My baby girl, Brynja, is so darling. I marvel at the fact that she is 19 months old. I wish I was better at taking pictures so I could share her charms with the world, but, for now, writing will have to suffice. She has been my latest bloomer in the speech department. Not to say that she's not communicating, because she most certainly is. She has the most precious ways of expressing herself and telling us what she wants. She hums and squeaks and signs, and very recently, has started to open her world even further by trying to use a few more words. I swear that she tried to say "street sweeper" today as she and I giggled at the machine sweeping our leaves from the gutters. She is my pal on these long days with the other kids in school. We have so much fun.
Just today we played with a plastic elephant and a stuffed armadillo. We made them run like horses and I would try to make elephant noises. Brynja thought this was hysterical. She laughed her big, open-mouth laughed, exposing her new molars and her yet-to-be-I-teeth holes. It's the cutest thing. She laughs with gusto and gallops around the house like a joyful little horsey. She brings delight to our home like sunshine warming the sidewalk. I love her so much.
Bedtime or nap time is my favorite. As soon as I turn off her light and settle in the glider next to her bed, she snuggles her little head into my neck or chest and calms herself down. Sometimes I sing her a song, other times I simply rock her and wonder at the love flowing between us. It's like a force of nature that is impossible to resist. Not that I'd want to resist it. I just jump in and bask in the glow of that love. I just want to squeeze her and never let her go. I often feel a sense of loss as I lay her in her bed, the heavy weight of her small body taken from me and put down for her autonomous nap.
I get it now. I really get it.
People used to say to me when my other kids were small, "Oh... treasure this time! It goes so fast. Before you know it, they'll be driving and then off to college!" or something like that. They said it all the time! I'd smile at them through clenched teeth as I heard these words for what felt like the thousandth time. They really meant well, but I just wanted to punch them or tell them to shut up. They didn't know how hard those days were! And they were hard. Mac, in particular, was a challenging child, and I just couldn't wait for each day to end so I could see my little kids asleep, looking angelic and not fighting with each other. (He definitely had his sweet moments too... I don't want to discount those, but I remember the challenging times best, it seems!)
I can't cite the source, or perhaps even the correct quote, but recently I heard something that went like, "Motherhood is full of the longest days and the shortest years."
How true that is! Each day can feel like an eternity, and then you blink and your oldest son, who used to be so full of challenge, is 11 1/2 years old! What? And my Ella is 9 1/2? Huh? My baby Rohan is 6 1/2? How did that happen?
They were right. It really does go fast.
And so, I hold my Brynja a little closer. I ache when I put her down to bed. And most of all I cry for my other babies, Mac, Ella and Rohan. I look at theses big kids and wish so hard that I could hold them as infants just one more time. I cry for that time that is gone from me. If I found a magic lamp today, I'd rub it and wish for one day with each of my kids when they were small.
And so with Brynja, my last baby, I hold her tighter knowing that time will slip through my fingers anyway, but at least I know it this time. I don't think the knowing makes it any easier, just more poignant.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Day 6 of 30
Something you bought recently...
It seems like all I spend money on lately is my rentals. Last week I bought a gallon of paint, a gallon of polyurethane for refinishing hardwood floors ($50 for ONE gallon!!), a floor-finish applicator, blinds for windows, a shower curtain rod, and I rented a floor sander. I also purchased the service of a roto-rooterish company (FOUR times in as many months), a sewer line camera, an excavating company, and a furnace repairman. Not to mention paying for heat and power in a vacant house for two months...
Just so you know, these are my least favorite things to spend money on.
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In other news, I just sent all my children to bed for being Bratty McBrattykins. (Brynja was the exception) Right now I'm listening to a chorus of screams. If someone is walking by outside they might be worried about what is going on in this house. Ella is screaming like I severed her arm, and Mac is mock-wailing to make fun of Ella. (Don't worry, no arms have actually been severed.) They are in their rooms. Ella can hear him and so she screams louder and then he screams louder too, to make her mad. She screams back at him to be quiet and he continues screaming. I told her, just now, the magic secret. STOP SCREAMING. If you stop screaming then he'll stop making fun of your screaming. She hasn't seen the sense of my motherly wisdom yet.
