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Things And Stuff


After reading a post about how people used to struggle when they were first starting out in life, I recalled our own simple beginnings. Hubbyman was still militaryman, enlisted military man… which means, nevermind. I won’t go there. Let’s just suffice it to say, that we do not properly compensate our service members and their families. (Especially when you think about how one term in congress sets you up for life… it’s ridiculous. But I won’t continue that direction.) And if you think that we do properly compensate them, then you’ve never been exposed to life as an enlisted servicemember. Sure there are perks, like the Commissary (grocery store) where things are discounted and tax free (they are also closer to expiration date, and who doesn’t want to go through armed security every time they’re out of milk?!), the  housing (hey, who doesn’t love espestos and having to call in a special team anytime you want to hang up a picture?! Or walls so thin you can have conversations with your neighbor without having to leave your bedroom?! And those were the nice ones.)  Anyways….I was thinking about our first year of marriage.

We’d only been married a few months when we were sent to the next duty station. Which will probably always be one of our most favorite places on earth. An island in the Puget North Sound; surrounded by ocean and mountains; filled with state parks and beaches. It’s also the place I became a mother, but this isn’t about that… so we moved. We trekked our vehicles, some necessary belongings, and ourselves up the coast. When we finally landed and moved in… well, let’s just say we were thankful for all the bath and kitchen supplies we’d gotten as wedding gifts, but that’s basically all we had. And most of it was still in transit, along with our 20ish year old TV. So what did we do? We played lots of games. I beat hubbyman in Trouble, so many times, that he still refuses to play it with me. And one of our, well, at least one of mine, favorite memories happened in our office. The only piece of furniture we had, other than our bed, was a desk with our computer on it. So we’d set up our camping chairs (literally, no furniture.) in the office, and watch movies on the computer. Even once our TV arrived, either it was so old it didn’t have a connection, or we just didn’t have a DVD player. Either is possible, and I don’t remember which. Either way, we continued to watch movies, in our camping chairs, on our computer… and while we probably thought it was “lame” back then, now I’m very appreciative of those times.

So while we have stuff coming out of our ears now, including furniture, a newer TV (that can use -and does- a dvd player), and three children… I love our earlier times. I loved that we started out with nothing and worked our way from there. I appreciate that we did what we could with what we had. And what I really appreciate was the fact that without all the “things” distracting us, we really were able to focus on what was really important, like each other, and hiking new trails, and visiting amazing places, and meeting amazing people.

And so in memory of those days and because all of the “things” that are overtaking our house… I’m in full-on organizational mode! Things are getting done, and put away, and probably over organized if it kills me… and it might.

Anyone have any great organizational tools, or favorite tips? My kids love puzzles. They also love to dump every single puzzle piece on the floor in a big pile. I’m such an organizer that I’d go through and put them all back together before putting them away. Well, one day I got tired of it. So I took each puzzle board (if there was one) and numbered it. The back of each puzzle piece has a correlating number, and the big ziploc bag they go in, also has a correlating number on it. So pick up is a breeze. The kids can look to see what numbers are the same and group them all together and do it themselves! And I’m happy because they’re all where they belong, and I didn’t have to do it myself! Have you done anything that made your day to day so much easier?

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Secrets to (a long, happy) Marriage


I’m  not sure where this originated. I got it in one of those, been-forwarded-to-a-million-people because if you don’t you’ll get bad luck for life, or will never meet your soul mate, and will never make a million dollars. I kept it in my inbox because it was so funny. So today when I saw this was also floating around facebook…I figured it was an omen. So to avoid any bad fortune, I’m sharing this with you. Kidding. I just love it. And can totally see hubbyman and I having this conversation. In jest of course. Enjoy!

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I’m Thankful


So if you’re wondering why week after week (when I don’t forget!) I continue to post a list of things I’m thankful for? Because I believe thankfulness is a very important thing to maintain thankfulness in your life. And I find when I am focusing on the things I am thankful for, I’m focusing less on things that bug me, and therefore, I’m happier. Because we all know the adage of “If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy,” and the fact that there’s a whole lot of truth in that statement! So, mama’s trying to maintain a happy household!

*I am thankful for creative, innovative people like Steve Jobs. People who challenge the status-quo and challenge us to think for ourselves.

*I am thankful for a husband who is handy and has a very task-oriented mindset.

*I am thankful for children who love me unconditionally (at least so far!)

