident was right after her nap (that she took in panties), she woke up and had to go really bad so a little snuck out. She stopped it and was able to finish up in the potty. That hardly counts, right? Lauren went to the doctor's office, Jack's baseball game and out to dinner without any accidents. She even slept all night in panties. I will admit I got up early so I could be ready to rush her to the potty as soon as she woke up, but she didn’t have an accident. Way to go big girl!!

Ben on the other hand still has no interest in his underwear. I asked him again this morning and he answered with a simple, yet firm “Nope”.

Okay if you skipped the potty talk you can start reading again here...

Jack woke up yesterday with a sore throat and an earache. I normally would have let this play out a little bit before taking him to the doctor, but with Memorial Day Weekend upon us I rushed him to the pediatrician. The doc said his tonsils look like they need to come out because they are so large and the tube in his left ear is working it's way out, thus the ear pain. So, we are going to have to go into the ENT and have him checked out again. But, the good news is that he isn't sick for the weekend!

Last night at the restaurant an older couple stopped us on the way out and said, "ya'll should be commended, you have the best behaved little kids we have seen in a long time". I love when people complement my parenting. It is too often that I am getting the stink eye because my kids are being little hooligans! Where do I accept my mother of the year award?

Friday, May 23, 2008

Memorial Day Weekend Potty Training Blitz

Today is day one of the potty training blitz and I have already run into a couple of snags. I prepared by making up a song about no more diapers yesterday. Lauren caught on and sang with great enthusiasm. Ben on the other hand kept putting his hand over my mouth and asking me to be quiet. This morning when Ben and Lauren woke up I started singing the song again and got out the underpants so they could pick which pair they wanted to wear. Lauren dug right in and picked Dora dressed up as a princess. Ben wouldn't even look at his choices. I held them up one at a time. "Bob the Builder?" Ben balled up his little hand and punched the underpants. "Spiderman?" Again, he balled up his fist, punched the underpants and shouted "NO!” "Okay, how about Nemo?" Getting even angrier, Ben clenched his teeth, made a fist and screamed "NO" at the top of his lungs as he punched the Nemo underpants. I can take a hint. He doesn't want to wear underpants. Everything I have read says don't force it, so I guess this weekend won't be quite the blitz I was planning on. Lauren has been wearing panties for almost 3 hours now without an accident! She has gone pee pee in the potty once. I am trying the same strategy that worked so well with Jack. When you use the potty you get to pick a prize from a basket full of McDonald's and cereal toys as well as Dum Dum suckers. Lauren picked a purple platypus and a Dum Dum. Ben desperately wanted a sucker too. I told him that he had to use the potty if he wanted a sucker. He threw the biggest fit I have ever seen him muster up. I have had friends that give their older child a smaller version of the potty prize to "celebrate" with the younger one who is learning. But, I don't think Ben should get to celebrate with Lauren since he isn't already potty trained. What do you think?

Thursday, May 22, 2008

The End Of An Era

Today is the last day of preschool for Jack. He is thrilled about starting kindergarten at the 'big kid' school. But, when I told him that today was the last day he will ever go to preschool he started to tear up. He has known that he will be going to kindergarten in the fall, but the realization that he won't still be going to preschool did not set in until this morning. He has had a great preschool experience and I am so proud of how he has grown up over the last three years!

Saturday, May 17, 2008

New Look!

Do not adjust your monitor. It's still me. Same great blog with a new look. I am too cheap to pay someone for one of those super cool templates everyone else has, so I am just settling for another generic template with a new color. As my mom used to say when I NEEDED the latest pair of Guess? jeans in the 80s, this is not a fashion show.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Ant Bully

I never saw The Ant Bully, I wish I had, I could really use some ant bullying pointers! I am no Martha Stewart, but my house is usually fairly clean. I will admit my kids provide an ant feast under the table after every meal. But, I have been dust busting religiously ever since the infestation. It doesn't help that our back door is in the kitchen. You would think I left the effing door open and posted a neon arrow declaring an all you can eat ant buffet. I have been killing ants by the hundreds at least half a dozen times a day. The pest control guy came out to spray on Wednesday. The ants haven't been deterred at all. I assumed it was due to the exterminator's lack of brain cells. Call me judgmental, but I fear he has inhaled a few too many chemicals. I called the exterminator again on Thursday after a particularly bloody ant kill to find out why I am still forced to murder the little bastards. Come to find out the spray takes 5-7 days to get rid of the ants. My parents are arriving Sunday night, so not only will I be hosting my parents, but I will also be hosting a few thousand ants. Great. I guess I should look on the bright side I don't have to buy the kids an ant farm. The kids have been lying on their stomachs on the kitchen floor watching the ants collect tiny morsels of their abandoned fish sticks and Apple Jacks. They crawl across the table like they own the place as I hear a chorus of "spider mama, spider", "there's another one", "get is mama, get it", "get the spray". I am living with a constant case of the creepy crawlies. I can't help but feel like I have ants crawling all over me, I think the Chinese should consider using ants rather than their famous water torture.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Baby's First Crush

If I were keeping a baby book this would definitely need to be logged under "baby's first crush".

