Rashes, fever, and tantrums

Rashes, fevers and tantrums. What an optimistic blog, right? That has been our house for the past week. The fever started with Rozlyn which I think she got because I saw her lick the cart at Kroger. Then to Charlotte and now to Mason. It's that fever that after it passes the kid breaks out in a rash.
So Monday Char and Roz started these summer school district camps. Roz's is called Icky, Sticky, Gooey and Charlotte's is messy hands. It was sure to be a week of fun and well worth the money I spent to put them in it. Monday went well, everyone was happy. When we got home that afternoon, Charlotte came down with this high fever. (Rozlyn had just gotten over it). I was all bummed out because the camp is only 5 days and she would for sure miss some days, not really worth my money spent. This also really ruined my motivation to still take Rozlyn because the truth is that the only reason she was there was because Charlotte was. Charlotte went to the Doc Tuesday morning, no fever, perfectly happy and never got sick again. The appointment was already made and they would have charged me to cancel so why not. Usually I'm not so aggressive to get them in the Doc but thought we should check for strep because of all of her signs. Tests came back negative but I'm sure we made the Doc happy to spend his time looking at the worlds healthiest and happiest patient that's only desire was to look at a germ under a microscope (that was an actual request). I send her to school Wednesday and they call me a few hours later because she's now covered in a rash. I felt like the lame mom because even though everyone knows there not contagious at that point its still freaky to be playing and interacting with the rash kid. So we're now on Thursday and she's seen 1.5 days of camp. GRRRRr.
In addition, Mason is sick, addicted to the T.V. and unable to communicate. Can someone offer some advice about how to keep your sanity when your kid is ready to blow up because no one understands what he's trying to say or ask for. The tantrums are so frustrating for everyone, because we're all trying so hard to figure him out so we can make him happy. His limited knowledge of sign language is not helping out. Something funny about him not being able to talk is his new love for "knock knock" jokes. He copies his sisters and knocks on the table two times. We then say who's there and he responds with his usual grunt sound. We all try to guess what he's saying and he shakes his head no and says "Nope" one of his favorite words, because apparantly we never guess what he's trying to say. This game goes on and on and it really is funny.
Also on the upside, when he has his fever, he cuddles and its so fun to hold my little busy body. He even watched "The Queen" with me yesterday. It was the first time a non kid movie was on in the daylight for a long time.

Fathers Day!!

I can't believe that the snakes story is still the most recent one, thank heavens for a new post.
This is my shoutout to my favorite daddy's in the world my Dad and Chris.
I feel so lucky to have both of these amazing men in my life and for the endless joy and happiness they each bring me.
I've always been such a Daddy's girl for as long as I can remember. He's such an amazing role model and example of pure compassion for people. He would gladly go out of his way to help anyone out in need. To know him is to love him, plain and simple but so true. When I first ventured out of the Utah/Idaho territory he was there at the airport unti the last possible minute waving goodbye and making me cry on the flight to Houston. He came to Houston on his own to babysit while Chris and I house hunted and then came back a year later and played Mr. Mom while I was on bedrest and completely and independently handled the cleaning, cooking and kid entertaining. We still talk on the phone almost everyday and I can't imagine ever not having him a phone call away. Whenever I complain about being sick or busy he asks if he'd like me to come and let me knows how fast he could get here which I know he would gladly do if I ever consented.
Each time I'm with him he gives me many lasting memories, like the time he was in Houston with us and set off the fire alarm in the hotel by overcooking his peanut butter cookie in the microwave or the time he sat by our realtor and had to share salsa with him while Chris and I laughed from the other side of the table. His head rocking back when he's laughing, or heading rocking forward when he falls asleep in the middle of one of my boring stories. Sometimes he shows up misssing when he's visiting and we always find him outside in the front yard looking around, just dying to go on a walk/run to figure out whats around him. I've nicknamed him John McNally because of his fascination with directions, GPS's and maps. We accused him of being peeping John when we lived in Provo because he went out one night after a football game with his binoculaurs to look at the stars (it didn't look right at the aparatment complex). We got him to go down the water slide fully clothed at Lagoon because the kid in him couldn't resist and had to walk around the rest of the day in his thick wet jeans. And just as recently as yesterday my sister was telling me how he was bragging that he could ride down the pass from blacktail (very curvy and steep) on his motorcycle, with no hands the whole way. He still acts like a 16 years and I can't believe this year is his big 70th birthday. So to you dad I say "Happy Father's Day, I love you so much and feel like the luckiest girl to have you for a daddy."
The standard my dad created for my future hubby left alot to be expected but I can happily say that Chris has delivered. He's such a great guy and one of the first things that stood about him was the same quality my dad had of everyone who knew him loved him. He's such a likable guy, so nice and so willing to do anything to help out anybody. He has the best sense of humor and always can make me happy when no one else can. Sometimes he complains that I was spoiled by dad and it isn't fair to him but I have to admit that I'm spoiled by him as well. Chris is so selfless, just last night while I'm crashed out on the couch (after falling asleep during a chick flick which Chris rented just for me) in the middle of messy house after a long weekend Chris stayed up so late cleaning the house, the bathroom, laundering and ironing shirts. You can guess how lame I felt this morning to see all he had done and to know I was just sleeping through it all. It should have been Mother's Day this morning after that suprise! He's the best dad and so to you I say (on behalf of Lottie, Roz and Mace) "Happy Father's Day, we love you so much and feel like the lukciest family to have you in it!"