*I am thankful for friends to unwind with (and stay with to get out of the paint smell!!)

 

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Perfect I Am. Not.


I’m going to share a secret with you. Nevermind, no, I’m not… Oh, fine. *Sigh* Ok, here goes. Sometimes I am not a perfect parent. I have a temper, I can be impatient, and some days I get really, really frustrated. (And I realize that I basically just said I’m impatient three times.) (This may go along with why I’m not a perfect spouse either, but that’s another story.)

I never would have imagined myself getting this frustrated with my children. After all, I wanted them and I love them… how could these three sweet beings make me so mad I could become a fire breathing dragon? I know this is all very shocking to find out… I was shocked as well. But there you have it, I am not a perfect parent.

When I’m tired, I am not my best self. And I’m tired a lot. I am guilty of giving them “quiet time” just because I needed some quiet time (and not because they actually needed/deserved the time out). I am guilty of disciplining them above their paygrade (or age). I am guilty of giving one preferential treatment over the other, based on who is currently being “the whiney one”, even when I know they are just needing some focused attention. I am guilty of wishing they would just shut up, even when they’re just (noisily) playing, or asking  a question-filled child, Can’t you ever be quiet?!? I am guilty of parenting in a way that does not coincide with what I believe parenting should be, for our family. I am guilty of throwing temper tantrums that may rival most 3 year olds.

Before you call my husband, or social services, you should know that these aren’t daily occurrences (at least not all of them every day/in the same day). But they happen, and I’m admitting it because… well, because maybe they happen to you too? And admittance is the first step, right?

So while I may have a meltdown one minute, I can assure you that it’s usually (about 98.5% of the time) followed by immediate remorse, apologies, talks, hugs, kisses, and the taking of a deep breath. Because while my impatience can sometimes reduce me to 3-year-old-antics, I am actually an adult, and I really do try and behave like one. At least when it comes to my children. And I know that really, this is not the way I’d envisioned parenting, nor is it the way I want to be parenting.

Why am I telling you this information? Because I’m human. Because I’m being honest. Because I want you to know that you’re not alone,  and since I’m being honest, I’ll admit that maybe it’s because I want to know that I’m not alone. Most importantly, because I want to make a change. I have gotten so little sleep lately that my patience has been thin-to none. And Mommy has been more drill sergeant than teacher. As my children are getting older, they will be remembering more and more. I can’t help but wondering if I’ve been behaving in a manner I’d appreciate them remembering?

I have one more thing to admit- The downside to attempting to have more patience and be a more patient parent? I’m going to be given opportunities to be tested. Crap.

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ISO: Coffee IV


Yesterday, I used the humor that is my daughter to drag myself through the day, and put me in a better mood. Today, however, I will be inserting a coffee IV to simply keep me alive. I have no gotten more than 5 hrs of sleep at night for the last month, with only one exception. Last Friday, Littlest E slept through the night and I only woke once with a coughing fit. My allergies have been worse this year than they have in the last couple, and when they were at their worst, we had several dust and plaster filled projects going on that left their particles to settle in my lungs. The last two weeks Littlest E has gotten two of his molars in (One on top and one on the bottom- on opposite sides. For some reason, I find this weird.) and therefore has been waking every half hour after midnight, and due to the dust in my lungs, I was spending the first couple hours coughing and trying to get comfortable. I’d finally fall asleep just in time to be woken by a cranky little man. And, despite the state my home is currently in, I have been up until waaaay toooo late cleaning multiple times a week, for the last month. So short story made long and boring- I’m tired. So very tired.

We were supposed to have someone coming to the house for an inspection this morning and so I ran frantically yesterday (we didn’t get the notice until right before I left for a weekend away) trying to unpack and clean… with two children (MissE and Littlest E) who are either having allergies or are coming down with something. So as much as I could do with two little ones who don’t feel good (especially considering one is just over a year… and therefore becoming a stage 5 “clinger”). And then I stayed up until 1:30am cleaning. Or attempting to, in my sleep exhausted state. Staying up when I’m that tired is really kind of pointless, because I move in such slow motion.  I finally climb into bed and just as I drift off, littlest E wakes up and is not happy. He remains unhappy until almost 6, and then sleeps until about 7:45ish. I then rush around doing a final clean up before the 9:30 appointment, only to find out that it’s been cancelled.