Lauren approached me wearing her flashing pink cocktail ring.

Lauren: Look mommy, I have a ring just like you!
Me: You sure do that is beautiful!
Lauren: Who gave you your ring?
Me: Daddy. Who gave you your ring?
Lauren: Mr. Clint.

Clint is my good friend Trisha's husband. We get together nearly every weekend. Lauren took a shine to him when she was a baby. But, now it is official. Look out Ms. Trisha, Lauren is after your man!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Graduation Time


Jack's is graduating from preschool next week. I don't really remember preschool graduation when I was a kid. Come to find out his elementary school has a kindergarten graduation ceremony as well as a ceremony when they 'graduate' from the elementary school. What happened to high school and college graduation being something you work towards? By the time Jack reaches high school graduation he will have already graduated at least 3 times! That being said, I am pretty excited about preschool graduation. I have made all of the kids in his Busy Bee class bee magnets to remind them of their time in preschool. Best of all, my parents are coming down from Nebraska to witness the blessed event. Any excuse to get them to visit is a good one to me! We will have a special dinner after the ceremony, my mom is brining Jack a little gift and we will have something for him too. I am not sure what to get him. What is the traditional gift for preschool graduation?

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Baseball Mom

It's official. I drive a momobile (at least it's not a minivan) and I love it. I just can't believe that I have a five year old who plays baseball and I have one of 'those stickers' on the back of my car. Wow how times change. It seems like just yesterday I was begging Travis to start a family...







Welcome Summer!

It is time to get out the summer clothes. I can't welcome the season in fast enough! My kids often wear shorts for a couple of seasons because they grow up, not out. I tried a couple of last season's outfits on Lauren and I am really feeling her pain!

Lauren: This shirt is Piper's (my friend Anne's little girl who gets our hand me downs)
Me: No, it is your shirt.
Lauren: It is TOO SMALL, give it to Piper!
Me: I think you're right; we will give it to Pipes.
Lauren: GET THIS OFF OF ME!

I hate trying things on after several months and discovering they don't fit. Poor little girl is learning a life lesson so early!

Pick Me!

Me: Jack, we need to clip your nails before school.
Jack: Why?
Me: Because they are long and dirty.
Jack: I like them long.
Me: Why?
Jack: It is better to pick my nose.
Me: Gross!

I am so going to remind him of this conversation when he is a teenager. What a disgusting little freak!

Paranoid Parent

I have posted before about how nervous I get about sending Jack on field trips for preschool. Today he is at a bounce house/pizza place. They are going to bounce then make and eat their own pizzas. I am having trouble understanding what educational benefit the kids will be getting out of this, but I know Jack will have a blast. I can't wait to hear all about it...that is if he makes it back in one piece. I am already painfully paranoid about Jack's safety when they leave the school and getting this email last night did not help matters!

Dear Parents,

I need to inform you of an incident that occurred at
Sunshine Kids on Thursday, May 8. During the Muffins
for Mom afternoon party a child left his classroom, the
Starfish class, unattended by an adult and exited the
building. He was found on the field by the Bennett
Elementary School playground and was returned to the
Preschool. He was not recognized as one of our
students and was taken to Bennett Elementary by
Sunshine Kids Teachers to inquire if there was a
missing child reported at their location. The child's
mother arrived at Sunshine Kids and it was determined
that the child was her son and he was brought to her.
We are all thankful that the child is fine and this
situation had a happy ending.

Sunshine Kids Preschool is investigating the incident as
well as the Texas Department of Protective and
Regulatory Services. It is our goal to take preventive
actions to deter this situation from happening again and
to have procedures to follow if a missing child is
brought to the Preschool. We will be updating our
Operational Policies to include this information and
Sunshine Kids Teachers will be having a Staff Meeting
on Tuesday, May 13 to discuss this situation and
preventative measures. A Preschool Board meeting is
scheduled for June 8 to discuss this situation as well.

