In preparation of our annual Christmas Soup open house on Saturday, I was wiping down the baseboards and walls in our kitchen and was reminded of my preparations for the event last year.
It was a rainy Friday morning, and I was running in between our little room in the back of our house where we keep our TV (we call it the back house). I hadn't showered or gotten out of my pajamas, but was getting the boys set up for a little auto-sitter while I enjoyed my morning routine, uninterrupted. The boys were happy, entertained and contained, so I made my way back to the house to get ready. I made my way carefully up the steps, to find the door . . . locked. Oh, that's right, I made sure to close it behind me so the rain wouldn't get in. No problem, I'll just call my hubby at work from the back house to run home and open the door. Back across the yard, pick up the phone and . . . it's off the hook in the house. CRAP!!! Now what?
Plan A: I pulled on the door handle really hard for about 15 minutes with tears (or was that rain?) streaming down my face. No luck.
Plan B: I grabbed a rock from my backyard and pounded away. Have you ever intentionally broken a window? It is a wild feeling. . . the anticipation of hearing the glass brake, your hand going through something hard that should be intact. Window eventually gave way, I was in the house, cleaned up the mess, then braced for the rest of the day. I successfully found someone to replace the glass that afternoon and everyone loved our party the next day.
Now today, hubby has a busy day at work, so he leaves early. I'm ready to leave the house at 8:35 to get #1 & #2 to school by 9. We go through the usual business of getting in the car and trying to ignore the plethora of distractions between the front door and the car. We get in and we're off . . . or so I thought. The car won't go into gear. CRAP!! I call hubby who can't get away. Now what? Thank goodness for good friends who were not too far away or too busy to add a trip to our house to pick up kids for school. Then I remembered I have been paying for Roadside Assistance on my cel phone. They arranged for a tow truck to our mechanic, and #3 and I are home for the day. Lucky for me, I bought new makeup yesterday and now feel like I can go out in public again. Urgh!!
On the bright side, I do have everything I need to make the remaining soups for our party on Saturday, and I have all the material to finish the quilt I'm making for my college roommate's baby (who is almost 2 months old now).
I'm not going to think about what adventures next year will bring.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
But I wove you . . .
This is the way #3 tries to get out of doing something he doesn't want to do. He says it in this sweet little sing-song voice and cannot pronounce the L in love and it just melts your heart, kind of. But that's not what I wanted to write about . . .
One of my favorite programs is This American Life. In a nutshell, it's thought provoking, in depth journalism, with essays every so often. It's an NPR show from Chicago that is on every weekend, usually airing Friday evening. (It has also become a TV show on Showtime, although I've only seen snippets of that because we don't have that channel). This show has opened my eyes to new ideas, people, ways of looking at the world, authors, etc. I love it. I subscribe to their podcast because I can't possibly ensure that the hour the show is on each weekend (or rebroadcast for that matter) is the precise hour my children are going to be quiet, so I tune in when I'm driving/running/doing dishes, you get the picture.
Episode #293 aired on July 11, 2008 entitled A Little Bit of Knowledge.
Act 2 of the show was an excerpt of a book by Dan Savage called The Commitment. The excerpt is regarding gay marriage in 2004, and how certain members of Dan's family were in favor of he and his partner getting married, but their son was ademently opposed to the idea, while Dan & his partner weren't sure if they wanted to get married at all. But in the middle of Dan's discussion about gender issues with his son, he has this wonderful discussion about falling in love that just melted me. Here it is:
It's not a decision you get to make, I said. It's not a decision I got to make, it's a decision your heart makes.
When?
When you're older, I said. One day your heart will let you know whether you're the kind of man who falls in love with a woman or a man. There was a long silence and I thought DJ had fallen asleep. He was curled up next to me resting his head against my side and I couldn't see his face. I stayed very still.
Grandma says you're supposed to marry the person you love, DJ suddenly said. He hadn't fallen asleep, he'd just been quietly working through something.
That's right, I said. Grandma does say that, all the time.
But you love me and we're not gonna get married.
Grown up love is a special kind of love. People don't fall in that special kind of love with their sisters or their mothers or their sons. There's something in your heart that makes you go out into the world and find someone new, someone you've never met before, and that's the person you fall in love with.
Why?
Because that's how new families are made. And one day you'll meet the person you want to make a new family with and that's the person you're supposed to marry.
Why?
Because marriage is a promise that you make to that other person. A promise to stay in love with them forever. To be related forever, so that you'll always be together.
Amen, brother.
One of my favorite programs is This American Life. In a nutshell, it's thought provoking, in depth journalism, with essays every so often. It's an NPR show from Chicago that is on every weekend, usually airing Friday evening. (It has also become a TV show on Showtime, although I've only seen snippets of that because we don't have that channel). This show has opened my eyes to new ideas, people, ways of looking at the world, authors, etc. I love it. I subscribe to their podcast because I can't possibly ensure that the hour the show is on each weekend (or rebroadcast for that matter) is the precise hour my children are going to be quiet, so I tune in when I'm driving/running/doing dishes, you get the picture.
Episode #293 aired on July 11, 2008 entitled A Little Bit of Knowledge.
Act 2 of the show was an excerpt of a book by Dan Savage called The Commitment. The excerpt is regarding gay marriage in 2004, and how certain members of Dan's family were in favor of he and his partner getting married, but their son was ademently opposed to the idea, while Dan & his partner weren't sure if they wanted to get married at all. But in the middle of Dan's discussion about gender issues with his son, he has this wonderful discussion about falling in love that just melted me. Here it is:
It's not a decision you get to make, I said. It's not a decision I got to make, it's a decision your heart makes.
When?
When you're older, I said. One day your heart will let you know whether you're the kind of man who falls in love with a woman or a man. There was a long silence and I thought DJ had fallen asleep. He was curled up next to me resting his head against my side and I couldn't see his face. I stayed very still.
Grandma says you're supposed to marry the person you love, DJ suddenly said. He hadn't fallen asleep, he'd just been quietly working through something.
That's right, I said. Grandma does say that, all the time.
But you love me and we're not gonna get married.
Grown up love is a special kind of love. People don't fall in that special kind of love with their sisters or their mothers or their sons. There's something in your heart that makes you go out into the world and find someone new, someone you've never met before, and that's the person you fall in love with.
Why?
Because that's how new families are made. And one day you'll meet the person you want to make a new family with and that's the person you're supposed to marry.
Why?
Because marriage is a promise that you make to that other person. A promise to stay in love with them forever. To be related forever, so that you'll always be together.
Amen, brother.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Reduce - Reuse - Recycle
I don't know how I got so lucky today, but my children entertained themselves this afternoon by using trash and recyclables to make robots. They worked together and dug through the trash, and here is what they came up with. I love it!!! The two yellow ones have Matchbox cars on the bottom, which they used to race down the hill in front of our house. What a great afternoon.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Giggles
#1
One year for Christmas, I took our daughter to the dollar store for her to pick out a gift for Dad. I know, big spender. (This was probably the Christmas when she was two.) She chose a small vanilla scented statue of Jesus that had adhesive on the bottom to stick on a dashboard or something similar.
Fast forward a few months and we go visit my husband at his office. I pointed out to her that he had the Jesus statue on his bookshelf. She took a whiff and said, "Ummm. It smells like Jesus in here."
#3
It is a favorite bedtime ritual in our house to read stories. Sometimes I choose the stories, sometimes the kids do. The other night I chose The Peace Book by Todd Parr (if you don't have this book, I highly recommend getting it). Each page begins with the phrase: Peace is . . . followed by some action, ie. . . .sharing a meal, . . .keeping the street clean, . . . being who you are, etc.
The book opens with, Peace is making new friends and #3 says, "Who is Peace?" and starts pointing to each of the five children on the page and asking, "Is that Peace?" The third page reads: Peace is listening to different kinds of music and there's a picture of a person in a turban playing a recorder to a snake coming out of a basket, and he says, "Oh, that's Peace."
I can't wait for the day he sees a snake charmer on the Travel Channel or something like that and yells out, "That's Peace!!!"
One year for Christmas, I took our daughter to the dollar store for her to pick out a gift for Dad. I know, big spender. (This was probably the Christmas when she was two.) She chose a small vanilla scented statue of Jesus that had adhesive on the bottom to stick on a dashboard or something similar.
Fast forward a few months and we go visit my husband at his office. I pointed out to her that he had the Jesus statue on his bookshelf. She took a whiff and said, "Ummm. It smells like Jesus in here."
#3
It is a favorite bedtime ritual in our house to read stories. Sometimes I choose the stories, sometimes the kids do. The other night I chose The Peace Book by Todd Parr (if you don't have this book, I highly recommend getting it). Each page begins with the phrase: Peace is . . . followed by some action, ie. . . .sharing a meal, . . .keeping the street clean, . . . being who you are, etc.
The book opens with, Peace is making new friends and #3 says, "Who is Peace?" and starts pointing to each of the five children on the page and asking, "Is that Peace?" The third page reads: Peace is listening to different kinds of music and there's a picture of a person in a turban playing a recorder to a snake coming out of a basket, and he says, "Oh, that's Peace."