It’s only 11 and I’ve already endured 3 hours of pretty constant whining and have only had a brief reprieve from having multiple children (simultaneously) try and form themselves to my leg. I finally get Littlest to release his vice grip on my leg, so I can attempt and get something productive done… only to turn around and have him run screaming to me. When he settles I finally see what’s going on… there was a bucket that still had some paint left in it, without being sealed shut. He had eaten some, had it smeared all over his face and hands, along with his brand new clothes. And it’s not all over one of my favorite shirts and one of my 2 pairs of jeans that actually fit.

I clean him, and myself, as much as  can, and feed him (to get rid of the paint taste if nothing else). And while he’s content to play for a moment, I grab the computer looking for a moment of reprieve. Only to find that Hubbyman has messaged me to tell me he’s going out to happy hour with some vendors from work tonight and that Friday they’re going on a “booze cruise” (a paddle boat ride around one of the rivers) as a work outing. I’ve decided I’m not going to respond until I’ve gotten at least 10 hours of sleep. At this rate, I will be responding in late December.

I no longer track my sleep by how many hours I get (why would I when the number is so low and scary, like last nights >2?), but by how many cups of coffee will be needed to keep me awake. Today, I will be requiring an IV.

What do you do when you’ve gotten no sleep after multiple nights?

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Messy MissE


Whooo…whooo….Is that what owls say, Mom?

Ribbit…ribbit…Is that what frogs say, Mom?

Hump…hump (with back arched like it has a hump)…Is that what camels say, Mom?  The word hump was coupled with her doing a little jump each time. You may to have witnessed this to understand it’s funniness.

She not only likes to announce to me, and however’s within earshot, whenever she has to go potty… and exactly what she’ll be doing in the bathroom. We’ve had many conversations lately about how it’s ok for her to tell me, quietly, once we’re already in the bathroom, but when we’re in public, she should just say, I need to go potty, and leave it at that. Well, while out for lunch with Grandma S, she informed me she had to go potty. I took her by the hand and led her down the aisle filled with other Grandma’s all oohing and ahhing over her curls and sweet smile and Miss E waved at each of their smiling faces. She then (very loudly) turned to me and said, “Don’t worry Mom, I won’t tell those grandma’s that I  have to go poop. I’ll just whisper it to you when we get in the bathroom.” (*insert a handful of grandmas chuckling*)

Today the big two were bickering back and forth, and several “No more bathroom talk!” conversations were necessary as Big E has entered that “boy stage” where everything is bathroom talk. Unfortunately, his sister wants to do and say everything he does, and I was reaching my limit! I told them they’d start having time out in the bathroom if they kept calling each other names using potty talk. A moment later Miss E asked if I would open the bathroom door for her. She paused and looked out at her brother who then yelled something especially special (about something very lovely being squished into her eye). I told him to sit down. (Meaning to deal with him when done with Miss E) I then turned to her and asked if she needed any other help. She said no thanks, and gently pushed me out the door.  She then hung her body out the door and began to divulge her retort back to her brother. Exasperated I continued my tyrade about my feelings towards all the “bathroom talk” going on. Miss E continues to push my buttons as she’s just sitting there giving me a look that says, Clearly, mom has lost her marbles… when she comes back with, But Mooooom, I am in the bathroom.  I look at her, and ask (with eyebrows raised) What?! And she gives the answer I was afraid of: That’s why I went into the bathroom! 

This girl is too smart for my own good!

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Ugh.


Since I missed it this week (and maybe the week before too! Yikes!), I’m going to start with a couple things I’m REALLY thankful for!

  • Family!
  • My lovely children!
  • My hardworking hubby!
  • My project oriented hubby!
  • My willing and able brother! (he was hubbyman’s painting partner)
  • My in-laws! We love to go to their house and it’s so wonderful to spend time with them.
  • My sister-in-law got her medical assistance approved (my brother and his wife are missionaries)
  • A hubby who can anticipate my needs- there was creamer in the fridge when I woke up!
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming (ha!):

I want to blog. I like to write. I love to talk. The problem is, I’m having a difficult time actually doing it. Somewhere in between the 3 children, the husband, the laundry, the cooking, the painting (we have vaulted ceilings that were in dire need of painting… not fun. Poor hubbyman.)… and we have someone coming to the house TOMORROW and I was gone all weekend. So the house is covered in paint, tools, and toys.

