There’s a bazaar in my living room…
There’s a rocket on my front porch…
We call it “the aftermath of imagination”.
(You should see the playroom!)
There’s a bazaar in my living room…
There’s a rocket on my front porch…
We call it “the aftermath of imagination”.
(You should see the playroom!)
Still catching up on the last few months!
We stayed home over spring break this year and simply enjoyed a week without a schedule. I can’t tell you how much we appreciated just being in our hometown, taking advantage of some down time in the house with one another, enjoying some local outings with friends, and visiting a few nearby attractions that we had never made time to see. My husband even took two days off work to make it a true “staycation” and a family affair.
The only time I felt a slight twinge about our lack of solid plans was when E was assigned to write about what she was looking forward to over spring break. After hearing what her classmates planned to write, she came home and said “I think we are the only ones not going somewhere”. However, my perspective was set right again when S responded, “Didn’t you hear?! We’re going to my friend’s house…they’re petsitting chickens and we get to visit and touch them!” Well, by golly, the kids were bouncing off the walls with excitement about that! (Thank you, friends, for letting us visit, and for serving as the entire topic of E’s spring break essay!)
In addition to that highlight, we spent the rest of break doing (to quote an elderly gentleman I met once) “a little bit of everything and a whole lot of nothing”.
(1) played the first ever family game of T-ball in the back yard (called on account of hail after 4 innings, if you can believe that)…backyard T-ball has now become a favorite family activity, by the way. One of my favorite moments was when – in our game of kids vs. grown ups – all three older kids were on base, leaving six month old H as the only available kid, which meant he had to bat. We helped him earn his first RBI (reported here mainly because I know you would be proud, uncle B!)
(2) traveled to the local transportation museum
The transportation museum was 5 miles from a park that had a kiddie-train and a carousel and the loudest donkey on earth (seriously, the thing “Hee-Hawed” so loudly and unexpectedly that we all jumped and H started to cry). Of course, that will be the part of the day all the kids remember! : )
(3) hit our favorite local frozen yogurt shop
(4) concluded our Lenten project (I’ll update this later) and celebrated a wonderful Easter with some wonderful friends
(5) hunted some Easter eggs at home and at our church egg hunt
The Easter bunny scaled back on the candy this year and brought each of the kids a small surprise. The girls each found a small lego set in their basket, T discovered a new addition to his train set (Butch, the Sodor tow truck), and H is enjoying a new sleep wrap since the velcro on his old one, well…let me see if I have a photo…
(6) The big finale to the “staycation” was a pony ride. We went to a local farm that, as it turned out, had “lost” our reservation. It actually turned out to be lucky that we caught them at a time they could do it, and even luckier that the lack of preparedness in the stable meant we were able to help get the ponies ready. The kids helped brush the animals and saw them being saddled and bridled. Then each girl got her own turn while T watched and learned. After he was ready, they doubled up while he got his own ride.
And here’s T feeding the ponies afterwards…
Of course, the best part of the week was being together, and having extra time to just let a relaxing week feed our imaginations. For example…
We may have also watched a movie or two…with a horse we rediscovered in the toy bin after our trip to the farm. (I played with this horse when I was a little girl and have vivid memories of building a fence for her with Lincoln Logs under Nana’s ping pong table…thanks for bringing up the old toys, Nana!)
Love the staycation idea. Now if I could just get the kids to stay little so we could savor more of those “at-home” moments. I know that I’ll blink and they’ll be asking me if they can go on a spring break trip with their friends. And that will be fun too, as long as I know where they’re going, that it’s a safe environment, that chaperones are present, that they know how to make good choices, that…
Well, let’s just say again that I’m savoring these moments. Sit there and snuggle that pony as long as you want, T. I’m coming over to sit next to you…
More updates to come!
Found out Wednesday night that my husband had a last minute work commitment pop up for Thursday morning, which meant he couldn’t take E to school…
Already knew that he had work early Friday morning (a busy week!), which meant I was on duty for school drop-off two mornings in a row…
I always miss my husband when he’s gone, but I never miss him more than at 7am when I am waking up sleeping siblings to load 4 kids in the car and get E to school on time.
