We have the best library in the world. I mean really, how many people can attest to attending a Chocolate Tasting Party, participating in a Balloon and bubbles fun night, watching movies in the park, and celebrating Harry Potter's Birthday? All of this happens at our local library.
Yesterday was the celebration of Harry Potter's Birthday. As you walked in, there was a huge line of kids waiting to get in, many of which were dressed like the main characters. Lots of wizard cloaks, kitchen brooms for broomsticks, and even the iconic Harry glasses with dark rims and a lightning bolt on the forehead.
The kids all perched on a stool and had a rugged sorting hat placed on their heads to determine what "house" they belonged to. All the boys were assigned different houses. Brendan got Slytherin, while Andrew was a Hufflepuff. Ev received Ravenclaw. They each got a rub-on tattoo with their houses mascot and they moved right along.
Our next stop was Ollivander's Wand Shop where each boy made a wand made from a pretzel stick, lots of frosting, and a superfluous amount of sprinkles. This edible wand was the first stop of many treats. Immediately following was a stop at Honeydukes where the kids could sample a Harry Potter jellybean, some of which were as yummy as trees, vomit, or fish! Each boy received a mini cauldron of jelly beans.
Hagrid, the oversized, hairy, and friendly giant, offered us a Scavenger Hunt to complete, looking for objects associated with the novels. I ended up with six kids in my group scouring for clues such as a sock for Dobby the elf, Gringott's gold, dragon eggs, a Howler, and many more. I had a difficult time convincing my group to be subtle about locating the clues so as not to ruin the fun for others looking. "It's right here. I see a clue here!" was loudly shouted while other kids came running to see. When we completed the hunt, each person received a fun Harry Potter painting book.
The boys continued the party by having some birthday cake and pumpkin juice to celebrate. Mmm. . . The juice was an awesome recipe with a strong sense of cinnamon in it.
Multiple activities occurred after that, including the boys getting their faces painted with black creepy spiders and lightning bolts of all colors. We scampered to the Potions class where each child could smell numerous "potions" and guess what they were. A Harry Potter bookmark was the participation award. There was an OWLS exam area where we picked up activity sheets to do at home. We did skip the Divination table where party goers were receiving their fortunes.
The party was especially fun for me, having read the Harry Potter books. The boys enjoyed the sweets and the hunt. Yet another reminder that I have the best library ever.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The Rant
I try to be a positive, optimistic person. It's just who I am. However, there are times that negativity and distrust creep in.
I am currently feeling those emotions due to two recent personal appointments to the OBGYN and my dentist. So bear with me while I rant for a moment. . .
First, I went for my "annual" exam at the OBGYN last week. As all women know, they put you on the scale when you first arrive. I hated that the scale actually confirmed what I knew about my weight; evidence had been creeping up for months from tighter pants, stretched zippers, etc Then, as the nurse recorded my weight, I saw that I weighed less last year, and trying to be upbeat I said, "Guess I shouldn't have looked at last year's weight." The nurse quipped back with "I sure wouldn't have looked if I were you." THANKS!
The fun doesn't stop with the weight check. You then sit in the office wearing only the shoddiest, ugly, flimsy gown having a discussion about the most private aspects of your body with a person you barely know. The doctor must have said to me five times "When you get older" in reference to things that I will need to begin worrying about because I am now "older." OLDER? Since when is 33 older? Stop the madness! She mentioned worries like losing bone mass, mammograms, and cholesterol! I felt like looking behind me to ensure that someone else wasn't in the room. Older?? Not yet!
After my debacle at the doctor's office, I also had to go to the dentist yesterday. (I try to squeeze in all my appointments in the summer while I am off from school.) I took all three boys with me, which is adventure enough for one day. They actually sat nicely and just played their gameboys.
The hygienist I had was loquacious (a 5 dollar word for talkative) and kept me giggling throughout the appointment. As she finished, she told me that my teeth looked great. She didn't feel any sticky spots on my teeth. I am doing a good job, etc.