I spend lots of time thinking about the things I want to say… but when it comes to taking “time out” to do it… I’m not so disciplined. I’m needing to work on a better schedule I think, or better time management at least. I took the kids to my in-laws this weekend for some Grandma & Papa time (an added bonus was then I didn’t have to keep the kids out of the way during painting, or have smell the paint fumes!) and it was nice to “get away.” We did some shopping (for necessary winter gear as we could have snow this month), lots of playtime, and Big E even helped me make super, super yummy Fallen Souffle Cupcakes! It was so fun to have the time and space to do some of these fun things with my little ones that sometimes I miss out on because I’m too busy with the daily grind.

My hope it work super hard this week getting things done (and cleaned!) and organized!!! And the final painting will hopefully be finished next weekend… and then I can get a much better schedule implemented where I’m doing fun things like baking with the kids and making you laugh… those are important things, you know! (*smile*)

In the meantime, anyone have a place they go for really great redecorating or (re)arranging furniture?

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Forever Fluff


When I was pregnant with Big E, hubbyman and I talked about cloth diapers. I don’t remember what made us think about them or what our exact feelings about them were, but I do remember that we moved when he was only 3 months and we weren’t really certain what the future would hold for us (we were back and forth between parents while we looked for jobs and housing)… so we decided just used disposables. When Miss E came around we were living in an apartment, big E was only 18 months old, and our tiny little laundry room with only one washer and one dryer was not convenient by any means, and was 3$ for one wash and dry. So when we had Littlest E I’d kind of forgotten about my desire to try cloth… and then a couple friends (three of my college girlfriends were all pregnant at the same time as I was!) used cloth on their babies! They gave lots of helpful advice and insight. And by 5 months we were set up. Ten months later, we are still cloth diapering it, and loving it more than ever!

While you might be grimacing and picture buckets and pails and stinkiness… I have to tell you, these are not your mama’s cloth diapers…Today’s cloth diapering is a whole new ball game. It’s about cuteness, and comfort, and ease. They come in all kinds of different styles and prints. And gone are the days of those humongous pins and plastic wrapped prefolds. Today you can have ones that are the same design as a disposable, only instead of tossing it out, you toss it in the wash! They can close with a “snappi,” velcro, or for your baby who loves to undo himself, with snaps. You can have diapers where everything is all in one (AIO) where you don’t have to do anything to it, just put it on! You can have ones that have a “pocket” that you put inserts into with the amount depending on how absorbent you need it to be (like it if it’s for bedtime or naptime). You can have covers that go over your traditional prefolds/soakers. Really, the possibilities are endless. And so are the brands!  There is a ridiculous amount of brands, sizes, and styles. I took the advice (and experience) to heart of a fellow cloth mama, and got one brand for my start up… and I loved them so much that I never deviated (for almost a year). But when I asked in a couple of cloth diapering groups what they would tell a new-to-cloth parent, most of them responded with try lots of different brands and styles so that you can find what works best for you and your baby.

Another tip? Find a store that sells cloth diapers, if you can. Here in the Twin Cities, we have All Things Diapers. They are awesome! So friendly, so knowledgable! And if you buy some diapers and don’t like them? You can return them (yes, even used) and get all your money back (within 30 days- that means you can keep them and try them for a whole month!)!

They have a wide selection, and when asked what was one thing you’d be sure to tell a new-to-cloth-diapers-parent, Liz (one of their super informative, friendly, and helpful employees), had this to say:

 

Go to a cloth diaper store in person and touch and see the diapers.  You will learn in ten minutes at a store what would take hours of research online to figure out.

And she’s totally right! When I was there, I watched them interact with a new mom for over an hour… answering all of her questions. And then sending her off with a variety of brands and styles. That way she could try them out and see what she likes and what she doesn’t. And then she could come back and they’d set up her stash with what she’d learned about them. Plus, she had the added benefit of hearing what some other veteran cloth diaper-ers had to say about what they like and dislike about things. (All Things Cloth also offers a ton of different classes -from babywearing and cloth diapering to a family music class and much more! They also have a weekly coffee time for cloth diapering families! How awesome is that?!)

Those that know me, know that I have a love of turtles, and I found this super cute diaper (Softbums echo) in their store and it has since become a favorite. Not only is the design (turtles, alligators, lizards, frogs… and the saying later, gator!) super cute, but it is the softest diaper I have ever felt! Plus this is definitely the trimest (most form fitting) diaper I have! Did I mention the softness? Soft enough, that I plan to go back and get another one of these diapers! (And right now they have limited edition prints!)