I can't wait for the day he sees a snake charmer on the Travel Channel or something like that and yells out, "That's Peace!!!"
Monday, October 20, 2008
Our Sunday Chaos
Yesterday was an especially weird day. #1 and I began the day by cheering on my friend and mother of daughter's friends in a triathalon. I might have been inspired for a new sport, except I'm not such a strong swimmer.
The preschool where #2 & #3 attend is run by a church and yesterday was Preschool Sunday, and the 3 & 4 year olds have been practicing two songs. So we packed up for church early and were guests in the preschool's church, and what do you know, the boys wouldn't sing. We sat in a pew and watched their classmates sing. Okay, no big deal.
Then we proceeded to our church. #3 throws a major tantrum in the middle of Sacrament Meeting and puzzle pieces go flying. Nice. I ask #1 if she'll help pick up the puzzle pieces, to which she agrees because she's that kind of a kid (thank goodness). She's bending down on her heals leaning forward and bumps her elbow and is jolted upright by the pain and then her eyes roll back in her head and she goes over backwards. I look at her and see her eyes rolling around but she's not responding to me, and I freak out. Hubby and I jump up and try to get her out of the chapel, get her some water and he takes her to get some food. After further evaluation, her blood pressure was probably low from being almost horizontal, and then with lack of circulation because she was sitting on her heels, well you get the picture. She was/is fine.
Nothing like having your child pass out to get your heart pumping. Then when we realized she's okay, I was drained.
We enter Primary, and our behavior problems are in full force, and I was off to the adult's classes to retrieve the parents of said children.
Hubby and I came home and looked at each other and said, "What the heck just happened?"
"We give up."
The preschool where #2 & #3 attend is run by a church and yesterday was Preschool Sunday, and the 3 & 4 year olds have been practicing two songs. So we packed up for church early and were guests in the preschool's church, and what do you know, the boys wouldn't sing. We sat in a pew and watched their classmates sing. Okay, no big deal.
Then we proceeded to our church. #3 throws a major tantrum in the middle of Sacrament Meeting and puzzle pieces go flying. Nice. I ask #1 if she'll help pick up the puzzle pieces, to which she agrees because she's that kind of a kid (thank goodness). She's bending down on her heals leaning forward and bumps her elbow and is jolted upright by the pain and then her eyes roll back in her head and she goes over backwards. I look at her and see her eyes rolling around but she's not responding to me, and I freak out. Hubby and I jump up and try to get her out of the chapel, get her some water and he takes her to get some food. After further evaluation, her blood pressure was probably low from being almost horizontal, and then with lack of circulation because she was sitting on her heels, well you get the picture. She was/is fine.
Nothing like having your child pass out to get your heart pumping. Then when we realized she's okay, I was drained.
We enter Primary, and our behavior problems are in full force, and I was off to the adult's classes to retrieve the parents of said children.
Hubby and I came home and looked at each other and said, "What the heck just happened?"
"We give up."
Sunday, October 12, 2008
To Play or Not to Play
One of our favorite things to do is go to the park to have a little family baseball game. Hubby or I will pitch, and the kids take turns fielding and hitting. It's usually a pretty enjoyable experience, a few negotiations about "one more pitch" or "one more hit," maybe some tears, but generally, it's fun.
BUT . . .
. . . as is the case with parks in general, there are other people there, which is usually a good thing, except when it comes to the family baseball game (or any ball game we've intended to play at the park). After we've been going for a little while, a kid who doesn't belong to us, will skirt around the fringes, start shagging some balls, and before you know it, they're struggling with #2 over whose turn it is to bat next.
Hubby's point is this, "I came to the park to pitch balls to my kids, not your's. I didn't come to the park to referee 6 kids fighting over the next swing (with the bat, we hope), it's tough enough with 3, so would you kindly butt out."
I get it. Sure I do. But where do you draw the line? Our kids will usually ask to play with other kids in their ball games at parks and other parents are gracious enough to consent. I don't mind so much except when one of our children isn't in the mood for sharing one of his parents. He does so well with one on one attention, especially when it involves Dad and a ball. Maybe it's different for me being with them the majority of every day, that I don't mind mixing it up a little and playing with other kids at the park because we do have a lot of one on one time, so the hour Hubby has to play with the kids at the park on a Sunday afternoon is precious to him. During the week it gives me a chance to speak to other adults at the park during the day, where he's not at the park to make friends, he's there to play with his kids.
Sometimes, we've taken balls and mitts and if other kids don't have a mitt, they usually don't ask to play, but any other sort of ball game seems to be free reign.
I clearly understand both sides of the issue (Economy? War in Iraq? Equality in marriage? BHAA, we're talking real issues here) I'm just not sure how what the protocol for diplomacy is in resolving this one. I'm up for any suggestions you have. Give it to me straight. I don't need it sugar coated, my skin is pretty thick.
I'm serious.
BUT . . .
. . . as is the case with parks in general, there are other people there, which is usually a good thing, except when it comes to the family baseball game (or any ball game we've intended to play at the park). After we've been going for a little while, a kid who doesn't belong to us, will skirt around the fringes, start shagging some balls, and before you know it, they're struggling with #2 over whose turn it is to bat next.
Hubby's point is this, "I came to the park to pitch balls to my kids, not your's. I didn't come to the park to referee 6 kids fighting over the next swing (with the bat, we hope), it's tough enough with 3, so would you kindly butt out."
I get it. Sure I do. But where do you draw the line? Our kids will usually ask to play with other kids in their ball games at parks and other parents are gracious enough to consent. I don't mind so much except when one of our children isn't in the mood for sharing one of his parents. He does so well with one on one attention, especially when it involves Dad and a ball. Maybe it's different for me being with them the majority of every day, that I don't mind mixing it up a little and playing with other kids at the park because we do have a lot of one on one time, so the hour Hubby has to play with the kids at the park on a Sunday afternoon is precious to him. During the week it gives me a chance to speak to other adults at the park during the day, where he's not at the park to make friends, he's there to play with his kids.
Sometimes, we've taken balls and mitts and if other kids don't have a mitt, they usually don't ask to play, but any other sort of ball game seems to be free reign.
I clearly understand both sides of the issue (Economy? War in Iraq? Equality in marriage? BHAA, we're talking real issues here) I'm just not sure how what the protocol for diplomacy is in resolving this one. I'm up for any suggestions you have. Give it to me straight. I don't need it sugar coated, my skin is pretty thick.
I'm serious.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Recent Musings
I took my own advise and finally wrote blog ideas down in my little notebook I carry around in my purse.
~~Recently our sons' preschool had a family dinner with pizza and a puppet show. In principle it was a great activity (. . . here's the BUT), except for the Webkinz raffle. I'm sure the planners had nothing but good intentions when they decided to hold the raffle. The dinner and entertainment was all free, so it's not a big deal to hold a raffle for $1/ticket. No big deal, right?
WRONG!!!!!
My single-minded little 5 year old can't get his mind off the stuffed animals sitting on the table. My sweet husband took him outside for most of the evening to divert his attention. The poor kid was ready for nuclear meltdown well before the raffle was to occur. And then it happens, the raffle and two other kids win. No Kidding!?!? #2 can't even think straight he's so disappointed. After a long day and he's tired, this is not a pretty sight. I think he cried . . . LOUD, all the way home, and then when we got home, and finally just collapsed.
Perhaps I'll suggest further raffles be things for the adults, hopefully we can handle ourselves better when we don't win than #2.
But there's a silver lining to this black, black cloud.
The next morning, I was recounting the events to my dear friend. She suggested her children hadn't discovered the evils of Webkinz yet, (but she has a few on hand for when they do) and she volunteered to make a special delivery from the Webkinz Elf to #2 on Monday afternoon. And "Oh the joy. The joy, joy, joy!" (I think that was supposed to be "noise," but I'll take a little poetic licence with that one.) Thus Alvin joined our family, a quiet beagle, who has brought a smile to one little 5 year old's face that continues to this day.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Webkinz Elf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~~We live in a city where Tuesdays are free days at some of the museums. The first Tuesday of the month happens to be the favorite of my children . . . Dinosaur Museum (aka Natural History Museum), Science Museum, and the Model Railroad Museum. It's a great way to spend a Tuesday with thousands of your closest friends who also love free things. I love that we live so close to these great museums and we can go once a month, and I can let the kids wander to whatever interests them that day. It happened to be the contraption that shot small balls out of the mouth of a frog, simulating the way a Darwin's Frog belches its babies from its mouth. I'm sorry I didn't take a picture because they loved it! Something else they loved was pushing each other through a conveyor belt intended for produce at the mock grocery store, or shapes in the building department. I love the way they explore things and figure out what works in their brains. I usually sit back and watch, and wait for them to come get me and show me what they did or discovered or built. We spent three and a half hours at the one museum, so we didn't even get to see the dinosaurs. We'll hit that one first next month.
