This gem of a song is not what you want to hear coming from your daughter’s mouth while eating lunch, but I was given the opportunity to hear it first hand. Yes, my daughter is a big Britney Spears fanatic. In fact, if Britney wants a back up singer, we could probably arrange it since we were told today we will be paying for medical schools for Genuine Girl and Genuine Boy. It seems that due to our often weekend trips to the emergency room, my daughter and son both have an interest in being doctors. Thank God they aren’t playing doctor. Of course that didn’t stop my son from getting married to the neighbor’s daughter in a front yard ceremony. This included rings and I believe presents consisting of Otter Pops. Nothing is dull around here this summer.
This post is somewhat written in the way my mind works these days. Not so organized and on point or on track or …whatever the word is.
Oh yeah you can watch the YouTube video above 6,423 times like I have because they want to watch it over and over and over and over…
No really it was their idea.
UPDATE: This is more like my Idea!
Since the summer break began we have had a more difficult time getting our children to go to bed. We have tried staggering their sleep times, tried wearing them out, and any other number if ideas to make them go to bed and sleep. The one thing that seems to work is to ground them from a privilege, be it television, their bike or even Popsicles (hey that is a privilege for sure).
As it was my wife’s turn to play bad cop, she came down from a scolding period to let me know that the latest threat we had to carry out was that they would be grounded from their bike use for three days if they did not go to sleep.
Genuine: You can’t ground them from their bike for three days!
Mrs G: Sure we can.
Genuine: That is way too harsh of a punishment.
Mrs. G: Well then maybe they will pay attention and go to bed.
Genuine: I wasn’t talking about them, I’m the one at home that has to carry out said sentence and no way am I going to try to entertain them for three days while they are not able to ride their bikes! It’s me that has to do the time!
For the remainder of the evening I was praying they would go to bed!
Last night we had a family movie night not unlike many other nights. The kids love to sit in the dark and pretend they are in a movie theater. Some nights we have popcorn, which we allow in the family room on special occasions like these. It is a way for our family to have some together time.
Last night’s selection of a movie was a Disney movie called Bridge to Terabithia. This movie was quite different from what Mrs. G and I had expected, but we knew it to be a family film. I do recommend the film to those with kids, but it does have its moments of scary parts and some sadness. The sadness is the reason for this post.
Genuine Boy is generally all boy and I tend to rib him some of the time about his whining and crying, but he truly has a heart of gold. The other day we were cleaning in the house and he came in and was sobbing. I thought he may have been hurt, and he was but not physically. He had a spell where he remembered his friend Ben next door that died. I sat with him while he cried it out and while he explained why his heart was hurting.
Last night during the movie, another sad part came up, and he again sobbed while he sat on my lap. I knew he was thinking of Ben again, as this was also triggered by events in the movie. I help him and let him experience the moment, and then he was fine. His heart was washed again and it was okay.
My daughter asked me later if I had ever lost a friend when I was little. I explained that when I was 7 my Grandfather and 11 year old uncle had been killed in a car accident. My son looked at me and asked me if I too cried when I missed him? I reached up and wiped the tears from my own eyes and it was apparent that I do cry when I think of the sadness that brings to my heart. I said, “It’s okay to cry, because it shows you care and it helps when you are sad.”
I have been summoned by the Court to appear for jury duty on Tuesday. I found out last night when I checked their website. I must report at 8:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning.
Many people always try to get out of jury duty. It’s really an honor to get to participate in a justice system that is not always perfect but for my money it’s the best system in the world. I have served on a jury before and handed down a verdict against an Air Force cadet for not having and insurance card, but not guilty of another offense. It was right after 9/11 and he wore his uniform to trial. An older lady on the jury said she would never convict the young man of any harsh offense jeopardizing his career as an officer. It was funny to listen to the dynamics of the different personalities.