See? Cute, right?

Think laundering will be disgusting and difficult? I bet you’d be pleasantly surprised by the ease of it all. In fact, there are even disposable liners that you can put in a diaper (like for an older baby who is eating some solids and has a “regular” time of day) and then just toss in the toilet. There is a handy little sprayer that you can (easily) attach right to your toilet as well that knocks it all off. And that’s only necessary once they’re eating solids. ALL diapers of an exclusively breastfed baby can be tossed right in the laundry. It’s as simple as this: Run rinse cycle. Run hot wash/cold rinse. Run rinse cycle again. Or you may be surprised to find that there a tons of cloth diaper services out there that will do your laundry for you! (And you can still save while doing this! Seriously! All Things Cloth has the best service! They are more affordable and their practices are unparalleled in the diaper service industry!)

So, why should you choose cloth? Here are my top five reasons that motivated us to try, and stick with, cloth diapers:

  1. Money. For what 2-3 months of disposables would cost, I covered a year’s worth of his diaper needs. (They say on average you will spent over $2,500 on disposable diapers per child. Compare that with the $200 I’ve spent on diapers and diapering supplies) All Things Diapers has a wonderful page with the breakdown of how much you save, where, and why. (Worth the look!)
  2. Health. Just like we’re conscious about what we put in our bodies, we want to be intentional with what we’re putting on our bodies. Especially since all things you put on your skin have the potential to get into your blood stream. (I had a wake up call when looking at the products they suggest you forgo when pregnant for this reason. I figured if they weren’t good for a baby growing in you, they’re probably not great for you, either And this isn’t like your facewash you use once or twice a day, this is something they’re in, on their skin all day and all night!.).  Miss E got really bad chemical burns from the chemicals in diapers. (Yes, chemicals.) This completely eliminates the chemical rashes that are so common with disposable diapers.
  3. Environment. I’m not going to get all green on you. But let’s just say that scientists believe it to take over 500 years for a disposable diaper to degrade. And think about how many diapers babies go through before potty training!
  4. Early potty training! Littlest E has already gone potty on the “big boy potty!”
  5. Resale. Truly! I know this freaks hubbyman out completely, like garage sale underwear. But there is a huge! (and I mean huge!) community of cloth diaper-ers that buy, sell, and trade their diapers. Often for over 50% of what it cost to buy them new! So when Littlest is out of them (which at this rate may be in the next 6 months!), I can sell them! (Which remember that “start up cost”? It’ll mean I diapered my baby for less than a months worth of disposables in the end!)
One of my favorite things about cloth diapering is all the options. Whether it’s that you’re going for your cheapest options or set out to find the cutest diaper possible… it’s there, in large quantities! Another bonus, hubbyman and I try our best to buy local and we believe it does matter where things were made- and there are lots of diapers that are made by what are referred to as WAHMs (work at home moms). The quality is excellent! My favorite WAHM diaper-maker is LetJoy Cloth Diapers. Her diapers are so cute, and her liners are more absorbent than most of my mass manufactured ones! Seriously, she tested her overnight liner, and it held over a cup 1/2 of water! In fact, I often use it on diapers other than hers, because it is so absorbent- I love it so much!  Not only does she have a growing inventory but she can do made-to-order as well, like Littlest E’s super cute (and hubbyman’s favorite):
She is one talented lady! I also have really cute (turtle, what else?!) flannel wipes that she made as well! And when Miss E saw Littlest E in his Viking diaper, she insisted that I call LetJoy Diapers right away and ask her to make her a Viking pull up! We’d tried to do cloth for her night time pull up (that she’s -thankfully- needing less and less) but she HATED it and refused to wear it, so we were thrilled to have a cloth option for her! That project is currently underway, but I assure you, as soon as it’s on her little bum, I’ll post a picture (I’m sure the teenage version of Miss E will be so glad I did!). Another really awesome thing about LetJoy Cloth Diapers and All Things Diapers is that their facebook pages include lots and lots of helpful Q&A! So be sure to check them out and “like” their pages (and feel free to tell them I told you all about them!). They’re constantly adding helpful information, and if you have any questions- they are always answered in a timely manner!
There are so many options, there’s bound to be one that’s right for you and your baby! And if you have questions, there is a multitude of places to find those answers! You are always welcome to ask yours truly, but there is a number of other places as well. I have found a wonderful community in all the on-line and facebook groups. A new favorite? Forever Fluff! It’s a new group for cloth diapering parents. A safe place to buy, sell, or trade your new and/or used “fluff” (what cloth diaper users commonly refer to their diapers as). A place a surround yourself with like-minded parenting! It’s still in it’s beginning stages, but soon it will be full blown up and running! It will include lots of helpful Q&A about a variety of topics (not limited to cloth diapers, but of course it will be a frequent topic!), reviews on a variety of brands and styles by mom’s who’ve used them, as well as a blog with real moms talking about real issues in their lives, parenting, and diapering! If you’re a fellow cloth diaper-er, t’s definitely going to be something you’ll want to be a part of! So go ahead and shoot them an e-mail and join us! And tell them I sent you!!
Want a really quick overview of types/styles of diapers? And hear one new mom’s story of how she went from disposables to cloth, watch this video from CBS’s early show!
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The Coffee Avenger