~~Wednesday morning was the preschool trip to the Pumpkin Patch. Heaps of fun!! But we're going through a bit of a heat wave and on the way home we discussed what to do for the rest of the day, and we decided to go swimming. Yep, it's October and we're going to the pool because it's just too hot to sit indoors in our 100 year old house with no air conditioning, and the sun is just too hot if I'm not in the water, but you won't hear me complaining. It was a glorious day! So glorious, in fact, we went back the next day.
I LOVE this town!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
That'll teach me
Yesterday morning I came home from my spin class to a silent house. I made lunches, breakfasts and was well on my way to a productive first day of preschool for my boys, class for myself and I even had a lovely blog post parading through my mind. I knew hubby was on the computer upstairs, so I opted to continue my productivity downstairs, passing up the possibility of blogging on my iPhone because the screen is a little too tedious for long posts. Little did I know that if I waited longer the thoughts would drift away and my lovely images would scatter with the calls for weather reports, lost shoes, pencils, butt wiping and the likes of my day.
Now I know why people keep notebooks on their nightstands and write things down in the middle of the night or whenever things come to them.
Now I know why people keep notebooks on their nightstands and write things down in the middle of the night or whenever things come to them.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Your-in trouble!!!!
Last Friday, I noticed our downstairs bathroom was starting to smell. . . like an out-house. So I scoured the toilet. Hubby washed the shower curtain, bath mat, mopped the floor and scoured the rest of the surfaces. Smelled like a dream. Until yesterday when the smell resurfaced. What the heck!?!?!?
Daughter and I were in the car alone today and I asked her about this. Not accusing, just to see if she had any pertinent information. Yep! "#2 pees in the plant."
"HE DOES WHAT?????"
Apparently, he's doing us a favor by watering the large potted plant we have in the bathroom.
Daughter and I were in the car alone today and I asked her about this. Not accusing, just to see if she had any pertinent information. Yep! "#2 pees in the plant."
"HE DOES WHAT?????"
Apparently, he's doing us a favor by watering the large potted plant we have in the bathroom.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I'm a nerd
Yesterday I started a new class. It's Nutrition 150, a prerequisite for a BSN degree, and one of two classes I haven't taken yet. I walked onto campus, with my new notebook in hand, complete with a map of the campus and a copy of my schedule. I went to the bookstore and bought my $121 book to go along with my $60 class. (Urrrrgggghhhh) I bought my parking pass and went to sit on a bench and wait for my class to start.
As I sat in class and listened to the first day speal, I got excited. I love learning new things, and taking tests and doing assignments. Since my undergrad days, I now love multiple choice tests and assignments where there are right and wrong answers, without the essays I used to write for english and political science classes. I'm turning into a science nerd. I think I like the order and structure of the hard sciences that I don't have everyday in my life.
I really like school, having a schedule for myself and deadlines and objectives. The deadlines and objectives and schedules I make in my planner don't really seem the same. I think I like the control I have over myself when I'm in class. Or maybe I like the fact that I can sit there for 90 minutes and no one is going to pull on me or sit on me or throw pillows at me. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not in charge of anyone else but me when I'm sitting in a class. It seems so much easier to accomplish things in school than it does in non-school-life. I don't remember feeling like this when I was in school full time.
The grass is always greener somewhere else.
As I sat in class and listened to the first day speal, I got excited. I love learning new things, and taking tests and doing assignments. Since my undergrad days, I now love multiple choice tests and assignments where there are right and wrong answers, without the essays I used to write for english and political science classes. I'm turning into a science nerd. I think I like the order and structure of the hard sciences that I don't have everyday in my life.
I really like school, having a schedule for myself and deadlines and objectives. The deadlines and objectives and schedules I make in my planner don't really seem the same. I think I like the control I have over myself when I'm in class. Or maybe I like the fact that I can sit there for 90 minutes and no one is going to pull on me or sit on me or throw pillows at me. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not in charge of anyone else but me when I'm sitting in a class. It seems so much easier to accomplish things in school than it does in non-school-life. I don't remember feeling like this when I was in school full time.
The grass is always greener somewhere else.
Update to the Porcelan gods
I think we've got it!!! Or he's got it, rather. He'll take himself, anytime and I couldn't be happier for him (and me).
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Praying to the Porcelain Gods
A few years ago, this meant something vastly different. But as the mother of at soon-to-be three year old we're singin' the praises of the potty these days!!! After day two and only one accident (and even a #2 in the potty), I've got nothing to complain about . . . but is it too much to ask that a trip to the bathroom not interfere with dinner on the table ready for everyone to sit down and eat at 7:45 pm.
It's late, it's been a long day, I ran six miles, have been without a husband for three days because he's trying a case this week, we've endured the bank opening savings accounts for three little people, Trader Joe's for apples that weren't there, CVS for potty treats and Walgreens for a certain plastic daggar that #2 had to have and I said he could get if he was good. So dinner's on and #3 decides he wants a "cow tail" and that's a poop treat, so he's off to the potty, but it's not just a sit there and do your business trip, it's an I've got to be completly naked and need my special potty seat from upstairs and I'm just going to sit there and wait trip. Oh, and did I mention that I ran 6 miles and haven't showered yet, and I STINK and can hardly stand to be in the same room as myself!!!
To those of you who are going through the same thing, I'm sorry to complain, I know there are many many many more things to complain about with regards to getting out of diapers. My life is pretty good, all in all.
It's late, it's been a long day, I ran six miles, have been without a husband for three days because he's trying a case this week, we've endured the bank opening savings accounts for three little people, Trader Joe's for apples that weren't there, CVS for potty treats and Walgreens for a certain plastic daggar that #2 had to have and I said he could get if he was good. So dinner's on and #3 decides he wants a "cow tail" and that's a poop treat, so he's off to the potty, but it's not just a sit there and do your business trip, it's an I've got to be completly naked and need my special potty seat from upstairs and I'm just going to sit there and wait trip. Oh, and did I mention that I ran 6 miles and haven't showered yet, and I STINK and can hardly stand to be in the same room as myself!!!
To those of you who are going through the same thing, I'm sorry to complain, I know there are many many many more things to complain about with regards to getting out of diapers. My life is pretty good, all in all.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Long Lost Love
I'd forgotten how much I love camping. This past weekend we took the fam up into the hills for a two night camping trip with two other families from our daughter's school class.
IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!
I think that since the birth of #2, I'd convinced myself that camping was way too much work and not worth the headache, but boy was I wrong. While it was a little bit of a chore getting everything together, once we got there, all six kids were off into the woods. There was a very cool open space that was shaded and had a huge fallen tree in the middle that was across a small road from our campsite, that the kids called their "clubhouse." They were off exploring and creating.
At one point in the weekend, the group divided into groups and #2 was in the cooking group and came to me asking for a plate and knife and Twinkie, to serve to the other groups. He came back a few minutes later and said, "They loved it!!!" Of course they did, I wanted to say, it's a TWINKIE!!!
I realized that while staying in a hotel may have some creature comforts:
-many pillows
-soft beds
-a flush toilet within a few feet instead of a few hundred feet
-a shower
-temperature control
-no bugs (I hope)
BUT there are also a few drawbacks, like:
-everyone in a confined space and when you want to say "go play," they can only jump from bed to bed
-there is usually a TV, which doesn't really work for my crew
-entertainment requires serious effort - packing everyone in the car, making sure we have enough snacks/diapers/water/time to see or do what will fill the time
I'm now ready to go at a moments notice!! Bring on the woods!!!
IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!
I think that since the birth of #2, I'd convinced myself that camping was way too much work and not worth the headache, but boy was I wrong. While it was a little bit of a chore getting everything together, once we got there, all six kids were off into the woods. There was a very cool open space that was shaded and had a huge fallen tree in the middle that was across a small road from our campsite, that the kids called their "clubhouse." They were off exploring and creating.
At one point in the weekend, the group divided into groups and #2 was in the cooking group and came to me asking for a plate and knife and Twinkie, to serve to the other groups. He came back a few minutes later and said, "They loved it!!!" Of course they did, I wanted to say, it's a TWINKIE!!!
I realized that while staying in a hotel may have some creature comforts:
-many pillows
-soft beds
-a flush toilet within a few feet instead of a few hundred feet
-a shower
-temperature control
-no bugs (I hope)
BUT there are also a few drawbacks, like:
-everyone in a confined space and when you want to say "go play," they can only jump from bed to bed
-there is usually a TV, which doesn't really work for my crew
-entertainment requires serious effort - packing everyone in the car, making sure we have enough snacks/diapers/water/time to see or do what will fill the time
I'm now ready to go at a moments notice!! Bring on the woods!!!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Lazy Summer Days
I love beginning the days reading stories to my children in bed.
Next, I love it when I ask them for a few minutes, (uninterrupted (ha ha!) on the computer so I can pay bills), and I overhear the make believe game they've created. Our sons have developed recurring dog characters, Rex & Rover, who visit our house and according to my mom, "it's amazing how they stay in character." So they'd come up with a dog school, and our daughter was the teacher/principal or something like that. They entertained themselves for about an hour with this game. We were all happy as clams.