I’m not sure I will get to serve on the jury on Tuesday. I have a number of strikes against me. I may know one of the attorneys on the case, as working in the law for 22 years I’ve met my share of lawyers. I am currently on disability for a head injury that makes my memory not so hot, a fact that would make me possibly ineligible, and finally, when I bring all four kids into the courtroom and they start breaking things and asking 1000 questions followed by the same number of why’s followed by a debate as to why they think they are right, may get me thrown into jail for contempt. One of my favorite movies is 12 Angry Men, wait until they get a load of four out of control Genuine children.
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“All drains lead to the ocean” ~ Gil
Apparently, my toddler today and the baby, decided to conspire to see if Spiderman could reach the ocean. The poor stuffed superhero never saw it coming, but his strength was mighty as he refused to swim. He fought to keep from being sent to the ocean. Problem is the water had to go somewhere in the toilet.
As may of you know, I have a short term memory problem. I don’t have the same problem Dory has in Finding Nemo, at least I don’t think I do…oh well. You know four children 7 and under are hard to keep track of in my world. I had to take my kids with me to drop off my Mother when she had to pick up her car, and after that we decided to go to the park. We played a little while and had lunch at the park, and then we decided to go home.
We stopped off at the store, and I reached was just going to run in and make a small purchase but realized I had forgotten something at the park. Children are difficult to keep track of at this size, you can imagine when you have bad memory.
I had forgotten my cell phone at the park. Those of you that thought I had forgotten a child, please tell me you don’t think my memory is quite that bad.
How do you know you are rubbing off on your kids? I used to hate it when I would ask my parents how to spell something and they would tell me to go and look it up. If I knew how to look it up I would probably know how to spell it! I thought that was the point. Whenever I have a hard time answering a question I turn to the all knowing man behind the curtain. This well thought out question came to me today.
Genuine Girl: If sharks never stop swimming do they ever sleep?
My deer in the headlights look must have shown itself quickly because she quickly added:
Genuine Girl: Well then can you Google it?
The Internet is changing how we all seem to learn these days. Even the function on Google can help a person spell. Just do it phoenitically and Google will ask you…”did you mean?” My parents ordered me some encyclopedias when I was little and I can still remember going to the post office a mile away on a walk each day to see if a new volume had shown up. I would rush home with the new volume and quickly look at all the pictures just absorbing as much info as possible. Now we turn to Google and can find out just about anything, or perhaps we can. So do sharks ever sleep? Google it and find out.
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For some reason I think the Toddler has been watching the movie CARS way too often. This was the breakfast conversation:
Genuine Toddler: I wanna go to the Bitch and catch a Feesh.
Genuine: You mean you want to go to the beach and catch a fish?
Genuine Toddler: That’s what I done did said.
Perhaps we could watch a animated version of a well written script that actually uses proper grammar? I would like to know what bitch has all the feesh.
I only had to mention ER visits in my last post and as if by magic it came true. Genuine Girl was riding her bike with a helmet this time, and it didn’t help when the dog ran out in the street and bit her on the leg. She is fine and is milking all the attention possible.
Mommy and Daddy were just about to leave on a date night for the first time this year when she came into the house hysterically screaming. Not the way to start a Friday night date. We did get to spend time sitting together in the ER for about 4 hours, so I guess it was a little like sitting at the ball park for 4 hours watching the Rockies. *sigh*
I hear more screaming in the front yard, I guess I should go see if there is any blood involved this time too! Hooray for the SAHD’s out there.
I really appreciate all of the well wishes I have received and the nice comments and even a few phone calls to find out why for a whole month I was not posting. Many of you thought that Captain Genuine was laid to rest with the other guy with the same suit. That rumor is just that, I am not dead, nor have I faded away. I have had a lot of stuff on my plate as you may well know, and I have been fighting with some medical issues that appear to be permanent. I’ll let it go at that.
I am going to begin to try to post here regularly again, and will let you be a part of the Genuine household and a part of the Genuine family so you can follow along with the tribe as we begin to continue our journey. We have reached some milestones here like only having one child in diapers, having some baby teeth lost and new ones coming in, accidents involving ER visits and some pretty cool stuff too. I will try to get everyone caught up on what has happened. Let all your friends know that Genuine is back and with some pushing shoving and some kicking and screaming, we might just be a cool blogger again.
