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My “Baby”

I'm 3!!!

My Dearest Lucy Jean,

Look at you,3 and independent. “No, I do it Mama!” Girl, girl, girl… You are a hard worker, and most things you want to do “,by mysewf!” Well, unless it's something you don't want to do by yourself, then you just won't, or you will fight all the way trying not to do it.

Like a volcano, you are unpredictable. I think I know you. I make a decision based on that knowledge, and before I can take a breath you decided to be/do the opposite. Darlin', if there was anything “boring” or “predictable” left in my life - your adorable fire burned it all away. To ashes. Continue reading ‘My “Baby”’

“Today Really Sucks” by Jennifer Ingram

Since I tend to sit in a “half-empty glass”, I really have to make an effort to see the brighter side. So, despite my title, here is an attempt to look at the brighter side of some of today’s suckier attributes.

The bright side: In the history of sucky-days - this will not make the top 10, nor the top million, not even close… Continue reading ‘“Today Really Sucks” by Jennifer Ingram’

Second Grade Notes

2nd grade notes

I found this note in my son’s Valentine bag from school. This is so cute. It’s not from a girl - thank goodness. I’m not ready for that. I think this buddy wants to “talk shop” - Pokemon.

Comic Relief

In the midst of our sorrow - the kids give us relief from the burdens that adulthood bring…

On Sunday we saw a baptism being done near the spot our ferry was docking. Olivia was full of questions and comments about this thing called “BATHtism“. :)

Also on Sunday Joel made a comment about Handy Downs (we know them by their more popular name, “Hand Me Downs”). He giggled and said, “That’s funny how Handy Downs are called that because they really are handy!” :)

Lucy and dandelions…. “pree-e fowers“. Each day we take Joel and Olivia to school she squeals delightfully over the lovely yellow blooms that sprout everywhere. She examines them closely… Time is… what’s time? There are so many pree-e fowers to look at! She always says, “TWO pree-e fowers…” One is never enough.

Happy 8th…

Joel, buddy! How on earth did you get so big so fast?! 8! 8? When I was dreaming of you joining our lives, I never really imagined the “big boy” part of your life, it was all about diapers and burp cloths and crib sheets. NOW it's all about Nintendo DS Lite, Star Wars, and Light Sabers, and reminding you to wear socks with your shoes!

I ponder, what seems to be the clearest signs that you are truly a “Big Boy”? I suppose the pocket-knife your dad gave you for your birthday this year might be one clue. That's why boys need a daddy. Your Mamma would not have given you one - probably EVER! Oh, and fireworks. Your dad let you light fireworks this year. Oh. Dear.

How can these things be OK? I mean, 8 isn't THAT old? Actually, you have earned that privilege,. You have proven to be quite obedient, and the “careful” gene from your mother has passed on to you fairly undiluted (the Y chromosome dilutes it a bit). You are quite masterful at negotiations, but when it comes to honesty and obedience - dude, you rock.

You want to know what others tell me about you? “Joel is so sweet!” “Joel has such good manners.” “Joel is so considerate.” My friends tell me that you are awesome about saying “please” and “thank you”. You are gracious. It makes a Mamma proud. It is so precious how many people, from friends to strangers, comment on your sweet nature. *sniff*

Kid, we are a lot alike, except at 8 I liked Barbies. You, not so much. I did really dig my friend's Atari consul and could play Pac-Man and Frogger with my best friend for hours, But your games of choice are Mario Brothers and Pokemon. We both like order. When I finally clean an area, you ALWAYS comment on it. Just the other day I finally cleaned the refrigerator. You said, “Oh Mom! The fridge looks really nice. There's a lot of room in there.” I think you got a fun mix of dad and me. You have a longing for order (me) and the gift of encouraging words (your dad).

Your wallet. That's important these days. You are not a kid who is inclined to save for something big. You like gum and candy and arcades. You are cool with whittling your change away on the small stuff. You have a duct tape “bag” that dad made for you. It's filled with paper and pens and sticks and certain “collectible” objects. You have recently really gotten into paper and pens and drawing. Not long ago Mimi and Poppy had a yard sale and you chose “business gear” to keep your paper and all the important things you draw.

Funny boy. It appears you are acquiring your mother and father's senses of humor. We think it's the best, but we think that we're pretty funny. Like, when you gave Dad a “Happy Not You Day” card on Mother's Day.

Talker. Dude. Talk-er. You love (LU-HUV) to tell me what is happening in the movie while we are watching it. Not only do you tell me what he said/ she said/you said, you tell me what you said in your head while the situation was going down. I get to hear both the conversation with the people and the conversation in your head. Or, when you relay what you observed, you are clear to describe the situation as well as the running commentary you had going in your head. With you, there is no “short” story. As I proof-read this, it is clear you get that from me.

Right before your birthday you decided to take the bull by the horns and stop wearing Pull-ups at night. You have been such a deep sleeper, I didn't know when we'd graduate from those, but dude - you showed me. Thanks for saving us 20 bucks a month. I kinda feel like I should stick that in your savings account each month, but how many lattes would that get me???,

You da Bro - on all levels, Cutty. You torture Olivia sometimes - Tor. Ture. You play with Lucy, but just don't quite grasp how much stronger an 8 year old is compared to a 2 year old. On the flip side, if one of your girls gets hurt (unless you did it) you are THERE, ready to comfort and help. You feel so deeply when anyone gets hurt. Equally, if you are not shown similar compassion when you get hurt, your feelings hurt more that the pain on your body.