Feeling confident, I watched the dentist walk in and the hygienist deliver the same news to her. It was as if the hygienist had thrown the gauntlet down for the dentist. She scoured every inch of my teeth and ultimately found what she described as a "very small" cavity on one of my molars.
When the dentist left the room, the hygienist assured me that I could not have prevented the cavity because my teeth have deep grooves. I wanted to scream that I could not have prevented it because "IT DOESN"T EXIST!" Are they making up crazy minuscule cavities just to be able to sadisticly drill into my mouth? There were no X-Rays done! Are they sure? Now, I need to go feel like I am having plastic surgery because my lips will lack feeling for hours after the drill my itsy bitsy teeny weeny non-existent cavity! Arrgghh. . .
Yes, the logical part of me knows that none of these professionals were out to do me harm, and yes, this was all for my benefit. I just needed to vent, so that I can feel better. Thanks for listening.
I am currently feeling those emotions due to two recent personal appointments to the OBGYN and my dentist. So bear with me while I rant for a moment. . .
First, I went for my "annual" exam at the OBGYN last week. As all women know, they put you on the scale when you first arrive. I hated that the scale actually confirmed what I knew about my weight; evidence had been creeping up for months from tighter pants, stretched zippers, etc Then, as the nurse recorded my weight, I saw that I weighed less last year, and trying to be upbeat I said, "Guess I shouldn't have looked at last year's weight." The nurse quipped back with "I sure wouldn't have looked if I were you." THANKS!
The fun doesn't stop with the weight check. You then sit in the office wearing only the shoddiest, ugly, flimsy gown having a discussion about the most private aspects of your body with a person you barely know. The doctor must have said to me five times "When you get older" in reference to things that I will need to begin worrying about because I am now "older." OLDER? Since when is 33 older? Stop the madness! She mentioned worries like losing bone mass, mammograms, and cholesterol! I felt like looking behind me to ensure that someone else wasn't in the room. Older?? Not yet!
After my debacle at the doctor's office, I also had to go to the dentist yesterday. (I try to squeeze in all my appointments in the summer while I am off from school.) I took all three boys with me, which is adventure enough for one day. They actually sat nicely and just played their gameboys.
The hygienist I had was loquacious (a 5 dollar word for talkative) and kept me giggling throughout the appointment. As she finished, she told me that my teeth looked great. She didn't feel any sticky spots on my teeth. I am doing a good job, etc.
Feeling confident, I watched the dentist walk in and the hygienist deliver the same news to her. It was as if the hygienist had thrown the gauntlet down for the dentist. She scoured every inch of my teeth and ultimately found what she described as a "very small" cavity on one of my molars.
When the dentist left the room, the hygienist assured me that I could not have prevented the cavity because my teeth have deep grooves. I wanted to scream that I could not have prevented it because "IT DOESN"T EXIST!" Are they making up crazy minuscule cavities just to be able to sadisticly drill into my mouth? There were no X-Rays done! Are they sure? Now, I need to go feel like I am having plastic surgery because my lips will lack feeling for hours after the drill my itsy bitsy teeny weeny non-existent cavity! Arrgghh. . .
Yes, the logical part of me knows that none of these professionals were out to do me harm, and yes, this was all for my benefit. I just needed to vent, so that I can feel better. Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
If You Like the TV Show The Office. . .
. . . You are going to love the book I just read! I know I have talked about numerous books this summer, but if you only plan to read one book, make it this one!
The book is Then We Came to an End by Joshua Ferris. I haven't liked a book this much since I read The Road last fall. As I started this book, I noticed two things: I was laughing like a little school girl at the hilarity of the first chapter. The book's point of view is different than anything I have ever read.
First, the book is hilarious. Ferris presents characters who are discussing their daily lives to their colleagues. He reveals in their banter how ridiculous many of the conversations and actions we take daily are. My favorite examples involves an office tradition of taking someone's "good chair" after they have been fired. This office chair situation evolves into an absolute riotous situation throughout the book.