I’ve had a few nights (or weeks) of being up  until around 2. Last night was no exception. I just felt awake and so I stayed up and did the dishes and cleaned the counters (that I usually do in the morning). Yesterday was a beeeautiful day out and so instead of checking things off my to-do list, we spent the entire day outside. It was wonderful! The kids had a blast! From playing in the sand at our house, to eating their yogurt while strolling through the neighborhood (literally they were in the stroller), to the remainder of the afternoon being spent at the playground. The Big Kids discovering they can climb ladders and other climbing devices that they weren’t able (or willing) to do last year. (I’m pretty sure they were installed just to freak parents out at the thought of their child climbing up one unassisted. And this is a playground meant specifically for 2-4 year olds.) Anyways, they had good time and I didn’t have a heart attack or to care for any playground fall victims, so I’ll call it a good time for all of us.

This morning I’m feeling a little cantankerous (don’t you just love that word?), and so I’m hoping to cheer myself up (and maybe you too!) with a few little haha moments we’ve had here lately.

This morning I overheard Miss E yelling at the puppy: Puppy Dog, you need to remember to watch where my hands are going and not get in their way!

Yesterday Big E made me help him climb up a ladder because he was “so scared of falling off”- right after he whipped himself up of those bone-breaker-if-you-fall ladders that he then proceeded to jump off of (from the top…to the ground!). I asked him why it wasn’t scary to jump down from so high and his response (with an exaggerated sigh): Ugh, Mom, I’m actually ‘tending [pretending] to be a leaping lemur. So I had to leap. Didn’t you know that?! Obviously, I did not.

A week or two ago Miss E said:  Daddy said I’m going to die and live with Jesus. I don’t want to die! Miss E and Big E in unison: I want to stay living on Earth!

Today at the farmer’s market the “Big Kids” were walking (so that all the tomatoes I got for salsa-ing and spaghetti sauce-ing could have a cozy ride in the back seat of the stroller) and they burst into song, each their own made up song, but in like a conversation format almost. At least 6 people stood by to watch and listen and “Ooh they’re so sweet!” over these silly children. Moments later, one of our favorite vendors (who’d witnessed their performance) let them each have a mini pumpkin. They were thrilled. I asked them to make sure they thanked him. They both looked at him, and informed him that they were too shy to say thank you. He is a sweet, older gentleman who laughed heartily while I rolled my eyes. (Eye rolling was followed by a talk about how we show kindness to others, and blah, blah, blah…*insert typical parental speech here*)

On the way home from the farmer’s market, since there was no room for them in the stroller, they each grabbed on to a pocket on either side. I warned them not to actually pull on my athletic pants that I did not tie. (Note to self: any item of clothing that has a way to tie, button, zip so that it cannot be pulled off of you- do so.) Thankfully, they did not publicly pants their mama. They did however spend the whole walk home talking about how they would think it was funny and laugh if that did happen. And how I would not think it was funny and would be mad. But they would still think it was funny.

So last night, I cleaned out the coffee pot (aka my best friend), filled it and set it up to start brewing this morning. Got up so excited that it would be ready and waiting for me! Only to find it off! I don’t know how it got turned off (I checked 3 times before I went to bed, knowing full well the importance of its role the morning after a night of 4 hours of sleep). So I don’t know who or how… but I will find out. And I will not rest until my coffee has been avenged! That is, if I don’t fall asleep from exhaustion and lack of coffee.