Life Lately & Snakes

Summer is officially here. Charlotte's last day was last Thursday. I'm so excited to have the more relaxed, less of a routine, summer. It's hard to believe she's a big 1st grader now! Where did the time go?
We've been relaxing, sleeping in, eating lots of pancakes for breakfast and doing nothing too interesting to blog about.
Now to my snake phobia. For those of you who know me well, you are aware of my complete phobia at all things living that I can't talk to. The other day driving home there was some low budget poster taped onto our stop sign, not the pole, the actual sign, indicating that the memo must be pretty important. In some 8 year olds handwriting it said
"Snake farm
1200 Salado Drive
$5.00 to pet and hold"
At least it didn't say "missing snake" because that would have done me in. Salado is just a stone throw away from where we are. The questions that immediately ran through my head were: Where is this farm located? How many snakes are on this farm? And is this farm ran by the same person who wrote this poster? (I hope not!)
Just yesterday at PetCo, I screamed out loud when I stepped on a piece of cat food because I was watching the mice and was sure I'd stepped on one. My poor kids must have been so embarassed at the attention I drew to myself and then had to apologize to the onlookers that it was just some food.
Tonight at Young Womens I walked in to opening exercises to see one of my sweet Beehives eyes filled with tears. I gave her a hug and asked her what the trouble was. She told me there was a snake in the building and she was scared (a Laurel had brough her new pet python). I didn't believe that hogwash for a minute. True there might have been a snake in the building but 12-13 year old girls only cry about boys and friends. She persists to make me believe in the snake. Now I'm feeling a little creeped. Right then I look behind me to see a snake coming my way, I start this crazy speedy scooch which got me nowhere because the room was packed. All I did was trample and squish some girls with my determination to get as far as I could from the snake. Then the sweet Beehive, the same one who with tears in her eyes, lets out the loudest shrilling scream and bolts it out a door. Obviously the person conducting had no one's attention and the sweet sobbing girl in the hall had all of it.
The night went on without her until finally she was persuaded to rejoin us by sitting with a wide view and easy access to the exits.
We all talked about our phobias and scary snake stories and had a good ole time. I'll tell you the best snake story and not bore you with the rest (there were plenty shared). This is truth, a firsthand account from the very Beehives in the room. They were all out riding their bikes together when one of them ran over a snake. It instantly snapped forward and popped the tire on girls bike next to her.
As a side note, there's been an ongoing Indian Leg Wrestling competition going on between me and the Beehives. I was up tonight to battle the fear-of-snakes girl. I'd forgotten all about it and was chatting away in the hall. Our activity had been over for 15 minutes when a girl comes out and tells me that this girl is waiting to wrestle me in the Relief Society Room. The poor girl had sat in there 15min because she was to scared to leave the room and venture into the hall where there might be a snake run-in.
Girls camp is next week. I can only hope and pray that there are no snake encounters.
I'm off to bed and I'm sure I'm going to have some scary snake dream after all thats been happening.

My Little Dancers

Here is a little video collection of my cute girls at there first dance recital. They both did amazing and made mom and dad quite proud. In the "lets make a train" portion you'll notice a fight between Roz and the girl ahead of her that caused some drama and was so funny. Hopefully you'll recognize who ours are, they keep on getting the close-up shots.
Enjoy!