I have considered other options:
(1) letting her ride the bus those mornings…However, the reality is that E doesn’t love the bus. She really helps our family by riding the bus home every afternoon during her brothers’ naps, and we try to help her by driving her to school in the morning. We are especially committed to this, since the bus gets to school so early that E would have to sit silently in the cafeteria until they let her in the classroom, something she asked to avoid when we originally made our grand-scheme, first-grade transportation plans.
(2) letting her carpool with a friend…and we have done this at least 3 times, but they haven’t needed us to return the favor and I was trying to avoid leaning on them again.
(3) letting her be late, which I did once when a sibling was ill, only to end up feeling horrible because (what are the chances?) she missed morning announcements on the one day they played the video of her doing a book review…three days before they were supposed to play it, by the way. Irritation, and mommy guilt overdrive (alleviated only slightly when E’s student teacher arranged for the announcements to be played again just for E…thank you, Ms. S!)
So Thursday, I was prepared to wake and load everyone, then pleasantly surprised when all the siblings were unexpectedly up and ready to go on their own…10 minutes before we actually needed to leave! Knowing disaster (or a poop, or a scraped knee, or traffic, or a meltdown…) could strike at any moment, I went ahead and put everyone into the car.
Well, we arrived a few minutes before they opened the classrooms, and knowing E didn’t like sitting in the cafeteria, I simply circled the parking lot a few times (keeping the car moving so H wouldn’t scream) waiting until the moment when I could drop her off knowing she could walk right into her room.
E was confused (I mean, we are rarely early! I’m sure it was disorienting for everyone!), and she asked why we were circling. When I explained, she said, “Oh! You can let me out now! They started reading stories to the cafeteria kids, and I don’t mind sitting and listening.”
“Are you sure?” I asked her. “I can easily park for a minute, or circle a few more times. The classrooms will be open in less than 5 minutes.”
“I’m sure”, she told me. And I let her go in.
E didn’t mention anything about her morning experience during our “how was school” conversation yesterday, and I didn’t think any more about it until this (Friday) morning, when I knew I would need to load everyone up again.
This (Friday) morning was different than Thursday. Everyone was sleeping late, and I was dreading getting them all up and into the car. T had been up all night. And I mean up to the point that at 1:30am, I finally put my computer in his room and played a Dora video so I could nurse H and get myself ready for bed. Short version: I knew he needed to sleep and was loathe to wake him up, along with S & H who were also still sleeping at 7am.
So I got E ready very quickly and at 7:05, I asked her the million dollar question. All her siblings were asleep. I didn’t want to wake them. It was too last-minute to arrange a carpool. And being late wasn’t an option, because her class was going on a field trip to the Science Museum. So, I asked her, “E, how would you feel about riding the bus this morning and letting everyone else sleep in? You could listen to the stories in the cafeteria just like you did yesterday.”
“I don’t want to, mom. Please drive me.”
So I did.
We had 10 extra minutes before we had to wake everyone, and we spent it on the couch, with her reading me a story. I felt good about that, and then felt horrible as I woke up the siblings to load everyone in.
Well, don’t you just love it when that bad feeling gets so much worse? Because as we pulled into the parking lot, E asked me, “Are we early again, mom?”
“No. Right on time today. You should walk down to your classroom.”
“Good”, she said.
“Why?” I asked her, “Did you not enjoy being in the cafeteria yesterday while they were reading the stories?”
“No. A bad thing happened.”
“What?! What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Are you sure? I’m so sorry something bad happened. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me? Is it something I can help with, because I can park the car and we can all go in?”
“No. I don’t want to talk about what happened. I accidentally went in to the gym yesterday instead of the cafeteria, and that’s where the older kids [grades 2-5] wait for their classrooms to open.”