Mac just discovered that Rohan is no longer in time-out. He ceased his mock-wailing and started yelling the question, "Why is Rohan out of time out?" Rohan, who sat quietly on the couch (his time-out spot, as he shares a room with Ella and I didn't want to deal with that time-out disaster) during his punishment, was thanked for taking his sentence with good grace, and was promptlly freed from his cushiony prison. Mac didn't think this was fair. I told him he was still trapped because he was making fun of Ella's screaming and he then tried to tell me that he wasn't making fun of her. Sure, kiddo. Nice try.
It's shaping up to be one of those evenings I wish I could hold an auction for a couple of kids.
Any opening bids?
It seems like all I spend money on lately is my rentals. Last week I bought a gallon of paint, a gallon of polyurethane for refinishing hardwood floors ($50 for ONE gallon!!), a floor-finish applicator, blinds for windows, a shower curtain rod, and I rented a floor sander. I also purchased the service of a roto-rooterish company (FOUR times in as many months), a sewer line camera, an excavating company, and a furnace repairman. Not to mention paying for heat and power in a vacant house for two months...
Just so you know, these are my least favorite things to spend money on.
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In other news, I just sent all my children to bed for being Bratty McBrattykins. (Brynja was the exception) Right now I'm listening to a chorus of screams. If someone is walking by outside they might be worried about what is going on in this house. Ella is screaming like I severed her arm, and Mac is mock-wailing to make fun of Ella. (Don't worry, no arms have actually been severed.) They are in their rooms. Ella can hear him and so she screams louder and then he screams louder too, to make her mad. She screams back at him to be quiet and he continues screaming. I told her, just now, the magic secret. STOP SCREAMING. If you stop screaming then he'll stop making fun of your screaming. She hasn't seen the sense of my motherly wisdom yet.
Mac just discovered that Rohan is no longer in time-out. He ceased his mock-wailing and started yelling the question, "Why is Rohan out of time out?" Rohan, who sat quietly on the couch (his time-out spot, as he shares a room with Ella and I didn't want to deal with that time-out disaster) during his punishment, was thanked for taking his sentence with good grace, and was promptlly freed from his cushiony prison. Mac didn't think this was fair. I told him he was still trapped because he was making fun of Ella's screaming and he then tried to tell me that he wasn't making fun of her. Sure, kiddo. Nice try.
It's shaping up to be one of those evenings I wish I could hold an auction for a couple of kids.
Any opening bids?
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
School Shopping
Target
3:30pm
Tuesday afternoon
One sassy ten-year old
One dramatic eight-year old
One "floppy" five-year old
One fussy four-month old
Three school supply lists
One sleep-deprived mother
This is a recipe for disaster, people. When did school supply shopping become such a huge undertaking? I think I remember buying pencils, a lunch box and a backpack when I was a kid. And one new outfit.
These lists are going to cost me some serious cash... I'm guessing we'll break a hundred just for the pencils, highlighters, notebooks, crayons, markers, paint, tissues, glue, glue sticks, scissors, hand sanitizer, blah blah blah... the list goes ON and ON!
We got some of it, but I couldn't finish. I needed to regroup and come back later all recharged. I'll see if I can hit it again tomorrow. Phew.
3:30pm
Tuesday afternoon
One sassy ten-year old
One dramatic eight-year old
One "floppy" five-year old
One fussy four-month old
Three school supply lists
One sleep-deprived mother
This is a recipe for disaster, people. When did school supply shopping become such a huge undertaking? I think I remember buying pencils, a lunch box and a backpack when I was a kid. And one new outfit.
These lists are going to cost me some serious cash... I'm guessing we'll break a hundred just for the pencils, highlighters, notebooks, crayons, markers, paint, tissues, glue, glue sticks, scissors, hand sanitizer, blah blah blah... the list goes ON and ON!
We got some of it, but I couldn't finish. I needed to regroup and come back later all recharged. I'll see if I can hit it again tomorrow. Phew.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Grumble
We've done one lesson. ONE! And already he's in his room because I'm angry at him for his stinky attitude. Mondays suck in many worlds, but none more than homeschooling. For me, anyway.