Ferris tells this book in the first person plural, meaning he narrates using "we." The story is about an office and the day to day occurrences as the pressure of layoffs builds. So, the point of view becomes important as he talks about how they collectively feel using "we." I have never read a book like that before, and I was impressed with that concept.
I also enjoyed how Ferris unraveled a compelling and heartwarming aspect in the story by having a main character from the office struggle with a devastating disease.
The story truly was an awesome read. Anytime I can laugh, cry, gasp out loud, and keep glued to a book, I know it is good. I would put this book in my Top Ten Favorites of all time. LOVE IT! It is a must- read!
The book is Then We Came to an End by Joshua Ferris. I haven't liked a book this much since I read The Road last fall. As I started this book, I noticed two things: I was laughing like a little school girl at the hilarity of the first chapter. The book's point of view is different than anything I have ever read.
First, the book is hilarious. Ferris presents characters who are discussing their daily lives to their colleagues. He reveals in their banter how ridiculous many of the conversations and actions we take daily are. My favorite examples involves an office tradition of taking someone's "good chair" after they have been fired. This office chair situation evolves into an absolute riotous situation throughout the book.
Ferris tells this book in the first person plural, meaning he narrates using "we." The story is about an office and the day to day occurrences as the pressure of layoffs builds. So, the point of view becomes important as he talks about how they collectively feel using "we." I have never read a book like that before, and I was impressed with that concept.
I also enjoyed how Ferris unraveled a compelling and heartwarming aspect in the story by having a main character from the office struggle with a devastating disease.
The story truly was an awesome read. Anytime I can laugh, cry, gasp out loud, and keep glued to a book, I know it is good. I would put this book in my Top Ten Favorites of all time. LOVE IT! It is a must- read!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Golfing, and bowling, and a parade.. .. Oh My!
The visit with my mom continued at a frenetic pace on Saturday and Sunday.
Today Grandma left. On the way to the airport, the boys continued to squeeze every moment they could from grandma by making her try to finish the book she had been reading to them, Soup and Me. I think even grandma was disappointed that she didn't quite finish it. The morning finished with a few eyes brimming with tears, but we are grateful to have had her here for so long. Now, I need to rest!
Saturday began with Chris and Andrew leaving to play in a Father-Son golf tournament. (They did well-- They finished 6th or 7th our of about 13 teams.) Brendan decided that if Andrew was golfing, he should be too, so Brendan, Evan, mom and I went to the little Par 3 in Waunakee and played 9 holes. I can attest with utter conviction that Brendan was by far the best player in our foursome. I do think Evan came in a close second with mom and I trailing distantly! It was such a peaceful morning. I even commented to mom at one point that it was great to just be walking and talking with the boys like that.
After golf, we had a little lunch and the boys wanted to head to the park. We perched grandma back on her bike, which she was getting more accustomed to, and took off. The boys played at the park for an hour or so, then coerced us into yet another day of bowling. We rode our bikes back home and got ready to journey back to Vitense Golfland.
A PGA teaching professional was offering a golf clinic that we thought the boys may be interested in. Unfortunately, the man used such specific language that it was way over their heads. Ultimately, they just wanted to putt and practice hitting balls, which is what we did.
Sunday was a little less crazy. We went to church in the morning, then journeyed to Waunakee to watch the Waunafest parade. It was a beautiful day for a parade, but we didn't know that the parade would last nearly two hours!!! It got HOT and the boys were antsy. Here is a picture from the parade. If you look closely, you can see me taking the picture in the firetruck and mom sitting next to me!
After the parade, we came home and hung out for the evening. Brendan and Evan became immersed in a marble game. Here are two pictures from that. The picture of Brendan shows him jumping in excitement watching his marbles fall.