My heart totally sank for E. And I fought my desire to know every detail so I could offer every comfort because (1) she didn’t want to talk about it, and (2) I didn’t want to make her relive a bad moment, and get upset, right as she was about to walk back into the school.
So at this point, I still have no idea what happened. Was the bad thing that she went into the wrong room and was embarrassed about that? Or did something bad happen in the room…maybe an older kid teasing her about something else? I don’t know how much to push her to talk about it. If it’s something I can help her sort through or offer comfort about, then maybe pushing is worth it? But she said very clearly that she didn’t want to talk about it (at least right then).
Anyway, we did get some quality family time this afternoon. We surprised E by picking her up from school (no bus today!) and taking her to cash in the “free coke” coupon she won recently. We also picked up the pottery piece she painted with Grammy during her visit last week (held at the store for glazing…E was so excited to get it today…thank you so much Grammy!), and checked the bike store for the third time in two weeks to see if any good used girls bikes had come in (and one had! we currently have it for a trial period, but I think it’s going to be perfect…)
(And lest you think the other kids were neglected, there were a few fun things thrown in for them too – suckers at the pharmacy where we picked up E’s asthma medicine, ice cream cones after dinner, a set of used bases for family T-ball games from the sports store, etc.)
Nothing uber-fancy…all things we were going to do at some point…but today seemed like good timing…a fun post-school pick-up for the girl that has done the post-school bus ride for the rest of us all year.
And a distraction for the mama that wants the schoolyear to end so she can put her kids back into the little bubble – for just a little while – that is our family.
Not that we don’t have our moments…but at least I know most of what happens, who needs to say sorry, what my kids are feeling (and why and when).
Anyone want to throw all the “we need to stop micromanaging our kids’ lives” articles into the garbage and form a helicopter-parenting commune where everyone is required to be nice to everyone else all the time? (Kidding, with just a hint of wistfulness…)
Love you, E.
(and if anyone out there actually runs with the idea of a non-creepy commune of niceness, our family is in : )
Today is my birthday! Two years ago today, my husband asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I said “three hours in a coffee shop by myself to write something other than a to-do list”. He granted my wish, and I emerged three hours later with an essay about my Grandma J and an idea to start a blog.
I haven’t been great about writing recently…I could write an entire entry that was just a list of excuses and explanations (and I might write it soon!), but today, I just want to spend an hour on my birthday making a list of things I don’t want to forget about the last few months.
(1) My grandmother/G.G. She passed away recently, and I don’t want to forget what an amazing person she was. Future blog posts need to include how she insisted I keep looking for the right guy…”one who will dance with you, K” (a long story, not a judgment on guys who don’t dance : ), how she struck a deal with that right guy when he came along…”I’ll tell the family I like you if you’ll tell them I’m a good driver”…and how she taught me much about life and cards. In the meantime, here she is pictured holding H during her one time meeting him and my last time seeing her. This photo was taken at my sister’s baby shower, where there were lots of friends present. GG, in the nicest way possible, said to one of them who was sitting between us, “Could you sit back while you talk? I’m trying to look at that baby!” Ha! Love you GG!
(2) My excitement over the arrival of my new nieces and nephew! Oh what joy to be an aunt, and to such precious bundles. Can’t wait to spoil you cousins O and J and G! And happy early mother’s day to their mamas! I will think of you as we’re all up at 3am feeding babies!
(3) How my own kids are growing and changing.
– Precious moments like E lying on the ground one day curled in a tiny ball and looking around. My question, “What are you doing, E?” Her response, “Pretending to be an ant! I was just thinking about how the world must look to them from our sidewalk…” Love that…
Also love this Valentine’s essay E submitted to her teacher.
If you can’t see the words in the photo, it reads
“Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day! I love my family. I love tem because taye are so nis to me. My mom is so nis because she makes diner for me. My babby brother dosn’t spit up on me. Taye are so nis because I am nis to tame.”