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Join Team Mitt

So I have to apologize for this bold move of putting this on my blog, but it's my blog and I do support the guy. You know I'm really not all that political of a person but I'd invite you all to check out his website and jump aboard the grassroots movement to sign up 240000 supporters in 24 hours. It ends tonight so get cookin!
At least check out the website.
www.mittromney.com
and since many of my closest friends and bloggers are colored blue (you know who you are!) I won't talk about politics with you, mostly because I'd be scared, and this will be the last you hear from me about anything that would be covered on a news channel for a long long time.

Mother's Day

First of all a shout out to all of you moms out there who always inspire me. I hope you were able to sleep in yesterday and feet very apprciated all day long.
My mother's day was a little depressing if you want the truth. I never could figure out why this day made people sad, now I know!! Here are a few things that happened to me.
First, Charlotte draws me a picture for the big holiday and before showing it me says "Sorry you look dead in it." Whoa, you can bet I was excited to see that one!
Next, Rozlyn and Charlotte both made these cute little, All about my mom projects at their schools. Here are there answers.
(Question in Bold, answer in Italic.)
Rozlyn's
How old is your mom: 39
My mom always says: Go clean the whole house all by yourself
Nice, I know.
Charlotte's
My mom and I like to: watch T.V. (a little trashy don't you think?)
In her free time, my mom likes to: sleep
My mom likes it when: I am quiet
My mom always says: Go do your chores.
They both answered that the food I cook best is mac and cheese.
I hope this makes the rest of you feel better. I'm so glad that these are all official and laminated so whenever I'm feeling extra good about myself I can go read them and be humbled again.

Crazy Storms!!!

Time for some off-roading.

Isn't he cute with his blanky, puppy and helmet?? The adventure was to tiring for him.


No skinny dipping for these guys anymore.



Serious road block!

Here's Salado for those of you who know.




I wanted to post some pics of the last nights storm damage for those of you intereseted. We had no idea this storm was coming or how bad it was going to be. I was oblivious to the whole things since there were no warnings and it came and went so fast. I was at the church last night with the youth when it all happened so Chris was home with the girls. This probably worked out good for me because I tend to freak out and make all the kids take shelter in the closet when the slightest chance of a tornado comes through.

Anyway, during the activity the church started to flood. Water was cruising in through the foyer doors, the kitchen and some classroom windows. The combination of the wind and rain were so bad that it came in through the locks on my friends door. Isn't that crazy. Later a friend told me a bunch of trees were down by our house and realized just how bad this was.

Our street was in almost perfect condition, no huge trees down, no big fences down but the street, literally paralell to us got hammered. I can't believe how close it was and how much destruction. Our whole sweet innocent neighborhood has been badly damaged. There are trees blocking streets and sidewalks. I'm not even all that much of a tree hugger but my heart is so tender right now towards these huge old trees, that took forever to mature, to have been destroyed. Another blessing is that we had power all night unlike many friends and neighborhoods right next to us, just a few streets over. Charlottes school was with out power but they had class anyway. I know it seems crazy, they had tonz of flashlights and were going to have school in the dark. I thought the whole thing was a bad idea and offered to bring Charlotte home since it was optional but she really wanted to stay for the excitement. (The power did come on at 9am).

Anyway, I feel lucky and grateful that we were all O.K. and watched over, it's so sad and definately is humbling. I feel so lucky that we never even lost power and that are phones are working unlike many around me.

Finally 4

Four years old is when the kids start to obey and the tantrums end, right? Anyway Roz finally reached it and she couldn't be more excited. For weeks she came with something new everyday that she wanted to do for her birthday. Anytime we'd do anything exciting or go somewhere fun she'd say, "this is what I want to do for my birthday!"


The day started out with breakfast and bed, her first one, and then to preschool. I joined her with a kids meal for lunch and took her home. The day before she'd asked if she could not have a rest on her birthday so we bagged that and she fought so hard to stay awake in the car. We went to mall, rode the carousel, looked at the Disney store and played in Pottery Barn. She would frequently remind me that it was her birthday and so she was in charge of when we went home. I'd picked out some stuff at PBK while she played and had them wrap it up. They delivered this large wrapped package to us as we left and Roz was so excited. I told her it was from Grandma Cheryl (she send birthday money and we go shop) and she was so confused how the store knew to give her a present or how Grandma Cheryl told them.


We came home and went to Taco Bell for dinner. I know it's pathetic. All day we were trying to convince her of more desirable eats but she stuck firmly to her cheese tortilla idea. We ate at the park, came home opened presents, had cake and ice cream, etc.

