Thematic Thursdays: Brilliant.
I totally have to show this to Mooch!!! A while back she started collecting all of the toilet paper rolls in the house and decorating them. She said she would “save the planet one toilet paper roll at a time.” The other day, I found this website that is freaking amazing. Mooch is on to something. Here is some of the toilet paper roll artwork:
Tuesdays With Mooch & Fuss: Roll on Down to the Caribbean With a Book
Mooch wrote a book. Her school had a publishing party last Wednesday, so Hannibal and I took off (comics and teaching) to be there. My brother and his wife also attended.
Her book was called The Doomsday. The cover even dawned two reverse “D’s” to illustrate how backwards the day was. Honestly, the title was a bit hyperbolic given the actual events of the day depicted in the story. She pretty much used hyperbole throughout the book to describe a school day when she took too long to eat and didn’t have enough time to play. It was very cute. She ended it with, “All I’ve got to say is I’m a slow poke — plus also very funny.”
Whoa!
Skating at the Park
Last week, I also took the girls to the park to roller skate. Well, Fuss was on my back while I skated, but she really enjoyed it. So did I!!! It was such a release of endorphins — being out in the fresh air. I’ve committed to spending some outdoor time each day now (beyond my normal walk with Fuss). Mooch still feels like ice skating is easier than roller skating, “because in ice skating nothing is moving on your feet.”
Here’s a random pic of Mooch before her Caribbean dance performance at the California African American Museum this weekend. I can’t fit all the content in, but darn it, I’ll try.
Mooch Caribbean
Fuss is learning about wet and dry this week. She expressed an interest in it while in the tub Saturday night, so I’ve decided that each day this week, I’m going to place a folded wet paper towel and a dry wet paper towel on her tray.
She will get to explore each and I’ll speak to her about what she’s feeling, smelling and seeing while she does it. It will be an opportunity to increase vocabulary: wet, dry, paper towel, fold, cold, rough, etc. I may even try to teach her to wipe her face if she goes in that direction, because that would make it practical as well. We’ll see.
To follow this line of instruction, visit: Teaching Fuss
Marital Monday: You Go Girl! Just Not on Me!
So, I was working next to Hannibal last night and …
Let’s just say I was researching some items that we’ll be needing for a [redacted] future trip. I was purchasing a tent, a poncho, various teas … and then I came across this.
I could not make this stuff up.
It apparently allows women the convenience of “going to the bathroom standing up.” Yeah … I can’t be a feminist and not purchase one of these. No more balancing on my tip-toes in sketchy bathrooms for me.
When I asked Hannibal how he felt about my newfound piss equality, here’s how the conversation went:
M: How would you feel about me urinating standing up using a device?
H: I don’t care.
M: You don’t have a feeling about it one way or another?
H: Baby, I don’t care if you pee standing up using a bassoon.
M: I don’t even know what that means. Isn’t that an animal?
H: The public school system really failed you in many ways, didn’t it?
M: You’re a douche captain. I’m pretty sure it’s an animal. Wait … that’s a bison! Right, that’s it.
H: *sigh* It’s a musical instrument.
M: It would be much more cumbersome to piss through a whole ‘nother animal.
H: Would it, Myshell? Would it?
M: *sigh* Stop talking to me. I’m going to buy my girl penis on Amazon.
H: Right. Because where else would you find one?
M: *humming* “I don’t see nothing’ wrong …” “Step in the name of love” “Step step side to side” …
H: What did you just say?
M: Oh, nothing.
Hannibal has been acting weird around me ever since I typed this blog.
Thematic Thursdays: It’s Okay to Stop and Sh*t
Maybe I’m working, or perhaps I’m giggling with my two whimsical daughters. Sometimes even when I’m cooking dinner, I feel it stacking up. I use the restroom three to four times per day — sometimes five.
I know I know. Hippie food and fiber equals frequent trips to the outhouse. I just have issues with pausing to poop. I have this habit of letting it pile up until the last minute, thus making my shitcapade more brief once I get there.
The problem is the days when I don’t get there fast enough. 
I’ve decided to design myself a shirt, which I won’t be able to wear, because I’m a mother and teacher. You should wear it, though, because that way I can walk around and see the shirt on all of you and it will remind me of what to do.
Tuesdays With Mooch and Fuss: Mooch Turns 7 & Fuss Goes Green
It started with excitement and quickly turned to tears. When Mooch was planning her ice skating birthday get together, I don’t think she thought through the difficulty of balancing on blades while gliding on ice. When we stepped on to the rink, her first words were, “Oh boy. Can we do something else — like cut the cake?” My words of encouragement didn’t prevent her from storming off of the ice and bursting into tears.
I thought her birthday would be ruined. Seven-years-old isn’t an age one forgets easily. I let her know that she was welcomed to sit on the sidelines, but I still had to help her friends. Her baba stayed with her for a moment and I came back to check on her periodically. About 20 minutes went by and I notes a smaller “Tot Rink” next to the larger one. I offered to take her over there and she replied, “If you’re just going to force me, then fine!” There’s nothing worse than Mooch on the rare occasions where she cries, which is becoming more frequent due to circumstances I won’t mention here.
I explained to her that I was not forcing her and that she stood up on her own free will. In fact, I wouldn’t take her over there until we were clear that this was a decision that *she* was making and that I was happy to let the situation be. She said, “I want to go over there and try again.”
We went to the small rink and before long she was all smiles again. Her confidence was up after 25 minutes at the Tot Rink. She asked if we could go to the big rink and she was super pumped! I wish I had video footage of her screaming, “Yeah, let’s do this!” at the top of her lungs. I’m so proud of her for overcoming her fear and trying again. It was a day of perseverance and true joy.
Here are the pics:
Fuss has been playing with the color green all week — in nature, in her room, etc. By Thursday, she was able to pull solely green Legos out of the bucket to add to our green pile of blocks, bean bags, etc. I was very excited, because I had no goal other than exposure. I think I’ll do a color per week and see what happens.
She’s beginning to ask for what she wants and that’s really helpful. Her new words are: spaghetti, car, block, book, green, boo-boo, potty, peek-a-boo, and uh-oh. Yesterday she said, “I love you.” Last month she was on: ball, water, Cheerios and M’ma.
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