We were in desperate need of a Costco trip, so we went, came home, made lunch and put away everything while they watched School House Rock. What is better than getting out of the car and hearing your son sing, "Lolly lolly lolly, get your adverbs here." I had to put my hand on my head to keep from floating away.
I love having nothing to do.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Happy Birthday, Big Boy!!
I just returned from #2's birthday gift. He turns 5 on Tuesday, and this weekend was Comic Con, so being a boy who loves superheroes and action figures, we decided this would be a fun way to spend the afternoon with him.
We planned for my husband to take him yesterday, but after a quick visit to QuickCare for a muscle strain the his chest (my husband, not my son), he was not capable of walking anywhere, let alone a huge convention center, I accompanied my son this afternoon. We were only there for less than two hours, but that was the perfect amount of time for his attention span.
His eyes were wide, and he refused to take a picture with anyone in costume, but he was happy to stand next to replicas. We just wandered and he led me by the hand where he wanted to go. It was great!! I love time with one child where they are in charge of what they want to see, and where to go.
We bought some action figures: Batman, Martian Manhunter, Evil Batman (didn't know that one existed), the Riddler, and a free Nemesis Prime. I found secret pleasure watching him open the boxes on these collectors editions and play with them. Evil Batman has lost an arm, but oh well, it's a toy!
Happy Birthday to you!!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
bedtime
Like most parents, I read stories to my children before bedtime. It's one of our favorite times of the day, #2 especially, he'll listen as long as I will read. Tonight I was reading to all three children, but since I have only two sides, conflict erupted over who could lie next to Mom. #1 and #2, being bigger won out. #3being the creative person he is, poked his little head between the book and my stomach and proceeded to lie on top of me, leaving me just enough room to see the book. Good times.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
#2
Our second child, a son is 4, almost 5. Beginning last February (2007) we started down a rough road with him. He was violent. The first question people always ask me is, "What does he watch on TV." To which I responded, "Sesame Street, Cyber Chase, BackYardigans, The UpsideDown Show," basically PBS and Noggin, nothing violent. That is the time my husband relocated to our current location and we finished the school year and tried to sell our house, so I figured it was our son's way of dealing with Dad being gone for two weeks at a time, and the general turmoil in our lives. I thought the violence would pass when we got back together again. It didn't. We made a big move, so I excused it again because it was a fairly traumatic event in the life of a 4 year old.
It got to a point where I felt like I was taking a pit bull to the playground. I never knew what would set him off, so I was constantly on edge, afraid he would hurt someone badly. One day, he pushed down an 18 month old neighbor, hitting her head on the corner of our flagstone step and had a giant goose egg on her forehead. I was mortified. The next day I made an appointment with two places to have him evaluated by a behaviorist and child psychologist.
A few weeks later, I heard a piece on NPR about children and their play, and thought, "my kids rely too much on others to entertain them." That happened to be the same day when I spoke with my dad and he mentioned how kids these days are severely lacking in interpersonal skills because they rely too heavily on video games and TV. So I turned off the TV. From then on, they watch maybe 2 hours a week.
It was a night and day difference with #2. He no longer lashed out at other kids. He was no longer irritated by the tags in his shirts or underwear. He didn't freak out if his socks had a wrinkle in them. He did whine for the TV every so often, but now he rarely asks. One of the professionals said that the way images on TV are made these days, sometimes children have a tough time integrating the brain activity while they're watching a show into their body and it causes them to become irritable and hyper-sensitive to things. When I picked him up at camp today, he and some other kids were playing Candyland, so I waited while they finished. He didn't win and was really disappointed, and went off and cried. I know he's just tired from a full day of activities like he's never had before, and he likes to win, but the crying was nothing like a tantrum he might have thrown six months ago, and I'm so glad.
I just checked on him, asleep, and just had to smile for the way things have turned out. It seemed like a really rough spell with him, but now we get to enjoy each other. He always asks me why words are what they are, so for his birthday I found a few etymology books for him, and he's excited about it. Today he asked me if we could make strawberry jam again, and I am so excited to do that with him.
My husband and I have struggled over sending him to kindergarten in the fall, and decided to keep him in preschool for one more year, and I am thrilled about that. This week he's in summer camp. When I pick him up after 3:30, I realized that we don't really have much time to do the fun things we like to do, like make jam, so I'm extra excited that we get another year to explore together.
He's such a cool kid, I'm so glad he's mine.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
nighttime
It's 11:23 pm. according to my computer's clock, my french doors are open onto my balcony and there are birds chirping noisily in the tree on my street. They seem to do this every night. They're not owls, mind you, but actual songs and chirping. I thought they only did this when the sun came up. I wish I had a way to identify their calls. Maybe they're telling me I should go to bed, tomorrow is Father's Day and my husband will be gone all day, so it's really "mother's day," I have a lot planned and ought to be well rested with lots of patience so I don't yell at three of the four people who are the most dear to me. Thank you for beautiful reminders.
Good night.
Blogging World
I have a friend/acquaintance who has a blog, so I decided to check out her links on the side. I am curious to know if I am just overly paranoid, or if there are really freaks online who will look at pictures of my children (if I put them online) and track us down if I put too many distinguishing characteristics of us on my blog. I know a lot of people who really put their life stories online, complete with photos and location. Am I a paranoid freak for not trusting the mysteries of the online world with my life? I certainly trust the web with my credit card information when I make purchases.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Young & Old
I don't feel old. I feel like I'm relatively good with technology. I know how to send an e-mail, write a blog, find pdf directions of how to put the new bed together, download books and music, etc. I'm getting better at texting, thanks to my friend who has a real job, and can't always talk on the phone. But do I need to get a Facebook/MySpace page? I've never even been to those websites, ever. (Like the people who say, "You have to watch out for pornography on the internet, sometimes it just jumps out at you and you can't get away fast enough." When does this happen? In my 15 years online, I've accidentally come across pornography once. Yep, I was working in elections, looking for a legitimate website four previous, but had since been turned into a porno site.) Are these two social webistes what separates the generations? I'm not sure because my husband invited me to join his LinkedIn contacts. But I haven't joined because I'm not really interested in networking, unless there are people who can tell me how to add more hours into the day so I can do my laundry, or help me keep my house in order while spending time with my children, or decent people to watch my children while I go out during the day, or who can move my name up on the waiting list for the nursing program that's closest to my house). I feel like I've done pretty well for myself in a new town, and online. Maybe it's time I recognize that thirty-something is no longer young, but what is the inbetween called, because I certainly don't feel old.
The Room Saga
A week or two ago, our daughter was in tears at bedtime because one of her friends said her room was "small and oldish." This is my daughter's friend who has a little of a mean girl slant to her, but also has some great qualities, too. Our daughter has gotten in with her and another girl and the drama ensues, regularly . . . much too regularly for my comfort in first grade.
My husband and I subsequently discussed how the room situation for our children is a little out of whack. Our daughter sleeps in the small room with a twin bed, but the boys' train table and toys in her room and also the four year old's clothes in the closet. (When we moved to this house, I had intended for the small room to be the four year old's because he's the middle child and I thought he could use his own space, before our daughter needed her own room, but he didn't want to sleep in there alone and we haven't yet changed the closets). In our discussion we recognized the potentially tough situation we'd be putting ourselves in if we immediately bought her what she needed in order to face her friend. (One of the other complaints about her room was that she doesn't have a tv in her room, but we refuse to budge on that, ever, so she'll have to get over that one). Also, how do we address the lesson here that there will always be people who have things nicer and better than you, or people who don't like what you have, so what you need is to be happy with what you have/are, and you'll be fine, etc.
With that said, we found a smokin' deal on craigslist for a bed, 6-drawer dresser and nightstand. So we bought it. We put it together last night and it looks great!! But there's one problem, we have a twin mattress and the bed frame is for a full.
Ironically, I think she still likes it.
Gender equality
On our way home from a picnic yesterday, my four year old asked me, "Mom, is there a Mississippi Road?"
Me: "Yes, there's also a Mississippi River."
Him: "Is there a Mister-sippi River?"
Me: "No."
Him: "No fair."
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Chop Chop Ziggy Ziggy
Yesterday was haircut day at my house. I cut the two boys, and then took the scissors to my own hair. I don't really have the patience to get my hair cut professionally anymore - I hate scheduling appointments, then scheduling a sitter or coordinate with my husband to watch kiddos, and then the cost. . . forget it!! So I hacked it myself with help from our niece. I was pleased to have it off my neck and I didn't have to pay from my neck. Everyone's happy.
Friday night was the auction/raffle for my 4 year-old's preschool, and guess what I won. You guessed it, not one, but TWO haircuts.
I think the hair gods are trying to tell me something.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Marathon
Well, I did it! I successfully completed my first marathon, and I loved it (the running part). Afterwards, I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself, but the 26.2 was very fun. I ran most of the race with a friend I've been training with and that was wonderful. I've never run a race with another person, let alone one I've trained with for four months. It was a nice capstone.