(This is a "family cake" she had requested this for quite sometime. I think she meant for us to all be made out of frosting and not plastic figurines. I was going to out wit her and get a photo cake except that every bakery around here machine was broken so she got the figurines instead. Also Morris fam, do you notice the Grandma Loeda porcelin candle holders? It's so fun to use them for my own kids because I remember them so vividly growing up! Do you like how everyone has their own caron of ice cream??)
I just love my little Roz to pieces. The past 4 years have zoomed past me, she's such a mini grown-up, always saying witty things and keeping us smiling.

Webkinz/Date night

Introducing the worlds best toy!!! Webkinz! Seriously, if you don't have one yet it's time to go grab yourself one. You might think it's for the kids but really it benefits you. I never had leverage with chores or anything else I needed my kids to do until these babies came around. The girls, especially Lottie will do anything if she's granted her 1/2 hour of webkinz time. Daily chores and homework are now done so quick. They never get more then a 1/2 hour a day so I'm hoping the novelty last and lasts many more days, weeks and months. They are little virtual pets, except you really have the stuffed animal, that you create a life for. They have a happy, healthy, and hungry meter that each go up to 100. (We've yet to find out if a webkin can die). You are given money to start with that you can do a million things with. Decorate the room, by the furniture, by more rooms, outdoor rooms and completely accessorize. You can talk to your pet and your pet responds. You can invite a friend over to play if you have their username (pen-pals are out the door) and talk. Since Lottie is so small and it would take her an eternity to type the questions and answers, there's premade phrases, you just click on what you want to say and answer. Anyway, it will be so fun for the girls and their far away cousins to get online for a date from time to time and to see each others fabulously decorated rooms.
The best is the life lessons learned. You really run out of money and its not easy to earn more. You have to take quizzes and even get jobs. The jobs are so funny and hard, Charlotte's got fired as a Hamburger Cook several times. She's a much better fence painter. Also their are pre-requisites for certain jobs like the grocery clerk, you need to have passed a 50 point math quiz but you also get paid much higher wages. When the money runs out its the best because they want some fancy new outfit or couch for their pet and they can't get it because they don't have enough scratch! To make their heath improve you have to buy a bath, bathe them and feed them lots of vegetables. It's so funny to see them shop and buy all fruits and vegetables when there are plenty of delicious dessert treats all around. I'm so happy I have a computer to teach my kids the important things in life.
Another great benefit is the arcade. It makes for a very fun, put the kids to bed, date night challenge. I'm proud to admit that Chris and I have done this. They are such fun and addicting games, like the old school Ninetendo games. We recommend Cash Cow and Color Storm.
Find a dealer near you. There's no need to buy another computer game, just buy the pet, there are a variety to choose from and they'll bring joy and happiness to the whole family.

Open House

The funnest reason to have your kid in a preschool is the darling open house they put on. Here are some cute pics from Rozzies big night. The theme was "Hollywood" and the dialogue and songs were so cute. They referred to the audience as the paparazzi which was so true. You've never seen so many cameras flashing in your life. Everyone had to be in all white tops and all black bottoms. I didn't know where Roz would be in the masses of children so my friend Debbie helped me out with a huge black and white bow so Roz could stand out and look so cute. Luckily she was in the front row so she wasn't to hard to find.

She's just such a cute little school kid.

A few other funny things regarding her: Lately she's begun to think outloud. There are echos of voices after I tell her something. I'll say something like "go put on your new tights" and a few seconds delay I'll hear a small voice repeat slowly, new tights. Just random words pop out all the time. Her thought processes are being verbalized and she doesn't even know she's doing it.

Also, the other day she came running out of my bedroom dressed like this:

The first words out of her mouth were "Mom is it O.K. if I wear these when I get baptized." Very random, very funny!

Dinner Co-Op

I'm the most excited girl in the world. Some friends and I just put together a dinner co-op. I will get dinner brought into me three days a week, Mon. Tues, and Thurs. and I have to take dinner out on Wed. I would pick cooking for three other families one night a week any day over cooking every night of the week. I have such trouble planning a menu, making the list, shopping, not eating any of the food I bought because I'm to lazy to follow through with the menu I planned and so the circle goes. My life will now be simplified down to preparing shopping for 2 meals a week, plus lunches, breakfasts and snacks. The other two nights will be filled with Chris BBQing, eating out or some tasty freezer meal from the Dinner Station. I'm always finding excuses and ways to make my life easier that never work, but I think this one really will. So for now lifes peachy. The only pressure on me now is to not get kicked out because my food tastes gross.

