I love my daughter.
She makes me laugh on some days and smile on the crazier ones. Last night I was sitting on the couch, and I looked out the door and saw a glow through the clouds. I said out loud "OOOO, what's that?!" and got up to see. It was the Moon Goddess glowing a beautiful yellowy glow in the sky. My five year old daughter and six year old son were jumping up and down trying to see. I told them to stand on the couch and they could look. They were in awe as much as I was. My son went up to bed shortly after, but my daughter just couldn't get a good enough look so she stood on top of the archway between our kitchen and living room to get a better view.
She gasped and then said "Mommy I just love the Moon Goddess". I was talking to a friend on messenger and giving her the play by play of what she was saying. I was smiling from ear to ear. "Mommy I love the Moon Goddess and God". I told her they love her too.
Then she said to me "Can we see the Goddess?" I told her we can see her every day in the stars and the sky and the moon and the trees. But she wanted to see her, in human form more or less I think. So I told her when she dreams she might get to see the Goddess. Then she went to the bathroom, and as she is sitting there she asks me "Mommy, can the Goddess see me on the potty?" I said "I guess she can", and she says "I don't want her to see me on the potty". LOLLL I said "well just ask her not to look and she won't look." Silence. Then she got up and asked me if we could go outside and look at the Moon Goddess. I said "sure". I ended my conversation with my friend and we headed outside.
I picked her up and she exclaimed, "There she is Mommy!" and she pointed over to the southeast sky. There she was. "I love you Moon Goddess" she said in her tiny little voice. Then she was pointing out all the stars and planets in the sky(those we could see anyway). She was asking me what color the planets were, and why the stars were so small. We stood out there for a good four or five minutes and then went inside.
As she was getting ready to go to bed, she says out loud "I love you Goddess I love you God." Then she said she loved me too and laid her head down on my lap. She said "I love you Goddess, I love you God" one more time and closed her eyes and went to sleep as I gently ran my hand across her hair.
I will say I do not honor a God, however, if she chooses to speak with a God or honor a God in her path I will not discourage her from it. I enjoyed sharing a spiritual moment with my daughter. I think it's refreshing to have a child's eye view of the deities as we are still a child of the Goddess and our spiritual journey is always a learning moment no matter how old we are. It doesn't have to be so serious all the time, and just as we can cry with our deities in our times of need or sorrow, we can laugh and get excited once in a while and even have some fun too while in their presence.
Blessed Be.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Strange Emotions
This morning I received a phone call from my ex-husband. The phone call came so early that I assumed something happened to one of my boys. Thank the Goddess they are fine(physically) however he informed me his father had passed away.
A flood of emotion overcame me as I listened to him tell me what happened, and it took everything in me to hold back the tears. My boys didn't take it very well and I could hear the sorrow in my ex-husband's voice. I honestly wanted to hug the man. I know I've spewed angry words about him, but we had a conversation the other day which I won't go into detail here about, and I basically made peace with him and everything that has transpired over the years.
I think about my boys, and I can hear in my mind, my son Christian talking about "Bampa". They loved their grandpa so much. Is it weird that I am morning the passing of my ex father-in-law? My ex and I were just talking about him the other day. He was telling me how he was still being stubborn and was living with my ex's younger sister. He was JUST alive three days ago. As my ex was speaking I was thinking back to when his mother passed away and how hard it hit him. He was much closer to his father and I can't imagine how he must be feeling right now.
My heart and prayers go out to my ex and his family, and most importantly my children. May the Goddess watch over all of them and heal their hearts in time. And may that man's spirit rest in peace.
A flood of emotion overcame me as I listened to him tell me what happened, and it took everything in me to hold back the tears. My boys didn't take it very well and I could hear the sorrow in my ex-husband's voice. I honestly wanted to hug the man. I know I've spewed angry words about him, but we had a conversation the other day which I won't go into detail here about, and I basically made peace with him and everything that has transpired over the years.
I think about my boys, and I can hear in my mind, my son Christian talking about "Bampa". They loved their grandpa so much. Is it weird that I am morning the passing of my ex father-in-law? My ex and I were just talking about him the other day. He was telling me how he was still being stubborn and was living with my ex's younger sister. He was JUST alive three days ago. As my ex was speaking I was thinking back to when his mother passed away and how hard it hit him. He was much closer to his father and I can't imagine how he must be feeling right now.
My heart and prayers go out to my ex and his family, and most importantly my children. May the Goddess watch over all of them and heal their hearts in time. And may that man's spirit rest in peace.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Nothing Like a Good Old Fashioned Little League Game
**Also Posted in my "Life at Forty" Blog**
I'm still excited when I think about my kids game the other day, so much so I had to share it with all of you.
We are in play off season here, and I'm telling you this is really intense. I was slightly disappointed in the coach and the assistant coach as neither showed up for the big day. We had a team of only 8 players, league rules state that's the fewest amount of players you can have to play in the game. Whew...we just made it.
The kids are excited, parents had their concerns, but overall we figured "well if we lose, there's always the fall season to look forward to, and the kids had fun." So we start the first inning. We were home team so the first batter gets to the plate, cracks a line drive to the kid on third base and he caught it.
"That's a good omen, huh?" I said as I grinned at the mom sitting next to me while we clapped. "3 up three down kids, come on you can do it!" I yelled.
Sure enough, one kid made it on base the two others were struck out.
We get up to bat and our team is on a roll, we had one forced out at first and ended up with five runs that inning as the kids just kept on bringing in their team mates.
I was so happy to see the dads out there and our team mom catching and coaching the bases, helping out my kids dad who was the other Assistant coach on the team. There was some good energy out there and despite the doubts about us winning this game, those kids persevered and it paid off in the end.
We had one grand slam, and three home runs total. These were the kids the main coach didn't want on his team in the fall and next spring. Those kids gave it their all and it showed in the final two innings.
Top of the fifth and one runner on second and my son was up to bat. He hit a fly ball to left field and we were screaming and yelling at him "run, run run!!!" in a fury of excitement, unaware of the poor little left fielder lying on the ground. The kids dad stopped my son and the other team mate from running a home run when he saw the injured boy on the ground. One run came in, and two outs later the other team came up to bat. We were ahead by 4.
The boy that was injured was fourth at bat. It was the sixth and last inning of the game, we needed to hold them to secure our teams victory. The pressure was on. He hit a home run that landed deep in center/right field, our kids little legs are going to get that ball and we watch as the other team scored they were ahead by two. We were glad to see that boy recovered from his injury, but worried about winning the game at this point. Two more kids out, inning over.
Now it's our turn.
We start off the inning with two strike outs. It wasn't looking good. The pressure was on to get those pitches in so the kids could get on base. It was a nail biter. The next batter up is the only girl on the team. She hits a double and my son is up next, followed by his twin brother. He gets to first base and his brother is up next. Ohhhhhhh, the pressure for us moms sitting in the bleachers and even more pressure on my poor baby. "Clean the bases" I tell him under my breath, "just clean the bases". He gets a strike, first one, don't panic, next pitch "CRACK!" it heads clear out to centerfield and hits the fence. He's running as fast as his little legs can go and we are all standing and yelling "RUN, RUN, RUN", he stopped at second base which is what they do to wait for 3rd base coach to direct them, I scream at the top of my lungs "RUN BABY RUN!" the coach is winding his arm to keep the kids moving towards home base. (oooo i'm getting chills just thinking of this moment again...good chills LOL) I see my boy coming around third base he looks at me and i'm smiling and tears are coming and I'm just elated as he hits home plate.