My dear friend joined me on the course for a couple of miles which was so much fun. Our club coach and another member of our team came and ran the last couple of miles with us. I'm pretty convinced that 26.2 isn't such a big deal (mileage itself), it's being alone with your thoughts for 4+ hours (which is extremely rare in my case), so it was great to have people to run with. It was also great to see my family along the route.
Later in the day, I was exhausted, and slept for three hours, and then promptly forgot that we have a hot tub. That could have helped the recovery a little. Monday and Tuesday after the race, I could barely make it down the stairs, my quads were so sore. Wednesday was even better, and after a massage on Thursday (one hour on just my legs), Friday I feel back to normal.
I think I've found a new/old hobbie. New, because I've never run that far before, and old because I've always been a runner. When I was a sprinter in high school, I used to fake injury if our training run was anything over a mile, now 8miles is an easy run. If my coach could only see me now.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Shades of Gray
I'm in the middle of my 10 day vacation in the Carribean. It's wonderful to say the least. Today we began our day by renting scooters. After about 20 minutes wobbling along streets I didn't know, almost laying it down, and basically being terrified, I decided to go back. No problem, because I had plenty of reading material for the beach.
In my bag, I had the two most recent issues of The Sun. One article in particular struck me, Stories For An Unborn Son. The gist of the piece was this: a woman is a carrier for a certain genetic disorder (hypohidrotic ectodermal dysplasia, or HED) that is passed from mother to son, sometimes. According to the author, it makes life difficult because the particular genetic mutation is that the son is born without sweat glands, and a few other manifestations of the disorder. The author discusses her desire to have a child, be pregnant, etc., but she struggles with the thought of knowingly bringing a child into the world whose life would be very difficult. There are tests available now to determine if a fetus has the disorder, or is merely a carrier (as is usually the case for girls) or does not have the disorder at all (which is possible, too). So she struggles with what she would do if presented with the hypothetical, or the cost of IVF and creating an embryo that does not have the disorder or is a carrier.
This essay reminded me that what we need from other people is love and understanding. I know of a friend who aborted a fetus with a genetic disorder, and whether it was an easy decision for she and her husband to make, or very agonizing, I have no idea, but who am I to say it's horrible, or wrong, etc.? What I mean is this: I think we would better as a community, nation, human race if more people gave each other a little leway for the things they do. Each of us have our struggles, and I think the last thing we need is to add the judgements of others on top.
But here is where I'm stumped. How do I teach this to my children who live in a very black and white world?
In my bag, I had the two most recent issues of The Sun. One article in particular struck me, Stories For An Unborn Son. The gist of the piece was this: a woman is a carrier for a certain genetic disorder (hypohidrotic ectodermal dysplasia, or HED) that is passed from mother to son, sometimes. According to the author, it makes life difficult because the particular genetic mutation is that the son is born without sweat glands, and a few other manifestations of the disorder. The author discusses her desire to have a child, be pregnant, etc., but she struggles with the thought of knowingly bringing a child into the world whose life would be very difficult. There are tests available now to determine if a fetus has the disorder, or is merely a carrier (as is usually the case for girls) or does not have the disorder at all (which is possible, too). So she struggles with what she would do if presented with the hypothetical, or the cost of IVF and creating an embryo that does not have the disorder or is a carrier.
This essay reminded me that what we need from other people is love and understanding. I know of a friend who aborted a fetus with a genetic disorder, and whether it was an easy decision for she and her husband to make, or very agonizing, I have no idea, but who am I to say it's horrible, or wrong, etc.? What I mean is this: I think we would better as a community, nation, human race if more people gave each other a little leway for the things they do. Each of us have our struggles, and I think the last thing we need is to add the judgements of others on top.
But here is where I'm stumped. How do I teach this to my children who live in a very black and white world?
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I ditched church today
Well, after an involuntary hiatus (child #3 dropped our laptop) I'm back online. While I was away I had many experiences where I thought to myself I need to write about that on my blog but I couldn't. So as in my sporatic journaling over my 32 years, I will begin with today. I'm a little rusty at this writing thing, so please be gentle.
I ran a half marathon this morning. It was great! I finished a tough course, pushed myself a little, and still paid enough attention to my body to know when to take a break when I needed it.
A few comments:
I woke up at 3:45 am this morning to prepare, make sure I found a parking spot, made it to the shuttle, etc. I arrived at the start before 6am. Which was great for what I thought was a 6:30 start. But no, it didn't start for another hour. My husband said, And you didn't have your book. But I could have, because they had a clothing drop off at the start and pick up at the finish. I've learned my lesson.
Early on in the race, there was a car driving through the runners. It was somewhat dangerous and a little annoying, but I moved on. There were other runners who couldn't, for whatever reason. They proceeded to throw cups of water on her car and block it from moving any faster than about a 9 minute mile pace. There was probably a time in my life where I might have been one of those runners. (This next statement is by no means meant to be boastful or say Shame on them, merely to recognize that I've come a long way on the road to being the person I want to be). I commented to the woman I was running with, "Gosh, I'd feel bad if she were trying to get to someone who was injured on the course." And I really meant it. As a runner, in a race of about 10,000 people, cars should not be on the course, or clearly separated, but I'd like to think she really needed to get somewhere and that was her best option, or maybe she was just stupid, but I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Around mile 11 on the course I witnessed a beautiful thing. Picture this: a man in a wetsuit, with a surfboard in one arm and a 2-3 year old little girl in the other, people running by, people cheering, lots of commotion. He bent down for her to capture a butterfly that was landing on the sidewalk. It was wonderful to be reminded me of the way children force us adults to look around and enjoy the moment. I think I need that lesson about once an hour.
I've always run alone, until this past few months when I joined a running club to train for an upcoming marathon. The half marathon today was a warm up, but not everyone from the club ran, and aside from matching t-shirts, we weren't a group today. No set meeting place before or after. I just so happened to find two women from the group that I run the long distances with. One woman was so excited for the race, she was out ahead of us before we reached the first mile. I ran about 7 miles with the other women, and then I needed more liquid, so she went on ahead of me. No problem, I probably would have done the same thing. I found people along the way who had the same pace for a while, but I refuse to be random comment girl and start up conversations with a complete stranger because our feet happen to move at the same pace some of the time. It wasn't until the end when I had no one to congratulate, or congratulate me, that I felt a little sad. I certainly wasn't going to say to my husband, "Husband, arrive at the finish at 9:30, fight the crowds, keep three kids together and happy and come hug your sweaty wife when she crosses the finish line." I've taken three kids enough places to know what's worth the effort . . . this was not. With that said, I still longed to see someone I knew. The marathon will be a different story, with my family, and the running group . . . I hope.
I ran a half marathon this morning. It was great! I finished a tough course, pushed myself a little, and still paid enough attention to my body to know when to take a break when I needed it.
A few comments:
I woke up at 3:45 am this morning to prepare, make sure I found a parking spot, made it to the shuttle, etc. I arrived at the start before 6am. Which was great for what I thought was a 6:30 start. But no, it didn't start for another hour. My husband said, And you didn't have your book. But I could have, because they had a clothing drop off at the start and pick up at the finish. I've learned my lesson.
Early on in the race, there was a car driving through the runners. It was somewhat dangerous and a little annoying, but I moved on. There were other runners who couldn't, for whatever reason. They proceeded to throw cups of water on her car and block it from moving any faster than about a 9 minute mile pace. There was probably a time in my life where I might have been one of those runners. (This next statement is by no means meant to be boastful or say Shame on them, merely to recognize that I've come a long way on the road to being the person I want to be). I commented to the woman I was running with, "Gosh, I'd feel bad if she were trying to get to someone who was injured on the course." And I really meant it. As a runner, in a race of about 10,000 people, cars should not be on the course, or clearly separated, but I'd like to think she really needed to get somewhere and that was her best option, or maybe she was just stupid, but I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Around mile 11 on the course I witnessed a beautiful thing. Picture this: a man in a wetsuit, with a surfboard in one arm and a 2-3 year old little girl in the other, people running by, people cheering, lots of commotion. He bent down for her to capture a butterfly that was landing on the sidewalk. It was wonderful to be reminded me of the way children force us adults to look around and enjoy the moment. I think I need that lesson about once an hour.
I've always run alone, until this past few months when I joined a running club to train for an upcoming marathon. The half marathon today was a warm up, but not everyone from the club ran, and aside from matching t-shirts, we weren't a group today. No set meeting place before or after. I just so happened to find two women from the group that I run the long distances with. One woman was so excited for the race, she was out ahead of us before we reached the first mile. I ran about 7 miles with the other women, and then I needed more liquid, so she went on ahead of me. No problem, I probably would have done the same thing. I found people along the way who had the same pace for a while, but I refuse to be random comment girl and start up conversations with a complete stranger because our feet happen to move at the same pace some of the time. It wasn't until the end when I had no one to congratulate, or congratulate me, that I felt a little sad. I certainly wasn't going to say to my husband, "Husband, arrive at the finish at 9:30, fight the crowds, keep three kids together and happy and come hug your sweaty wife when she crosses the finish line." I've taken three kids enough places to know what's worth the effort . . . this was not. With that said, I still longed to see someone I knew. The marathon will be a different story, with my family, and the running group . . . I hope.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I love Valentine's Day . . .