After the parade, we came home and hung out for the evening. Brendan and Evan became immersed in a marble game. Here are two pictures from that. The picture of Brendan shows him jumping in excitement watching his marbles fall. Today Grandma left. On the way to the airport, the boys continued to squeeze every moment they could from grandma by making her try to finish the book she had been reading to them, Soup and Me. I think even grandma was disappointed that she didn't quite finish it. The morning finished with a few eyes brimming with tears, but we are grateful to have had her here for so long. Now, I need to rest!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Day Three of Grandma Fun
Friday was the third day Grandma was here with the boys. We continued the theme of utter exhaustion for that day as well.
Friday began with a fun morning of the boys playing games with grandma while I did some much needed outdoor weeding. (I don't enjoy that work, so I often blame my absolute lack of attention to being busy with the boys.) We then continued our bowling streak with a 5th day in a row of bowling. The boys even talked grandma into riding a bike to the alley. She hung in there despite the lack of comfort given by the bike seat.
We offered the boys a rare treat following that by taking them to Chuck E Cheese. When Andrew and Brendan were little, I felt like all their friends were always having parties at Chuck E Cheese, so they LOVED going there. I was not a huge fan. However, in the last two years since living in Wisconsin, I have only taken the boys one time. So, Grandma Dilley gave Brendan some birthday money that we used on an afternoon at Chuck E's, which resulted in the fantastic prizes of Tootsie Pops and some baseball rings that make a clapping noise. Yippee!
We scurried off to Andrew and Brendan's golf lesson next. The lesson was brief that day, but it was a nice day to just sit outside and watch them. Since we were at a golfland, the boys asked if they could show grandma this awesome indoor putt-putt course. I consented with an impish grin, knowing that I had a few free passes up my sleeve. Here are a few pictures from the putt putt. Yes, this is a putt-putt course. It is a lot of fun!
After our putting fun, we drove home and relaxed briefly before a late night showing of Alvin and the Chipmunks in our living room. The boys know almost every line of that movie, and they are hysterical to listen to.
As soon as the boys went to bed, all the adults exhaustively picked ourselves off the couches and retired ourselves as well. Two more days to go. . .
Friday, July 25, 2008
Hanging with Grandma
We love having company here in Wisconsin. We are blessed to have my mom in town visiting for 5 nights! Yesterday, we packed so much into a day that it left every one of us utterly exhausted.
We began by going to see the "cheap" movie ($2.50 a person and a free popcorn) of "The Bee Movie." I felt like mom and I were pulling teeth to get the boys to see a movie, but they enjoyed themselves by gorging on popcorn and contraband Skittles.
We went straight from the movie to swimming at the pool. At first it appeared that our pool trip could be sabotaged from the surprisingly low humidity, breezy day we had yesterday. The boys quickly got cold and were ready to leave. Grandma and I just kept swimming, and they got right back in. Three hours later, we went home. Here were a few pictures that I really loved.
When we got home, Andrew and Brendan then took Grandma bowling for the fourth time this week. Upon coming back from that, Brendan insisted on going to this little park by our house while I cooked dinner, so they all trooped over there and played.
After dinner, we all got on our bikes (yes, even grandma!) and rode to the library to get Evan a Spiderman book. The library was having a special activity night, so we ended up playing with balloons, bubbles, and beanbags there. Finally, we arrived at home. Brendan talked Grandma into a game of Clue, and then they read books together until the boys fell asleep.
We had a wonderful time.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
The Last Baseball Game of the Year
I love watching baseball games in the summer. My mom could probably tell you that at one point I didn't love watching my brothers play when I was younger. However, I have the opportunity to view those times with rose-colored glasses, and I remember watching their games fondly.
I think this hit went to the outfield!
Even though no score is officially kept, the boys assured me that they won last evening. The teams were fairly evenly matched, and I do believe they are correct. Since it was the final game of the season, we immediately celebrated with a pizza party. Of course, they had Pizza Hut pizza for the party. 
Fortunately for me, Andrew and Brendan play summer baseball as well. For the past eight weeks, they have had one game a week for their Coach Pitch team called Pizza Hut. Chris was an assistance coach as well, and he became the official pitcher at about mid-season. Last night was the final game of the season.