WE WON!
Oh the glory!
(Oh the relief. LOL)
Those kids, in that moment, it was moment that they will remember the rest of their lives. Hugging each other, jumping up and down in excitement, coaches shaking hands parents screaming in awe. Priceless.
I look at the mom sitting next to me, she sees my tears and I'm laughing hysterically behind my tears. I'm telling her "Happy Tears here, happy tears" LOL She's laughing with me.
Such an adrenaline rush I tell ya.
It's just sad their coach couldn't have been there to see it. It's even sadder that their team mates who were absent couldn't partake in that victory. These kids that won the game, may not be the "best" players in their coach's eyes, but as far as I'm concerned they are the BEST and the true winners in the league no matter if they win the play offs or not because they put their heart and soul into that game and it paid off in the end for all of them.
I'm still excited when I think about my kids game the other day, so much so I had to share it with all of you.
We are in play off season here, and I'm telling you this is really intense. I was slightly disappointed in the coach and the assistant coach as neither showed up for the big day. We had a team of only 8 players, league rules state that's the fewest amount of players you can have to play in the game. Whew...we just made it.
The kids are excited, parents had their concerns, but overall we figured "well if we lose, there's always the fall season to look forward to, and the kids had fun." So we start the first inning. We were home team so the first batter gets to the plate, cracks a line drive to the kid on third base and he caught it.
"That's a good omen, huh?" I said as I grinned at the mom sitting next to me while we clapped. "3 up three down kids, come on you can do it!" I yelled.
Sure enough, one kid made it on base the two others were struck out.
We get up to bat and our team is on a roll, we had one forced out at first and ended up with five runs that inning as the kids just kept on bringing in their team mates.
I was so happy to see the dads out there and our team mom catching and coaching the bases, helping out my kids dad who was the other Assistant coach on the team. There was some good energy out there and despite the doubts about us winning this game, those kids persevered and it paid off in the end.
We had one grand slam, and three home runs total. These were the kids the main coach didn't want on his team in the fall and next spring. Those kids gave it their all and it showed in the final two innings.
Top of the fifth and one runner on second and my son was up to bat. He hit a fly ball to left field and we were screaming and yelling at him "run, run run!!!" in a fury of excitement, unaware of the poor little left fielder lying on the ground. The kids dad stopped my son and the other team mate from running a home run when he saw the injured boy on the ground. One run came in, and two outs later the other team came up to bat. We were ahead by 4.
The boy that was injured was fourth at bat. It was the sixth and last inning of the game, we needed to hold them to secure our teams victory. The pressure was on. He hit a home run that landed deep in center/right field, our kids little legs are going to get that ball and we watch as the other team scored they were ahead by two. We were glad to see that boy recovered from his injury, but worried about winning the game at this point. Two more kids out, inning over.
Now it's our turn.
We start off the inning with two strike outs. It wasn't looking good. The pressure was on to get those pitches in so the kids could get on base. It was a nail biter. The next batter up is the only girl on the team. She hits a double and my son is up next, followed by his twin brother. He gets to first base and his brother is up next. Ohhhhhhh, the pressure for us moms sitting in the bleachers and even more pressure on my poor baby. "Clean the bases" I tell him under my breath, "just clean the bases". He gets a strike, first one, don't panic, next pitch "CRACK!" it heads clear out to centerfield and hits the fence. He's running as fast as his little legs can go and we are all standing and yelling "RUN, RUN, RUN", he stopped at second base which is what they do to wait for 3rd base coach to direct them, I scream at the top of my lungs "RUN BABY RUN!" the coach is winding his arm to keep the kids moving towards home base. (oooo i'm getting chills just thinking of this moment again...good chills LOL) I see my boy coming around third base he looks at me and i'm smiling and tears are coming and I'm just elated as he hits home plate.
WE WON!
Oh the glory!
(Oh the relief. LOL)
Those kids, in that moment, it was moment that they will remember the rest of their lives. Hugging each other, jumping up and down in excitement, coaches shaking hands parents screaming in awe. Priceless.
I look at the mom sitting next to me, she sees my tears and I'm laughing hysterically behind my tears. I'm telling her "Happy Tears here, happy tears" LOL She's laughing with me.
Such an adrenaline rush I tell ya.
It's just sad their coach couldn't have been there to see it. It's even sadder that their team mates who were absent couldn't partake in that victory. These kids that won the game, may not be the "best" players in their coach's eyes, but as far as I'm concerned they are the BEST and the true winners in the league no matter if they win the play offs or not because they put their heart and soul into that game and it paid off in the end for all of them.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Some Parents Amaze Me When It Comes To Sports
Good Afternoon!
I had to share this as I'm still in shock over how this day has progressed. The things I heard parents say and do makes me wonder about the future of our children.
My boys had their game today. They lost by ten points, mainly due to the poor calls by the umpire. Clearly this fella needs some glasses. Kids on our team that should have scored, didn't, and kids that should not have been out were(on both teams). It got ugly. Finally at one point during the game, when it was apparently the last bad call for one mom (I'll call her Sandy, as I don't know her name and wouldn't use it here anyway) she stood up and said "YOU SUCK!", I was in shock she said that turned around and looked at her with a grin like "OMG you did not just say that!" Needless to say this didn't go over well with the head of the little league who was out there, radio in hand, and he walked over to our bleachers and said "Ma'am you need to stop". Then she's mocking him after he left, real mature.
What happened to good sportsmanship? Granted those calls that were made weren't the best, and it did affect their score considerably, but life itself isn't always fair; good workers get passed over for promotions, kids get accepted to good colleges while others don't. It's part of life. Deal with it. Be grateful your child is healthy and can run and hit the ball. There are parents out there who would love for their child to catch a ball and not be in a wheel chair, or be blind and not able to enjoy a baseball game.
I don't understand some parents. I really don't. I am by far nowhere even close to being a perfect parent, but I'm certainly not going to make myself into a raving lunatic because of a bad call at a LITTLE LEAGUE GAME. What sort of example is she setting for her child? And why should the other children and parents have to listen to her poor choice of words and crappy attitude too?
*shakes head in disgust* tsk tsk
I also have a problem with these parents who force their kids into sports and other extra-curricular activities just to live vicariously through their children and put them out there like show ponies while announcing to the world...
"Look at my son he's the best baseball player",
or "look at my daughter she's a straight A student, varsity captain of her volleyball team and speaks five fluent languages",
or " Show Aunt Laura your winning dance move that won you the state dance competition,"
All these kids want to do is be kids. Sure extra-curricular activities are awesome, I'm all for it. And yes, every parent has a right to be proud of a child's hard work and great accomplishments having a "mommy brag moment" that's fine, but when you've heard for the tenth time any one of the above sentences at every family dinner, or playdate, or from a co-worker and the parent is more obsessed about it than the kid is, then it's gone too far and you've reached the point of activity overkill in my book. And with some parents I think they do it more for their self-esteem than for their children's self-esteem.
