By clothes, I also meant Little Man's new quilt, a throw pillow, and surely other things I've yet to discover.
That is all I'm going to write about that.
I went to get the camera, because, hello, I have a blog. That is when the morning got even more interesting.
I searched high. I searched low. The camera was nowhere to be found.
I was stumped, and then I remembered; it was in the stroller basket. The stroller was sitting on the back patio, where it poured rain this morning.
And, that is also all I'm going to write about that.
Later on in the day, I found myself reading over at Holding Little Hands, where she confessed that she once searched the grocery store for "brown onions". She didn't understand that brown was a verb and not an adjective. I enjoyed a much-needed laugh after the morning I had.
Then, I remembered a kitchen moment I had not long after I was married.
I knew my husband liked crescent rolls, so I bought a tube. Once home, I opened them and unrolled them. I carefully placed the triangles on a baking sheet. I specifically remember thinking, "Hmmm, I wonder how the triangles turn into crescents? Guess it happens in the oven."
It didn't. They came out looking like puffy triangles. However, they still tasted the same, and my husband had a good laugh. All was not lost.
Ironically, at the time, I remember being embarrassed. Today, I almost couldn't type as I was laughing so hard while I wrote the story. (I do realize it isn't THAT funny, but it is after my morning.) Guess that goes to show that we do eventually get to look back and laugh at our mishaps.
Even ones that involve a certain two-year-old and his new bedding covered in Vaseline.
Then, I'd explain that I was offering Already-Been-Chewed gum. Clearly, I'd had someone offer me the same thing. I wasn't that creative. It was a silly thing we did as kids.
I never expected the other kid to actually eat the gum--yuck! Hopefully, after playing the joke, I was kind enough to offer a fresh piece.
There is a point to this.
I thought of this childhood joke as I ate my lunch.
Would you like to know why?
Let me show you.
Do you see the piece of cucumber at the top of the salad bowl? Please notice the bite marks.
They aren't mine.
As I was finishing my salad, I noticed this little cucumber. I knew that there hadn't been an opportunity for Big Sister to munch on it while I made, served, or ate lunch. Therefore, I can only conclude that she ate it sometime last night or the night before that. We've been eating this leftover salad for a few days.
That means the salad sat in the fridge with that A.B.C. cucumber. Yum!
Care to join us for dinner? I'm serving spaghetti and meatballs, asparagus, and salad, of course.
Except the pie was missing a piece, thanks to my husband.
Oh, he knew full well that I was taking the pie to friends. It is just that this pie is that good.
I found the recipe in the newspaper while we were still living in Arkansas. It was one of the dessert winners in the newspaper's Holiday Cookbook.
Technically, it is called Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Pie. But, around here, we think that name is a tad misleading. The crust is made up of cookie dough, but the filling is more like a cheesecake. So, I'm taking to calling it The Pie. I'm nothing if not creative.
Here it it is....
Preheat the oven to 325 degrees.
Press the cookie dough into an ungreased 9-inch pie plate.
In a large bowl, combine the cream cheese, sugar, eggs, and half a cup of the candy pieces.
Pour over the top of the cookie dough.
Bake for 30 minutes or until set.
Cool completely and top with more candy pieces.
Chill until ready to serve. (You definitely want to wait until the pie is chilled or you will be disappointed. We keep the pie in the freezer because we think it tastes better that way.)
Each time I read that sentence, I struggle not to add on a hearty, "Amen to that." I mean, I don't want to offend Big Sister.
But, here's the thing. Parenting is hard.
That is why I can't get the lady from the grocery store out of my mind.
This morning, I found myself on a grocery run with Little Man and my brother, who is Uncle Little Man. Well, not really. But Little Man and my brother have the same name. Hubs and I think my brother has a great name, so we stole it. Of course, we think my brother is pretty great too, but I digress.
I had one more thing to buy. Little Man was quickly losing patience. I had met every need as best I could, but I was not going to grant his request of getting down so he could run wild. He disagreed with my decision and was protesting.
I told Uncle Little Man (I'm sure he loves being referred to as such, especially since he is almost six and a half feet tall) to ignore him. I then walked quickly to pick up my last item, before heading to the checkout.
That is when a lady walked by my brother and sarcastically muttered something like, "Well, that's good parenting."
That shouldn't have bothered me. I'd like to say I shrugged it off. But, clearly, since I'm posting about it, I haven't exactly forgotten it.
You see, Little Man is "going through a stage." If you are a parent, you know what I mean. I've been left second guessing every. single. thing. It seems as though every interaction with my special little guy leaves me wondering if I'm doing my best for him.
So, that is why the lady at the store almost brought me to tears. And, this is especially pathetic since I learned of her comment only because my brother told me.
I've spent much of my day thinking about this morning. I wouldn't have changed anything I did. Truly, I wouldn't.
Instead, I've concluded that I need thicker skin. Easier said than done. Maybe, maybe not.
The way I figure it is that God gave Little Man to my husband and me. He obviously thinks we're the best people for the job of raising the little guy. There is only One who gets to judge our job raising Little Man.
It isn't the lady from the grocery store (who incidentally probably has no kids of her own).
