I hate naming blog posts.

Good weekend at the Pettigrew household. My parents are painting their house, so we kept Jacob all weekend. Saturday we met Thomas and Natasha and the kids up at Burger King for lunch and playing. Emily got so tired she laid down on the mat as all the kids just ran and jumped over her. I'm not sure if we were even out of the parking lot before she was asleep.


So, you may not know this, but pretty soon I will be having my very last birthday. I've been thinking about it a lot, and when I turn 29 next month, thats it. I am just going to stay 29 forever. I hate the idea of being 30. I dont FEEL 30. I dont look 30 (right?!?!). Why should I have to turn 30. I'm done after next month. Maybe I will throw myself a giant party since it will be my last.

Here are a couple more pictures of the kids in case you forgot how cute they are. Aunt Mary brought a bag of Lainey's old clothes and it included a nuch of purses and hats. The kids had a blast dressing up. I know everyone thinks their kids are the cutest, but mine really are!! (hahaha).

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So, Im now obsessed with Twitter. I dont "tweet" but I am in love the ridiculous things celebrities say. Im not proud of this, but its a fact.

Some pics from Sarah's first day

Back pack and pink ball and she is ready to go!

Mommy and Sarah

Daddy and Sarah

Emmy needed some attention too
She also stole Sarah's pop tart

In the parking lot of the school

Aeris is here!!
Already having fun
Cheer up, AerisAt the end of the day :-)

Clingy kids and Clingy Crap

I hate cling wrap. Seriously, why would anyone choose to use that crap? Last night I made dinner (thats twice in 1 week I cooked, folks). Emily had gymnastics, so I went ahead and made the salad before we left. I wanted to cover it and stick it in the fridge, but we were out of foil. All I could find was that cling wrap crap. Cling crap. It doesnt tear easily, it sticks together, yet wont stick to the bowl. I hate it.

Last night was the first time I got to take Emmy to gymnastics. She started last week, but I had to work. Anyways, she is so much different that Sarah was! Sarah spent about the first 4 weeks in my lap. She was so shy. Emily was the opposite. She had a good time doing all the stuff. And man can that girl walk a balance beam! Sarah better watch out cause her sister is going to give her some competition!

So I found out why Sarah didnt cry at preschool yesterday - her Grammy bribed her. Apparently my mom told Sarah that if she didnt cry when I took her to school, that she would bring her candy. It worked. My kids, much like their mommy, can be bought. She tried not to cry this morning so she could get more candy, but when we got there there was a new teacher there that she hadnt met yet. She was upset when I left, but Thomas said she was fine when he dropped Aeris off. Most important - Mommy didnt cry.

Alicia's guide on how to parent

Okay - I know that I am not necessarily the most "motherly" mother in the world. I have my own way of doing things. It doesnt mean that I dont love my kids, that they are not well taken care of or that I dont get proud of them. It just means that I am not that person who doesnt have a life outside of their kids. Yes, I am going somewhere with this. So, last week we started a new session at gymnastics. Most of the girls in Sarah's class moved up, so we got a lot of new kids. Which also means we got a lot of new moms. I almost killed all of them. They bring all their kids and let them run around and scream and annoy everyone around them and pay no attention to them whatsoever. And they squeal - the PARENTS, not the kids. Like 5 moms were gathered in front of one of the tvs where you can see the kids and they were SQUEALING because their kid walked across the floor or something equally as meaningless. They were loud, inconsiderate and completely obnoxious. Now, dont get me wrong, I am super proud of Sarah and think she is about the most amazing person I have ever met - but never once in her life has she made me squeal. Scream, cuss, stomp, laugh, cry ... yes. Squeal - no. I'm sorry if anyone reading this is a squealer or who doesnt think their kids annoy other people when you dont make them behave. Feel free to blog about the ways that I annoy you. I look forward to reading it.

On another note - Sarah didnt cry when I left her at school this morning! In fact, she told me to leave. Then when I was leaving, she ran across the room and hugged me with a big smile on her face. When she got back to where she was playing, she turned around and smiled and waved and said "Bye, Mommy!" So again, I cried all the way to work. Hey, I never said I was easy to please.

Who is this (in Jerry Seinfeld voice)?

Well, since it's been almost a year since my last update, I decided it was about time for another post. I wont bore you with trying to catch you up on everything that has happened since my last post. I'll just pretend like I have kept this up to date and start with the last week or so.

As many of you already know, Monday was Sarah's first day of preschool. She did perfect. She was excited to go, and didnt cry at all when I left. It was way more traumatic for her daddy and me than it was for her. However, today my kid was THAT KID. You know, the one screaming like she was being tortured by CIA operatives in exchange for classified information. I kept waiting on her to take her suicide pill (Yeah, I know you might not find that as funny as I do, but spare me the criticism). I cried all the way to work. And as you might have guessed, she was fine about 30 seconds after I left. Its all about control- She's kind of like an abusive boyfriend. You know, the kind who says you dont love me if you go out with your friends? Thats my kid.

Emily started gymnastics last week. Dave had to take her because I was getting my hair did and a girl has got to have priorities. Oh, and I was on call for work, but whatever. I'm taking her Thursday, so I will give you a first hand account of how that goes.

I joined my very first fantasy football league yesterday. Its with a group of people from work. I figure it is going to get me fired because you know how guys feel when they get beat by girls. I named my team today - thats the most important part. I was going to go with Urabuncha homos, but Dave said that wasnt cool. So instead I went with The Cereal Killers. Sounds like a winner to me.