. . . just like I love every other day (or try to at least). I love this day, not for the wonderful surprises one might expect, but simply for the opportunity to set apart a day for LOVE. It's a great thing when you stop to think about it. I know, every day ought to be about love, but there's just a different feeling when everyone thinks about it at the same time, all day long.
We don't get worked up at our house about big gifts, or gifts at all for that matter. I like to buy my children a t-shirt they can wear on this day, and I usually find a book for each of them, but not much beyond that. The real gift is watching my children make their own valentines for their classmates. I was so excited to watch #2 write his whole name on each heart, about 25 times, and he actually seemed to be enjoying himself. That's a gift in and of itself. I loved watching #1 heft her bag home and feel grateful that there's a new rule in school, bring a valentine for each child in the class, so it's not a popularity contest like I remember this day as a child. There are only 15 children in her class, so it's not like there's a much room for a contest, but still.
I hate the way this day has turned into a frenzy. Buy these roses, chocolates (my goodness, the lines in the chocolate shops today was unreal!!), pjs, "to show that special someone you really care." My husband left for work before I woke up this morning, and is still there at 9:53pm. We took him dinner (a heart shaped pizza with heart pepperoni, salad and cupcake), and maybe I'll see him before I fall asleep, but if I don't, I'm confident in his love for me. I don't need a day dictated by whomever to tell me I'm loved, I already know that.
But I've come a long way.
It was Valentine's day eleven years ago when my husband, then, an acquaintance in the apartment complex, called to ask me out. Well, at this time, there was a popular book called The Rules out which dictated the rules of dating. It was all a big game with rules like: if you didn't get asked out by Wednesday for that Friday, you're busy (that's what you would tell said guy), even if you were going to sit home by yourself. So he called, and my best friend/roommate told him I was busy (because it was Valentine's day and I should have been busy) and we proceeded to do absolutely nothing. It was a horrible day because I couldn't grasp these so-called rules, like I'm sure many teenage & twenty-something guys and girls who get so let down on days like this. Darn those marketers who convince the general population that this day is a big deal, and you better go all out, and if you don't, you're a loser.
How about enjoying what you have and who you have to spend it with, huh? Isn't that enough?
That's Rule #1 in my book.
We don't get worked up at our house about big gifts, or gifts at all for that matter. I like to buy my children a t-shirt they can wear on this day, and I usually find a book for each of them, but not much beyond that. The real gift is watching my children make their own valentines for their classmates. I was so excited to watch #2 write his whole name on each heart, about 25 times, and he actually seemed to be enjoying himself. That's a gift in and of itself. I loved watching #1 heft her bag home and feel grateful that there's a new rule in school, bring a valentine for each child in the class, so it's not a popularity contest like I remember this day as a child. There are only 15 children in her class, so it's not like there's a much room for a contest, but still.
I hate the way this day has turned into a frenzy. Buy these roses, chocolates (my goodness, the lines in the chocolate shops today was unreal!!), pjs, "to show that special someone you really care." My husband left for work before I woke up this morning, and is still there at 9:53pm. We took him dinner (a heart shaped pizza with heart pepperoni, salad and cupcake), and maybe I'll see him before I fall asleep, but if I don't, I'm confident in his love for me. I don't need a day dictated by whomever to tell me I'm loved, I already know that.
But I've come a long way.
It was Valentine's day eleven years ago when my husband, then, an acquaintance in the apartment complex, called to ask me out. Well, at this time, there was a popular book called The Rules out which dictated the rules of dating. It was all a big game with rules like: if you didn't get asked out by Wednesday for that Friday, you're busy (that's what you would tell said guy), even if you were going to sit home by yourself. So he called, and my best friend/roommate told him I was busy (because it was Valentine's day and I should have been busy) and we proceeded to do absolutely nothing. It was a horrible day because I couldn't grasp these so-called rules, like I'm sure many teenage & twenty-something guys and girls who get so let down on days like this. Darn those marketers who convince the general population that this day is a big deal, and you better go all out, and if you don't, you're a loser.
How about enjoying what you have and who you have to spend it with, huh? Isn't that enough?
That's Rule #1 in my book.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Dinner Time!!!
I heard a story on NPR this morning that has made me think, all day. I often hear stories that give me pause, many things are interesting and help me get beyond the minutia of my day, but this story caused me to reevaluate my role as a mother more than anything I have read/heard in a long time.
The story had to do with how time spent at the family dinner table is the greatest predictor of success in a child's life. I've heard this a lot, but dismissed it because my husband gets home too late from work to eat together as a family. I realized there's nothing stopping me from sitting down with my children at the table to have a meal with them instead of standing over them at the island while they eat and I do stuff. I'm sure the results are the same for single parents, the point is time spent with your children.
Over the years, I have found many excuses not to sit down with them:
1. they think the food I like is disgusting, and I don't really feel like eating Mac & Cheese (even though I claim not to be a short order cook, there are very few meals that all of us like)
2. in order for a good evening, I like to feed them around 5-5:30, and I'm not really hungry that early
3. if I sit down with them they constantly ask for things, so I'm standing more than I'm able to sit
4. sometimes it's hard to have 4 different plates of leftovers hot at the same time, so "you eat when your food's ready"
I'm sure I could come up with a million other excuses to continue doing what I've done in the past, but I figure I'm lucky enough to start this now and make it a habit, not when they're 16, 14, & 12.
So I started tonight. This time, the food I made, really was disgusting. #2 wanted drumsticks when we went to Trader Joe's today, but I hate meat on the bones, (especially chicken because all the veins show through), thus I'm not very skilled at this type of preparation. I put it in the crockpot with some cream of chicken soup, and it was gross!!!! Despite the grossness, the four of us sat and talked (well, three of us sat, #3 was done before I finished cutting). #1 told me about her Chinese new year celebration at school, and the significance of dragons and lanterns. I usually ask her on the way home from school to tell me what was fun about her day, or what she had for lunch, or who she sat next to, or what specials she had (I keep asking until she starts talking), but this time, I could actually look at her face while she was talking, instead of having her look at the back of my head while I'm driving. I felt like I actually had time for her and the boys, there was no where else I had to be, and it was GREAT!!!
If you don't already do this with your family, I highly recommend it.
The story had to do with how time spent at the family dinner table is the greatest predictor of success in a child's life. I've heard this a lot, but dismissed it because my husband gets home too late from work to eat together as a family. I realized there's nothing stopping me from sitting down with my children at the table to have a meal with them instead of standing over them at the island while they eat and I do stuff. I'm sure the results are the same for single parents, the point is time spent with your children.
Over the years, I have found many excuses not to sit down with them:
1. they think the food I like is disgusting, and I don't really feel like eating Mac & Cheese (even though I claim not to be a short order cook, there are very few meals that all of us like)
2. in order for a good evening, I like to feed them around 5-5:30, and I'm not really hungry that early
3. if I sit down with them they constantly ask for things, so I'm standing more than I'm able to sit
4. sometimes it's hard to have 4 different plates of leftovers hot at the same time, so "you eat when your food's ready"
I'm sure I could come up with a million other excuses to continue doing what I've done in the past, but I figure I'm lucky enough to start this now and make it a habit, not when they're 16, 14, & 12.
So I started tonight. This time, the food I made, really was disgusting. #2 wanted drumsticks when we went to Trader Joe's today, but I hate meat on the bones, (especially chicken because all the veins show through), thus I'm not very skilled at this type of preparation. I put it in the crockpot with some cream of chicken soup, and it was gross!!!! Despite the grossness, the four of us sat and talked (well, three of us sat, #3 was done before I finished cutting). #1 told me about her Chinese new year celebration at school, and the significance of dragons and lanterns. I usually ask her on the way home from school to tell me what was fun about her day, or what she had for lunch, or who she sat next to, or what specials she had (I keep asking until she starts talking), but this time, I could actually look at her face while she was talking, instead of having her look at the back of my head while I'm driving. I felt like I actually had time for her and the boys, there was no where else I had to be, and it was GREAT!!!
If you don't already do this with your family, I highly recommend it.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
When Yes may mean Yes, but probably means No
For the record . . . I HATE ballot measures.
In my life before motherhood, I was the Voter Outreach Coordinator for the state. I worked in the Elections Office and was highly involved in elections on a non-partisan level (even though I worked for a Republican administration). It was there when I realized the craziness of ballot measures, be they referenda or initiatives (there is a difference).
An initiative is a proposal to enact a law. A referendum seeks to repeal a law before it takes effect; the electorate is asked to decide on the law just as the Legislature and governor did (from an article on California gaming ballot measures).
