Stange conversations in the car- Part 797 (other 796 not listed)

This Week:
So this has been another crazy week in the Nickel Household. In fact I have been running on here to check emails and that is about it! I left General Conference early on Saturday Morning to come home so that John could be at the hospital with his Mom. She fell late Saturday afternoon and broke her right hip and wrist. She was not stable enough (heart wise and blood wise) to have surgery until yesterday. She is on the road to recovering. She is in ICU-she lost a lot of blood during the surgery etc but is doing as well as can be expected.

So needless to say this would not have been the week I would have picked nor would John have picked to be in Augusta Ga. He had a project there with work- No one else in trained in this project and it had to be done. So I have been doing the single Mom thing this week. My time is spent at work, hospital at lunch, get girls, hospital in evenings - homework being done on the way to and from the hospital etc.

SO I say all of that to say this....I needed a good laugh today. Emma has been obsessed with babies lately. Babies particularly before they are born. She also has been obsessed with Diet Coke (I don't know where she gets that from). So today she was telling Seanna in the back seat. When I was in Momma's Belly she loved me so much she would feed me Diet Coke in a straw through her belly button to me. She didn't do that for you did she? Seanna was so mad she was like - first of all you can't drink that way, and second of all you can only drink milk if you were a baby. She said well she let me have Diet Coke and then sometimes Choc. milk. I was laughing so hard I about spit Diet Coke all over the steering wheel.

They continue
Emma: Well I know that when I have my babies you had better put on a good Baby shower for me.
Seanna: I am not doing that because I am not a good organizer.
Emma: Well you have to you are my sister.
Seanna: Mom will do it for you.
Emma: (ignoring the fact that Seanna did not want to do the baby shower for her) ...get your notebook out here is what I want at my shower-
Seanna: Seanna continued to ignore her.
Emma: If you don't get your notebook out right now you are not going to be allowed to be my kids Aunt.
Seanna:I have to be their Aunt. I was born that way!

They are 6 and 8. Today I want to be either 6 or 8- I think I choose 6. I don't want to be at the 6 ugly stage through where I have already lost my teeth. I want to be 6 and have my baby teeth.

There it's settled!

Why am I the dork parent that signs up for parent teacher conference at 7:00 AM??

That is what I was asking myself on a day when the kids had NO SCHOOL why am I still getting up at 6?

I get to school- 2 minutes late
I get lost in the school- now am 4 minutes late
Seanna is in another building- now am 6 minutes late

I walk in the room-

I am so sorry I am late (I suddenly revert back to 3rd grade myself and mentally tell myself you the adult- don't slip into a desk and pull out a notebook out of your purse-reminder you use pens now)

Well I can see now why Seanna walks in at the last minute every day says Mr. Martelli.

Really I think

Suddenly he burst out in laugher-

The tension is broken

I have a permission slip from my Mom as to why I am late I say as I sit down- It was very hard to get as they are in the air flying to Brazil right now.

Immediately knowing why I like him- he responds- And I bet the dog ate your homework too? How did he know?

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3rd grade for Cylinda was a little different

I went to a school that had no screens, only louvered windows. The school was shut down when it was raining as we had galvanized tin roofs and it was loud. I went to a private school with my bag lunch of salami with peppers sandwich (complete with miracle whip-gross) an apple and on a good day Cheetos.

In first grade I had all of the first graders in my class that knew how to spell their name - sign my petition to change the drinking fountain in the front of the school turned into a kool-aid (red preferred) - The principal did not agree. My first sign that I should not run for 1st grade student government.

First grade was also the year that I told the swimming teacher I forgot my suit four weeks in a row- until the note went home. Then I reverted to the excuse that I had surgery on my belly button and the stitches had not healed yet. That only was good for two weeks.

Second grade- I fell and hit my head on the corner of my teacher’s desk while running up to take the erasers out to be cleaned (can you spell brown-noser?). My parents where on another island, my brother went to the ER with me- all the while saying- if you wouldn't have run you- you wouldn't need stitches. I came home to find my babysitter had just run over our cat.

Third Grade-I went dumpster diving in the neighborhood trash bin and found some 3 inch platform sandals too good to pass up. On the last day of school I put them in a brown paper sack and put them on when I got to school. My legs were so tall I could not fit them under my desk the whole day. But I was the envy of all of the girls. That was until my Mom came across the stashed paper bag in a cleaning exploit over the summer. Not so cool then.

Forth Grade-Saturday Night Fever just came out- I remember them playing the record (for you younger ones that is a large disk that is black and looks like a CD but larger) and me standing there as I knew I was not to dance. At last the whole class was dancing but me. One boy- Joey Garcia came up and asked if I wanted to dance- I told him I don't dance- and he said I don't either just stand there and make circles with your hands and I will too. I held that in for two weeks until one night at prayers- I had to come clean with my Dad. Dad- your daughter is going to hell. I will miss you while you are in heaven? Why Cylinda? I danced with my hands- My feet stayed still- but I made circles out of my hands.

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The teacher's conference was over- Seanna is at 95th percentile for her age. John is going to Emma's at 10:00 - that will be a diff. story. Seanna is John- Emma poor dear is her mother!