Thursday, October 23, 2014

Things that this child does not like

 

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- Socks that are too loose

- Socks that are too tight

- Socks that are too “strange” feeling

- Shoes that might fall off (note: they have never fallen off, and they fit him perfectly.  He admits this)

- Shoes that are too “squeezy”

- Pants that are not elastic waistband (even if he picked them out himself at the store and insisted that they were comfy and that he loved them the best of any pants ever)

- Waistbands below his belly button (Hellloooo Steve Urkel!)

- Fingernails that are too short, or sharp, or “fuzzy”

- Shirts with stretched out neck holes

- Clothing that might make him hot.   Or cold.  Or both.  Or either.

- Sleeves that cannot be comfortably pushed up and stay up.  Including (here’s where it gets tricky) coats and rain jackets.

 

And that was just this morning.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Right this second

 

As I’m typing this, I have chocolate chip cookies in the oven, rain hitting the window, and a fresh pot of coffee brewing.

Won’t Brian be delighted when I bring it upstairs to his office?  Don’t you wish that you worked from my home?  Yes you do.  And you wouldn’t mind if I came in a few dozen times a day to complain about your children and demand a hug, would you?  No you wouldn’t.

 

I should actually be watching the cookies right now, because my last few batches haven’t turned out so well.  But, I think I solved that by having NO HELPERS this time!  “Whoops, Mama, I spilt part of the egg!”  Whoops, Mama, the flour is all over the ground!”  Seriously, the odds were stacked against me.  So this time, I mixed in secret.

 

As I’m typing this, Isaac has refused a nap, even after swimming for hours this morning (Do hear this, adult Isaac?  You REFUSED A NAP on a rainy day when your bed was warm, and with the promise of fresh cookies afterwards!  I am equally baffled.)

He is sitting at the table gluing faces on pumpkin cut-outs, but mostly gluing his HAND to pumpkin cut outs, and REALLY MOSTLY pouting.  We are on Day Three of no screen time, you see, and he is still shocked and saddened by this turn of events.  But, he is gluing his hand to paper instead of watching Ninjago with his tongue hanging out, so I’m considering it a win.

And even though I miss the quick tranquilizing effect of a show in the afternoon, I am loving the extra play time they are having.  The better imaginations.  The better attitudes (mostly) 

 

With those ramblings I am off- the cookies are ready, the coffee just beeped, and Isaac just wandered in to tell me he is out of glue.

(I bet you he licked some)

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Monday, October 20, 2014

Monday

 

 

Isaac’s “quiet rest time” was over, but he wanted to snuggle with me in my bed.

His head on my arm, his ear to my chest, his head tucked under my chin.

“You used to sleep just like this when you were a little tiny baby,”  I said, remembering.

“Just like this?” He asked

“Just like this, sweetie.”

He blinked, blinked, and was asleep.  Just like 4 years ago.

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And I joined him.

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Tender mercies on a Monday

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Meanwhile…

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I am funneling an extra dose of love and attention to my sweet, naughty little middle child.

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I swear he hasn’t stopped talking since we dropped off Joseph.

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I think its going to be a good year for this one!

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PS If you can’t hear what I whispered at the end of the video it was: “I TOLD YOU HE HASN’T STOPPED TALKING!” haha!

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

First Day of First Grade

 

Today was my baby Joseph’s first day of FIRST GRADE!

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When did they start making toddlers go to school, people, because I swear he is still my toddler.  Or maybe my infant.  But SIX AND A HALF?!  I don’t believe it.

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He was as cool as a cucumber this morning- his only complaint was the 20 mosquito bites that he got at the Labor Day campout on Sunday.  (20 is impressive until I tell you that Isaac has over 30)

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I, however, am projecting all of my fears onto the situation.

 

 

Fears that I am praying about include:

1) Who will he sit by at lunch?

2) Lunch in general: Did I pack enough?  Can he get everything open?

3)  Who will he play with at recess?

4)  Will he feel comfortable asking to use the bathroom?

5)  The bus.  Oooooooh the bus ride home.  I can’t even type it out.  Just- how?, where? and what if??!

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Toss that in with a smattering of mommy guilt that we uprooted him from his friends at his old school and well…its been a little rough on me internally.

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And YES, thank you, I KNOW HE WILL BE FINE.  I know it like how when you are little and crying because you are tired, and your parents say, “You are just tired,” and you shout “NO!” even though you know the answer is yes.  But you still want to cry for a little while.

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But soon he will be home, and all will be well, and we will eat the chocolate cake I am baking for the occasion, and he will tell me all about his day, and I will be relieved that he is no longer forcing me to listen to a play-by-play of the Lego Movie.

The End.

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Late night watermelon eater

 

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Samuel has been sleeping in lately (8:00-8:30!! I’m ecstatic!) which means that he naps later, which means that he stays up an hour or so later than the big boys (which is “soooo not faiiiiiir,” by the way.)

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On this particular night, he and I had a date at the kitchen table with 1/4 of a watermelon.

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Samuel are you all done with watermelon?”

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“Are you ready to go night-night yet?”

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PS- I bought those pajamas for one year old Joseph and when he wears them he just looks like all of my toddlers rolled up into one and I wish I could squeeze them all!  Sigh…motherhood!

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Ramblings after a good day (a sequel)

 

Thank you, friends, for your kind and encouraging words, emails, and messages. 

Also for all of the play dates that are filling up my calendar. 

Maybe they are pity play dates?  But that’s fine because play dates get me to

1) clean my house

and

2) buy treats

(PS to the person coming to my house to play on Saturday, I am sorry that I ate all the cookies that I bought today for your play date.  Yes BOUGHT today aaaaand ATE today.  But they were exactly like girl scout Samoas people!  The odds were stacked against me!)

Let me just say though, that I am fine.  Seriously.  I’m fine!  I only had popcorn fall out of my crying mouth just that once!  And really it shouldn’t have been IN my mouth to begin with (I am now saving ALL calories for fake Samoas)  So you don’t have to worry about me, or come over to keep me company unless you want to.  And unless you bring your own cookies. (I’m not to be trusted)

Noooot really sure how to wrap this post up…so, in conclusion.

- thank you

- I’m fine

- Just one of those days

- It has passed now (past now?)

- cookies!!!!!!!!!