Another child on our team was injured at a game about a week ago. Let me give you the background on this kid and his father. His father loves to yell at him at EVERY game. I have yet to find a game where his father hasn't screamed at the kid for stupid reasons. It's not a constructive type of encouragement, but rather a tone of "You know how to do this don't be so stupid" tone, anger and frustration just spewing out of his pie hole.
Apparently during last weeks game, this little boy was hit with a ball, or swung too hard(I wasn't there I heard this second hand) and the coach let him sit out the next inning. There is his stupid father, (yes, I said stupid because when you hear the rest of the story you'll agree too I'm sure) yelling at him in the dugout to get back out there. The coach put him back in(probably to shut the father up) and the poor kid was wincing the whole time he tried to swing. At one point he put his left hand down and was only swinging with his right hand. At which point, his father is yelling to him "*Eric*(not his real name btw), use both hands!"( I can hear that guys voice in my head right now, no joke, annoying as hell too) The kid is in dyer pain and no one seemed to care.
WHERE ARE THE ADULTS AT THIS GAME???!!!!! THE REAL ADULTS! The adults that are responsible and speak up for this poor kid. Not the coach(including my kids father), not the umpire, not the other team's coach or any parent in the stand stood up for this kid and said to pull him out of the damn game. What the hell is wrong with people? He was in pain, obvious pain from what I heard and not one damn adult in that baseball park stood up and said "you need to take him out."
A park full of cowards and one bully.
So two games ago I noticed that little Eric wasn't at the game. He's our star catcher. I asked my kids dad where he was and he told me, "He had a broken collar-bone".
REALLY????
Come on now people. Where is the common sense here. I get that most dad's have this "buck up and take it like a man" kind of philosophy with their boys and don't coddle them much, but come on now, don't you think a child wincing in pain and shoving him back out on the field is a tad bit sadistic?? Call me crazy, but that's what sucks; Having testosterone driven, overly competitive parents barking at their kids like slave drivers, all in the name of "pushing them to their limits" on the sports field(or any other activity) for the sheer satisfaction of having a "winner" in the family.
So to all you competitive driven parents out there, who feel the need to treat your children like they are potential professional baseball, basketball, or football players, to those mothers who think their daughters are future cheerleaders for the Dallas Cowboys or are future dancers on Broadway, let me tell you something.
#1. It isn't about how many trophies or awards your kids get throughout their lifetime that makes them special.
#2. It isn't about toughing it out and running and pitching and dancing til you're practically dead that makes them special.
It's about letting THEM decide when they've had enough or want to go further. If it's their dream, SPECTACULAR I'm all for it just use some common sense, but if it's YOUR dream it's time for you to wake up and realize that you need to enjoy what little childhood they have left and start being a parent while finding your own dream to make YOU feel special. In the end you and your children are winners and spend some real quality time together which is something worth bragging about.
I had to share this as I'm still in shock over how this day has progressed. The things I heard parents say and do makes me wonder about the future of our children.
My boys had their game today. They lost by ten points, mainly due to the poor calls by the umpire. Clearly this fella needs some glasses. Kids on our team that should have scored, didn't, and kids that should not have been out were(on both teams). It got ugly. Finally at one point during the game, when it was apparently the last bad call for one mom (I'll call her Sandy, as I don't know her name and wouldn't use it here anyway) she stood up and said "YOU SUCK!", I was in shock she said that turned around and looked at her with a grin like "OMG you did not just say that!" Needless to say this didn't go over well with the head of the little league who was out there, radio in hand, and he walked over to our bleachers and said "Ma'am you need to stop". Then she's mocking him after he left, real mature.
What happened to good sportsmanship? Granted those calls that were made weren't the best, and it did affect their score considerably, but life itself isn't always fair; good workers get passed over for promotions, kids get accepted to good colleges while others don't. It's part of life. Deal with it. Be grateful your child is healthy and can run and hit the ball. There are parents out there who would love for their child to catch a ball and not be in a wheel chair, or be blind and not able to enjoy a baseball game.
I don't understand some parents. I really don't. I am by far nowhere even close to being a perfect parent, but I'm certainly not going to make myself into a raving lunatic because of a bad call at a LITTLE LEAGUE GAME. What sort of example is she setting for her child? And why should the other children and parents have to listen to her poor choice of words and crappy attitude too?
*shakes head in disgust* tsk tsk
I also have a problem with these parents who force their kids into sports and other extra-curricular activities just to live vicariously through their children and put them out there like show ponies while announcing to the world...
"Look at my son he's the best baseball player",
or "look at my daughter she's a straight A student, varsity captain of her volleyball team and speaks five fluent languages",
or " Show Aunt Laura your winning dance move that won you the state dance competition,"
All these kids want to do is be kids. Sure extra-curricular activities are awesome, I'm all for it. And yes, every parent has a right to be proud of a child's hard work and great accomplishments having a "mommy brag moment" that's fine, but when you've heard for the tenth time any one of the above sentences at every family dinner, or playdate, or from a co-worker and the parent is more obsessed about it than the kid is, then it's gone too far and you've reached the point of activity overkill in my book. And with some parents I think they do it more for their self-esteem than for their children's self-esteem.
Another child on our team was injured at a game about a week ago. Let me give you the background on this kid and his father. His father loves to yell at him at EVERY game. I have yet to find a game where his father hasn't screamed at the kid for stupid reasons. It's not a constructive type of encouragement, but rather a tone of "You know how to do this don't be so stupid" tone, anger and frustration just spewing out of his pie hole.
Apparently during last weeks game, this little boy was hit with a ball, or swung too hard(I wasn't there I heard this second hand) and the coach let him sit out the next inning. There is his stupid father, (yes, I said stupid because when you hear the rest of the story you'll agree too I'm sure) yelling at him in the dugout to get back out there. The coach put him back in(probably to shut the father up) and the poor kid was wincing the whole time he tried to swing. At one point he put his left hand down and was only swinging with his right hand. At which point, his father is yelling to him "*Eric*(not his real name btw), use both hands!"( I can hear that guys voice in my head right now, no joke, annoying as hell too) The kid is in dyer pain and no one seemed to care.
WHERE ARE THE ADULTS AT THIS GAME???!!!!! THE REAL ADULTS! The adults that are responsible and speak up for this poor kid. Not the coach(including my kids father), not the umpire, not the other team's coach or any parent in the stand stood up for this kid and said to pull him out of the damn game. What the hell is wrong with people? He was in pain, obvious pain from what I heard and not one damn adult in that baseball park stood up and said "you need to take him out."
A park full of cowards and one bully.
So two games ago I noticed that little Eric wasn't at the game. He's our star catcher. I asked my kids dad where he was and he told me, "He had a broken collar-bone".
REALLY????
