Happy Birthday Cache!

Cache Money is 3 years old!  Three years ago I posted this entry filled with pictures of newborn Cache. Now I am filling this post with pictures of a kid who makes sure that he only eats things that make him grow :) and who loves these things (they do change often but this was todays results)...

Favorite part of your birthday: 'Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!' and cake.
Favorite Movie: Monsters Inc. (3 months ago it was Buzz Lightyear)
Favorite Song: Happy Birthday! (Used to be 'Party Like a ROCKSTAR!')
Favorite Game: Football. I like football. No, I love football. (Very true and has not changed)
Favorite Book: No David!
Favorite Color: Blue (same)

My personal favorite part of Cache's birthday was Cache's birthday hat. He had been SO excited about getting a birthday hat! I have no idea where this excitement came from. We bought it the night before his birthday and he just had to show everybody. It was a struggle getting it off of him before bedtime. When he woke up it was the first thing he put on.

The weather was beautiful on Cache's birthday and we were happy about that because Cache wanted to go on a bike ride. He got to do that, open presents throughout the day and go bowling. Bowling went great, I will just put it in Cache's words, "I spanked my dad in bowling! I beat em'!" It is true, he did. He bowled a 168. 

We also played Candyland, Hungry Hungry Hippos and Chutes and Ladders. Where I found out I really need to teach my son to be a good loser. He would get way to upset if he lost. We are working on it. 

I could tell all day that Cache was not feeling good. He was (and always is) a trooper when he is sick. I can tell that he is sick by his eyes, other than that he runs like a maniac, plays football etc., and rides his bike. On this day it was the same thing. He had a horrible cough but wouldn't stay still to breathe. This made his cough worse. But he wanted to party it up. 

That night some of his Aunties, Uncles and cousins came over along with grandparents for a little birthday bash. Cache had a blast and a half!

After that party Steve and I were cooking for the party in the morning. Cache was excited to see all his friends and his Aunties (Cassie, Anna, Ashlee and Chantelle). He was extra excited for his Cinnamon Birthday Cake as well. 

That night, Cache couldn't sleep. He was fevering pretty bad. 

"My birthday hat is buggin' me! It's hurting my head so bad!" That is what woke me up at 1:22 a.m. when Cache was not wearing his birthday hat. After that Cache and me both didn't go back to sleep until 5:45 in the morning. So, we had to cancel his Birthday Brunch. He was a devastated about it. Especially since we went to the doctor instead. We found out he had bronchio....I'm not even going to try, and his first ear infection. :( sorry buddy.

When Cache is feeling better we will have his Birthday Brunch.

a loss of words.

Yesterday I was world's lamest mom. I was sick and sat around all day blowing my nose, drinking cough syrup and watching pretty little liars marathon. I know. Don't judge.

Last night I vowed I would do some thing fun with Cache. My great idea, the Bean Museum. 

Wow. That really backfired. 

This was our conversation on the way there.

C: I'm so 'cited to see dem animals!!

M: We are going to have so much fun money.

C: I'm goin' to the zoo, I'm goin' to the zoo, I'm goin' to the zoo! (said in cute sing-song voice)

M: Well this place isn't the zoo. It does have animals that we can look at, they just don't move.

C: Why.

M: .....Because they are sleeping? (Question mark because I was hoping he would by that)

C: That's a zoo.

M: Kind of...

...I didn't know what to say. It just didn't feel right to say,  "Well son, they are all dead. We are walking around looking at dead animals."

On our way inside...

C: I see the zoo!

M: It isn't a zoo. It's a museum, but it will still be fun. (Lying, I know terrible)

M: The animals won't move because they're not alive.

C: (Sees a massive moose through the glass door) OH! OH MAN! OH MOM!! HIS EYES ARE OPEN! HE'S NOT SLEEPING!

M: He probably won't move still because he's not alive. (Not sure Cache knows what alive means)

C: Oh he is big! Oh he doesn't move. Dats' weird.

In the African Safari section...

C: OH! What de HECK?! What is dat' lion doing to that deer? (I think it was a gazelle)AH! He's gon eat him!

C: Why aren't they makin' sounds?

Somewhere there was a sound of monkeys and Cache's face lit up like, "maybe my mom didn't bring me to such a lame sauce place after all."

C: I wan see dos monkeys! I am cited! Where are dey?

M: I dunno, let's look for them

We never found them.

Cache was freaked out by the lack of sound and movement. Not to mention the lack of body parts. 

He was so disappointed. Now I feel guilty and I am currently looking for a day that I have free to take him to the Zoo. With living, breathing animals. 

awkward.