I especially love this because E references the fact that H spits up on everyone, something that is such a regular part of our routine but that I will likely forget down the road. Honestly, it is the kids in my life that get the brunt of it, since they stand near my legs while I’m holding H, putting them right in the line of fire. I hadn’t realized until I read this that E has not only emerged unscathed, but has also taken it as a sign of great affection from her youngest brother. May you always feel the love, E!
– S becoming such a big girl…after a lot of love and work as she struggled with some separation issues (wanting mama all the time), seeing her happily heading into school and playdates. I cannot emphasize how huge this is in our world…or how that big smile warms my heart.
I’m always here if you need me, S. But I love watching you embrace the world too. (As a side note, S enters the world with her favorite lovey – her “Angie” doll – always in her backpack. That doll makes S so happy that I love Angie too. Honestly, it sounds silly, but I have spent years caring for and protecting Angie…you would too if she were your ticket to sleep-filled nights and happy-child days!…Anyway, I didn’t realize how much it had affected me until I recently saw a different “Angie” doll in a ziploc bag on a table at a consignment sale. Honestly, I had to restrain myself from tearing the bag open so Angie could breathe! How’s that for a visceral reaction to a doll that has been big in the life of my child?! I wanted to buy that doll so badly, but stopped myself because (1) we have over a dozen backups at our house already and (2) I kept thinking about the little girl who might come along next and be delighted to take her home and love her. I realize this story makes me sound sappy, or crazy, or both, by the way. What can I say? I pray that all of my kids will find a real life “Angie” that will bring them as much comfort and happiness as this doll brings S!
– T becoming such a big boy…potty training and transitioning out of his nap (heaven help me!) I love the pride he takes in his accomplishments…proudly giving everyone in the family a marshmellow after a successful trip to the bathroom (“this is for you, daddy, because I went in the potty!”) And speaking of pride in accomplishments, check out my boy after he defeated Donald Duck in arm wrestling : ) (more on our trip to see Donald in a future blog post!)
– H growing at warp speed, but still in that precious baby stage. He’s not even close to sleeping through the night, but will fall asleep in his crib as long as I rub his head and hold his hand. I managed to snap one photo of him holding my hand while he was in his carseat. Note the tiny grip on my thumb in the lower right corner of the photo…
Oh what a fleeting phase of life, when holding mama’s hand makes it all better. Wish I could comfort all my kids so easily forever!
(4) Lots of other things to remember too…maybe someday I’ll write about our “staycation” during spring break, our week playing “hookie” when we pulled all the kids out of school and went on a road trip, Grammy and Grandpa’s amazing presence as they joined us on our last minute travels, my technological craziness (as my computer and phone both recently died), our constant barrage of minor health issues (fine, as long as the big issues stay away, please!), and so many other everyday life moments I want to remember….
but in the meantime, I’ll simply say that it’s nice to have a few minutes to type : )
I don’t have the energy to comment on my day, so I’ll just give you the “on the half hour” recap and let you interpret for yourself. Here it goes…
12:30am…I’ve slept two hours straight…could be a good night…
1:30am…uh oh…awake, achy, sore & feeling fluish…I know this drill…Mastitis
2:30am…still awake, still feeling icky & now feeding a hungry H
3:30am…too uncomfortable to sleep… decide if I’m up, I should be productive so I start doing the dinner dishes I had abandoned on the kitchen counter
4:30am…a break from dishes to change T’s diaper after a middle of the night poop and a half hour to get him back to sleep
5:30am…I fall asleep
6:30am…husband , H and I all awakened by E coming into the room; time to get the day started; hey, at least the kitchen is clean
7:30am…E is dressed, fed, her lunch has been packed, her coat and backpack are ready and she is headed out the door with dad who will drop her at school; I need to get the rest of the kids and myself ready because we leave in 20 minutes for my 8am dentist appt.
