I love him more than I ever thought was possible. Thank you, Lord, for the awesome honor of being his mama.
Friday
That Boy
I love him more than I ever thought was possible. Thank you, Lord, for the awesome honor of being his mama.
Thursday
Where's My Cape?
It has been four years since I heard the teacher say that I would soon distinguish my baby's cries. She meant that not only would I distinguish my baby's cries from other baby's, but I would also begin to distinguish from among my own baby's different cries.
I was skeptical. I mean all baby cries sounded the same to me.
Of course, it wasn't long after Ann was born that I realized that the teacher had been serious. All babies did sound different. Not only that, but newborns were actually beautiful and not just shriveled and red. Who knew?
However, that teacher failed to warn me that these superpowers don't just stop with distinguishing cries. Oh no, not at all.
Soon parents learn to tell what annoying toy is still making noises though the children have all gone to bed. Or, they may all be playing, but one toy can be heard above all others and it must. be. stopped. NOW! (As a side note, it should be recorded that approximately 99.9% of these noisy toys come from grandparents.)
I can identify the pesky little yellow car from a mile, or a room away, whatever. The point is it now resides on top of our refrigerator so that no other toy can bump it and make it play its demolition sounds. And, if Chris fails to notice it is missing in another day or two, it will be forever gone to some unsuspecting mother who stumbles upon it at the thrift store. But, I digress.
I realize that these powers are likely universal to mothers.
Just the other day, I was talking with my friend while our children played in her house. Suddenly, she stopped talking and cocked her head while wearing a look of concentration. Within seconds, she said, "Would someone please turn off the Nemo Bubble Maker?" She was dead on! A child turned it off and peace reigned for a moment.
I'm guessing her children's grandparents gave them that toy.
How about you,? Have you been surprised by the, um, new skills you've acquired since becoming a mama?
I was skeptical. I mean all baby cries sounded the same to me.
Of course, it wasn't long after Ann was born that I realized that the teacher had been serious. All babies did sound different. Not only that, but newborns were actually beautiful and not just shriveled and red. Who knew?
However, that teacher failed to warn me that these superpowers don't just stop with distinguishing cries. Oh no, not at all.
Soon parents learn to tell what annoying toy is still making noises though the children have all gone to bed. Or, they may all be playing, but one toy can be heard above all others and it must. be. stopped. NOW! (As a side note, it should be recorded that approximately 99.9% of these noisy toys come from grandparents.)
I can identify the pesky little yellow car from a mile, or a room away, whatever. The point is it now resides on top of our refrigerator so that no other toy can bump it and make it play its demolition sounds. And, if Chris fails to notice it is missing in another day or two, it will be forever gone to some unsuspecting mother who stumbles upon it at the thrift store. But, I digress.
I realize that these powers are likely universal to mothers.
Just the other day, I was talking with my friend while our children played in her house. Suddenly, she stopped talking and cocked her head while wearing a look of concentration. Within seconds, she said, "Would someone please turn off the Nemo Bubble Maker?" She was dead on! A child turned it off and peace reigned for a moment.
I'm guessing her children's grandparents gave them that toy.
How about you,? Have you been surprised by the, um, new skills you've acquired since becoming a mama?
Wednesday
Please? Please? PLEASE!?!
As a child, my mom would always remind me to use the "magic word".
The magic word was, of course, "please".
I'm not sure how she came up with that. Perhaps my grandma said the same thing.
We haven't continued that tradition, but that doesn't keep my two-year-old, Chris, from thinking that "please" is a word with superpowers.
Yes indeed, he thinks that any requests made, using "please," will cause Mommy and Daddy to have a complete lapse in judgment and let him continue on his merry way.
Now, I admit, he looks and sounds extremely cute when he uses his manners. However, we have limits. I am not going to let him repeatedly bang on the kitchen table with a can of mandarin oranges no matter how sweetly he asks.
He also isn't going to get to jump off of the furniture, pick up his baby sister, eat candy for breakfast, and, well, you get the point.
Of course, he isn't deterred by how many times I say "no." So, I suppose it is only a matter of time before I do have that complete lapse in judgment.
Such is the sweet life with a two-year-old.
The magic word was, of course, "please".
I'm not sure how she came up with that. Perhaps my grandma said the same thing.
We haven't continued that tradition, but that doesn't keep my two-year-old, Chris, from thinking that "please" is a word with superpowers.
Yes indeed, he thinks that any requests made, using "please," will cause Mommy and Daddy to have a complete lapse in judgment and let him continue on his merry way.
Now, I admit, he looks and sounds extremely cute when he uses his manners. However, we have limits. I am not going to let him repeatedly bang on the kitchen table with a can of mandarin oranges no matter how sweetly he asks.
He also isn't going to get to jump off of the furniture, pick up his baby sister, eat candy for breakfast, and, well, you get the point.
Of course, he isn't deterred by how many times I say "no." So, I suppose it is only a matter of time before I do have that complete lapse in judgment.
Such is the sweet life with a two-year-old.
Monday
A Change in Plans
Okay, I've posted a time or two about the old to-do list. Really, I'm getting better about letting it go. In fact, I only really use them on Monday and Tuesday. By Wednesday, reality sets in and I toss it out the window. Well, really I just let it get buried under other things sitting on the kitchen counter, but whatever.
So, this morning I was both plugging away at the list and focusing on the kiddos. That wasn't too tough since they were playing well together. Anyways, I actually vacuumed and did a few other things I won't bore you with.