Olivia and you play hard and get along (pretty) well. Lucy can keep up too, but she is definitely the one you nurture the most. Recently, Lucy came to me with open arms, “Hold you Mama.” With raw meat juices on my hands, I told her I couldn't and said, “Go let Joel hold you.” Lucy said, “OK”. You were thrilled to have that snuggle time with her. You two sat on the couch and she watched you play your Nintendo DS (we always have to say the DS part),

If I could sum up 7 to 8 year in a few words I'd use compassion, emotional intensity and responsibility. I am thankful I had the opportunity to home school you during first grade. We enjoyed awesome discussions and I got to really learn who you are growing up to be. I am so excited to see the wonderful things in you change as you mature and discover. I pray your unwavering faith continues to grow and motivate your pure and compassionate heart, and I pray I continue to grow into the kind of Mom you need.

are my first… I know what it’s like to be the first-born. Thank you for growing with me as I learn how to be your Mom… I love you.

Toe Food

Olivia: Mom?

Mom: Yeah?

Olivia: Have you ever had toe food?

Mom: Toe Foodddddd?

Olivia: Yeah.

Joel: It’s not toe food, Livi, it’s tofu.

Olivia: Oh.


So I sez to Joel today…

because I pulled some strings and arranged for a friend to come over… and I rock.

Me: Say it… you gotta say it: Mizzzutha - you rock the hizzzooooooouuuuuuse!

Joel: Um. Mom. I don’t speak funk.

Well, la dee da. Don’t forget who starches the collar on your pink Izod polo, young man!

And there was laughter…

So, in all my complaining and fretting over surviving my third round of two, three, and four-ness, I am blessed with laughter.

People, I have funny kids. They favor their father in that way. He's a funny guy with a wicked-great sense of humor, and he is rubbing off on our children.

Mother's Day - Joel makes me another “Happy Mother's Day” drawing, but he made sure he didn't leave his dad out of the picture. His card said, “Happy Not You Day.”

The Downer - I wish I could remember the story Olivia was telling, but she had told about a situation that had an unfortunate outcome. For example, a kid not getting ice cream after eating all his dinner, She dramatically ended the story with a, “Bum, bum, bummmm,” You know, each “bum” going down a half-octave, ending on a flat - think murder mystery conclusion-type music. Where'd she come up with that?

Dancing/Jumping - Lucy finally took a few moments to let the TV baby-sit her. There was show on with singing and a jumping dance. Ah, jumping, her specialty. She jumped and hopped and jumped and hopped through the whole song, unaware of anything but her and her fellow hoppers on TV. Her arms were out as she struggled to balance each two-legged launch from the ground. She wasn't trying to be funny, but she was. Joel, who was supposed to be working on his math lesson, couldn't help but watch his little sister get lost in her favorite pastime. He said as he giggled with delight, “Mom, she is the cutest ever.” I think the “cutest ever” was watching her get lost in something she loved, while watching him get lost in something he loved, his littlest sister.

If you have cookie seeds…

THEN cookies could grow on trees.

Here’s how it went down:

Olivia: I wish cookies could grow on trees, but you’d have to have, to have, to have, to…
Joel: Yeah, you’d have to have cookies seeds.
Olivia: Yeah…
Both: Giggle, giggle, giggle…

I pinkie swear - rides in the car bring out the best conversations…

Last Night I Dreamt of….A Bagel?

Bagel

I admit it. I subject my kids to my “oldies”. Just as I listened to my mother’s 8 tracks and developed an appreciation for Linda Ronstadt, my children are developing an appreciation of my playlists… Madonna… and Michael Jackson…. and MC Hammer… and Devo.

As a child I sang along with songs like “You’re No Good”, “That’ll Be the Day”, and “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” (by Elton John and Kiki Dee)… Today, my kids are boppin’ along in the car to tunes such as “Whip It” and “You Can’t Touch This”. They also sing Veggie Tales and Cedarmont Kids songs, so they are not completely poisoned. I hope.

Anywho… as we blow our way through a fortune in gasoline, we fill our errand time in the car with music. What do the ears of my spawn hear in these classics of “my day”?

Apparently, Maddonna dreams of bagels. While the lyrics of “La Isla Bonita” might lead one to believe she dreamt of San Pedro, she IN FACT dreamt of a bagel… you know, that chewy bakery good that tastes best with cream cheese… “Last night I dreamt of a ba-a-gel.”

And it seems that Michael Jackson is not really singing about… well…. OK, I don’t know what he’s singing either. However, I am fairly certain he is not singing about eating hot dogs… BUT, forevermore, in the household of Ingram, the chorus of “Don’t Stop “til You Get Enough” will be sung, “Keep on. Eat a hot dog. Don’t stop ’til you get enough…” If this song WAS about consuming endless amounts of hot dogs, this might have been dedicated to Takeru Kobayashi.