47 posts tagged “the kidlet”
Last Friday was so hard for me. I had to live a normal day with coffee, work and all the other normal day to day BS that I have to live prior to going to see the greatest Disney band EVER... Joe Jonas! I mean, The Jonas Brothers!
If you read my blog you know that my very good friend purchased these very expensive tickets (3rd row) to see JB at The Cricket Pavillion in Phoenix. This would have been "boss" for The Kidlet but she was in Houston with my mother for the week. What was a mama to do?
Everyone told me to sell the tickets but I couldn't do that. My friend mostly got the tickets due to my very sick fascination with 18 year old, Joe Jonas. I wanted to go to the concert. My dilemna was who I could take/drag with me. I wanted to force Miranda to fly out here and let us be wild, crazy "cougars" together but she already had plans...ugh!
So, I beg my friend that we will call C. He was reluctant but he finally agreed. Here are my photos, take note the love in Joe's eyeballs while staring at me...
We are at the concert and they are serving beer!
Fuzzy Joe enters the stage....oh my!!!
Sing it Joe!
Joe and the oldest Jonas Brother...no one really knows his name.
You think that I only came to the concert for The Kidlet? HA! I was dancing my ass off...look at my "hot mess"!
I am so damn excited, I can hardly contain myself! I love you Joe!!!!
C's response when I ask him to pose like he is SUPER-PSYCHED for Joe! Take note of the hat, dark t-shirt and long sleeved button down. He also wore sunglasses through 85% of the show...he should just tell his friends that he loves the Jo Bros and stop living "in the closet".
Joe, this was an excellent show. I love you, I know that you love me. One day we will look back on this silly blog and giggle. Or I will be arrested. Smooches bitches!!!
Don't hate me because Joe loves me. Really, don't do it....
The Kidlet and I were in Houston for the July 4th holiday. The night before we left was a bit chaotic. She wanted my attention, I was washing clothes, ironing and packing.
Like I have said numerous times, I am not sure where this came from:
Kidlet: Hey mom, I want a skateboard.
Me: Great monkey, let's talk about it.
K: Sure mom, make sure that you get me one with wheels.
M: Thank you for the clarification Kidlet, I was sure to purchase you one with triangles that roll.
Yesterday was eye opening for me for several reasons of which I will keep to myself. It was a long day and The Kidlet had taken a bath and finished dinner. I told her that she had thirty minutes before it was officially "lights out". We read two new books and I started Curious George the movie for her.
She was laying in my bed watching the DVD when she calls for me saying that she is scared. This would normally work but she does this every night so I know the game by now.
I sit on the edge of the bed and rub her back for a few minutes when she rolls over and says, "Mommy, I am sorry that your daddy died. He is our angel now, right"? My heart melted. I am not sure where that came from as we have not talked about my dad in a while. However, I have a pocket watch sitting on my dresser that my mom had given to my dad on the day that I was born, it is gorgeous and inside it says, "To my daddy, Love, Kimberley" along with my birthdate.
The Kidlet loves to look at it although we don't really talk about it. She knows what it is and who it belongs to and why I now have it.
"Mommy, can I hold your daddy's pocket watch until I go to sleep tonight? I promise I won't break it".
My baby... I love her so much. I stood and grabbed it off of my dresser and she slept with it in her little 4 year old hand all night.
She does know how to put things into prospective for me. I love her.
This weekend was a blast!
Friday was a great day at work, I left early and took her to the library to find new books and a few DVDs. We later went to Greasewood Flatts for dinner and dancing with Jamie, it was so much fun.
Saturday we wake up and pick up the house, get dressed and meet Logan, her mommy and baby sister at Desert Ridge to play in the fountains. We had so much fun. The girls ate pizza and had slushies, ran around in the water then we headed to Barnes & Noble to read books.
When we are driving home I see that The Kidlet is falling asleep in her carseat. GREAT.... this mama was ready for a nap as well.
As we are walking up the stairs to my loft she wakes up. And the convo is as follows:
K: Hey mommy, look at those little berries.
M: Yeah, they fall off the trees. They aren't really berries so don't try and eat them...okay baby?
K: Okay. Hey mommy, they kind of look like little grapes... but I won't eat them, don't worry.
M: Great punky, come on let's go... let's lay down for a bit.
K: Mommy, look at them.... they also look like big, black boogars!
M: KIDLET, come on...they are things that fall off the trees....don't eat them....move your fanny right now!
K: OR Mommy, they could be rabbit poopies?
M: Fine, they are rabbit poopies. If you eat them you will grow hair on your tongue, your ears will fall off your head and you will forever have a tail that has grown between your baby bootie cheeks!
K: (Crying) I don't want to grow a tail mommy, I will not put holes in all of my new mini skirts!!!!