Come on now people. Where is the common sense here. I get that most dad's have this "buck up and take it like a man" kind of philosophy with their boys and don't coddle them much, but come on now, don't you think a child wincing in pain and shoving him back out on the field is a tad bit sadistic?? Call me crazy, but that's what sucks; Having testosterone driven, overly competitive parents barking at their kids like slave drivers, all in the name of "pushing them to their limits" on the sports field(or any other activity) for the sheer satisfaction of having a "winner" in the family.
So to all you competitive driven parents out there, who feel the need to treat your children like they are potential professional baseball, basketball, or football players, to those mothers who think their daughters are future cheerleaders for the Dallas Cowboys or are future dancers on Broadway, let me tell you something.
#1. It isn't about how many trophies or awards your kids get throughout their lifetime that makes them special.
#2. It isn't about toughing it out and running and pitching and dancing til you're practically dead that makes them special.
It's about letting THEM decide when they've had enough or want to go further. If it's their dream, SPECTACULAR I'm all for it just use some common sense, but if it's YOUR dream it's time for you to wake up and realize that you need to enjoy what little childhood they have left and start being a parent while finding your own dream to make YOU feel special. In the end you and your children are winners and spend some real quality time together which is something worth bragging about.
Friday, April 23, 2010
What We Did On Earth Day
This morning while taking the twins to school my five yr old daughter's voice yelled from the back of the van, "Mommy, can we walk to school?" I laughed and told her, "You all barely made it home from school the day the van broke down. It's too far to walk." To which my little John John(oldest twin) quipped, "Yeah, I almost didn't survive". I just about bust a gut when he said that. I was laughing so hard. I looked at him in the rear view mirror and he had these cheesy little grin on his face.
As we pulled into the parking lot at school, I told him "I know, you should be on that one show I shouldn't be Alive. You walked a total of 1 and a half miles that day John John, forget being stranded in the Mojave desert or on a polar ice cap in freezing temps, walking from school on a warm spring day a mile and a half I AM surprised you made it alive". I giggled and he grinned.
My kids are hilarious sometimes.
I wish I'd write down more often some of the things that escape their mouths, instead of waiting to blog them.
Yesterday as the kids were coming inside for the night my daughter looks at me with this silly girly crush look on her face and told me "I told Gus that I love him". If you could have seen the look on her face. Gus is our 8-year old neighbor whom my daughter has a little spark in her heart for. I laugh thinking about my first crush. Oh to be five-years old once again. Then my daughter tells me, "John John told Gus he loves him too." He looked a bit embarrassed. So I told him, "It's okay sweetie. We should love everyone. We are all brothers and sisters on the planet," I told him as I rubbed the top of his head with my palm.
We went inside, had dinner, and then we got out homework. As I went through his backpack I saw a book he made. They were suppose to title their books. It had a picture of the earth they had cut out and beneath the picture of the earth they had colored he wrote for his title: Muthr Eirthe (translation: Mother Earth) Bless his heart. He was so excited about the title of his book. He and his brother asked me about things that are on Earth besides plants and trees. I had to really think about that, then I told them dirt, rocks, stones, animals. We then went to the puter where I showed them the Earth video from Michael Jackson. Oh did they have questions. "Why is that elephant dead?" So I had to tell them that people take their tusks and sell them. "Mommy why is that man crying?" I explained that there was a war and the little girl was killed in the war. Was a very serious discussion. Then I explained to them what bio-degradable means. What compost is. We talked about oil spills and what happens. Questions and observations were just flowing out of their little mouths and minds. It was quite the learning experience for all of us.
As we pulled into the parking lot at school, I told him "I know, you should be on that one show I shouldn't be Alive. You walked a total of 1 and a half miles that day John John, forget being stranded in the Mojave desert or on a polar ice cap in freezing temps, walking from school on a warm spring day a mile and a half I AM surprised you made it alive". I giggled and he grinned.
My kids are hilarious sometimes.
I wish I'd write down more often some of the things that escape their mouths, instead of waiting to blog them.
Yesterday as the kids were coming inside for the night my daughter looks at me with this silly girly crush look on her face and told me "I told Gus that I love him". If you could have seen the look on her face. Gus is our 8-year old neighbor whom my daughter has a little spark in her heart for. I laugh thinking about my first crush. Oh to be five-years old once again. Then my daughter tells me, "John John told Gus he loves him too." He looked a bit embarrassed. So I told him, "It's okay sweetie. We should love everyone. We are all brothers and sisters on the planet," I told him as I rubbed the top of his head with my palm.
We went inside, had dinner, and then we got out homework. As I went through his backpack I saw a book he made. They were suppose to title their books. It had a picture of the earth they had cut out and beneath the picture of the earth they had colored he wrote for his title: Muthr Eirthe (translation: Mother Earth) Bless his heart. He was so excited about the title of his book. He and his brother asked me about things that are on Earth besides plants and trees. I had to really think about that, then I told them dirt, rocks, stones, animals. We then went to the puter where I showed them the Earth video from Michael Jackson. Oh did they have questions. "Why is that elephant dead?" So I had to tell them that people take their tusks and sell them. "Mommy why is that man crying?" I explained that there was a war and the little girl was killed in the war. Was a very serious discussion. Then I explained to them what bio-degradable means. What compost is. We talked about oil spills and what happens. Questions and observations were just flowing out of their little mouths and minds. It was quite the learning experience for all of us.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Magickal Graphics
I'm having what I tend to term a random lazy day around here.
I managed to pick up in my living room and surf the net a bit this morning while the twins were at school and my daughter visiting her little friend a few doors down.
Took a shower, started to pick up in the kitchen and before I knew it I had to go and get the kids. Not much accomplished in a two and a half hour window that I had to do anything. Went to pick up my kids at school, only to have them begging me to take them to take them to the park. "Sean is going to be there!" Now, I hadn't heard from Sean's mom, nor do I know her well enough to assume just because her kid says they are going to the park that they are actually going. I called and left a message with no response. So, when the kids kept hounding me to go, despite the chilly temps, wind, and looming rain in the distant skies over the mountains, my kids were so persistent and I caved in. So I brought them home, made sandwiches, grabbed the juice boxes and krispie treats and threw them in the bag we took. I told them on the way down there, "I'm telling you now, Sean isn't going to be there. Look at this weather? I doubt anyone will be there." They all sat silently in the back of the van. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't give one of those "i told you so because I know it all" lectures LOL?
We get to the park, and of course, no Sean. I know they were devastated but I wanted them to learn patience first of all and secondly I wanted them to grasp the concept that sometimes(not always) mom knows best which is why I took them despite the fact I had work at home to do. The park was empty. I saw a mom with her son that I knew from my daughter's dance class, we chatted briefly and then they left. There was not a soul out there. It was kind of nice actually to have the park to ourselves, however, as cold and windy as it was we didn't enjoy it very long. We ate lunch and then fed the birds, I let the kids go play for about fifteen minutes and then I had enough of the chill and the wind and we left. Just as we were leaving there were raindrops on my windshield. I told the kids, "see, I told you it was going to rain".
I'm really annoying as a mom sometimes. LOL
We got home and I told the kids they have half an hour to watch their show(which is just about up here as I look at the clock) and then we are cleaning this mess they made. I'd really love to mop my floors finally. They need a good wash down.