8:30am…I am at the dentist office, midway through my appointment. Our babysitter is in the next room/lobby with three of the kids since that was the only way our timing/sitter logistics could work out today. I am concerned she may begin screening my calls, since I can hear H screaming while she tries to help T change pants (because, of course, this was the day he wanted to wear big boy underpants for the first time ever…grand scheme-this is a good thing – HOORAY, T!!! – but my poor saint-of-a-sitter…I lugged a portable potty around all day, by the way…), while S is announcing over the din that the water won’t stop coming out of the water cooler and is that why T filled 4 cups of water without drinking any??? because she didn’t think we were allowed to do that… I eventually left the chair and went to the lobby to help. Dental bibs make pretty good nursing wraps, by the way…
9:30am…ignoring my cell phone ring as I drop S off to preschool half-an-hour late, then checking this voicemail in the parking lot, “Mrs. S? This is X from the dentist office. I believe you might have left a small toilet in our lobby. Would you mind coming back to pick that up? I’m so sorry we didn’t notice it before you pulled out of the parking lot.”
10:30am…at our weekly Wednesday playgroup,with our potty in tow. T is ecstatic because playgroup is at the library’s storytime session, the book theme for the day is “dinosaurs” and – coincidentally – he has a dinosaur on his shirt. (He did have dinosaurs on his pants too, but we left that pair at the dentist office)
11:30am…at the doctors, where I am officially diagnosed with Mastitis
(by the way, has anyone reading this post noticed that it’s only 11:30am at this point?!?! I just had to highlight that for a second…I’ll get back on track now…)
12:30pm…at the pharmacy, picking up meds, which I realize I can’t take yet because I just had lunch they must be taken 2-3 hours after eating. whoops.
1:30pm…arriving home after picking up S from preschool and realizing that I haven’t changed H’s diaper since we left the house at 7:45am this morning. As luck would have it, I was unable to locate any diapers this morning other than T’s, so 4 month old H was wearing a diaper designed for a 2 year old. Worked like a charm (though after almost 6 hours, I’m not sure which weighed more, H or the diaper he was wearing…)
2:30pm…helping everyone into coats in preparation for walking out to pick up E from the bus stop and finally getting to take my first dose of medicine, which will hopefully cure the Mastitis and all the flulike symptoms it has bestowed on me today…chills, aches, fatigue, the works!
3:30pm…snacks and stories with the kids after school…today’s picks: Little House on the Prairie (E), Dr. Seuss (S) and Mo Willems (T) for mom to read, and a Magic Treehouse book that E reads to us as part of her homework each day
4:30pm…laundry during the kids’ “quiet time”, because we’re on our 4th pair of big boy pants already…
5:30pm…baths for everyone, because I was too tired yesterday (and the day before)
6:30pm…made and served dinner for everyone (except me, since it’s time for more medicine, which means I can’t eat for an hour). Did I mention that I’m supposed to take these pills 4 times a day, always on an empty stomach, while nursing a newborn?!
7:30…big kids in bed, sort of…dinner for me…
8:30…E re-emerges; T starts hollering through his monitor that he needs a tissue, and H is ready for his dinner
9:30…blog post, then bed, because tomorrow there are 2 teacher conferences, a birthday party, choir practice, E’s weekly homework completion deadline, and Science night at her school…
Maybe they have a scientific sleep-study in need of participants!
Or maybe someone wants to research the societal reaction to the random scattering of small toilets throughout the community on a given day!
Either way, I’m in.
H likes to be held.
24 hours a day.
I like holding H.
I wish I could do it 24 hours a day.
Sometimes I need to try to put him in his swing or on his playmat for a few minutes so I can do frivolous things like laundry or dinner prep or open a childproof bottle of ibuprofin to relieve my aching back. On occasion, I go completely nuts and try to take a shower.
He doesn’t like that.
As a result, I have learned to do things one handed. And I shower when there is someone else available to hold him or during (precious!) naptimes.
He is not a colicky baby, because if I understand correctly (i.e. according to the go-to medical source “wikipedia”), colic is crying that occurs for no reason.
H has a reason. It is “I am crying because no one is holding me! I like to be held! Even when I sleep!”