Daisys love Disney

All the Daisy's got together and headed downtown to watch Disney on Ice. My girls were thrilled and couldn't wait to be there. When the ticket request went out I just assumed it was for families so we ordered 4, enough for the whole fam. Most of the girls just went with their mom. So Chris definately wins the trooper award because I'm sure Disney Princesses aren't his thing. On the way in he was apologizing to Mason and assured him that someday his sis's would come to some manly event with him. But just look how in love with the show Mason was!!!

He payed more attention then the girls. He was in the zone all night long. Everyone was staring at him and laughing at just how much he loved it. I'm not all that proud because I know its directly related to his T.V. addiction.
All of the adults sat in the back row while the girls sat alone in the row in front. Rozzie was the only future daisy there but sat with the big kids and did good even though she was a head shorter. I was also proud, or should I be concerned, that my girls never got scared. Nothing disturbs them.
Before we left for downtown their leader calls and informs us that some of the girls are going to dress up in princess costumes instead of wearing the blue smock. The smock would have been way easier but I wasn't going to make Charlotte wear it while all the others are dressed up. So it was back in the ole Snow White costume once more. Poor kid, 2 Halloweens and 2 Disney of Ice's later, I make her wear it all the time because it's the only nice one we've got. It still doesn't even fit Rozzie but after she wears it a few dozen times that dress is going to be money well spent I tell you. Am I the only mom in America that recycles costume on Halloween because I'm to cheap and we moved so no one knew we did it last year?

Farwell to Running

I think in a previous blog I mentioned how I can no longer stand running. I had some harsh words that this old hobby of mine didn't deserve. To use a softer tone after I've had time to cool down, I'll run leisurly, no super long distances. I was fresh off of finishing a HORRIBLE race. You can't tell just how miserable my body felt by the pics but here is the slideshow of my happy smiling facade. The pluses to the race were being with Houston friends, talking and catching up on old times. However I was so sick and couldn't admit it to anyone because of my pride. The next three weeks I was still so stinkin sick and I thought it was all because of the race and somehow my insides got messed up. Looking back, I was sick running the race and thats why it was painful even getting to mile #1. The lady who collapsed at the end that Chris had to help administer CPR on by pumping her chest was also no sweet finish. (In one of my pics you can see the ambulance in the background!)
My glory begin a few years back when out of nowhere I decided to run a marathon as a new years resolution. I dragged my good friend Christy into it with me because I knew she wouldn't back out and I couldn't do it alone. (Chris also did it but we couldn't train together because we had to switch of babysitting kiddos). It was the best. Every new mile was such a victory! I remember being so excited after running three miles, five miles, etc. I had never even been on a treadmill before and thought it was crazy the way my body felt after getting off. Christy got sick, hurt her knee, had family drama and still came through like no one else would have done. We had the best longest talks for three hours every Saturday morning. Race day was the best, the trip to Vegas, getting bumped to first class, the free meal voucher, riding on the golf cart to get to our gate, pre-race dinner all of it. The race was so easy, it was a breeze, total enjoyment, no pain, lots of fans, beautiful scenary and plenty of tears from me at the end of my spiritual, emotional and physical victory.

Anyway, this blog was not supposesd to be dramatic. I'm still going to run three miles or so but no time consuming long distances. Oh theres so many thoughts running through my head in a random way so here they are in outline form.
Running is only fun if you have someone to go with , I don't
I don't like going to the gym alone
The locker room at the gym is bothersome to me. I'm scared of the people that have no fear of being naked and I'm scared that someone will see me naked. Why coudln't they pay the extra ten bucks for the lock on the dressing room doors? Why am I the only one that uses the dressing room?
I hate the feeling of being wet and putting clothes on. I feel stinky and sticky the rest of the day.
I love to shower at home and be free to roam around for awhile, which I can't do at the gym because of my fear of being seen naked even with the towel, what if it falls off? I've had that dream before.
I always want to go explore these trails all around my house but I need a bike and bike trailer to do it. I need to trade in my gym fees for a new bike.
I want to have a treadmill to exercize while I watch T.V.
I want to ditch the gym, my lonliness and public nakedness and save for a bike to explore and treadmill to satisfy my T.V. watching in a non guilty kind of way.