I do need your help in keeping our kids safe. Please be
aware of the children exiting the building and if they
are accompanied by an adult. If you don't see an
adult, please ask the child where their parents are.
Also, please do not leave your child unaccompanied in
the hallways or on the playground. There will be a
Sunshine Staff member standing by the exit doors and
in hallways at pick up time to help with this situation.
If you have questions or need to speak with the
Teachers, please schedule a time to meet with them
other that drop off and pick up times. The Teachers
need their full attention on the children in their
classroom.

Unfortunately I was out of the office on Thursday
with my son who was sick but I am available to answer
questions or concerns about this incident. I ask that
you please contact me directly to discuss any of the
above issues.

Thank you,

Amy
Director


Please tell me I am over reacting?

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

We painted the rental property until we ran out of paint today. It seems that the guy who owns the paint store was honoring his mother today rather than waiting around to sell me more paint. We are almost done with paint! We prepped the kitchen for tile then called it a day after about 8 hours of work. We came home and cleaned up then decided to go out to dinner. Jack suggested Mexican, that sounded as good as anything to me so we headed to Abuelo's.

Jack: I can't wait until it is Jack Day!
Me: What?
Jack: On Jack Day I am going to make the schedule just like you did today.
Me: Do you think that I wanted to work all day today?
Jack: I don't know, but you decided that we should eat at Abuelo's.
Me: You are the one who wanted to have Mexican.
Jack: Oh yeah.

Active-room

It must have been a man that started calling the bathroom a 'restroom'. I have not been to the bathroom by myself for over five years now. I certainly don't consider that restful! I don't want to further jinx myself, since I have post from almost a year ago about Lauren using the potty and she still isn't trained, but I had Lauren's diaper off the other day and she told me she needed to get another diaper on because she had to go potty. I suggested that she use the toilet and SHE DID IT! So, maybe we are getting close... So, when Lauren barged into the bathroom this morning as I was "resting" I indulged her questions.

Lauren: You going stinky mommy?
Me: Yes.
Lauren: Why?
Me: Because I don't wear diapers.
Lauren: Why not?
Me: Because when I need to go poo poo I just go in the potty and flush it down myself. I don't have to sit in poo poo, smell the stinky or wait for someone to change me.
Lauren: Couldn't you change yourself?

Apparently my message was lost. No worries, I am sure I will have the opportunity for another bathroom seminar tomorrow.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Roughing It

Travis and I spent most of the day painting our first rental property. The kids brought lots of toys to play with as well as a 13" TV with video games and 'lifeline' cable. The 'lifeline' cable is included with the homeowners’ association dues. Lifeline cable includes 40 channels, but only about 35 in English. We have all of the networks, PBS, weather, golf, etc. The kids just don't get it. They are used to being able to turn on the TV at any hour and find Scooby Doo, at the very least a choice of three acceptable cartoons. It took me awhile to convince them the TV wasn't broken. They act as though we have to read books by candlelight. My kids don't get to watch a lot of TV, but I will admit if they are in my hair I fall back on the, "why don't you guys go watch cartoons?" so that I can regroup. Since I don't let them watch a lot of TV they are always very willing to oblige. I must admit many times today as one kid or another stuck their hand in my paint I wanted to bark, "go watch cartoons!" but I knew that would only rub salt in the wound! When I was a kid, before we had cable, my mom used to tell my sister and I to go clean our rooms if we were in her hair. I think I will try that tomorrow!

Baseball Bitch

Last night was a perfect night for a baseball game. 85 degrees. Sunny. No wind. The only problem is I had two 2-year-olds with me who would rather play in the dirt than watch a baseball game. I thought I was being smart and grabbed one of the leashes, not to use, just to threaten with. I told the kids that if they didn't stay by me they would have to wear the leash, a fate worse than death. Ben tested me and tested me, so I finally had to keep my word. I hooked the leash to his back belt loop. He cried and cried then cried some more.

Me: Benny, this is going to be a long baseball game for all of us if you don't stop crying.

Baseball Bitch: Yes, it is.

First of all baseball bitch, was I talking to you? If you felt the need to chime in as a fellow mother I would have expected something like, "oh, I have been there" or "he isn't bothering me". After all, the reason I am sitting here BY MYSELF with two 2-year-olds is because my husband has VOLUNTEERED to coach your worthless kid!

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Don't Fight Ladies...

