All Men are Pedophiles!
You probably remember my post about being some kid’s carnival/festival and needing to go to the bathroom. The bathrooms were packed and so I snagged a teenaged girl and her friend coming out of the women’s restroom and asked them if they would watch Seporah and Felicity for a few minutes while I went to the bathroom for $5. And then I was given a stern talking to by a police officer, first for “loitering” outside the women’s restroom in search of teenaged girls to give money to, and then for allowing strangers to watch my children for any amount of time.
I have also written about the major difference between how women (especially those with children) looked at me back when it was just me, and now that I have children. Before there was generally fear in their eyes, and they would move their children so that they were between me and them. Now they see me with two little girls and smile, allowing our kids to play and even for me to play with their kids.
It really is insane how our society has come to view men, based on an incredibly small minority of heinous crimes.
Yesterday Märia and I took the kiddos to the local bouncy house, where there were probably over 100 kids and 5 bouncy houses. There was a man, did you hear me? A MAN, in one of the houses and HE WAS PLAYING WITH CHILDREN!!!!
It totally freaked Märia out “he gives me the heeby jeebies!” and she told me I had to go check him out to make sure he was a “nice guy”. I asked her if it would bug her if he was a woman and she said of course not. I initially refused to go over and check him out, but she insisted, and so I went over. He was just your average dad, rough housing in the same way that I do, or Matt (old neighbor from church) did or Adam (new neighbor from church) does. Throwing kids around, pushing them, playing and such. I honestly don’t know what the big deal was. It was a well lit area with parents all around, watching their kids, and lots of kids old enough to know if “bad” playing occurred.
Did you know that in England an adult man cannot sit next to a juvenile on a plane unless they are related?
We as a society have got to quit seeing all dads as pedophiles. The insanity has to stop.
July 2, 2010
Posted in: Steven's Lalala

Our Conversation This Morning:
Steven: Morning!
Märia: Morning! Hey, did you come to bed at 3am last night?
Steven: Yes.
Märia: Did you fall asleep on the couch?
Steven: No.
Märia: Did you stay up late doing your homework?
Steven: No.
Märia: Were you playing a game?
Steven: No.
Märia: What were you doing?
Steven: Watching a movie.
Märia: In the middle of the night? *pause to think that over a bit* OH NO YOU DIDN’T!!!!! YOU WENT TO SEE THE MIDNIGHT SHOWING OF ECLIPSE WITHOUT ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
And to top it off, Steven actually re-read the whole series in the past month just to get prepped for it. I went to see it this afternoon, thoroughly enjoyed, but I really think it’d be hard to follow the movies without having read the book(s). I am totally team Edward all the way baby, but I understand Team Jacob if all you’re going off of is the movies since Bella and Jacob had much better on-screen chemistry.
Anyways, go see it!!!!
The song that played during the ending credits.
June 30, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments

So You’d Like to Be a Type A Parent
Actually I don’t know how to help you there. I don’t feel I’m really a true Type A or Type B Personality. Anywho, I’ve been looking for workbooks for Felicity that are age appropriate and actually grab her attention. The majority of preschool workbooks are actually meant for 3 or 4 year olds and don’t work on Felicity’s level. She doesn’t care for them as they are over her head and just frustrate her. I was at Borders a couple of days ago and picked up these gems. The first two are actually meant for 2 year olds!!! And Felicity thought it was the coolest thing that she got a school work that she actually understood. She had a blast, she did like 15 pages! If you happen to have a 2 year old, pick these up! I tried to find them online to tell you guys, but couldn’t find them. Only $3.99 in the Border’s clearance section.
June 25, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments

Since I Worked on Mother’s Day, It Only Seemed Fair that Steven Would Work on Father’s Day (ie He Can’t Censor What I Write, hehe)
I know on Father’s Day you’re suppose to write a flowery post about the wonderful fathers in you life, but I’m at the end of my rope with my little monsters and the fact that my Dad didn’t like my Father’s Day gift really ticked me off. I offered him my children for good as a gift and he thought I was kidding. Darn it. That means I’m stuck with them for another 13.5 and 15.5 years respectively. As soon as they hit 18, I’m kicking them to the curb.
Hopefully the next so many years don’t sound like yesterday: Seporah was repeatedly bugging Felicity while they were in the car. Felicity was repeatedly screaming. I pull the car over and in my meanest mean mommy voice say, “Don’t touch your sister! Don’t poke your sister! Don’t hit your sister! Don’t kick your sister! Don’t touch her toy! Don’t take away her toy! Don’t pretend to hit your sister! Don’t put your hand in her face! Don’t pinch your sister! Do you understand?!?!?!”
“yes.”
Good, start driving again and not 5 seconds later Felicity starts screaming again. “WHAT?!?! DID YOU HIT YOUR SISTER?”
“no.”
“DID YOU KICK YOUR SISTER?”
“no.”
etc, etc, no to everything.
“THEN WHY IS SHE SCREAMING?!?!”
“I poked her chair.”
The people who say “Be grateful, these are the best years of your life” either have really lousy memories or have much more obedient children than ours. The longer we have the girls, the more amazed I am that my brothers and I made it to adulthood without being killed by our parents. I mean there were FOUR of us, that’s twice as many as we have. Sibling rivalry drives me absolutely bonkers, I’m amazed MY girls aren’t dead yet.
So thank you Dad for not killing any of us and keeping us around for 18+ years. I really appreciate that all of us made it, even though you had 3 boys so there’d be spares.
Thanks for finally taking me to the emergency department when my appendix ruptured. If you hadn’t I would have never lived long enough to fully appreciate a nursery with raisins ground into the carpet that reeks of poopy diapers.
Thanks for teaching me how to drive. If you hadn’t I’d never know the joy of listening to my little monsters fighting with each other in the back seat while I tried to make a left turn.
Thanks for teaching me how to tie my shoes. It’d be difficult to chase after the girls with me tripping over my laces.
Thanks for teaching me how to read. It’s really come in handy for the 28th reading of Olivia Goes to the Park.
Thanks for teaching me to never talk to strangers. As far as my children are concerning, catering to their every whim is far more important than developing a social life anyway.
Thanks for teaching me to sing off key. You get no awards for singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider on key anyways.
Thanks for teaching me about the Strike Zone. Between work, school and children, you’re never gonna find the energy to do it anyways.
Thanks for teaching me the true value of a nap. Now if I could just have the opportunity to appreciate one.
Sorry for all those times when I was little that I annoyed the hell out of you. I’ve got my comeuppance: grandchildren.
Baby Märia, Mommy Pam, Toddler Russell and Daddy Russ
June 20, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments, Pictures

My Rhyming Weekend Review:
Toy Story 3, fun for Moms and Tots!
Sesame Street Live, totally NOT!
Seriously though, if you don’t have a kid, borrow one and go see Toy Story 3. Really worth it. I know it’s a sequel’s sequel and those normally suck, but this one was really good. The bad guy gave me goosebumps. Ken was introduced (to Barbie that is) and that whole interaction had me bursting at the seams. Oh! Oh! and Buzz Lightyear goes on Spanish mode and that had me laughing so hard I was crying. They stole liberally from The Brave Little Toaster, but since I LOVED that movie, I was a-ok with it. The girls were mesmerized by the whole thing (except for the scary trash, that part was pretty scary and Seporah was REALLY worried). I’ve never taken the girls to see a movie twice in theaters, but I’m thinking about taking them again with Steven in a couple of weeks, since we enjoyed it so much and he didn’t see it.
And the sucky one: The girl’s read lots of Sesame Street books, but have never seen the show, so mainly the only characters they knew were Elmo, Cookie Monster and Big Bird (and Cookie Monster’s costume was so scary, I didn’t even recognize him). Seporah looked bored to tears and kept asking to go home (in all honesty I was kinda right up there with her). And EVERY time Elmo stepped off the stage, Felicity freaked out, Where’s Elmo? Where’s Elmo?!?! I kept on saying he had to pee-pee in the potty, then Felicity got smart and said she had to go. I told her she wouldn’t see Elmo there though because Elmo goes in the boy bathroom. Not worth the time or money.
June 20, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments

Sorry, Inner Dork Being Exposed Again
Totally excited about the movie, except for the whole 3D thing. I can’t handle 3D, it makes me physically sick. I have to watch all the new 3D movies the regular way. Drives my husband nuts as he wants to see them 3D. We end up watching them all separately.
June 17, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments

Don’t You Wish You Got to Sit In an Airplane While You Got Your Hair Cut
June 17, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments, Pictures

She Stopped Counting After 29
June 17, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments, Pictures

DON’T Touch Me!
June 17, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments, Pictures

I’m Doubting Being an Ace of Base Fan Wins Me Any Cool Points… Although the Lady Gaga Fan Part Might In Some Circles
At 9 years old, I think Ace of Base was the first band that I really got into. In fact all 3 of my brothers and I could be found singing All That She Wants and The Sign at the top of our lungs (although I doubt any of my brothers would admit that fact now). I still listen to them every now and then just like the closet dork you may or may not know I am.
About a month ago, I’m listening to the radio and who comes on but Ace of Base (and I’m not on the “Oldies” station that Steven talked about a couple of days ago). It seems the white wonderbread band has got a little Mexican spice thrown in as the song I’d never heard starts talking about various Hispanic men. I think it’s a little weird, but then again I forget the Hispanic population is increasing exponentially in almost every other state in the US. Here, it would be of more worth to speak Chuk or Laos than Spanish. Spanish will get you nowhere. They don’t come here since you know they can’t get here in the back of lemon. **
Anyways, I get all excited as a new song means a new CD. Yippee! Go home and look it up. It’s totally not even Ace of Base, but Lady Gaga. I totally laughed out loud. That woman has more faces than a pair of D&D dice has sides.
**BTW, that was totally a joke. I really don’t care about illegal immigration. Just don’t get my husband started on it.
June 13, 2010
Posted in: Märia's Moments

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