My method of coping with the bad attitude is to send him away from me or go away from him myself. I tell him that I'm not going to sit here and fight his bad attitude when I have plenty of things that need doing in my world. (laundry, dishes, showering, nesting, etc...) So, here we are... he, in his room, and I, blogging about it all.
It's amazing the difference attitude can make. I watch him when his attitude is good and he's amazing! He picks up concepts quickly. He laughs and has fun. He answers his school-questions with quick repsonses, making it clear that the concept is absorbing right into his brain.
But.
When his attitude is poor, like it has been this morning, his brain is like oil and school is like water. They just repel eachother. Concepts do not penetrate. Even concepts that he already knows that we're reviewing... they must not be able to get out through the barrier he's put up. His only focus is on being grumpy, not on learning anything or even just speaking something he already knows.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
As his "teacher" it's infuriating. As his mother, it's even worse. You know that your kids don't do this to their teachers at public school. (Maybe some kids do, but I know from reports that Mac was nice, respectful and hard working at school, if a little rambunctious.) Because I'm his mother, he "acts up" if he doesn't feel like doing what I tell him. And I, being his mother, deal with these flare-ups with varying degrees of self-control. Like I said, mostly I just send him away. Other times I yell at him a little. Other times, A LOT. I have refrained from yelling for the most part today.
Even when we have days like this, I'm so glad that he's home with me. Is it a sacrifice? Yes. I am rather tied down during the day and my schedule is rather dictated by his school. I don't get so much "me" time as I used to, perhaps. But, whenever I think of the alternative, of sending him back to school, I am so grateful that he is here with me where it is safe to have some volatile feelings now and then. I still love him at the end of the day, no matter what. I can't explain it well, but I know that this is an important thing in his life right now. To have him home with me, his mother, who loves him more than anyone, who will support him through these sassy, stinky-attitude times. Even if it means taking a few deep breaths and steeling myself for another Monday homeschooling morning.
My method of coping with the bad attitude is to send him away from me or go away from him myself. I tell him that I'm not going to sit here and fight his bad attitude when I have plenty of things that need doing in my world. (laundry, dishes, showering, nesting, etc...) So, here we are... he, in his room, and I, blogging about it all.
It's amazing the difference attitude can make. I watch him when his attitude is good and he's amazing! He picks up concepts quickly. He laughs and has fun. He answers his school-questions with quick repsonses, making it clear that the concept is absorbing right into his brain.
But.
When his attitude is poor, like it has been this morning, his brain is like oil and school is like water. They just repel eachother. Concepts do not penetrate. Even concepts that he already knows that we're reviewing... they must not be able to get out through the barrier he's put up. His only focus is on being grumpy, not on learning anything or even just speaking something he already knows.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
As his "teacher" it's infuriating. As his mother, it's even worse. You know that your kids don't do this to their teachers at public school. (Maybe some kids do, but I know from reports that Mac was nice, respectful and hard working at school, if a little rambunctious.) Because I'm his mother, he "acts up" if he doesn't feel like doing what I tell him. And I, being his mother, deal with these flare-ups with varying degrees of self-control. Like I said, mostly I just send him away. Other times I yell at him a little. Other times, A LOT. I have refrained from yelling for the most part today.
Even when we have days like this, I'm so glad that he's home with me. Is it a sacrifice? Yes. I am rather tied down during the day and my schedule is rather dictated by his school. I don't get so much "me" time as I used to, perhaps. But, whenever I think of the alternative, of sending him back to school, I am so grateful that he is here with me where it is safe to have some volatile feelings now and then. I still love him at the end of the day, no matter what. I can't explain it well, but I know that this is an important thing in his life right now. To have him home with me, his mother, who loves him more than anyone, who will support him through these sassy, stinky-attitude times. Even if it means taking a few deep breaths and steeling myself for another Monday homeschooling morning.