That, Voxers is my baby! She is more worried about cutting holes in the ass of her new mini skirts than growing a tail! UGH... this child! Damn, I love her :)
My baby-angel otherwise known as The Kidlet can officially swim!
We are floatie free and she is jetting along like a little mermaid, I am so proud of her. Just in time for July 4th with the family in Houston.
You go girl!
I just really studied this photo that Miranda took of me and The Kidlet on Sunday at the airport.
What is going on with our smiles?
The Kidlet looks as if she is constipated.
I looks as if I am about to spit a saliva-snotball at you.
Things that make you go, hmmm.....
To get from Point A to Point B without losing your mind in the process?
Point A is Scottsdale, Arizona.
Point B is Katy, Texas.
I love my job here but I can do it there.
I miss my family yet they already live there.
My child is 3 hours from there when with her father...I would save crazy hard cold cash on flights.
I miss my mom.
I miss my BBK.
I miss my Miranda.
I miss my grandparents.
Crazy as it sounds....I miss the humidity (this will pass once I move, I promise).
UGH...Point A and Point B are so close yet so far away.
Where is that damn time machine that I wished for at Christmas?
Let me preface this post by saying that I have never nor will I ever hate my ex-hubs. He is the father of The Kidlet and he is a pretty-okay kind of guy. With that being said I can tell you of my adventure yesterday evening.
I am on my way to Jamies for dinner and some cult meeting (will go into detail on this in a later post). It is gray and raining so naturally I think of my mom in Houston and decide to give her a jingle.
K: Hi Mom
M: Hey there Kim.
K: What is up?
M: Cooking dinner, blah, blah, blah...your stepdad, blah, blah, blah
Small take inserted here.
M: OH, guess who I got a call from?
K: Who
M: The Kidlet
K: Really? Ex hubs and The Kidlet rarely call me, I have to call them everyday if I want to talk to her. That was nice.
M: Yeah and guess what else?
K; What mom?
M: I think they are going to come to the lake house this weekend.
SILENCE! DEAD SILENCE.
This hits a behemoth nerve in me.
I always want The Kidlet to see my family. Family is the most important thing in the this entire world BUT with me in Arizona it poses a bit of a problem when she is with ex-hubs.
A little back history is that when ex-hubs and I were married the stepdad's family really took to him. I was never really sure why because he did not always have the same affection for them. I won't go into great detail because that would be childish but he just did not consider them "close" and would often say snide comments here and there about them.
Now I have never told the entire story of certain instances that led up to said divorce because quit frankly I don't think that is anyones business but his and mine. I know that step side of the family has their ideas but they are not totally "in the know" about the details. They are step-fam to me and I just don't feel like I need to explain myself to them...ever.
When we anounced that we were over they never called me in support or sent a Hallmark, no real "love" felt from them at all. The stepdad's brother would call ex-hubs and ask him to to do things. A few times ex-hubs would go...no big deal, I did not care, I still do not care if they pal around. The step uncle is in Houston and EH is in Dallas.
Rewinding back to last summer we had an issue that I absolutely threw a fit about.
Our family has a lake house about an hour from Houston. The owners of the condo are mom, Kyle, step uncle and step aunt. Fine, they all have ownership.
Step uncle invited EH to the lake last summer over a major holiday weekend when EVERYONE would be there. I don't care if he goes and it is the two of them but step sibs and neices along with family friends were all in attendance.
Selfishly, I do not want my family "hanging" with EH. Does that sound stupid? I feel like it makes me look bad.
It makes me feel uneasy and I just think that they should have just a twinge of respect for me and my feelings.
Regardless, it happened twice last summer. Everyone knew that I was upset so I thought, that I would not have to deal with this issue ever again.
Until now.... This weekend is Memorial Day Weekend. Everyone will be there and again there is EH with my fucking family.
Again, I don't hate him. I don't want them to hate him but why can't he step back and say, "You know what ex-step uncle, I appreciate the invite but I know that the situation makes Kim uncomfortable so let's get together just the two of us later in the summer." OR, "I would be glad to bring The Kidlet so that you guys can see her but I will go stay with other friends in Houston and pick her up on Monday".
This has really got me perturbed. Everyone that I ask for their opinion agrees with me. Our marriage is over and has been for a very long time. MOVE ON with your own family.
Not to mention why can't my step fam understand my feelings? If the situation were reversed I can guarantee you that stepsis would not want me inviting her baby daddy to the lake since they have been broken up for some time.
Voxers, you guys know me. I am not a hateful person. I love The Kidlet. You can scroll through every single post and I have never said anything remotely ugly about EH.
What do you think? I really need to know because I have a knot in my stomach that just will not go away and I am very upset.
I sent him this photo.
He responds with, "Thanks, reminds me of Insane Clown Posse".
EDITED: I keep getting asked who ICP is so maybe this photo will help :)
I started cracking up laughing. Hilarious.