This weather makes me lazy though. I love sunny, warm spring days where I can open the windows, blast my music and just go to town in the house. Such is not the case today. i'd rather curl up with a good magazine, turn on a show on the tv and veg out.
Hoping the sun peeks out sometime today. I was hoping to plant some more stuff with the kids today, but that's just not going to happen.
I hope everyone is having a great afternoon. I'm going to scoot now and see what organizing and cleaning I can get done with what little energy I have at the moment.
Bright Blessings Everyone!
I managed to pick up in my living room and surf the net a bit this morning while the twins were at school and my daughter visiting her little friend a few doors down.
Took a shower, started to pick up in the kitchen and before I knew it I had to go and get the kids. Not much accomplished in a two and a half hour window that I had to do anything. Went to pick up my kids at school, only to have them begging me to take them to take them to the park. "Sean is going to be there!" Now, I hadn't heard from Sean's mom, nor do I know her well enough to assume just because her kid says they are going to the park that they are actually going. I called and left a message with no response. So, when the kids kept hounding me to go, despite the chilly temps, wind, and looming rain in the distant skies over the mountains, my kids were so persistent and I caved in. So I brought them home, made sandwiches, grabbed the juice boxes and krispie treats and threw them in the bag we took. I told them on the way down there, "I'm telling you now, Sean isn't going to be there. Look at this weather? I doubt anyone will be there." They all sat silently in the back of the van. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't give one of those "i told you so because I know it all" lectures LOL?
We get to the park, and of course, no Sean. I know they were devastated but I wanted them to learn patience first of all and secondly I wanted them to grasp the concept that sometimes(not always) mom knows best which is why I took them despite the fact I had work at home to do. The park was empty. I saw a mom with her son that I knew from my daughter's dance class, we chatted briefly and then they left. There was not a soul out there. It was kind of nice actually to have the park to ourselves, however, as cold and windy as it was we didn't enjoy it very long. We ate lunch and then fed the birds, I let the kids go play for about fifteen minutes and then I had enough of the chill and the wind and we left. Just as we were leaving there were raindrops on my windshield. I told the kids, "see, I told you it was going to rain".
I'm really annoying as a mom sometimes. LOL
We got home and I told the kids they have half an hour to watch their show(which is just about up here as I look at the clock) and then we are cleaning this mess they made. I'd really love to mop my floors finally. They need a good wash down.
This weather makes me lazy though. I love sunny, warm spring days where I can open the windows, blast my music and just go to town in the house. Such is not the case today. i'd rather curl up with a good magazine, turn on a show on the tv and veg out.
Hoping the sun peeks out sometime today. I was hoping to plant some more stuff with the kids today, but that's just not going to happen.
I hope everyone is having a great afternoon. I'm going to scoot now and see what organizing and cleaning I can get done with what little energy I have at the moment.
Bright Blessings Everyone!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
My Sweet Little Pete
My youngest twin, Peter, was in the bathroom and I was on the computer here as his siblings were finishing their lunch while watching golf with their father. After about five minutes I realized he was singing in the bathroom and I hear him ask his father, "Daddy, what comes after seven swans a swimming?" He tells him 8 lords a leaping at which point I correct him and let him know it's 8 maids a milking. He went through all Twelve Days of Christmas while sitting on the toilet and making sure to emphasize the fifth day "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive Golllllllllllllllllden Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings" as it echoed through the bathroom. The acoustics in there are awesome.
I'm laughing to myself here, as I don't know what possessed this child to start singing Christmas carols in the middle of March. I would have expected something more along the lines of "here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail...." or something like that.
He cracks me up. The things he does and says just amaze me some days and even on my worst days he manages to make me giggle or smile at least.
Like two days ago. He was busily drawing something at the living room table when everyone else had gone to bed. I kept telling him he had to get up there too, it was a school night. "Just five more minutes mommy". "Okayyyyyyyyy" I mumble. He comes up to me and says "here." I look at the piece of paper folded in half with an orange heart on the front and my name(mommy) in the middle of the heart.
On the inside he wrote:
"I like you mommy. Mommy is my bastfrad foravr. Mommy is my bast frad into wod."
Translation:
I like you mommy. Mommy is my best friend forever. Mommy is my best friend in the whole world.
I love this boy.
Who wouldn't?
He is such an amazing boy, and has this silent sweet side to him. Sure, he can be a handful some days and has a nasty little temper sometimes. But overall, he's a lovable little fella and I just can't help but find myself feeling blessed for having him in my life.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
What Do I Do Now? LOL
I just dropped my boys off at school and my daughter and I were coming home and saw two tumbleweeds blowing in the wind on the road in front of us. She was giggling at them. Then the one in our lane decided to stop moving, right in front of my car. It sure is windy out there. I thought it was suppose to be in the 80's today, but right now it doesn't look very hopeful for that to happen. It's only 9 in the morning, and this is Vegas, so anything is possible I suppose.
As we pulled up in front of the house, my daughter saw her little friend from three doors down just running towards us, with her grandmother trailing right behind her. They were so excited to see one another and the little girl is just waving and my daughter is waving from her car seat. We couldn't get out of the van fast enough for her to go and hug her little friend. I hadn't even changed my daughter, she was still in the clothes she had on yesterday. How embarrassing. I told the grandmother I needed to change her and we'd be right out. No way I was letting her in the house with the way it looked this morning. I had a feeling she'd be right over this morning. Something told me that I needed to pick up a little before we left for school. So I began removing cereal bowls from the coffee table and picking up the toys that were strewn everywhere, and fixed the couch cushions and cleared off the island in the kitchen and the table "just in case" she stopped by unexpectedly.
I'm just glad I caught her by the curb and not my front door.
So I thought about surfing the net while she's gone, look for jobs and daycare and all that "fun" stuff. But I think I'm just going to clean. Goddess knows this place needs a good scrub down. So that's what I shall do, clean my house and enjoy the peace and quiet. I was so excited about having a few minutes of peace and quiet that I still have the kids tv show on in the background. I guess I just couldn't wait to have said peace and quiet and wanted to tell the other moms out there what they have to look forward to when their little ones who are now teething and screaming and crying, that there is a light at the end of the parenting tunnel where you can just stop....and breathe.
Of course I will admit, I'm not looking forward to the time when it's happening five days a week and my little baby girl, the last of my little ducklings goes off to school. Then I don't think I'll be so excited. I'll be holding onto tears and missing her not only because she is my baby girl, my little princess but because I know she's getting older and I am too. :(
But for now I'll bask in the quiet solitude of no fighting siblings, no banging, no worries of stepping on legos or game pieces, and give myself a little bit of Rest and Relaxation. However, that vacuum cleaner is calling me so I just might have to put the R and R on hold.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Whirlwind of Emotions
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
My "Baby" Is About to Leave the Nest
I'm numb.
I am excited for him, but at the same time I can't help but worry. He's not only moving out of the house, he's moving to another state. 18 years old and he's legally a man so I can't tie him to the bed in the hopes of keeping him here longer with me, just so we can have some time together with each other.