My frustration stems from the way ballot measures always seem to be full of double negatives and legal jargon that the average Joe can't make heads or tails of, let alone decide if they want to vote yes or no. My husband and I spent so much time talking and researching the language of certain ballot measures that our votes still canceled each other because I meant to vote no and voted yes. He knows people in his office who purposefully skipped over those particular issues because they were too confusing . . . for an attorney, they didn't even make sense!!! How is this even possible? (Please no lawyer jokes here, I'm married to one.) That aside, how do the election gods expect Joe Average, working at the drive thru at McDonalds, making $8/hour (yes I am making assumptions about people who hold low level service jobs, but insert any job that requires a high school diploma or equivalent) to vote on something that doesn't make sense to the highly educated, six figure income members of the population (now it may seem like I'm assuming that salary is directly proportional to smarts, but I know better)? The beauty of our system is that Joe Average's vote counts just as much as the highly educated person, however when it doesn't make sense to either one and no one in between, how does that help anyone???
Having been involved in drafting legislation, I know these things are riddled with attorneys. I know that members of state legislatures have legal counsel to write and advise when drafting legislation. Laws go through many drafts and committees and tweaking, but when I vote for a state legislator, I subscribe to the theory that I'm voting for the person who I think will do the best job and make the best decisions with the information they have with the best intentions for their constituents. I expect them to research the issues and use good judgment in voting. I elect someone to do that because I don't have the means to do that myself. It's not my time or season for serving in that way right now. It's their job to address the issues.
So it makes my blood boil when ballot measures come up on election day because while some people think it's a great way for people to take part, I say "Baloney!!!" Ballot measures are so twisted that people skip them all together, feel one way and vote only to find out later they should have voted the other way, or just vote all yes or all no on principle. Once again, how does this help us? I thought we lived in a representative democracy.
For the record, I politely decline to sign any petitions when approached outside Trader Joe's or place where registered voters may frequent. And it's not because I may have one to three children with me at any given time sitting patiently/screaming/fighting, I tell them I don't want to vote for anything on the ballot but candidates.
In my life before motherhood, I was the Voter Outreach Coordinator for the state. I worked in the Elections Office and was highly involved in elections on a non-partisan level (even though I worked for a Republican administration). It was there when I realized the craziness of ballot measures, be they referenda or initiatives (there is a difference).
An initiative is a proposal to enact a law. A referendum seeks to repeal a law before it takes effect; the electorate is asked to decide on the law just as the Legislature and governor did (from an article on California gaming ballot measures).
My frustration stems from the way ballot measures always seem to be full of double negatives and legal jargon that the average Joe can't make heads or tails of, let alone decide if they want to vote yes or no. My husband and I spent so much time talking and researching the language of certain ballot measures that our votes still canceled each other because I meant to vote no and voted yes. He knows people in his office who purposefully skipped over those particular issues because they were too confusing . . . for an attorney, they didn't even make sense!!! How is this even possible? (Please no lawyer jokes here, I'm married to one.) That aside, how do the election gods expect Joe Average, working at the drive thru at McDonalds, making $8/hour (yes I am making assumptions about people who hold low level service jobs, but insert any job that requires a high school diploma or equivalent) to vote on something that doesn't make sense to the highly educated, six figure income members of the population (now it may seem like I'm assuming that salary is directly proportional to smarts, but I know better)? The beauty of our system is that Joe Average's vote counts just as much as the highly educated person, however when it doesn't make sense to either one and no one in between, how does that help anyone???
Having been involved in drafting legislation, I know these things are riddled with attorneys. I know that members of state legislatures have legal counsel to write and advise when drafting legislation. Laws go through many drafts and committees and tweaking, but when I vote for a state legislator, I subscribe to the theory that I'm voting for the person who I think will do the best job and make the best decisions with the information they have with the best intentions for their constituents. I expect them to research the issues and use good judgment in voting. I elect someone to do that because I don't have the means to do that myself. It's not my time or season for serving in that way right now. It's their job to address the issues.
So it makes my blood boil when ballot measures come up on election day because while some people think it's a great way for people to take part, I say "Baloney!!!" Ballot measures are so twisted that people skip them all together, feel one way and vote only to find out later they should have voted the other way, or just vote all yes or all no on principle. Once again, how does this help us? I thought we lived in a representative democracy.
For the record, I politely decline to sign any petitions when approached outside Trader Joe's or place where registered voters may frequent. And it's not because I may have one to three children with me at any given time sitting patiently/screaming/fighting, I tell them I don't want to vote for anything on the ballot but candidates.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Young and Old
Today I watched my youngest son interact with our elderly neighbor, and it was priceless. Yesterday our neighbor asked us to take him to buy cat food for his cat. My son wouldn't say a word or even look up at him (and he even bought #3 a donut), but today was a different story. #3 greeted our neighbor as he came across the street to ride with us to pick up my daughter. Then while we were getting in the car, #3 sat on the armrest in between the two front seats and talked to him, noticed he had a few scratches and needed a band-aid, tickled his ear. All this while the other two watched in amazement and they'll barely speak to our neighbor. He's old, I think he's had a stroke because he drools (which really unnerves #2). I was touched to see my young child not recognize things that might otherwise bother other children and adults for that matter.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
We Thank Thee Oh God
President Gordon B. Hinckley has died at 97. I am saddened by this news because I loved listening to his words. He was the kind of man who made me feel like I was doing a good job (at anything) and was always able to make suggestions for improvement in one's life that were reasonable and good. I feel like I heard on a number of occasions things like: Husbands, be good to your wife. Wives, use softer voices. Children, obey your parents.
(The above are not direct quotes, merely my impression.)
I appreciated the way he always seemed to build people up and wanted everyone to feel welcome. His messages were simple and universal in that we can all be better to each other. That to me seems like a prophet for the world.
In our last stake conference, (it was a satellite broadcast from SLC), President Hinckley gave 4 points for a happy home. (I sure wish I wasn't stopping someone from writing on the wall of the church, or punching another child for touching his toy, but such is my lot right now, and I'm praying that his remarks will be transcribed and made available online. I'll post them when I find them.)
I will miss his kind and heartfelt words this upcoming April and many general conferences to come. I will miss the love that I felt in listening to him speak and reading his words. But what a great day for him to be reunited with his wife of over 60 years who passed away almost four years ago. Thank goodness there is more than just our time on Earth.
(The above are not direct quotes, merely my impression.)
I appreciated the way he always seemed to build people up and wanted everyone to feel welcome. His messages were simple and universal in that we can all be better to each other. That to me seems like a prophet for the world.
In our last stake conference, (it was a satellite broadcast from SLC), President Hinckley gave 4 points for a happy home. (I sure wish I wasn't stopping someone from writing on the wall of the church, or punching another child for touching his toy, but such is my lot right now, and I'm praying that his remarks will be transcribed and made available online. I'll post them when I find them.)
I will miss his kind and heartfelt words this upcoming April and many general conferences to come. I will miss the love that I felt in listening to him speak and reading his words. But what a great day for him to be reunited with his wife of over 60 years who passed away almost four years ago. Thank goodness there is more than just our time on Earth.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
A few more of my favorite things
This past weekend #2 and I flew home to visit my dad for the long weekend. The first meal I had was at my favorite burrito shack. I practically fasted for two meals before just to fully appreciate the meal. And it was all I've hoped for and waited for over a year.
While I was home, I was able to meet my college roommate and her husband for lunch one day. She and I were assigned to a quad our freshman year and since we were both from the same town, I called her before we arrived on campus. After hanging up the phone, I thought, "Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?" She sounded terribly boring on the phone. She told me later that I'd woken her up and she was a little disoriented. Anyway, she has become one of my favorite people. I love her sense of humor and her honesty. She is a true friend, who I could not talk to for a month or more, and we'd just pick up where we left off. The thing that makes me smile is that her husband has the same dry sense of humor and mild manner that she does. I feel like I've known him forever because they just seem like two parts of the same whole.
My best friend and I have recently started making ponchos for little girls. The two most recent ones are pictured above (I'm not quite the blogging genius I might like to be in order to put the images right where I'd like them, oh well). I love being creative and useful.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Out of the mouth of babes
#2 has been complaining that his head hurts and he said his eyes hurt when he closed them. I suggested that maybe he has what I had yesterday.
He said, “What did you have yesterday?”
“A head cold,” I responded.
“Oh, I guess I have a head hot, and an eye hot, too.”
Yep.
He said, “What did you have yesterday?”
“A head cold,” I responded.
“Oh, I guess I have a head hot, and an eye hot, too.”
Yep.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Things that I look forward to
Here's a list, in no apparent order, and by no means exhaustive:
- The Sun - a magazine
- Brain, Child - a magazine
- Chinaberry - a catalog/website with cool stuff
- The Tattered Cover - a bookstore in Denver
- This American Life - a radio show on NPR
- A Prarie Home Companion - another radio show on NPR
- TED Talks - interesting ideas
- Lost - a TV show
- 24 - another TV show
- The Amazing Race - another TV show that satisfies my desire to travel (right now)
Just thought I'd share.