Andrew did an awesome job of playing third baseman. They typically rotate positions so that each child gets a chance to play each position. Chris and I were both impressed with him. Brendan also did a nice job playing. Both boys had excellent hits. Here are some photos from the evening.
This was Brendan standing on first base after a solid hit.
I think this hit went to the outfield!Even though no score is officially kept, the boys assured me that they won last evening. The teams were fairly evenly matched, and I do believe they are correct. Since it was the final game of the season, we immediately celebrated with a pizza party. Of course, they had Pizza Hut pizza for the party. (Brendan is on the far left of this picture. Andrew is the one behind the kids with the Doritos.)
It was a great season.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The Mole and other favorite summer shows
Remember when we were kids and summer TV meant reruns all summer? That idea forced us to -- gasp-- play outside. But the networks have figured out a way to rid that foolish notion of fresh air from our minds; we now have brand new shows in the summer. The kids and I have a few favorites that I am in the mood to dish about.
Does anyone watch The Mole? Is it a TV show on Mondays nights that Chris and I love!
A few years ago the original Mole was on, and Chris and I were hooked. However, it was a few years between shows, so we were glad to see it brought back this summer. Imagine my shock when on the first night, I actually knew one of the contestants! (I taught with Mark when I taught English at Mukwonago.) Now, we are down to the final four, and our "who is the mole?" theories are getting deep. I have been saying for weeks that I think it is the heavy guy (Ralph??) that is The Mole, but I am not sure. Chris thought it was the pretty blonde genius, but she left two weeks ago. Do you watch it?? What do you think?
The boys have two favorite shows as well, American Gladiators and Wipeout. American Gladiators is like a blast from my past. Last week the show introduced a new gladiator and it looked like a scene from the old WWF days. The show even has Hulk Hogan as a commentator. The boys are absolutely hooked! I do believe that Wipeout, however, has usurped the spot of Number One in their hearts. Wipeout is a show based on watching people take the most tremendous, ridiculous falls. The show also shamelessly uses "big balls" as their props, so they can use deadpan humor to describe the falls. The boys have belly laughs and huge grins during this entire show.
My last favorite show is Last Comic Standing. This is definitely an adult show. The boys have tried to watch part of it, then I find myself trying to explain something that I don't want to explain. Not good. Yet, I get a kick out of having a little belly laugh myself at 9 pm at night. I rarely get that!
Summer TV forever changed with reality TV, and we are hooked.
Does anyone watch The Mole? Is it a TV show on Mondays nights that Chris and I love!
A few years ago the original Mole was on, and Chris and I were hooked. However, it was a few years between shows, so we were glad to see it brought back this summer. Imagine my shock when on the first night, I actually knew one of the contestants! (I taught with Mark when I taught English at Mukwonago.) Now, we are down to the final four, and our "who is the mole?" theories are getting deep. I have been saying for weeks that I think it is the heavy guy (Ralph??) that is The Mole, but I am not sure. Chris thought it was the pretty blonde genius, but she left two weeks ago. Do you watch it?? What do you think?
The boys have two favorite shows as well, American Gladiators and Wipeout. American Gladiators is like a blast from my past. Last week the show introduced a new gladiator and it looked like a scene from the old WWF days. The show even has Hulk Hogan as a commentator. The boys are absolutely hooked! I do believe that Wipeout, however, has usurped the spot of Number One in their hearts. Wipeout is a show based on watching people take the most tremendous, ridiculous falls. The show also shamelessly uses "big balls" as their props, so they can use deadpan humor to describe the falls. The boys have belly laughs and huge grins during this entire show.
My last favorite show is Last Comic Standing. This is definitely an adult show. The boys have tried to watch part of it, then I find myself trying to explain something that I don't want to explain. Not good. Yet, I get a kick out of having a little belly laugh myself at 9 pm at night. I rarely get that!
Summer TV forever changed with reality TV, and we are hooked.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Almost a Pool Day
Yesterday two of my friends that I work with and I had planned to go swimming at the pool. The boys and I were finishing a bike ride right before Stacy and Jess were coming over; it started to sprinkle a little. Then, I noticed that the sky was completely gray and looked like impending rain.