Birthday Bash

So the sweet little Lottie is officially six. To celebrate we invited 12 other crazy six year olds over for some fun cookin'. We dressed them all in their personalized aprons (those Avery printable iron-ons are awesome!) and chef hats. They looked so cute. They started at our huge table each with a pile of flour, a pile of dough, some hand sanitizer (a must). Chris was sweet and cut some round dowels and sanded them so each girl had their own rolling pin. It was some good, floury messy fun. They decoratd their own pizza's which looked nasty but we let them eat them anyway.

Next we went into the back yard for some messy egg relay where they had to carry it on the spoon crack it in the bowl carry another egg back to the next person on their team. You could definately pick out the experienced crackers from the not so experienced. Then they had a huge laundry basket full of tupperware and lids that they raced through looking for matches and putting together containers and lids.

After the games and eating the pizza, we rolled out white paper and let them go crazy decorating. They then decorated their own individual sized cakes with piping tubes and had all the soda they could drink. There definately was a sense of relief after it was all said and done. It was all worth it to see just how happy Charlotte was. She was in heaven the whole time, a house full of friends, tonz of cake, presents, etc. Both her teacher and student teacher came to the party. Have I mentioned before how she has the worlds greatest teacher? Charlotte even said the best part was having her teachers come and bringing her two new webkinz.

I just can't believe she's 6!! Where did all of the time go. The feeling is a little bittersweet, the past six years were not the way I always pictured them to be. This parenting business is so much harder then I ever dreamed. There are so many days when the trials are many and the rewards are few. I am so glad I have my Charlotte, I'm sad to know she's six and she's only getting older. Sometimes we sing the part of the song from Cliffords Puppy Days (Mason's a HUGE fan) that goes "love makes little things grow" and I think of my tiny 7.5 lb girl and how big she's got , and I know I haven't done to many things right but that I've always loved her.

Random thoughts & Dr. Suess Parade

I just looked at my blogger account and saw that I have 37 posts in my history. That's 37 more so called journal entries then I've done in the past 10 years in a traditional journal. (I'm exaggerating a little but not much). I've loved having a place to put my funny stories and pictures all together. I love the comments and staying in touch with all of you who are far away.

A friend of mine recently found this blog www.heatherdwhite.typepad.com which she passed along to me. My friend recommended it because of this gals love of vinyl lettering, which I myself really like! At first I read it for the ideas, now I just go look from time to time out of curiousity and amazement. She posts practically every day, there millions of craft ideas, tonz of recipes and very very long entries. She always, in detail, puts down how she makes her projects, where she got the projects, and step by step instructions complete with photos. She is a special kind of public service announcement and whenever I need to feel motivated or like I'm maybe getting to much sleep I just read her blog.

This has led me to the conclusion that there are two type of people in the world, people who motivate (the former) and people like me, who are just there to make others feel better about themselves. I've attached a picture of my very tall pile of socks to illustrate the point. Have you ever let your socks go this long without matching them?

The picture couldn't show all dimensions but believe me, there's a year supply right there. To tell you truth, Chris matched all of these, I think he gave up on the idea that I'd ever get around to it. I try very hard to do the laundry but by the time the clothes are folded and all I have are socks left I throw them in this special drawer where everyone can go look for their own matches.

I'm also showing pictures from Charlotte's cute Dr. Seuss parade this morning at school. She was the pink cat in the hat.

I couldn't talk her into being anything else, the only twist I could put on it was to make her a pink one, since I knew every other kid would also be the "cat". She looked adorable. When they all got together I realized the pink was a pretty lame idea. I should have left it with red and white. I'm sure this was another confirmation to all the parents in the class that I'm a little bit freaky. They probably feel bad for us and want to inform me that there is no pink cat and that they gladly would have lent us some red paper. The truth is it was very intentional. The picture doesn't show the cutest, curliest pink tail, that was the best part. The parade was fun, Mason and Roz loved it. If you ever have your own Dr. Seuss parade here are fun ideas, some from Charlotte's class and some from others. Mr. Brown, front row, far left, the cat with the umbrella, back row middle. There was some kid not even dressed up but he carried a sign with him that said "I've got a wocket in my pocket". It made me laugh, and that parent had it way easier than the rest of us. Don't Charlotte's teachers look the best? I'm really on a campaign for Mrs. Thomas for best kindergarten teacher. Thing 2 is the student teacher whose name happens to be Mrs. Graham.