We don't have a close bond like we did when he was younger. We use to do so much together, go to the park, and the library, I volunteered at his school and we would read books together and watch movies together with his younger brother(who is now 15). Life was so much easier back then.
Now he is the young man who has dreams of becoming a famous rock star. He plays the guitar like it's a second appendage on his body. How he moves his fingers so quickly I will never know. He has a gift, one he did not receive from his mother here as I can barely sing(except in the shower LOL ) let alone play an instrument. I can play mary had a little lamb on the piano and heart and soul(intro) but that's about it for me musically. My son taught himself to play guitar, and keyboard and drums. He took a guitar class freshman year just to learn how to read the chords. He's highly intelligent, yet sometimes lacks the good sense God gave a goose as my mother always said to me. He gets that gift of good sense from me I suppose, as I sometimes tend to lack that gift as well.
My son is an amazing young man. He's had a rough life, his father has been absent for a good portion of it and he's never really had much of a male role model except for my brother in law who is an awesome guy and my father, and I have made some pretty crappy life choices that he and I both have suffered because of them. I've always had compliments from people who know him saying what a "good kid" he is. True, he's made some rather poor choices in his life, but who hasn't. Life isn't about living up to others expectations it's living up to your own. If you are happy with your life's choices, and you can look in the mirror and say "I'm proud of what I accomplished today" no matter how big or small the task, then it doesn't matter how you get to where you need to be, as long as you don't harm yourself or others in the process. I've told him this, on more than one occasion, as this is a lesson I've learned myself by taking the road of hard knocks. Not exactly the road I want him to travel either, but it's his life not mine and he has to live with the consequences good or bad.
So here is this once little man now towering over me at 6'3" tall, tattoo on his belly and gauges in his ears, long hair that will eventually cascade down his back one day I'm sure going off to join his band mates in a city and state so far away. I felt myself tearing up the other day as we chatted, I told him how much I love him and hope for him to be happy in the quest of his musical dreams. How I will always worry about him even if he's fifty and I'm 71.
We went out for ice cream and had a nice chat together. I told him after he asked me for a ride to meet a friend "Now I hope you realize that if you get stuck in Ohio, I can't come get you because it will take a good four days to get there, and I don't think my van will make it." He laughed. He said not to worry because if he ever did get stuck he'd have his band mates with him.
I told him how some days I will say out loud "Watch over your homie" to a friend of his who passed away last year. He smiled. I know his friend will watch over him, and I know for a fact that his great grandmother is watching over him as well. He'll be fine. He'll do well. I have faith in him.
Okay, I'm starting to cry here so I'm going to get going. Goddess bless my son on his life's journey and protect him. As much as I don't want to I have to let him go. I'm loosening the apron strings, one at a time, this last one is the hardest to untie but my little duckling needs to fly. I guess I'll leave a trail of bread crumbs so he can find his way home again in the form of emails and phone calls.
I love you Jared. Stay safe.
I am excited for him, but at the same time I can't help but worry. He's not only moving out of the house, he's moving to another state. 18 years old and he's legally a man so I can't tie him to the bed in the hopes of keeping him here longer with me, just so we can have some time together with each other.
We don't have a close bond like we did when he was younger. We use to do so much together, go to the park, and the library, I volunteered at his school and we would read books together and watch movies together with his younger brother(who is now 15). Life was so much easier back then.
Now he is the young man who has dreams of becoming a famous rock star. He plays the guitar like it's a second appendage on his body. How he moves his fingers so quickly I will never know. He has a gift, one he did not receive from his mother here as I can barely sing(except in the shower LOL ) let alone play an instrument. I can play mary had a little lamb on the piano and heart and soul(intro) but that's about it for me musically. My son taught himself to play guitar, and keyboard and drums. He took a guitar class freshman year just to learn how to read the chords. He's highly intelligent, yet sometimes lacks the good sense God gave a goose as my mother always said to me. He gets that gift of good sense from me I suppose, as I sometimes tend to lack that gift as well.
My son is an amazing young man. He's had a rough life, his father has been absent for a good portion of it and he's never really had much of a male role model except for my brother in law who is an awesome guy and my father, and I have made some pretty crappy life choices that he and I both have suffered because of them. I've always had compliments from people who know him saying what a "good kid" he is. True, he's made some rather poor choices in his life, but who hasn't. Life isn't about living up to others expectations it's living up to your own. If you are happy with your life's choices, and you can look in the mirror and say "I'm proud of what I accomplished today" no matter how big or small the task, then it doesn't matter how you get to where you need to be, as long as you don't harm yourself or others in the process. I've told him this, on more than one occasion, as this is a lesson I've learned myself by taking the road of hard knocks. Not exactly the road I want him to travel either, but it's his life not mine and he has to live with the consequences good or bad.
So here is this once little man now towering over me at 6'3" tall, tattoo on his belly and gauges in his ears, long hair that will eventually cascade down his back one day I'm sure going off to join his band mates in a city and state so far away. I felt myself tearing up the other day as we chatted, I told him how much I love him and hope for him to be happy in the quest of his musical dreams. How I will always worry about him even if he's fifty and I'm 71.
We went out for ice cream and had a nice chat together. I told him after he asked me for a ride to meet a friend "Now I hope you realize that if you get stuck in Ohio, I can't come get you because it will take a good four days to get there, and I don't think my van will make it." He laughed. He said not to worry because if he ever did get stuck he'd have his band mates with him.
I told him how some days I will say out loud "Watch over your homie" to a friend of his who passed away last year. He smiled. I know his friend will watch over him, and I know for a fact that his great grandmother is watching over him as well. He'll be fine. He'll do well. I have faith in him.
Okay, I'm starting to cry here so I'm going to get going. Goddess bless my son on his life's journey and protect him. As much as I don't want to I have to let him go. I'm loosening the apron strings, one at a time, this last one is the hardest to untie but my little duckling needs to fly. I guess I'll leave a trail of bread crumbs so he can find his way home again in the form of emails and phone calls.
I love you Jared. Stay safe.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Pajama Day and Girl Scout Cookies, Two of My Favorite Things
It's reading week at school this week. Last night we had movie night and celebrated Dr. Seuss's birthday with a birthday cake and three movies, the Sneetches, The Zax and Green Eggs and Ham. We bought one bag of popcorn and three bottles of water at a dollar each, plus one box of girl scout peanut butter cookies at $3.50 each. Total for last night's "free" movie night at the school...seven dollars and fifty cents. Actually $8.00 I gave the little brownie a fifty cent tip when I told her to keep the change. LOL I was utterly disappointed at how much smaller the actual cookies are and so are the boxes. The price has gone up considerably over the years and I can't believe I actually shelled out almost 4 dollars for a box of those things. The four of us only had 3 cookies each with three left over to take to their dad when we got home.
There was a giant cake that said "Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss", one red iced and one blue iced. It was a nice evening for us, and they had a raffle of Dr. Seuss goodies (free tix) and I was hoping we'd win the giant stuffed dolphin and book. No such luck. Kids were upset they didn't get to win, and I tried to explain to them that only nine people would win. Then I told them to look around and see all the people who were there. They even gave away uniform T-shirts, one for each family member in one winners family.
