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Remember the Sunsets: The Last Day of School

Today was The Last Day of School and it makes me feel old… aged… older… aging…. sad.

When my life evolved to the point where it made sense to have a baby, I pictured myself the mommy of a soft baby, with buttercream for skin. Forever. My daydreams never veered. The whole world was pastel and cooed… Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star was the theme song that played softly in my dreamy, baby mamma heart. 

Imagine my surprise when I learned that lasted, like, a month.

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A little reminder:

Take a little time to stop

and smell

and inspect

and pick

and stare

and generally lollygag around, about and IN

the flowers weeds.

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I fell in love all over again.

It seems that lately, the strongest emotion I feel towards my children is irritation. Like right now - they should be in bed, but they are not becauseIhavenoideawhy. I grind my teeth. I seethe. Profanities tear through my mind like farts tear through a digestive tract after a bean feed.

I like the word “fart”. It just has a ring to it. I also like “myocardial infarction”. It sounds like an educated person’s way of saying “fart”, except it is totally not. It’s another way to say “heart attack”. But saying “myocardial infarction”  sound so much more… edumacated-like. Don’t you agree? I digress, in the worst sort of way. It’s how I cope. See I am not even focusing on the fact that mykidsarestillnotasleepandtheyshouldbeand *gasp* Iamlosingmymind…

This morning I fell in love with Lucy all over again. I find I get lost in the “to do’s” of the day and let the schedule shape my emotion and approach toward my children. Shame, shame, shame… Continue reading ‘I fell in love all over again.’

Party shortcuts: a few ideas on a Strawberry Shortcake party.

As I age, my standards get lower and lower and lower. Kind of like my… whatever…. 

My first child’s first birthday party had 2 character cakes (Bob & Larry of VeggieTales), goody bags, a BBQ with homemade salads, hand chopped produce, homemade side dishes, and hand made invitations as well as thank you cards… and like, 50 people.

Then there was his 8th birthday party - the one that was 4 months AFTER his birthday.

I’m thinking moderation is key. Joel’s first birthday was one extreme, his 8th was another. Funny how these events reflect the state of My mind… uber mania vs. uber guilt.

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Naptime Gone Bad

Whoever said “Silence is golden”…

never knew a 3 year old who was supposed to be taking a nap.

Above: The “Silencers”

Below: Only part of Silent Non-napper’s artistic creation

If one looks closely - one can see little chunkies on those sweet fingers.

“Chunky what?” Nearly an entire jumbo tube of glue stick. Good times…. good times.

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Twins, except not really. But kinda.

My Lucy is on the right, and her friend “E” is on the left. “E” was born on the same day as Lucy, at the same hospital as Lucy… just rooms away. Our families didn’t know each other then, but now our girls go to preschool together. This picture was taken at their recent field trip to the local fire department. “E” has become a precious friend to Lucy. It’s important to have good friends - who have your back - even when you’re BOTH only 3…

 

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The Exciting Journey That Is: Potty Training

My daughter is 3. She is not potty trained. But she tells us immediately after she’s peed in her diaper.

I PEED!

Yup. You know you envy me.

Yesterday, she was having a hard time going, #2. It was such hard work that she fell asleep while sitting at the kitchen table drinking apple juice - in hopes of making the task of “clearing the passage” a bit “smoother”.

When she woke up I suggested we move her to the potty and try there…

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Through the Eyes of a 3 Year Old

I chose to wear a skirt today (nothing fancy, a sweatpant-material skirt). The weather people promised sun. But when I awoke this morning… no sun.

***Now, I have been faithfully applying my Jergens Natural Glow lotion (also clinically proven to firm skin! *sha-right*) to hide my pasty Pacific Northwest whiteness… I have been anticipating the day the sun would shine. It is May after all… Crimony! I believed if I just wore the skirt and showed my artificially tannish legs - the power of the two would make the sun burn away the gray clouds. After a number of chilly-legged hours this a.m… the power of my skirt and the glow of my legs burned away the chill and gloom! Yay Me!***

Upon seeing my bare legs for the first time in, oh, her memory (she’s only 3)… she said, “I don’t like that girt (skirt) Mama.”

“What?” I paused… dare I ask? I dared. *cringing…eye twitching*

“Why?” I asked aloud, and inside my head I pleaded, “Please don’t say I look gross, please don’t say my legs look disgusting….”

Lucy answered, “Because ore (your) naked.” 

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I do not take many showers alone. C’mon folks - I have a 3 year old daughter! She often strips down, tells me she needs a shower too, breaks out the scrubber brush and cleans my shower while I shower not alone. To her - the shower is Mommy’s territory. I do love me my shower and I work hard to make it happen almost everyday. Sure, there are better things I could be doing - like dishes or blogging, but this girl needs to get her shower on. I’m nicer that way.

Just had to set the stage… Now, Daddy usually gets alone shower time. We all are most comfortable with that, but if one has ever met a 3-year-old, one is aware of the fact that boundaries are not an innate character trait in these littlest of people.

One recent morning, Lucy decided to check on Daddy - in the shower. She said,

Are you taking Mommy’s shower?

That’s my girl - protecting Mommy’s territory from the yucky boys.

Happy Mother’s Day To ME!!!

Oh people. People! Why was my mother’s day happy? Well… for starters - if you have been here before you can see the BEAUTIMOUS changes on this here site. My very talented, creatively inspired, staying-up late to tweak and perfect, loving, adoring and cutie-pie husband… redesigned my site!

When I saw it - I tenderly touched my laptop screen, and squeak-whispered, “I luh her…”

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Another example…

of my poor mothering…

We went to the park earlier this week. It was supposed to be in the low 60’s and sunny. That’s a heat wave around here. We dressed for the sun, but I did bring sweaters - just in case - because I am a good Pacific Northwest mom.

Anywho… I was busy swinging higher and better than Olivia (my 6 year old) when Lucy (age 3) went up to another mother across the park and asked, “Can you get me my sweater? I’m cold.”

I saw Lucy talk to the mom (who I later interrogated about her very cool nose piercing). I figured I should see what was up. So I got as much air as possible and did a back flip with a twist off the swing. I spouted “Neener, I’m better than you!” to Olivia. Then I ran off to make sure Lucy’s new mom was able to find that sweater. Kidding.

I dragged my feet and stopped the swing completely - so as not to break my old and fragile back. I told Livi I was proud at her efficient swing-pumping, gave a thumbs up, insisted she didn’t need another Under Dog to get more air, and left to check on Lucy and her new mom. I found out what Lucy needed, retrieved her sweater, and saved my girl from hypothermia. Then I returned to the mom Lucy nearly adopted and asked her all about her cute little nose stud.

And people wonder what I do all day.