 

Reason #685 why I LOVE our local farmer's market- the beautiful, fresh, long-lasting flowers!

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My Nametag


Have you ever had to give yourself a word that sums up everything you do and/or everything you are? You search tirelessly to find one word that culminates your very existence? Well, today I’ve attempted to do just that… I’ve poured over my emotional, creative, and cognitive ways. And this is what I’ve come up with…

If you do one, a few, or all of these things… you might be one too.

  • Insist that you can pick your child’s cry out of the mass hysteria of a summertime, lunchtime playground.
  • You actually can pick your child’s voice out.
  • At least one meal of the day consists of whatever your child(ren) didn’t eat.
  • You feel like a teenager sneaking out of the house when you go out past 8 o’clock.
  • You feel like you’re breaking curfew when you stay out past 10 o’clock.
  • Do things in quiet, so as not to disturb sleeping child(ren)…even when they’re not at home.
  • Do things in quit when no one else is home, just to remind yourself what quiet sounds like.
  • Find yourself saying words to other adults, in the way that your child(ren) say them. (Example, my mom still refers to ice cream as “arse cream” because that’s how my brother referred to it as a small child. I know, it’s a good one.)
  • Sway back and forth, as if rocking a child, even when your arms are empty.
  • Find yourself swaying when your arms are holding an inanimate object, as if it were a child.
  • Find yourself listening to kid’s songs, without your kids in the car.
  • Find your heart skipping a beat when you look in the backseat and only see carseats (without children in them), even though you left them home on purpose.
  • Find yourself singing kids’ songs, even when the kids aren’t around. (Hubbyman and I like to text each other the lyrics to a couple of kids’ songs randomly, because it ensures that the other party will then have to suffer through having that song stuck in their head for the rest of the day as well.)
  • Go shopping for an outfit for you to wear to *insert special occasion here* and walk out with clothes for the kids, and nothing for you.
  • Stand with arms crossed against your chest when another baby starts crying, in effort to prevent leakage.
  • Your partner that you used to refer to as a variety of “cutesy” names is now simply Daddy.
  • You’ve had a variety of nicknames over the course of your life, but the only word you respond to now is Mom (or a variation of this word).
  • You have a preference of which variation of the word mom is used. (Mama, mommy, ma, mom, madre, etc.)
  • You have slept in a toddler bed… and you are not a toddler.
  • Make sure to close the toilet’s lid and bathroom door behind you, even when you’re home alone.
  • You leave/put up baby gates, even when your baby is not there.
  • Spend hours packing your child(ren)’s clothes so that they have plenty of outfits and everything matches before a trip, only to get there and find that while your child(ren) has enough clothes to turn your weekend get away into a month long vacay, you forgot to pack anything for yourself.
  • You have any combination of these things in your purse at any given time: wipes, diapers, fruit snacks, cereal.
  • The bathroom is a place of sanctuary. (when you have someone else to keep an eye on the kid(s) while you’re in there catching up on your magazine subscriptions or taking a ridiculously long shower.)
  • Nap time is your favorite time of day.
  • Eye your sleeping child(ren) jealously.
  • Have to stay up till midnight to get anything done.
  • (Almost) always look like you just got off a red eye flight.
  • You think of your # of children in # of years like a soldier and their tours. (I did 3 tours in 4 years = I had 3 children in 4 years.)
  • Have experienced love in a way you never imagined and/or never thought possible.
Obviously, there are other things that define me as an individual, and not “just” a mother.  It is amazing the fun, silly, sleepless, ridiculous things that change when you go from a person who is mainly just responsible for oneself to someone who is responsible for the whole lives of someone (or or some two or three or more.).  So even though I’ve gone from someone with the uncanny ability to organize things to the Nth degree to someone who can realize they’d forgotten to turn the monitor on, only to have baby wake up seconds after (this happens all the time!), or hear one of my little voices in a crowd, on trips I never have all of my things, will rock anything you put in my arms, speaks toddler fluently, and you can frequently find me cleaning the kitchen floor at midnight…. I would not trade it for anything in this world. I am a mom, and I prefer Mama.

Dino, dino, dino- saur, dino, dino, dino-saur….racing day it’s racing day, today’s the day we race…Linny, Tuck, and Ming Ming too, we’re wonder pets and we’ll help you… this is the song that never ends, yes, it goes on and on my friends, some people started singin’ it not knowin’ what it was…

You are welcome.

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