Still, even though we are not dealing with colic (thank you, God!), when I read the following quote about colic, it meant a lot to me. It is powerful, applies to our situation (I believe), and has made me appreciate hat H lets us know that laundry, dinner and even showers can wait. I read it a few weeks ago, and I can’t tell you how often I think about it when he starts crying because I had the nerve to put him in his bouncy chair so that I could load the dishwasher (as if I needed an excuse to avoid the dishes…let me hold that precious baby!), and when I am nursing a sore back because I have to wear him in the baby bjorn all day to get anything (anything!) done around the house.
I don’t know if this quote is true or not, but it offers a perspective that I need, and I’m posting it in case it helps anyone else!
From Dr. Alan Green:
“I believe that colic exists in order to change deeply ingrained relationship habits. Even after the miracle of a new birth, many parents and families would revert back to their previous schedules and activities within a few weeks – if the new baby would only remain quiet and peaceful. It would be easy to continue reading what you want to read, going where you like to go, doing what you like to do as before, if only the baby would happily comply. Instead, the baby’s exasperating fussy period forces families to leave their previous ruts and develop new dynamics which include this new individual. Colic demands attention. As parents grope for solutions to their child’s crying, they notice a new individual with new needs. They instinctively pay more attention, talk more to child, and hold the child more – all because of colic. Colic is a powerful rite of passage, a postnatal labor pain where new patterns of family life are born.”
You have our attention, H!
Our love too!
You always will.
P.S. I do realize that in the previous blog post, H was lying contentedly on the boppy. That was part of his disguise : ) (and we do try to catch the rare moments on film!)
I don’t usually post full images of the kids, but since H is in disguise here…
(I couldn’t resist! We have to document the perils of having 2 older sisters! : )
So my brain has been operating on a delay recently…
I could offer a litany of excuses: long-term sleep deprivation, pregnancy brain (I hear recent studies show it’s a real thing, you know…), an overwhelming end-of-school calendar, low iron-levels (which mean fatigue and slower cognitive function, apparently), or simply the one billion distractions that hit every day and cause me to lose focus on whatever task was supposed to be at hand…
What was I talking about again?
Oh, right…My brain…
Anyway, I asked my husband last week if he had noticed that my mental capacities seemed to be failing more often during these frenzied last few weeks of school. He wisely responded, “That is a trick question that I refuse to answer.”
But kids will always tell you the truth, even when you don’t ask them.
Perhaps that’s why last week, after S had to remind me THREE times that I had been walking across the kitchen to get her drink out of the fridge
(seriously, three of those “What was I doing in the kitchen again?” moments within a span of ten minutes…)
Anyway, after she had to remind me three times that I had been walking across the kitchen to get her drink out of the fridge, I finally said, “I’m so sorry, S! I think there’s something wrong with my brain today!”
To which she responded, “I know! You’re like Dory from Finding Nemo!”
She then launched into the song from the Finding Nemo musical. Dory sings,
La La La La La La La…
Can you imagine?! With all our expertise in every princess and heroine to ever grace the pages of a storybook, I am most closely associated with the forgetful fish.
Oh well. At least Dory is known for being positive through it all. I’ll just try to focus on that part of it, and do a better job of emulating her cheery outlook. How does her other song go, again? That’s right…
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. Everything will be ok…
Another post I wrote a few weeks ago and never published…
I mentioned recently that S has a new fascination with cooking. It manifests itself in a variety of ways. Here she is helping me puree food for T.
I do the primary cutting (i.e. I slice the squash and zucchini into medallions), and she uses her plastic knife to cut the medallions in half before I steam them. She also uses a plastic knife to cut cooked carrots. No, her cutting is not necessary to the process of making pureed food. But it is absolutely necessary to the more important processes of (1) encouraging her current area of interest – cooking, (2) contributing to the family in a way that makes her feel proud – you should see her showing T all the food she’s helped make for him, and (3) creating what I consider to be “quality time” in the kitchen…chatting while we both chop vegetables. I’d love to still have her – or any of the kids – asking to work in there with me in 10 years.