- The Sun - a magazine
- Brain, Child - a magazine
- Chinaberry - a catalog/website with cool stuff
- The Tattered Cover - a bookstore in Denver
- This American Life - a radio show on NPR
- A Prarie Home Companion - another radio show on NPR
- TED Talks - interesting ideas
- Lost - a TV show
- 24 - another TV show
- The Amazing Race - another TV show that satisfies my desire to travel (right now)
Just thought I'd share.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Your life vs. the one you were given
At what point in an adult's life does it become your own? What I mean by this is it seems like people spend a lot of time explaining away their behavior as a function of the way they were raised. I'm not sure there is a person out there who had a perfect childhood, whose parents fell short of the ideal, large or small. So when is it no longer okay to blame it on your upbringing, and time to take control of what you are and what your life has become?
I've heard recently from people who were raised in the LDS church that they've become disillusioned with the church itself. For instance, what happens when you've been raised to see the Bishop of your ward as "the judge in Israel" (which some people translate into somehow a perfect person) and he ends up being a child molester, or something not as heinous, maybe he has an affair or whatever happens to people. Or if your bishop tells you and your spouse you should have children, when you think it's none of his business. They're not perfect. But what do you do with the information that your Bishop is not the perfect person you were raised to believe him to be?
Or what about if someone gives a talk at General Conference (bi-annual meeting of the entire church broadcast via satellite where talks are given by church leadership) that you don't necessarily agree with? Case in point, this past October Julie Beck, General Relief Society President gave a talk entitled Mothers Who Know. There are many who view this talk as putting women back in the home, barefoot and pregnant. That's a little exaggerated, but you get the picture. I heard the talk and read it later and viewed it as an ideal, something to aim for, but consciously avoided internalizing it in any way because I feel like I'm doing the best I can and am not in a position to pile on anything else right now. I think she may even make some statements that I flat out don't agree with, and I'm okay with that, too, so I basically ignore it.
Not being raised in the church, I have a different perspective on church leadership. Joining as an adult, I think I have enough sense (I hope) to know what is right for myself, and enough sense to figure out when I need to pray about a certain principle to find out what is true. Isn't that what the church is based on? This is one of the reasons joining the church made sense to me, I didn't have to believe anyone just because they said it was true (and still don't have to), I can find out for myself, as can every member of the church.
With that, what is one to do when they disagree with something someone says at General Conference, or one of the church's positions on something? I don't have the answer, but I have come across something that until today, I wasn't aware of as a philosophy, but think there's real value in.
A friend of mine recommended an article in a magazine, The Sun (one of my favorite magazines) regarding a Japanese philosophy called Naikan (which I'm not going to explain, simply say "read the article." It's the interview with Gregg Krech.) It resonates with me in that if we concentrate on the things we've been given in our lives from the people around us, we're in debt. I think this can be translated into an LDS perspective in that if we attribute everything we've been given, people, things, opportunities, to God, we're still in debt. Even further, no matter if we're Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu or Atheist, we have many things in our life to be grateful for, and if we acknowledge how they came to us, and recognize them as sources of gratitude, our lives will be enriched, and we will stop being concerned about the potential misconceptions we were raised on, and start looking at what we can contribute to the whole with the knowledge we now possess. The knowledge is that we are in debt to God, to the universe, to the people around us for where we are today, and there's no time like the present to move forward and be a positive force instead of look back and complain. Like it or not, we cannot change the past, but have all the power in the world to change the way we act in the present and look forward to the future.
I've heard recently from people who were raised in the LDS church that they've become disillusioned with the church itself. For instance, what happens when you've been raised to see the Bishop of your ward as "the judge in Israel" (which some people translate into somehow a perfect person) and he ends up being a child molester, or something not as heinous, maybe he has an affair or whatever happens to people. Or if your bishop tells you and your spouse you should have children, when you think it's none of his business. They're not perfect. But what do you do with the information that your Bishop is not the perfect person you were raised to believe him to be?
Or what about if someone gives a talk at General Conference (bi-annual meeting of the entire church broadcast via satellite where talks are given by church leadership) that you don't necessarily agree with? Case in point, this past October Julie Beck, General Relief Society President gave a talk entitled Mothers Who Know. There are many who view this talk as putting women back in the home, barefoot and pregnant. That's a little exaggerated, but you get the picture. I heard the talk and read it later and viewed it as an ideal, something to aim for, but consciously avoided internalizing it in any way because I feel like I'm doing the best I can and am not in a position to pile on anything else right now. I think she may even make some statements that I flat out don't agree with, and I'm okay with that, too, so I basically ignore it.
Not being raised in the church, I have a different perspective on church leadership. Joining as an adult, I think I have enough sense (I hope) to know what is right for myself, and enough sense to figure out when I need to pray about a certain principle to find out what is true. Isn't that what the church is based on? This is one of the reasons joining the church made sense to me, I didn't have to believe anyone just because they said it was true (and still don't have to), I can find out for myself, as can every member of the church.
With that, what is one to do when they disagree with something someone says at General Conference, or one of the church's positions on something? I don't have the answer, but I have come across something that until today, I wasn't aware of as a philosophy, but think there's real value in.
A friend of mine recommended an article in a magazine, The Sun (one of my favorite magazines) regarding a Japanese philosophy called Naikan (which I'm not going to explain, simply say "read the article." It's the interview with Gregg Krech.) It resonates with me in that if we concentrate on the things we've been given in our lives from the people around us, we're in debt. I think this can be translated into an LDS perspective in that if we attribute everything we've been given, people, things, opportunities, to God, we're still in debt. Even further, no matter if we're Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu or Atheist, we have many things in our life to be grateful for, and if we acknowledge how they came to us, and recognize them as sources of gratitude, our lives will be enriched, and we will stop being concerned about the potential misconceptions we were raised on, and start looking at what we can contribute to the whole with the knowledge we now possess. The knowledge is that we are in debt to God, to the universe, to the people around us for where we are today, and there's no time like the present to move forward and be a positive force instead of look back and complain. Like it or not, we cannot change the past, but have all the power in the world to change the way we act in the present and look forward to the future.
Good Times
The last few days have been great, mostly because I've had the patience and peace of mind to enjoy what's going on. For myself, I've been able to run, catch a few chapters in my book while the kids are playing on the playground, and manage to keep on top of housework. I've also been able to laugh with my children while they dance, read stories at the library, watch a movie with them, and just BE with them.
The irony of the evening occurred when we came home from making birdhouses at the library. Child #3 fell asleep in the car, much to my chagrin because I've recently discovered that naps=late late bedtime for him. I got him out of the car and he proceeded to cry about everything, the show on TV, the location of his new birdhouse, the color of my hair (not really, but it sure felt like it), on and on. In the car earlier I gave the kids the option of pizza, mac & cheese or soup for dinner. #1 chose mac & cheese, #2 chose pizza, and #3 wanted mac & cheese. The older two were more than happy with their choices, but #3 was of course a wreck, too hot, too cold, so I offered him pizza, but the plate was the wrong color. By this time I just pulled out some spinach for myself, and he went crazy. He had two bowls before he even attempted his pizza. Oh, and he stopped crying, and is now happily playing with his brother & sister.
Good times.
The irony of the evening occurred when we came home from making birdhouses at the library. Child #3 fell asleep in the car, much to my chagrin because I've recently discovered that naps=late late bedtime for him. I got him out of the car and he proceeded to cry about everything, the show on TV, the location of his new birdhouse, the color of my hair (not really, but it sure felt like it), on and on. In the car earlier I gave the kids the option of pizza, mac & cheese or soup for dinner. #1 chose mac & cheese, #2 chose pizza, and #3 wanted mac & cheese. The older two were more than happy with their choices, but #3 was of course a wreck, too hot, too cold, so I offered him pizza, but the plate was the wrong color. By this time I just pulled out some spinach for myself, and he went crazy. He had two bowls before he even attempted his pizza. Oh, and he stopped crying, and is now happily playing with his brother & sister.
Good times.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
I've created a monster . . . Part 2
I admitted in my previous post about purchasing small things for my children, that sometimes it's worth $3-5 to avoid a struggle. Today, I sadly realized this is much more my problem, than it is my son's.
This morning I ran into Target (is it ever possible to run quickly into Target?) to purchase a change of clothes for my youngest son who threw up in the car on our way to a funeral. Just inside the door was the $1 Spot, and what did I do? Picked out a small thing for each of my children. Why!?!?!?! No one was with me begging and crying for a toy, just me and my purse and my mission for an emergency change of clothes in case he vomited again. I walked out feeling pretty good about my purchases (I also found a cool fancy jacket for myself on sale for $13), and it was about an hour later when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm the one in need of deprogramming just as much, if not more, than my son.
I guess I'm the monster that needs recreating.
This morning I ran into Target (is it ever possible to run quickly into Target?) to purchase a change of clothes for my youngest son who threw up in the car on our way to a funeral. Just inside the door was the $1 Spot, and what did I do? Picked out a small thing for each of my children. Why!?!?!?! No one was with me begging and crying for a toy, just me and my purse and my mission for an emergency change of clothes in case he vomited again. I walked out feeling pretty good about my purchases (I also found a cool fancy jacket for myself on sale for $13), and it was about an hour later when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm the one in need of deprogramming just as much, if not more, than my son.
I guess I'm the monster that needs recreating.
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