5 Year Old Boy Wants to be Tinkerbell

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Yesterday on the radio show I listen to sometimes a woman called in worried and paranoid about her 5 year old. Seems he wants to be Tinkerbell for Halloween.

She bought the costume and has let himwear it and it makes him very happy. She said she didn’t want to encourage him.

Id like to inject my opinion here but I’m going to refrain because I want this to be an open discussion in the comments. What are your thoughts on a 5 year old boy dressing as Tinkerbell for Halloween?


Growing Up Together

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I spent a little time at my youngest sister’s house today around her two kids Levi and Alyssa and her and hubby Axel. Such a cute, loving family.

I remember things about my sister from when she was small and I see her now holding together a family, a job and taking care of her business, I find myself so proud of her. Her husband loves her and she loves him, and their family is surrounded with other loving family members, his and ours. Days like today, when my niece ran up to hug me when I got to her house, make me glad that I have family and loved ones to love, that love me too.

I feel very lucky to have what I have, a loving family of my own, J and the little man may have their moments, but overall we love each other and it works well. My older sister has a family, a loving husband and an adorable son Connor and my other younger sister has a husband and two adorable children.

To reflect on life as a youngster with them and our lives now, it occurs to me how our lives have evolved, and how the different situations and obstacles we’ve all encountered have led us down different paths, yet still all very intertwined and connected.

I love my family and the older I get, the closer I want to be to them, the more I want to see them and the more I realize how fleeting our time is together.

Being that I was the first one to have a child, all the other children in the family are younger than school aged, and my son is soon to enter junior high. I cherish my nieces and nephews and love their ages and their smiles and laughter, it’s the stuff that makes me smile when I’m alone and chuckle when I think about them. It’s not a strange thought to me that I would do anything for these people, anything within my power if they needed me.

I love my sisters, and cherish them regardless how much time we spend together. I just went to a concert with my older sister and youngest and in August, I’ll get to go to another concert with my other younger sister. I’m always glad to share music with them, because I love it so much and I think they do as well, even though we all appreciate different kinds.

We’ve talked about starting a tradition of a meeting where we all eat and drink and be merry together, so far it’s happened just a few times so we definitely need to get together more often.

What kind of traditions do you have with your siblings and other family members to keep in touch?


Must Be Consistent

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This post is more to convince myself than you, so just humor me ok?

My son has been consistently slacking off this year at school, making sure his grades are barely passing, if we’re lucky enough for that at all. Since March the boy has only been allowed outside sparingly on the rare instance that all his grades are passing or a milestone was accomplished. When we found out he passed the TAKS test was one such occasion.

However, despite the rule in our house being “Failing grades = no outside/freedom/tv/fun” this child is unfazed. I vowed to him over a week ago that if he didn’t pass all of his classes at the end of the year he would be grounded the entire summer and have to do manual labor around the house, such as scrubbing baseboards, cleaning cabinet doors, and other tasks I can think of that are completely unnecessary and totally obnoxious so maybe we won’t repeat this lazy attitude towards school next year. He’s on track to fail one class for the entire year I’m sure of, but Social Studies, Science and Language Arts are all failing grades for the final six weeks of this school year. But as the summer for him draws closer (next week) the more I feel bad about having to take away his summer in this way.

I always keep my promises though and that is something I’ve been very diligent about throughout my son’s life so the poor child is going to find out what life is like for those that don’t try hard enough to succeed. Manual labor, doing a job he does not like or want to do.

It’s so hard to be consistent when you really don’t want to exact the punishment you promised in anger.

Any suggestions?


Working Again

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I’ve only got a few minutes for you because I have to get ready to go to my new job! I’m very excited, I think this is going to be a fun job, with fun people. The various environments I’ve been in throughout my working career have made for some very interesting memories, to include the people I’ve worked with and interacted with. There’s nothing like real life to give you character. 😉

Last night I spoke with my cousin Rebecca, whom I wrote about a little on Sunday, I told her I’d written about her and my uncle and that she should read it when she’s ready. She asked about the job, and last she knew I was working at home and very excited, we saw each other on my birthday. It’s funny how much things can change in such a short amount of time. Between you and me…I’m not sure working at home is for me.

I’m so much more social than I ever realized, I’d find myself craving interaction. I enjoyed being here when my son got home, that was a definite positive. I’ll be getting home later now, but it’s all good. I’m not upset about that, I’ve never worked 9 to 6 but it can’t be all that different than any other shift. Hopefully it’ll allow the worst of the traffic to die down both ways for me. Hopefully.

I can’t tell you much about my job, but what I can tell you is that I’ll do it well, once I know all of the aspects of my position. I’m to understand it’s a created position, so really that’s all the more reason for them to see that job as mine and no one else’s. That’s my mission anyways. Being unemployed incited feelings in me that I don’t care to revisit, however I look at it I feel I could have and should have avoided it still, but I do realize that maybe this had to happen to get me out of the job I was in.

I enjoyed most of the people that I worked with there, but I can honestly say I have never worked in a more hostile environment in my life, only one other time in my life can I compare that experience to, and I ran from that one too. I remember roughly a week before I found that “job” I had told a coworker that I was taking the first train out of there. That’s what I did, sadly that train derailed come payday, but lessons learned…water under the bridge…yada yada yada.

We’re on a new page, it’s a new day and you know what? I’m excited.

Have a good day everyone!