Today was Pajama Day and I wore pigtails and put on my robe and my comfy jammie bottoms and a tshirt. I took in my daughter's MY LITTLE PONY doll named Starsong since I didn't have a blankie.LOL The boys were in their spiderman jammies and my daughter was in her Disney Princesses jammies. The principal had a Marvin the Martian shirt on, Spartans pajama bottoms and a green robe with his name on it. I was suppose to read, but there were quite a few moms and the principal who read to the kids, that the teacher told me I'd have to do it next week when I come in. Bummer. :(
My daughter just walked up to me now and told me "Mommy I know why penguins are mean to people," and I asked her why, she says to me, "Because they are black". I didn't quite understand her thinking, so I probed a little further. "So, are black people mean?" She said yes. I told her "No they aren't. You're Auntie Tawanda(a friend of mine) is black and she is a nice person." Then she looked at me all puzzled and grins. "oh," she says to me. I don't know where she got the idea that black is bad. I don't want her thinking black is bad. I tried to tell her that sometimes in movies they make monsters black to be scary, but that just because a person is black doesn't mean they are bad or scary. I told her that white people can be mean and so can black people, but it's not because of the color of their skin. Then she said to me "well, Peter is mean to me." And I said "Peter is mean to you because he is mad, not because he's white." Not sure if she grasped the whole color concept as a whole here yet. I may have to have a refresher conversation in a few days.
It's time for lunch I better run. Think it's going to be grilled cheese and tomato soup day here, followed by some tasty peanut butter cookies the teacher gave to me this morning since she couldn't give them to the kids(peanut allergies for some).
See ya later! :)
There was a giant cake that said "Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss", one red iced and one blue iced. It was a nice evening for us, and they had a raffle of Dr. Seuss goodies (free tix) and I was hoping we'd win the giant stuffed dolphin and book. No such luck. Kids were upset they didn't get to win, and I tried to explain to them that only nine people would win. Then I told them to look around and see all the people who were there. They even gave away uniform T-shirts, one for each family member in one winners family.
Today was Pajama Day and I wore pigtails and put on my robe and my comfy jammie bottoms and a tshirt. I took in my daughter's MY LITTLE PONY doll named Starsong since I didn't have a blankie.LOL The boys were in their spiderman jammies and my daughter was in her Disney Princesses jammies. The principal had a Marvin the Martian shirt on, Spartans pajama bottoms and a green robe with his name on it. I was suppose to read, but there were quite a few moms and the principal who read to the kids, that the teacher told me I'd have to do it next week when I come in. Bummer. :(
My daughter just walked up to me now and told me "Mommy I know why penguins are mean to people," and I asked her why, she says to me, "Because they are black". I didn't quite understand her thinking, so I probed a little further. "So, are black people mean?" She said yes. I told her "No they aren't. You're Auntie Tawanda(a friend of mine) is black and she is a nice person." Then she looked at me all puzzled and grins. "oh," she says to me. I don't know where she got the idea that black is bad. I don't want her thinking black is bad. I tried to tell her that sometimes in movies they make monsters black to be scary, but that just because a person is black doesn't mean they are bad or scary. I told her that white people can be mean and so can black people, but it's not because of the color of their skin. Then she said to me "well, Peter is mean to me." And I said "Peter is mean to you because he is mad, not because he's white." Not sure if she grasped the whole color concept as a whole here yet. I may have to have a refresher conversation in a few days.
It's time for lunch I better run. Think it's going to be grilled cheese and tomato soup day here, followed by some tasty peanut butter cookies the teacher gave to me this morning since she couldn't give them to the kids(peanut allergies for some).
See ya later! :)
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Little Playground Monsters
Let me tell you what happened to my son at the park this afternoon. We planned this big day at the park with a classmate of his and his brother's today. We were all having a good time, and then the boy had to leave and we stayed a bit longer because I was enjoying the fresh breezy air outside, and so were the children.
I had met another mom at the park and we were busily chatting as I was watching my kids in the sandbox. All of a sudden I see this little monster throwing sand at my son. He's on one of those little tractor toys with the digger on the end. I see this boy bend towards my son still throwing dirt. I'm yelling to my son to come over as I'm walking towards him. He gets off the tractor and has this look like he's about to cry. I was wondering where in the hell this kid's parents were. Clearly they were clueless as to their son's whereabouts, and someone could have easily snatched the kid up and taken him. I told him(rather loudly) "Let's go sweetie, clearly this boy isn't being supervised very well and should be disciplined for doing this to you."
I didn't know what to do. I headed to the car and didn't know until we were on our way home that this boy had in fact bit my kid. I was in shock myself and my son was now in tears. "It hurts mommy". He didn't break the skin. But you could see the outline of this kid's mouth on my son's upper arm. Four little dots each positioned for two upper and two lower teeth markings. His arm was a bit swollen and I called his dad because I truly didn't know what to do. Should I go back and find this boy's parents and confront them or just let it go? Since he didn't break the skin his dad said the parent probably wouldn't do much anyway, seeing too how non-observant they were in the first place with this child's behavior they probably wouldn't care.
What kind of parent let's their kid act this way? I will admit my kids are far from angels, but they wouldn't purposely go after another child just to get their way. With each other, they fight over the silliest of things, but when they are out on the playground, they are so easy going and play fairly well with others.
I'm just annoyed with the fact this happened to my son and even more annoyed by the fact the parents were oblivious to it all. I wrote a letter to the HOA which is really the only thing I could think of at this point. If my informing them can save other children from the wrath of this little playground monster then at least something good will come of this.
To the irresponsible parents of this child I have this to say to you: I know that accidents happen, but when your child intentionally goes after my child, that's no accident. I shouldn't have to wrap my kids up in bubble wrap before they head to the playground simply because you don't know how to control your kid. If he can't play nice, you need to keep him at home where he can bite you instead of innocent children who didn't instigate his unruly behavior. I know for a fact my child wasn't instigating it, because I WAS WATCHING HIM!
I had met another mom at the park and we were busily chatting as I was watching my kids in the sandbox. All of a sudden I see this little monster throwing sand at my son. He's on one of those little tractor toys with the digger on the end. I see this boy bend towards my son still throwing dirt. I'm yelling to my son to come over as I'm walking towards him. He gets off the tractor and has this look like he's about to cry. I was wondering where in the hell this kid's parents were. Clearly they were clueless as to their son's whereabouts, and someone could have easily snatched the kid up and taken him. I told him(rather loudly) "Let's go sweetie, clearly this boy isn't being supervised very well and should be disciplined for doing this to you."
I didn't know what to do. I headed to the car and didn't know until we were on our way home that this boy had in fact bit my kid. I was in shock myself and my son was now in tears. "It hurts mommy". He didn't break the skin. But you could see the outline of this kid's mouth on my son's upper arm. Four little dots each positioned for two upper and two lower teeth markings. His arm was a bit swollen and I called his dad because I truly didn't know what to do. Should I go back and find this boy's parents and confront them or just let it go? Since he didn't break the skin his dad said the parent probably wouldn't do much anyway, seeing too how non-observant they were in the first place with this child's behavior they probably wouldn't care.