On Tuesday Cache, Steve and I hit up Toys R' Us to find a birthday present for my nephew. Cache wanted to get him a power wheel so bad, he thought it was the greatest idea he ever had. Sadly we weren't able to do that, but we did get him a Fast Lane Hot Shot Flyer and Cache was okay with that.

If you go to Toys R' Us and you are walking past the airplanes you should stop. Look at the box the Hot Shot Flyer comes in. There is a typo. The description says that it "FILES UP TO 100 FEET!!" I personally thought it was kind of funny, but the ditzy side of me was a lil' bit worried that it didn't fly.

When I go up to pay I ask the girl at the checkout stand about toy and this was our conversation:

Girl: (monotone voice) Is this all for you today?
Me: (Probably way to cheerful for Girl's liking) Yes, thank you! Does this toy fly?
GIrl: (Looking at me like I am the least amusing person ever) Yes, it's a plane
Me: It says that it files, see?
Girl: That is just another word for flies. They just wanted to describe it differently.
Me: (Dumbfounded) I don't think that files is a synonym for...never mind
Girl: Do you want a gift receipt
Me: I guess they just made a typo.
Girl: Okay.
Me: Well, if it does end up filing instead of flying I can put that to great use... (nervous, awkward chuckle)
Girl: (clearly not amused) Do you want a gift receipt?
Me: Yes, thank you.

Girl's expression THE whole conversation.

Steve: (Laughing his head off in the background)

Ball Bucket Horror Stories...

Remember back in the elementary days when you walked down to lunch following the ball bucket? The ball bucket was great, it held your basketballs, soccer balls, jump ropes and footballs. Not only that, as you walked out to a much anticipated lunch recess you would drop your lunch boxes in the bucket and they would be waiting for you back in the classroom. You didn't have to worry about a thing.

...Wow. That sounds great if YOUR STUDENTS REMEMBERED TO TAKE THEIR LUNCH BOXES/TUPPERWARE/SANDWHICH BAGS OUT AT THE END OF THE DAY!!!

There as been the weirdest, yuckiest, un-coverable smell in my classroom. And it isn't just the natural smells of 6th graders (that is coverable, thank you Febreeze) it is a moldy/dirt smell. The smell has been a mystery until this morning.

This morning I woke up with one goal in mind. Track and destroy the mold/dirt smell. I walked in the classroom, took a breath, became dizzy from the smell and began investigation. My student teacher, Sara, was there and she wanted the smell gone just as bad as I did.

We discussed that it could be a leak in the sink, then I looked at the ball bucket. BINGO. I shared my theory with Sara and went to the office for some latex gloves. When I got back Sara had pulled the ball bucket out from under the counter, she had a very disturbed look on her face and said, "Yup, this has to be it."

The smell was 100% stronger since the bucket was pulled out, it got worse once we took off several layers of coats and uncovered the culprits. Emphasis on the plurality of culprits.

We took out all of the balls and jump ropes and there was nothing left except for several pieces of tupperware containing blackish/greenish nasty mold. It looked and smelled like my students were attempting to make a sewer monster. I swear I thought one tupperware had grown worms. Seriously.

I picked up a piece of mold that was the size of a bouncy ball. THE SIZE OF A BOUNCY BALL! It looked like one of those fuzzy puff balls, except nasty and smelly and I had to hold it in my latex glove. Nas to the T people! NASTY!

Sara and I were running back and forth throwing away nasty mold that used to be food. Seriously, what heck students.

I came back from throwing a big chunk of mold in a sandwich bag away when Sara said, "I don't even know why I opened this. I shouldn't have"

Well, of course that peaked my interest and I had to look.

In it was a sandwich. Not just a little leftover piece, a WHOLE sandwich. I literally think that it was at least a month old. It was all mold, not one piece of white or wheat. It stank soooo bad. But the funniest part is, one of my students came in and said, "Smells like those clorox wipes. Are you cleanin? Smells like cleaning supplies."

There were several other lunch boxes with moldy food inside.

If you are wondering the reasons that I didn't check there in the first place here ya go:

1. I never had students do this before. I mean, usually parents are anal about their kids bringing back their lunch boxes/tupperware. As for the plastic sandwich bags, they usually throw them away on their way out to recess.

2. The smell was masked by several layers of coats until it got so bad it surpassed the coats.

3. The ball bucket was the last place I would look for a science project to be growing. But guess what, Miss Doll is teaching the 6th grade about microorganisms. What a fabulous coincidence, but Miss Doll did not want to use the moldy sandwich as an example. I don't know why she wouldn't.;) jk.

Mr. Billie really saved the day when he sprayed out our ball bucket and brought it back looking brand new and smelling fresh.