I am going to have to beat the girls off Jack with a stick when he gets a little older. Today was the Mother's Day Tea at school. When the mothers arrived we were to wait outside the classroom for our child to escort us in to our place. Jack was being such a little gentleman, he took my hand then he pulled my chair out for me. All of the other mothers commented about what a sweet boy he was. I was so proud! I was on cloud nine as Jack showed me the butterfly picture holder and bag he made me. Then came the "Mommy Biography":
My mommy's name is Kelli. She is 44 years old. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. Her favorite food is fish. Her favorite color is red. When I am at school she eats pretzels and sits on the couch to watch TV. Her favorite thing to do when she is alone is exercise. Her favorite thing to do when she is with me is play outside. The BEST thing about my mommy is she kisses me!
Okay, I am 32, not 44...ouch! I have brown hair and brown eyes. I like fish and the color red, but I wouldn't call them my favorites. I would love to sit on the couch, eat pretzels and watch TV but I fear the house would fall apart.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Confessions Of A Slacker Mom...

I have a confession to make. Although I am a consistent blogger, Jack's scrapbook ends at two months old and I never started a book for Ben and Lauren. This was brought to a head once again when I went to enroll Jack for kindergarten. I don't have his birth certificate. I don't know if I ever did. I scoured our file cabinet with no luck. When I told Travis of my plight he simply said, "I bet it is in his baby book". For the record, I suck. I think I was given a baby book at a shower for Jack, but I have never written in it. I had a pregnancy journal for Nate and Spence, I journaled everything. I think that just soured me on the whole baby book thing. I blog nearly everyday rather than cut a bunch of scraps of paper and spend hours on end to document one small event in my kids' life. I don't love my kids any less than "scrappers" do! Which brings me to my point, how do I save all of these stories I have written about my kids in this blog? Is there a way to print my blog? Will Blogger be around forever or will I someday lose everything? I am reaching out to all of you computer savvy bloggers, how do I save my posts?

If Your Brother Jumped Off A Bridge, Would You?

I am getting really tired of the monkey see monkey do that goes on between Jack and the babies. He says a "naughty" word (like stupid, fart, poop, etc) and they repeat it. Jack didn't say those words when he was their age, but thanks to him I have 2 year olds that talk like 5 year old boys. He hits himself in the head and they do the same. It makes me absolutely crazy! I try to explain being a good example, but he either doesn't get it or he just doesn't care. Yesterday took the cake. We were walking out of the gym, it was raining, and Jack started complaining about being thirsty. Of course this prompted Ben and Lauren to say they were thirsty too. We got in the car and Jack removed his shoe and LICKED. THE. BOTTOM. OF. IT. These weren't just any shoes. These were the nasty flip-flops that he wore all last summer. I am sure they have seen their share of dog shit, yard chemicals and general filth. I actually refuse to touch these shoes they are so nasty, they are crunchy from all of the foot sweat from 100 degree days last summer. Not only did he lick the bottom but then he told the babies how good the water on the bottom of his shoe tasted. Before I could say, "don't lick your shoes" Ben and Lauren had their shoes in their mouths. I can only imagine the germs they have ingested. I just hope it strengthens their immune system rather than makes them sick!

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Fishy Phonics

Jack: Mom, what's a minnow?
Me: A small fish.
Jack: What is it doing in the alphabet song?
Me: What?
Jack: You know, A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-a minnow-P-Q-R...

Friday, May 2, 2008

Princess Lauren

I have been busier than a one-legged-man in an ass-kicking contest this week. Tuesday I had my all day Tysabri infusion, Wednesday we closed on our first rental property and since then I have been up to my ass in alligators getting everything ready on the new house. I finally have time to blog today because my car is in the shop getting an oil change and what not so I am trapped at home. My sister and nephew came and we had a picnic at the park. Besides that I have just been trying to tie up loose ends today. I couldn't let this week end without telling you about my little princess. What is it about little girls and princesses? I really don't feel like I have pushed the princess thing. As a matter of fact I have tried to push other things like Barbie, My Little Pony, baby dolls, etc in order to crowd out princesses. Lauren doesn't know the difference between Cinderella, Belle or Snow White, but she does know she likes princesses. I was on the computer when Lauren arrived in her dress up clothes. A fluffy pink gown, mismatched plastic heels, long plastic pearl necklace, purple and pink bangles, flashing pink cocktail ring, tiara and faux diamond studded wand.

Lauren: mommy, look at me, I am a princess.
Me: (without looking up) Yes you are!
Lauren: Look at me mommy! I am a princess!
Me: (still without looking) You are beautiful!
Lauren: (poking at me with her little index finger) LOOK MOMMY! I AM A PRINCESS!
Me: (giving her a half glance) Wow, you sure are a beautiful princess.
Lauren: (Hitting me with her wand and yelling with a growl in her voice) MOMMY, YOU NEED TO LOOK AT ME! I AM A BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS!!

Okay, okay I can take a hint. You may need to hit me with your wand, but you got your point across. I am not giving you the attention a beautiful princess deserves. Sorry baby, next week will be better!