The Queen's Rambles

Finally! I get a picture with a smile! She is such a smiley baby, but when she sees the orange glowy light from the camera she gets perplexed and won’t smile.

I have about 20 minutes to post something deep and profound before I have to pick the boy up from camp. I have a feeling this is going to be less deep and profound and more “Camp! Yay!”

Except, of course, Erik was having a total revolt and didn’t want to go to camp. I know he’s having fun, but it sure did break my heart to send him off when he kept telling me he was mad at me and would never talk to me again.

Last night we went over the camp rules, as required by the camp. We even had to sign a paper saying we went over the rules. The rules were the problem. Or rather, The Rule: no sandals or crocs, tennis shoes only.

The child is obsessed with his Crocs. He has an old pair with the toes worn out sitting on his bookshelf because he won’t let me throw them away. His new pair also has the toes worn out (scootering is tough on Crocs) but I don’t even dare suggest a new pair.

He took the piece of paper with the rules and crossed out everything then asked how to spell “Erik can wear his Crocs.”

That made it really fun this morning. Lucky for him his tennis shoes didn’t fit, so I had to send him in his Crocs. Mom of the year, right here. He probably hasn’t worn his tennis shoes since April so I guess his feet have grown a bit. As soon as I pick him up we are headed to Kohl’s for a new pair of shoes and a pair of pajamas for PJ Day tomorrow.

In other news my ironfast rule of never, never, never asking a woman if she is pregnant paid off two days in a row. One I wasn’t so sure about and then she started talking about how she would love another baby so I knew she wasn’t pregnant. The other lady? I was 110% sure she was pregnant and it took all my will power not to say something and ask about the baby. I felt so guilty about not making a big deal over her baby when other people where making a big deal over my baby, but after she left I found out she wasn’t pregnant.

I have to start thinking about the MOMS Club newsletter again. That just keeps happening. . .like. . . every month. What have I gotten myself in to? Does anyone have any tips for getting ready to go back to school they’d like to share? Or items to add to my 31 Things in 31 Days list? (example: ride a roller coaster, make homemade ice pops, have a water fight).

Dang! I hear a baby crying so have to run.