I think if we remember this, we'll do just fine. After all, He has promised to help.
Please pray for Steven Curtis Chapman's family as they are in the midst of a heartbreaking tragedy.
Big Sister: "My ear still hurts."
Me: "Put your ice pack back on it."
Big Sister: "Which ear was it?"
Me: "Um, the one that hurts so much."
She randomly picked an ear and put the ice pack back on it.
They just might be the funniest when they don't even try. I love it!
But, some things do change. Baby Girl first rolled almost two weeks ago, and I'm just now recording it.
It used to be that I'd have pictures ready to go five minutes after taking the photos. Let's just not talk about the fact that I still don't have a picture of her cuteness in the bath. Here she is:
We love you Baby Girl! We're enjoying every minute of watching you grow.
She was obviously hiding something.
Honestly, I wanted to pretend I didn't see her. I wanted to be a lazy mama. But, I've been telling her "sneaking is sinning" and also stressing the importance of telling the truth.
So, I hung up the phone and got Big Sister's attention. It was obvious that she was eating something. I assumed it was the brownies that were on the counter.
I reminded her that it is important to tell the truth.
I patiently waited to hear her tell me she had taken a brownie.
Then, she opened her mouth, and it was clear she hadn't eaten a brownie.
She breathed dog breath all over my face as she said, "it's dog food."
The kicker was she had a look on her face like she was eating candy, or something equally enjoyable.
I shook my head, thanked her for telling the truth, and sent her to time out.
Then, I went into the kitchen and both laughed and gagged.
Never a dull moment, I tell you, there is never a dull moment around here.
So, it isn't unusual for me to start a book and put it down only to pick it up a few days, weeks, or months later. This was the case with Beth Moore's book Breaking Free. I grabbed it off the shelf just as I began to nurse Baby Girl. I looked for the dog-eared page and read this:
P. S. (Mommy says she tried to get a picture of our faces, but we were too excited about my new toy to pay any attention to her. Besides, she always has that silly camera in her hand.)
Care to guess who keeps waking up before the sun?
Poor little guy is too tired to play. Poor little mama thinks she should join him.
It actually looks quite comfy through the eyes of a somewhat sleep-deprived mama.
I'm supposed to list six uninteresting things about myself. That should be interesting, or not.
- I really, really like gas station cappuccinos. You know, the ones that come out of the little machines. I'm particularly fond of French Vanilla and English Toffee. Yum!
- I'm not fond of giving back rubs. Poor hubby.
- I frequently read and watch TV at the same time.
- I almost always drink decaf coffee.
- The Mark of the Lion books by Francine Rivers are some of my favorite reads.
- I twirl my hair when I'm tired. I've done this since I was child.
Here are the rules of this meme:
If you want to play: Link back to the person who tagged you.Post these rules on your blog
List 6 uninteresting things about yourself.
Tag 6 random people at the end of your entry.
I followed the first two rules, but I'm bending the last one. I'm not going to tag anyone. But, if you read this and feel like playing along, go for it. Please be sure to leave me a comment and let me know you're playing.
I promise, she didn't learn this one by example.
So, in an effort to keep him sleeping past the rising of the sun, my husband hung a blanket over Little Man's window blinds. He hoped to block any tiny bit of light from disturbing Little Man's sleep.
His efforts were rewarded with Little Man arising before the sun at exactly 5:19. Nice.
No wonder he wanted some coffee the other day.
If I get the privilege to be a grandma, I hope I'm as wonderful as my children's grandparents. They are awesome. They pretty much take over caring for the children so that my husband and I can rest a bit. I love seeing them love on my children.
Alas, now we are back to the land of reality. It is no guarantee that I will get a nap today. There is no promise of reading a book for pleasure later in the morning.
Oh, and seeing as how Little Man already came barging in the door as I was, ahem, in the restroom, I suppose I can't count on moments of privacy either.
However, there is still nothing quite like coming home. I enjoyed my own bed and am drinking coffee fresh from my coffee pot.
Now, I'm off to detox the children from all the attention. Well, that and catch up the laundry, run a few errands, and of course, cook. Oh yes, and remember to lock the bathroom door.
It's good to be home!
Thanks for a wonderful time Grandpas and Grandmas!
"Uh huh," he said.
Oh, oops, I thought he would say no. I mean the kid says no to every. single. thing.
"I'm just kidding silly guy. Silly mommy. Coffee is for mamas," I said as I tried to distract the boy with toast, grapes, and milk.
But, he wasn't buying it.
Then, I thought oh so wisely that maybe I could just give him a bit of coffee since it was decaf. I just knew he wouldn't like it. It isn't like I would share any of mama's creamer with him to make it the delicious drink we all know it is.
So I smugly poured a small sip into a cup. I waited for it to cool.
Then I gave my husband an aren't-I-a-smart-mama look and put it in front of Little Man.
He promptly took a big sip, smiled, and said "ahhhh."
What!? No that isn't how that was supposed to go. He was supposed to spit it out like he did last night's dinner.
Why oh why did I have to change parenting tactics? A simple firm no would have done the job.
Would it be cruel to dump a bunch of salt or black pepper into it the next time he asks for a cup of coffee?