Friday, December 4, 2009
New Life
This morning, as sleep was walking that precarious line of hanging on and sloughing off of my shrouded mind, I realized I had hands on my belly. I was laying on my back and must have been for some time because, as I was slowly waking up, I realized that my back was hurting me and I needed to move. I didn't want to though. While I was sleeping, my husband was laying there, hands on my tummy, feeling our baby move under my skin. I didn't want to disturb the moment.
Realizing after a few minutes that there seemed to be no movement in utero to disturb, I rolled onto my side. Dustin's hands remained on my belly waiting for more fetal acrobatics. I continued drifting in and out of sleep and, after an unknown quantity of time, Dustin got up to get ready for work. After he showered, he came back in our room and found me a little more coherent.
"I was playing with the baby while you were asleep," he informed me.
I responded, "I noticed your hands on my belly as I was waking up, but I didn't feel the baby moving at all. Was it actually moving?"
"Oh yeah! Totally!" he replied enthusiastically. "It would kick and I'd give a little push back. I'd feel a little limb and bounce it off my hand. It moved a lot and for a long time. The baby and I were having fun!"
Weird how I could be so asleep to not even notice any of that going on. But as I lay there thinking after he walked away, I was very grateful that I stayed asleep through it all. He got his own time "with the baby" as I was lost to the waking world.
A few minutes later, Ella walked in the room. She had a bad dream for the second morning in a row. Comforting words were said and she climbed in bed next to me filling Dustin's vacated spot. We lay there a few minutes and suddenly the baby got very tiny hiccups. I took Ella's hands and, placing them over the rhythmic hiccup-zone, told her of the baby's condition.
She got very excited as she felt the little repetitive jolts. "I can FEEL it, Mom!" she whispered enthusiastically. Suddenly, the baby decided it was awake and ready to roll around. The big sister thrilled at the various kicks and motions she felt. Swells of miniature body parts protruded and she informed me of every action. She laughed out loud several times. She asked what she was feeling... "Was that it's head? Is that it's leg? How does it make that bump stick out? What was that little bump?"
"I don't know Ella," I replied. "I wonder the same things all the time and I can never quite imagine the little person that can make all that movement simultaneously!"
As we lay there, I told her that her daddy was "playing" with the baby this morning while I was sleeping. She laughed. I suddenly realized that she, being my only daughter thus far, (March will tell if she is my only daughter ever) would one day, in all probability, get to experience this very thing, but from her own body, not just feeling it through her mother. I told her this, that one day she could feel this too but feel it all the time, every day as a new life develops into a whole, and very tiny human being.
I marveled, as I have time and time before, at the wonder of being a woman. This is a precious time, a wonderful gift that my body can give. I love feeling those jolts of a new life inside of me. Dustin can feel it from the outside as he lays there in dark, but OH!, the joy I experience with each little tap or roll from within! It is a wonder, a marvel and a miracle.
And with that thought, I say again... I love being a woman.
Realizing after a few minutes that there seemed to be no movement in utero to disturb, I rolled onto my side. Dustin's hands remained on my belly waiting for more fetal acrobatics. I continued drifting in and out of sleep and, after an unknown quantity of time, Dustin got up to get ready for work. After he showered, he came back in our room and found me a little more coherent.
"I was playing with the baby while you were asleep," he informed me.
I responded, "I noticed your hands on my belly as I was waking up, but I didn't feel the baby moving at all. Was it actually moving?"
"Oh yeah! Totally!" he replied enthusiastically. "It would kick and I'd give a little push back. I'd feel a little limb and bounce it off my hand. It moved a lot and for a long time. The baby and I were having fun!"
Weird how I could be so asleep to not even notice any of that going on. But as I lay there thinking after he walked away, I was very grateful that I stayed asleep through it all. He got his own time "with the baby" as I was lost to the waking world.
A few minutes later, Ella walked in the room. She had a bad dream for the second morning in a row. Comforting words were said and she climbed in bed next to me filling Dustin's vacated spot. We lay there a few minutes and suddenly the baby got very tiny hiccups. I took Ella's hands and, placing them over the rhythmic hiccup-zone, told her of the baby's condition.
