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A freakin’ kakamunch day

I am sitting here in hysterics laughing my rear off . . . man it feels so good (even if the underlying problem isn’t too funny).

Why you ask?

Well, if you have to freakin’ kakamunch ask then you aren’t in with 4 year old boy talk. Heck I never heard the one before the other freakin’ day when my kakamunch son, NHL, started using it. I think the new freakin’ PreK class is to blame. I may have to talk to his kakamunch teacher about this freakin’ issue.

Now for why I’m in hysterics.

My friend L and I were chatting on IM and I told her about NHL’s latest. Then we both went off for a little while to do things. I went off to work on a project for my Swaparooni gift and JL was at my computer making a Spider-Man birthday card for NHL’s friend. Here is some of what we said:

Me: JL here making a card
L: aaah
Me: Or should I say I’m making a FREAKIN’ card?
L: Just freakin finish and let _____ get back on the freakin computer
Me: ____ has a FREAKIN’ bug up her FREAKIN’ butt about FREAKIN’ crocheting.
L: well, that’s not my freakin department! I’m a freakin knitter!
the_angel_forever: She made the FREAKIN’ KaKaMunch _____ (Swaparooni gift must not be revealed). ;-)
L: Well, she can take her freakin kakamunch ____ and get a kakamunch crochet hook and some freakin yarn and get to freakin crocheting…or get some freakin knitting needles and knit a kakamunch scarf
Me: Tis me – ya freakin kakamunchhead    (***Made JL move to take over)
L: well, you need to keep your kakamunchhead husband off of your puter
L: (you know how sad this whole conversation is?)
Me: YUP – Blogging eventually
Me: With freakin pseudo-kakamunch names   (***Those would be Me and L  *wink*)
L: LMAO
L: D just said "wait. How come Freakin JL gets to use her Kakamunch computer and I never get to use the kakamunch freakin computer?"

Me: I can’t breathe – laughing too hard
Me: Need a pee pad underneath me
L: so are we!!!

So there you have it. How pathetic are we? Grown adults that live near each other "talking" on freakin’ IM instead of the kakamunch phone. No less using my kakamunch son’s freakin’ new words from his new PreK class (totally blaming them). I may have to talk to his kakamunch teacher about this freakin’ issue.

Insert SNORT here! I am laughing so hard I am actually snorting.  Oh how I needed this after the last week or so.

Seriously I do not normally talk/type/IM/blog like this. . . I’m just in a mood.

C’est Moi

 ***Please note L gave me permission to blog this.

 

 

 

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Shofar 101

Thanks to my brain not working I forgot people may not know what a Shofar is (thanks S). Here is the Wikipedia information (with a great photo of one) to give the significance of the item to Rosh Hashana and Yom Kipppur.

Thursday night my grandmother gave NHL this:

It’s a seemingly harmless plastic shofar for kids. Uncle I and Aunt M had given him one in the past. He loves them, but man can it be LOUD and annoying.

Here is a video of NHL using his shofar as JL says the calls that they do when they sound the shofar:


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So that is the beautiful shofar. Next Saturday evening after Yom Kippur there is a service where I believe there will be at least 6 shofars out in all area of our synagogue. They sound together and it’s an amazing experience.

C’est Moi

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Rosh Hashana 2007

L’Shana Tova to all of my Jewish friends.

Thanks to Rosh Hashana I have not blogged. So now that the holiday is over NHL has a message. This message is from my new digital camera that I ordered Wednesday night and came via UPS today. Check it out: 


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For those of you that would like a translation of hyper over-tired 4 year old he’s saying "Shofar! Shofar!" and later tells me "Rosh Hashana"

 

Oh and in the background is JL yelling "Oh no!" since Mt. JSL exploded at the changing table. The poor monkey must be teething and has WAY too much saliva for his own good. So the video was cut short to go and help JL.

C’est Moi

 

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Broken heart – repair needed

Drop off went better yesterday with me taking NHL. Problem is we didn’t know if it was me taking him, his OT being there, his real teacher being there or something else.

Things did not repeat this morning. My heart was ripped from my chest and is broken. I sit here trying to stop tears as I relive the horrifying screams and cries NHL just did this morning.

When NHL and I arrived we went in the same door since we were never given officiial alternate plans. Once down the hall only  the assistant teacherr was there and he started to panic and ask for his teacher.  The panic quickly escalated  to screams, crying, and all out hysterics. The assistant teacher took his hand and he started to kick and clutch for me, I quickly left and felt like a heartless bitch.

You need to realize I never dropped NHL off before. Daddy did since he worked next to daycare. i never had to witness this EVER and I don’t want to again.

JL just told me that this morning while getting ready NHL told him he didn’t like his teacher. JL asked who and he said the assistant teacher. This morning was also the first day that he didn’t rush out of bed to get ready. He actually said to me "I don’t want to go to school"

I just wish I could get into his little mind and see what was whirling around in there. Hopefully he rebounds from this morning and has a decent day. The not eating lunch, the refusing to use the bathroom and horrible drop offs really worry me. In all honesty I think his reaction would be like this to any new school. He left his comfort zone of 3 years and this is tough.

Off I go to cry and comfort and comfort JSL.

C’est Moi

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Duck, Duck, Goose!!!!

Is "Duck, Duck, Goose" considered PreK cursing????

Just curious since NHL just used it as an explicative as he was getting his clothing off and PJ’s on. One tired monkey. It was so funny JL and I had to bite our tongues trying not to laugh.

I guess it beats his "Ook Gook Sook" that he did quite a while ago. Now if only he would never swear  – like daddy life would be good. Unfortunately, I see him being more like me in that regard

What?

 Well, I can’t always be an angel ya know! After all I never once slipped while in the classroom.

C’est Moi

 

 

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