We loaded up the van and headed to our MOP Steering Team Meeting. I distinctly remember sort of reviewing the day in my head as I sang songs with the kiddos. (By sang songs, I mean danced around like a complete fool not caring who was watching.)
My day was so neat orderly in my head. It was a pretty little to-do list with a few things already scratched off.
Once at church, I unloaded Baby Jane and grabbed for the diaper bag. As I went to hang it on the stroller, I noticed that Jane was spitting up. Well, at least she started out spitting up, but then she progressed to vomiting. You can probably guess the rest of the story.
So, it's bye-bye to my little list. I'll see you next Monday. I have a little feeling that I won't miss you much.
So, this morning I was both plugging away at the list and focusing on the kiddos. That wasn't too tough since they were playing well together. Anyways, I actually vacuumed and did a few other things I won't bore you with.
We loaded up the van and headed to our MOP Steering Team Meeting. I distinctly remember sort of reviewing the day in my head as I sang songs with the kiddos. (By sang songs, I mean danced around like a complete fool not caring who was watching.)
My day was so neat orderly in my head. It was a pretty little to-do list with a few things already scratched off.
Once at church, I unloaded Baby Jane and grabbed for the diaper bag. As I went to hang it on the stroller, I noticed that Jane was spitting up. Well, at least she started out spitting up, but then she progressed to vomiting. You can probably guess the rest of the story.
So, it's bye-bye to my little list. I'll see you next Monday. I have a little feeling that I won't miss you much.
Sunday
Two Words
It has been...
7 years,
5 moves,
1 apartment,
1 town home,
3 houses,
Countless road trips,
1 dog,
3 amazing children,
A few trials,
Plus too many blessings to list,
And, I still say "I do."
Happy Anniversary, Tony. I'm so glad I said those words seven years ago today.
7 years,
5 moves,
1 apartment,
1 town home,
3 houses,
Countless road trips,
1 dog,
3 amazing children,
A few trials,
Plus too many blessings to list,
And, I still say "I do."
Happy Anniversary, Tony. I'm so glad I said those words seven years ago today.
Friday
Easy Chore Time
Well, that was no big deal. It really took me no time at all to get the last week's laundry put away and all of the bed linens changed.
Oh, did I forget to mention my wonderful husband took the day off? He may or may not have taken the "big kids" to the gym to go swimming. I won't tell.
And lest you think I'm one of those who overuse quotation marks, (and I probably do) I always use quotes when I write big kids, because I really don't know that ages 3 and 2 qualify as being big kids. However, they don't require my body in order to eat, so that makes them big around here.
Happy Friday! Oh, and thanks Tony! You now will no longer have to dig through piles of clean clothes to find what you need. Well, at least for a day or two.
Oh, did I forget to mention my wonderful husband took the day off? He may or may not have taken the "big kids" to the gym to go swimming. I won't tell.
And lest you think I'm one of those who overuse quotation marks, (and I probably do) I always use quotes when I write big kids, because I really don't know that ages 3 and 2 qualify as being big kids. However, they don't require my body in order to eat, so that makes them big around here.
Happy Friday! Oh, and thanks Tony! You now will no longer have to dig through piles of clean clothes to find what you need. Well, at least for a day or two.
Wednesday
Talking on the Phone
Lately, Tony has been working long hours. We all miss him.
Due to these longer hours, the kiddos have spent a bit more time chatting on the phone with him. I really appreciate that he takes time out of his busy day to show Ann and Chris that they are important to him.
Today, Ann had a turn to talk to Daddy.
I wondered what she would share about her morning.
Would she tell him about the devotion we shared at breakfast?
Would she tell him that she was learning what it means to show proper respect?
Maybe she would tell him about tracing the number zero and even how she wrote it on her own a few times.
Or, maybe she would simply tell him she was excited to show him the collage she created using scissors, construction paper, and a glue stick.
Let's face it. We rarely do even one of these things on any given morning and this morning we had done all four of these things. I was eager to hear her retell the morning's events. I figured I'd learn what had been her favorite part since I'd yet to ask her.
Well.
Ann excitedly took the phone and practically screamed, "Hi Daddy!"
Then, she proceeded to describe how Chris had pooped in his pants and stuck his hand in it. She made sure to let him know that he wiped a bit of it on me as well as on her blanket.
How can I compete with that?
Due to these longer hours, the kiddos have spent a bit more time chatting on the phone with him. I really appreciate that he takes time out of his busy day to show Ann and Chris that they are important to him.
Today, Ann had a turn to talk to Daddy.
I wondered what she would share about her morning.
Would she tell him about the devotion we shared at breakfast?
Would she tell him that she was learning what it means to show proper respect?
Maybe she would tell him about tracing the number zero and even how she wrote it on her own a few times.
Or, maybe she would simply tell him she was excited to show him the collage she created using scissors, construction paper, and a glue stick.
Let's face it. We rarely do even one of these things on any given morning and this morning we had done all four of these things. I was eager to hear her retell the morning's events. I figured I'd learn what had been her favorite part since I'd yet to ask her.
Well.
Ann excitedly took the phone and practically screamed, "Hi Daddy!"
Then, she proceeded to describe how Chris had pooped in his pants and stuck his hand in it. She made sure to let him know that he wiped a bit of it on me as well as on her blanket.
How can I compete with that?
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