She got very excited as she felt the little repetitive jolts. "I can FEEL it, Mom!" she whispered enthusiastically. Suddenly, the baby decided it was awake and ready to roll around. The big sister thrilled at the various kicks and motions she felt. Swells of miniature body parts protruded and she informed me of every action. She laughed out loud several times. She asked what she was feeling... "Was that it's head? Is that it's leg? How does it make that bump stick out? What was that little bump?"
"I don't know Ella," I replied. "I wonder the same things all the time and I can never quite imagine the little person that can make all that movement simultaneously!"
As we lay there, I told her that her daddy was "playing" with the baby this morning while I was sleeping. She laughed. I suddenly realized that she, being my only daughter thus far, (March will tell if she is my only daughter ever) would one day, in all probability, get to experience this very thing, but from her own body, not just feeling it through her mother. I told her this, that one day she could feel this too but feel it all the time, every day as a new life develops into a whole, and very tiny human being.
I marveled, as I have time and time before, at the wonder of being a woman. This is a precious time, a wonderful gift that my body can give. I love feeling those jolts of a new life inside of me. Dustin can feel it from the outside as he lays there in dark, but OH!, the joy I experience with each little tap or roll from within! It is a wonder, a marvel and a miracle.
And with that thought, I say again... I love being a woman.
Monday, February 9, 2009
More Rohan
*Rohan and Mom were eating breakfast. Mom was reading while she ate. Rohan blessedly interrupts Mom's read...*
R- Hey Mom! Did you know that animals have black spit?
M- Oh yeah?
R- Yeah....*pause*..... Some do....*pause again*.... Two of dem do.
*Very long pause*
M- So, which two animals have black spit?
R- Hmmmm.....I don't know.
*more pausing*
R- Mmmmm, bears have black spit. No. Bears have brown spit. That's cause they are brown. SHEEP have black spit! But they don't spit.
M- Really?
*Rohan continues eating his breakfast. Mom quickly writes down the conversation because some things little boys say are too funny/precious/adorable to trust to memory.*
R- Hey Mom! Did you know that animals have black spit?
M- Oh yeah?
R- Yeah....*pause*..... Some do....*pause again*.... Two of dem do.
*Very long pause*
M- So, which two animals have black spit?
R- Hmmmm.....I don't know.
*more pausing*
R- Mmmmm, bears have black spit. No. Bears have brown spit. That's cause they are brown. SHEEP have black spit! But they don't spit.
M- Really?
*Rohan continues eating his breakfast. Mom quickly writes down the conversation because some things little boys say are too funny/precious/adorable to trust to memory.*
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Gettin' the Hang of Things...
I am happy to report that I am finally getting the hang of being a mom. Just kidding.... sort of. I just had a very successful birthday party event on Saturday. Let me elaborate...
Somehow we have managed to celebrate Ella's birthday this whole week. From Sunday to Saturday. It was not every day in between, but we had a little family party on Sunday last and then Wednesday was her actual birthday, upon which I had thought I'd do a little friend party for her. Memorial Day weekend was busy and the thought never entered my brain that to have said kid party, I would have to send out invitations IN ADVANCE! We all know that I'm a bit of a procrastinator (getting better... but not cured yet!) but this time it just wasn't even a thought that crossed the brainwaves. So, Tuesday afternoon I realize that her birthday (and the day I wanted to have her friend party) was tomorrow! Needless to say, I didn't have the party on her birthday. I felt guilty not doing anything on her actual birthday, so we went to the zoo and out to dinner like I said in a previous post.
Ella had her little heart set on a party with her cute friends... so we planned it for Saturday. I still managed to wait 'til Thursday afternoon to get the invites out, but none of the moms sent me any hate mail for my short notice, so I guess that means they will still be my friend.
I asked Ella what she would like to do at her party and she pulled out her I-know-my-mind card, and she fired off this list without any hesitation. (FYI, she did not get that card from me when we shuffled her deck!) She ticked each one of these off on her fingers as she spoke them:
Here is why I am so excited about this story- I am a notorious procrastinator, as mentioned. At events like this I am usually frantic because guests are arriving and I am not even close to ready. This time, I was only slightly frantic for the hour before, but I got everything ready by the time the first guests were arriving. (well, I did have to ask the first guest to go inside so I could hid the treasure without her seeing, but we won't count that! And we also won't count that I had to ask my mom to whip the cream for the cake...)