What kind of parent let's their kid act this way? I will admit my kids are far from angels, but they wouldn't purposely go after another child just to get their way. With each other, they fight over the silliest of things, but when they are out on the playground, they are so easy going and play fairly well with others.
I'm just annoyed with the fact this happened to my son and even more annoyed by the fact the parents were oblivious to it all. I wrote a letter to the HOA which is really the only thing I could think of at this point. If my informing them can save other children from the wrath of this little playground monster then at least something good will come of this.
To the irresponsible parents of this child I have this to say to you: I know that accidents happen, but when your child intentionally goes after my child, that's no accident. I shouldn't have to wrap my kids up in bubble wrap before they head to the playground simply because you don't know how to control your kid. If he can't play nice, you need to keep him at home where he can bite you instead of innocent children who didn't instigate his unruly behavior. I know for a fact my child wasn't instigating it, because I WAS WATCHING HIM!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Nobody and Not Me....My Two Favorite "People"
Welcome to my parenting blog. It is a wonderful joy for me to share the fun and not so fun moments of my parenting journeys. I thought I'd start this one out with a little bit about the two other children I have in my family. Their names are Nobody and Not Me.
Nobody ever listens. It's true. I have spent most of my days as a mother uttering these words and often find myself talking to the Wall. The Wall seems to listen more than Nobody ever does. Take for instance this evening. We have new neighbors, and my daughter is the most excited out of all my kids as she is the only one who doesn't have a little girl playmate. Yesterday when talking to the little girl's grandmother, I gave the little girl our phone numbers and told her when she can come over and play or wants to play at her house to call our numbers. This afternoon from the time my kids got out of school, they were telling me how they wanted to go over to this girl's house. I kept on telling them, "they have our numbers, they will call us."
That information doesn't register in the minds of 6 year olds and a 5 yr old girl, and apparently not in the mind of a 51 year old man either. After JUST explaining to ALL of them that they need to wait for her to call, their father tells them to go ahead and knock on this girl's door when he got home from work. The grandmother answers, says that the mom will be home in fifteen minutes and she will let the parents know that they want to play. Half an hour later, after I told them just to wait until she calls them another day, he sends them back over there.
No answer at the door. "But mommy their car is upfront!" I tried explaining *(again mind you) that they are probably busy and that they may be eating dinner like we just did. I told them just to wait until she calls them. Of course Nobody listens. And as soon as their dad is done watching his show, he walks them down there. I'm thinking I am not going to be a part of this fiasco, I'll just hide here behind my puter monitor, expecting them to come back right away.
Nope.
They were there about a good ten minutes before I finally mustered up the courage to go down there for recon and bring my troops back. I introduced myself and just told them I wanted to meet them. I asked the mother if they were busy, turns out they were, it's daddy's birthday over there and they were going out to dinner. Baby got up from a nap(i was too afraid to ask if the kid's and their dad ringing the bell woke the poor little guy up). I could feel myself squirming at this point. I wished the dad a happy birthday and hoped my kids would follow...seriously...chalk on the sidewalk and going home with mommy...guess which won?
Now onto Not Me. He's my favorite little character. Not Me has a way of breaking things, leaving yogurt and spilled milk on the carpet and my favorite was when the dog got out of the yard a few days ago, Not Me was responsible for that one too. My oldest, who is 18, told the kids one time "I'd love to meet this Not Me character, I have a bone to pick with him." lol.
I had just got done making the bed upstairs. The house was spotless(according to my standards anyway, immaculate will never happen in this household LOL). I went down to get a load of laundry and came back up to find the bed in a disarray. I called all the kids upstairs and asked them "WHO DID THIS?"
"Not me", says my daughter, and my twins, both in unison said "Not Me".
I give up.
If I ever find the little Leprechaun, Fairy, Elf, Gnome, or other invisible intruder I'll have to ask him if I need to show him how to change the toilet paper rolls in the bathroom. Because it seems like that roll is always full when everyone else needs it, but me. And when I ask "Who used the last of the toilet paper and didn't change the roll?!" I get the ever famous answer...
"NOT ME!"
*sigh*
Nobody ever listens. It's true. I have spent most of my days as a mother uttering these words and often find myself talking to the Wall. The Wall seems to listen more than Nobody ever does. Take for instance this evening. We have new neighbors, and my daughter is the most excited out of all my kids as she is the only one who doesn't have a little girl playmate. Yesterday when talking to the little girl's grandmother, I gave the little girl our phone numbers and told her when she can come over and play or wants to play at her house to call our numbers. This afternoon from the time my kids got out of school, they were telling me how they wanted to go over to this girl's house. I kept on telling them, "they have our numbers, they will call us."
That information doesn't register in the minds of 6 year olds and a 5 yr old girl, and apparently not in the mind of a 51 year old man either. After JUST explaining to ALL of them that they need to wait for her to call, their father tells them to go ahead and knock on this girl's door when he got home from work. The grandmother answers, says that the mom will be home in fifteen minutes and she will let the parents know that they want to play. Half an hour later, after I told them just to wait until she calls them another day, he sends them back over there.
No answer at the door. "But mommy their car is upfront!" I tried explaining *(again mind you) that they are probably busy and that they may be eating dinner like we just did. I told them just to wait until she calls them. Of course Nobody listens. And as soon as their dad is done watching his show, he walks them down there. I'm thinking I am not going to be a part of this fiasco, I'll just hide here behind my puter monitor, expecting them to come back right away.
Nope.
They were there about a good ten minutes before I finally mustered up the courage to go down there for recon and bring my troops back. I introduced myself and just told them I wanted to meet them. I asked the mother if they were busy, turns out they were, it's daddy's birthday over there and they were going out to dinner. Baby got up from a nap(i was too afraid to ask if the kid's and their dad ringing the bell woke the poor little guy up). I could feel myself squirming at this point. I wished the dad a happy birthday and hoped my kids would follow...seriously...chalk on the sidewalk and going home with mommy...guess which won?
Now onto Not Me. He's my favorite little character. Not Me has a way of breaking things, leaving yogurt and spilled milk on the carpet and my favorite was when the dog got out of the yard a few days ago, Not Me was responsible for that one too. My oldest, who is 18, told the kids one time "I'd love to meet this Not Me character, I have a bone to pick with him." lol.
I had just got done making the bed upstairs. The house was spotless(according to my standards anyway, immaculate will never happen in this household LOL). I went down to get a load of laundry and came back up to find the bed in a disarray. I called all the kids upstairs and asked them "WHO DID THIS?"
"Not me", says my daughter, and my twins, both in unison said "Not Me".
I give up.
If I ever find the little Leprechaun, Fairy, Elf, Gnome, or other invisible intruder I'll have to ask him if I need to show him how to change the toilet paper rolls in the bathroom. Because it seems like that roll is always full when everyone else needs it, but me. And when I ask "Who used the last of the toilet paper and didn't change the roll?!" I get the ever famous answer...
"NOT ME!"
*sigh*
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