As a side note, T is almost 2 and I should have him eating regular veggies now, instead of pureed. We do encourage that. He gets offered regular veggies at every meal. But he doesn’t eat many, and he will take his morning oatmeal with all those veggies you see on the counter blended in. I mean the kid goes through a bag of brussel sprouts, a head of cauliflower, a bunch of broccoli, etc. every month. Honestly, I wish I could get myself or the rest of the family to eat that much good stuff! Still, I know we need to get him to eat a real green bean at some point (or even a pea or corn niblet, for goodness sake…) Any advice is greatly appreciated…
S also helps me make bread (which her dad loves…she is so proud to tell him on the days we make it). And on days when there is no cooking to help with, she often asks if she can make us soup and salad for dinner. She picks “salad” (grass!) out of the yard, washes and spins it in the salad spinner, and puts it aside as dad’s “late night” snack (i.e. he tosses the grass back out into the yard after everyone is asleep, and then of course wakes up raving about how yummy everything was…did I marry the right guy or what?!).
The soup she makes is basically water and anything else I have lying around the kitchen that she can get creative with (I let her put water into a big tupperware, and she adds a few scoops of flour, tears the heel of our bread into the bowl, adds a random fruit or veggie that has gotten over-ripe, puts in the unused parts of foods we’ve had that day (i.e. the green tops of strawberries) and dumps any breakfast leftovers in (whatever eggs E left on her plate and whatever cheerios T didn’t eat).
Check out the disgusting (but creative!) finished product, (which dad chucks into the yard discretely, along with the salad, after all the kids have gone to bed).
Oh wait… the soup is not the finished product… this smile is what we’ve really been working on all morning… check out my girl, so happy with her soup…
E loves the kitchen too, and is extremely eager to participate in the veggie chopping, etc. (i.e. she is absolutely part of the fun!) But S is currently the one who – when given free choice, anything you want with mom time – will ask to plant a garden, chop veggies, make soup, and pick salad. (It actually started in our “school” time, where she would ignore every other activity in favor of the bowl of measuring items that she was allowed to take to the bathroom sink…she would play for half-an-hour with a few measuring cups, some funnels, an eyedropper, a set of measuring spoons and a baster.)
And for those who are curious, no…NONE of this has made her more interested in eating anything. She is just as picky as ever. In fact, although she is very interested in making dinner for everyone else, her absolute favorite treat – the one thing she asks for repeatedly – is to eat out, even though we do that maybe one time (Chick-Fil-A kids night!) during a regular month. My goodness, she was on cloud 9 when Nana visited last week and took her out on several lunch dates and treated us to some fun dinners. (And she comes by it honest…I was on cloud 9 too…thanks, Nana!)
(update: since I wrote this Grammy and Grandpa have also visited and treated all of us to some fun meals…so thank you too, Grammy and Grandpa! More on that visit soon!)
This post has gotten longer than I expected, but there you have one additional thing we were doing last month…making lots and lots of inedible salad and soup!
Yesterday, S found two single dollar bills and an unopened condom on the ground near our mailbox.
A deal gone bad? (rejected because of the low bid??)
I don’t know, but certainly an awkward pause from me as my 4 year old shared her discovery…
Also, a lot of handwashing after I realized she had picked up both bills…
Fortunately, we were all distracted from the discovery by three things:
(1) the letter in the mailbox to S from a friend at preschool (a teacher-initiated project…how fantastic is that!)
(2) the neighbor’s yardman, wielding a weed-whacker and wearing his headphones, all while belting “I’m a Redneck Woman” at the top of his lungs (sing it, buddy!)
(3) the bird that flew into the house during our quick trip to the mailbox, began panicking in the kitchen, and had to be shooed out after I opened all the kitchen windows and removed every screen (the bird has since abandoned the beginnings of the nest he was building on our front porch, which is truly disappointing…)
Did I mention that all of this happened before 8am in the morning?
Sometimes I really wish I drank coffee…