I am also famous for overplanning the amount of games for the amount of time. Not this party, baby! I suppose that could be Ella's doing, since she planned the party... Either way, we were done at almost exactly 3:30 which was right on schedule. I felt oddly satisfied when it was all over.
My favorite, and many of the kids' favorite as well, was actually the tug-of-war. I didn't want to buy a big fat rope for it, so we had to get creative. My dad busted out his climbing rope. I am not exactly sure how long it is, but it's somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 feet. We were getting it doubled up for the tug-of-war and somehow it evolved into a REALLY "long" game of jump rope. That would be long as in feet, not time. The kids were giggling non-stop as the weight of that doubled yet still very long rope would hit them and sometimes sweep their legs out from under them. It was truly hilarious.
Anyway, the party was great. Ella was thrilled, all kids had a good time, and the Mama was satisfied after a good, hard day's work on the Motherhood job site.
Somehow we have managed to celebrate Ella's birthday this whole week. From Sunday to Saturday. It was not every day in between, but we had a little family party on Sunday last and then Wednesday was her actual birthday, upon which I had thought I'd do a little friend party for her. Memorial Day weekend was busy and the thought never entered my brain that to have said kid party, I would have to send out invitations IN ADVANCE! We all know that I'm a bit of a procrastinator (getting better... but not cured yet!) but this time it just wasn't even a thought that crossed the brainwaves. So, Tuesday afternoon I realize that her birthday (and the day I wanted to have her friend party) was tomorrow! Needless to say, I didn't have the party on her birthday. I felt guilty not doing anything on her actual birthday, so we went to the zoo and out to dinner like I said in a previous post.
Ella had her little heart set on a party with her cute friends... so we planned it for Saturday. I still managed to wait 'til Thursday afternoon to get the invites out, but none of the moms sent me any hate mail for my short notice, so I guess that means they will still be my friend.
I asked Ella what she would like to do at her party and she pulled out her I-know-my-mind card, and she fired off this list without any hesitation. (FYI, she did not get that card from me when we shuffled her deck!) She ticked each one of these off on her fingers as she spoke them:
- Balloons
- Tug-of-war
- Red Rover
- Fishing game
- Treasure Hunt
- Cake and Ice cream
Here is why I am so excited about this story- I am a notorious procrastinator, as mentioned. At events like this I am usually frantic because guests are arriving and I am not even close to ready. This time, I was only slightly frantic for the hour before, but I got everything ready by the time the first guests were arriving. (well, I did have to ask the first guest to go inside so I could hid the treasure without her seeing, but we won't count that! And we also won't count that I had to ask my mom to whip the cream for the cake...)
I am also famous for overplanning the amount of games for the amount of time. Not this party, baby! I suppose that could be Ella's doing, since she planned the party... Either way, we were done at almost exactly 3:30 which was right on schedule. I felt oddly satisfied when it was all over.
My favorite, and many of the kids' favorite as well, was actually the tug-of-war. I didn't want to buy a big fat rope for it, so we had to get creative. My dad busted out his climbing rope. I am not exactly sure how long it is, but it's somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 feet. We were getting it doubled up for the tug-of-war and somehow it evolved into a REALLY "long" game of jump rope. That would be long as in feet, not time. The kids were giggling non-stop as the weight of that doubled yet still very long rope would hit them and sometimes sweep their legs out from under them. It was truly hilarious.
Anyway, the party was great. Ella was thrilled, all kids had a good time, and the Mama was satisfied after a good, hard day's work on the Motherhood job site.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Manic Monday: Star
I went to bed last night excited that I would get to do a Manic Monday post when I woke up. Then I woke up and realized that it was Tuesday. :( I missed Monday! Three day weekends do that to me. So... we are doing a Manic Monday Tuesday! (I was going to bag the whole thing, but I saw Britta's comment on Memorial Day asking where my MM post was! I laughed out loud and decided I'd proceed...)
So, here is my Manic Monday Tuesday post STARRING.... sippy-cups!
