"Those Neighbors"

Yesterday was one of those days and now I'm afraid that we have been labeled "those neighbors." The fun all started with a knock on the door at Lydia's usual time she gets home from school, when the boys answered the door there stood Lydia in tears with her bike a fat lip, bloody chin and she could barley stand, with a complete stranger and a police officer. My heart immediately dropped and I thought the worse- she got hit. Luckily her bike accident didn't involve any vehicles and she was wearing her helmet. Lydia's foot slipped off her pedal and got caught and she flipped forward bike and all. She is very sore, her jaw and front teeth hurt, her hip, knee and ankle. The police officer and the mom saw the whole thing, and with Lydia not really knowing her friends mom that well, the police officer escorted them to our house.

This whole situation of Lydia being hurt and very upset, showing up with a policeman at our door really shook Kyler up so he started crying and feeling bad for Lydia and wanting hugs and comfort while I'm trying to clean up blood and get ice packs where they need to be.

Later that day after the dust settled Lydia was practicing violin to get ready for her lesson, and it was the whole routine of I hate practicing, I hate the violin, why did I ever want to start...........blah blah blah. So what should've been a 15 minute practice ended up being an hour of me leaving and "I'll come back when you're ready"-did I mention how much I hate this? So needless to say dinner did not get made. Mmmmm peanut butter sandwiches are good for lunch and dinner-not. When we came out of practicing Lydia just starts throwing this full fledged tantrum-am I the only one with a 7 year old who still throws the crying on the floor tantrum? Damone and I just looked at each other like what happened coming from one room to the next?

So while she is having her fit, Damone then begins to tell me of the "fun" he had while I was with Lydia. He got home from work and was putting the trash on the street when one of our neighbors down the road comes over and says, " Is your son the one who rides the tricycle? We came home today and found all our lights were pulled up from the ground and all the stakes were in a pile." (He was informed of who did it by a neighbor who saw Cooper doing it and asked him to stop and when she went back in I guess he finished the job.) They had already put the lights back up and they were just letting Damone know what happened and the guy said to Cooper, "how is Santa supposed to find our house if we don't have our lights up?" Cooper came running in the house crying while the same neighbor pointed out our across the street neighbor and that some of his lighted snowflakes were up staked and laying the ground. Damone came back in and got Cooper and they went across the street to knock on the door, to let them know what happened and to apologize. (Cooper did confess to all of this by the way.) Everyone was very nice about the whole thing but I know that we are now labeled "those neighbors." Three separate neighbors were involved two of which we don't really know that well. I am embarrassed to leave the house. You can bet we are taking a plate or TWO of Christmas goodies to their houses.

I went to violin with Lydia and Damone went shopping with the boys had a "wonderful  time"-I'm being sarcastic. So Lydia and Cooper got sent to bed early for their behavior and back talking. Good times, I make record of this to rub it in their faces when one day they are dealing with the same thing.