A Season of Discontent

We're 2 days into spring and Ty is really bummed. For the past 3 or 4 weeks he's been asking daily (sometimes 2 or 3 times daily) is it spring yet? No, Ty, in 17 days. Is it spring yet? No, 8 more days. Is it spring yet? You get the picture. So March 20th is finally here and the first thing he said is "one more day until spring!" Later that morning a friend of mine threw out some typically useless trivia, and told me that it would officially change over from winter to spring at 7:07 that evening. I hope our tax dollars don't go toward paying someone to calculate the exact second of a season change, but anyway I couldn't wait to tell Ty! So that night in his room when he was getting ready for bed it finally happened! I was a few minutes late, but don't tell him. I said "Guess what, Ty? It's finally spring!" He jumps out of bed screaming "yay, it's spring!" and he runs to his window, pulls up his blind, and his face just dropped. He said, totally confused, "where are all the flowers?"! The rug was pulled out from under his feet. Walking home from school today he was still looking for flowers. He thinks he doesn't have to wear long pants and jackets now that it's spring, nevermind that it's 30 degrees in the morning. This one has really thrown him for a loop.

But on a brighter note, there are signs that Scott and I are doing something right with our kids. On our way to gymnastics Tuesday there was a huge rally of about 4 people outside Fountain Park in Sheboygan, all carrying anti-Bush signs. I had Cam and two of his friends, Maddy and Kim in the car and Cam asked what they (the protesters) doing. I told them that there were some people who don't like our president, and these people decided they wanted to let us know this since they didn't have jobs or anywhere else to be at that time. Okay, I didn't really say the part about the jobs, but I was thinking it! :-) He didn't say anything else about it in the car (I think he was too busy wondering why these people don't have jobs since unemployment is so low) and it was left at that. I dropped the kids off at the YMCA for gymnastics and they go to my mom's office (she works there), and I guess it went something like this:

Cameron runs into the office, looking upset.

Cam: Nana, you're never going to believe it
Nana: What?
Cam: There are ACTUALLY people out there who don't like George Bush!
Kim: Ya, they don't like George Washington!
Nana: What are you talking about? (trying not to laugh and admit to him that she's "one of them")
Cam: There are people outside with signs and they're saying that they don't like George Bush!
Nana: (Trying not to admit that she's "one of them") Well, when you live in the United States you have the right to choose who you like and who you don't.
Cam: Well, I would NEVER say that!
Kim: Ya, I would never say that I don't like George Washington!
Maddy: (she says nothing, probably bored to tears by the conversation, just wanting to get to her class)

And my mom says the conversation ended something like that, with Cam still in disbelief that there are people who don't like GWB, but I don't believe her. If I know her she sat him down and told him terrible lies that he would never hear at home. And I know for a fact that she called my sister that night to let her know that she wanted to do an intervention with him. Their visits with my kids are now supervised. Scott has never been prouder!

Nothing new with the girls. I haven't spoken to them since the big poop debacle. I'm still scraping poop off their lampshade. The only explanation they're giving me is "Dayne poop! Dayne poop!" No, you don't say? They owe me big.