Am I the only mother out there who has a sippy-cup problem? I have about a zillion of them and my cupboard is either feast or famine with these babies. I am not the world's best housekeeper and when I reach the overwhelm point (or my mother-in-law is coming to stay) I go on a cleaning rampage. This is usually about the same time as my sippy-cup-cupboard-famine. Whilst I am cleaning like a mad woman, I find all the stray sippy-cups strewn about the house in strange places like under a random bed, behind the garbage can, under end tables in the living room, under the computer desk, behind the washer or dryer, under the stairs to the basement, outside getting sun-bleached or in a toy box. There have been some strange places that these puppies have ended up! Oh... let's not forget the car! I always find at least one in the car whenever I clean it.
As I clean the house, the sink seems to magically fill up with these wonderful little inventions. (Seriously, how did mothers survive pre-sippy-cup!) Then comes the dreaded task of washing all of them. You know what I'm talking about, girls! The sippy-cups that were lucky enough to get lost with a simple drink of water in them are breezy. They may get a funny little smell to them, but I don't mind. They're not so bad. Yes. You know it Moms! It's the MILK that's the doozey!
When my precious Rohan carries off a sippy-cup of milk and doesn't return with it in hand, all the red lights and warning bells SHOULD start going off in my brain. Unfortunately, my wires that feed those alarms bells and red lights have been sabotaged and, by the time he comes back from his place of wandering, I have completely forgotten it! So, several days or WEEKS later comes the cleaning rampage, the finding of sippy's, the filling of the sink and, the delicious discovery of the curdled milk cups! Mmmmmm!
No, actually... ugh would be the appropriate word. If they are fresh within a day or three... not so bad. More than a few days... the gag reflex kicks on, and I'm seein' stars! Some of you might think... "Aw, come on Clancy! That's not so bad! Just send the offending milk down the disposal and chuck that baby in the dishwasher!" To any of you who might be thinking such thoughts, let me just say, "I WISH...upon a STAR!!" (OK, that was a terrible cheese-whiz covered stretch, and I know it!) I have neither disposal, nor dishwasher. I am pretty much living in the stone age at my house. I get to hand wash every one of those stinky little things. Suffice it to say... this is not my favorite job in the whole wide world of Motherhood... but it's not my least favorite, either! (Think "Mom... I have to puke!" I'll take the washing of curdled-milk-sippy-cups, thank you!)
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Reaping More Benefits of Motherhood!
I really need to be paying bills right now, but I wanted to blog a little bloglet before I forget! I was at my mom's today and we were trying to leave to go and get Mac. I gave Ella a Robin Egg for a treat (you know, those Easter candies that are like Whoppers but they can make you have blue lips?). Ella and Rohan had gotten themselves in the car and I was a little slower. When I got in, Rohan was crying that he wanted some bubbles. It took me a minute to figure out that he was talking about having a Robin Egg too. I gave him some and I told him to say thank you...
"Tank you my bubbos, Mom."
Cute!!! He calls Robin Eggs "Bubbles"! What a cute little monkey!
OK, so that reminds me. I guess this is just a regular blog and not a bloglet... Rohan wanted a piggy-back downstairs today, and I said, "You want a piggy-back, you cute little monkey?"
He said, "No! I not a monkey! I'n a punkin!"
Laughing to myself, I replied, "You want a piggy-back, pumpkin?"
Vehemently, he tells me, "I not a piggy-back punkin, I'n just a punkin!"
What a cute little piggy-back pumpkin monkey!!!!
"Tank you my bubbos, Mom."
Cute!!! He calls Robin Eggs "Bubbles"! What a cute little monkey!
OK, so that reminds me. I guess this is just a regular blog and not a bloglet... Rohan wanted a piggy-back downstairs today, and I said, "You want a piggy-back, you cute little monkey?"
He said, "No! I not a monkey! I'n a punkin!"
Laughing to myself, I replied, "You want a piggy-back, pumpkin?"
Vehemently, he tells me, "I not a piggy-back punkin, I'n just a punkin!"
What a cute little piggy-back pumpkin monkey!!!!
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