Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Sun and Fun

What are my favorite things? No, no not my spouse and children.
I love sunshine and parties with all my heart. I grew up in a home that was fairly outdated and always dirty. My priority, of course, was not making my bed, but friends and family were always welcome.
In adulthood, I continue to feel that way. My house is certainly not the nicest or trendiest. The abode will never be the cleanest in town, but I feel honored and joyed to have friends stop over to share my afternoon (and help me half ass parent). This Sunday some friends, family and their children stopped by for a late afternoon "impromptu" party. I enjoyed my afternoon so much. The highlights were the vodka tea, the my son being horse kicked, my cousin's dry humor, crazy statements, iced cookies in ears/foreheads, surprise visit with Erin, and the men rocking pool time with the kids. Thanks everyone and hope to continue to have many more sunny bashes (you are all invited most days!). No parent is perfect but this Sunday I felt that we are all doing the best we can without loosing ourselves.

Family fun is a lot more fun than all those single people realize!

REFESHING SWEET TEA... While catching up on my three month old pop culture!

Baby catching up on out dated pop culture just like her momma.

Want get in the pool just like momma. Notice the near passing out red face.

Dads doing their things.

Friday, August 13, 2010


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I love to watch the relationship with my all my children grow and change, but the one between my two girls excites me to no end.
I have three older sisters with them ranging from 10-13yrs older then me. I got a lot of love and ample instruction; however, I never tasted those special moments that I see in pictures at others homes to immortalize childhood bonding.

Oh, poor me right! Not hardly, I now get to watch my girls grow together in life and in pictures. And believe me, They are having a ball. One example is the times that Lucy wants to not be "big" and take a shower (somewhat by herself) and instead wants to be "little" in the bath tub with her little sis/new best friend.

Barbies and kens alike have many misadventures and trips to the beach. A bath crayon means the true development of original art and ritualistic writings. While I, on the other hand, get to finish supper and Grams homework in peace with the distant humming of laughter and life's memories being made.
Sometime child rearing does have its little gifts and is worth every penny and lost hour!!
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

School Days

I loved school as a child and an adult. I loved college, I hated being sick in high school, and was social as could be in elementary. I now hate the induction of school. I say often and I am sure you have heard that I did not feel that parenting infants is a problem, I could be pregnant for a lifetime, but I would have kept my legs closed if someone told me about the burden of elementary school.

I have no memories of doing daily homework with my mother, but many of my memories of my three children involve me yelling or strongly disliking them while listening to them or their sibling learn to read, spell, or add.

10. I have less time in the morning.
9. I have less playtime with each child.
8. I forgot half this shit I am trying to teach them.
7. I have to have behavior charts and punsh them for shit they did not do to me and whoever they did it to probably deserved it.
6. Reading one book, then another, then another, and then story time before bed every night. I can't start a book I bought a month ago but i no entirely too much about the internal thoughts of a whimpy kid.
5. Spelling words (My second grader spells better than I)
4. Increased occurances of migrines in my very stressed out second grader
3. Feel increasingly anxious in reaction to my over stimulated children releasing energy while I am trying to focus energy.
2. Not sitting down on the couch until 9:30 when I could get on the couch by 8 in the summer.

I however put on a happy face try to act inthused by the new year. "oh, your teacher seems so nice", "I love that picture you drew", and my favorite "that "y" looks great (which is upside down and backwards)"

Yea!!! another year

Thursday, August 5, 2010

How Do You Walk around With Those Things?


Well guys, I barely write and share my thoughts. However, I want to do better and plan to write at least three times weekly as my goal! Pray for me.

This is kind of an old thought, but it often haunts me. I love each of my children and have varied relationships with each. My son, my oldest loves me, and I love him but we often fit together like oil and water. However, I am the parent he trust with all the age old questions and not my husband. Why me I ask?

I have all sisters. I rarely had much relationship with men and continued to be surprised by the workings of my spouse. What gets my husband excited at times does not exactly blow my top. In conclusion, men are weird and often gross, but we love that about them.

All this leads to my son asking me what his balls were. WHAT???? It is partly my fault for blowing drying my hair while he was in the bathroom. But how do you answer that? I am not even sure what they do or why in God's name they look like that! I tried to provide the simple answer that they help your penis/ "teeter" work. That led to more questions. Can someone kick one of them off and can you Pee/ "tee, tee" if they do? This is where my mistakes come to life. I said, "I knew someone that got one kicked off and he goes to the bathroom fine. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO A CHILD?? My punishment....More questions, a larger water bill (delayed bathing), a resistance to soccer and I am sure 1yr of additional therapy.
Well at my rate as a mother what is one more year!!!