At that moment, Stacy and Jess showed up. We all half-heartedly agreed that it looked like rain, so my family had lunch and we just sat and talked. Besides, we concurred that the weather man assured us that there were storms coming our way that could ruin our afternoon at the pool.
As the day progressed, we began to realize that the weather man may not have predicted correctly. By 1:00 the sun was peeking through the clouds. By 1:45 the clouds were breaking up, and by 2:30 there was sun and major heat! At this point we were completely bummed, realizing that there was not enough time for a full day at the pool anymore.
So, we sat in my garage watching the kids play and sweating profusely from the heat. Ultimately, we had a great day, however. We hadn't visited since school let out, so the conversation became as pervasive as the sun and heat. By the time they left, my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. It was a good day.
At that moment, Stacy and Jess showed up. We all half-heartedly agreed that it looked like rain, so my family had lunch and we just sat and talked. Besides, we concurred that the weather man assured us that there were storms coming our way that could ruin our afternoon at the pool.
As the day progressed, we began to realize that the weather man may not have predicted correctly. By 1:00 the sun was peeking through the clouds. By 1:45 the clouds were breaking up, and by 2:30 there was sun and major heat! At this point we were completely bummed, realizing that there was not enough time for a full day at the pool anymore.
So, we sat in my garage watching the kids play and sweating profusely from the heat. Ultimately, we had a great day, however. We hadn't visited since school let out, so the conversation became as pervasive as the sun and heat. By the time they left, my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. It was a good day.
The Halfway Point
People say that teachers are so lucky to get three months off in the summer. I recently counted the weeks we have no contract obligations, and we only get ten weeks off. (Remember, we are "compensated"accordingly!) Therefore, this weekend marked our halfway point for summer.
When examining whether I was excited or not about being at mid-summer, I debated about that being a "glass half empty" or a "glass half full" concept.
Glass Half Empty: School will be here in a short five weeks. I will have to get up at 5 am again to squeeze in my exercise routine. I will have the chaos of getting three boys ready in about 20 minutes every morning and racing us out the door to our busy days. I won't be able to read as much. I will have papers to grade. Yada, Yada, Yada. . .
On most days, I'm not really a Glass Half Empty Girl. I like to be an optimist.
Glass Half Full: I have five weeks left of sleeping in a little extra to 6 am. I still have five weeks to complete my summer reading wish list. (I am reading an awesome book right now! Stay tuned!) The boys and I leisurely get ready every morning to usually be on the way to the first activity by 9 am. We still have our summer vacation not yet taken to South Dakota and then on the Yellowstone and the Tetons. We have visitors coming this week and next, my mom then Jeff and Emily. My life at home is good.
Glass Half Full: I only have five weeks until I get to go back to work. I love the excitement the staff and students feel on the first day of school when everything is new. I love talking to apathetic teenagers and making them care, even just a little, about what I have to say. I love watching a student who worked so hard on an essay see the rewards with a good grade. I love watching a student discover that English doesn't "suck," that words and writing are what drive education. I love having educational and non-educational discussions with my colleagues. I work with some amazing people at Waunakee. I love grading those first few papers of the year.
I love teaching, and in five weeks I get to be a teacher again -- not before I enjoy an awesome five weeks with my boys. I am so lucky! Yes, the glass is certainly half full.
When examining whether I was excited or not about being at mid-summer, I debated about that being a "glass half empty" or a "glass half full" concept.
Glass Half Empty: School will be here in a short five weeks. I will have to get up at 5 am again to squeeze in my exercise routine. I will have the chaos of getting three boys ready in about 20 minutes every morning and racing us out the door to our busy days. I won't be able to read as much. I will have papers to grade. Yada, Yada, Yada. . .
On most days, I'm not really a Glass Half Empty Girl. I like to be an optimist.
Glass Half Full: I have five weeks left of sleeping in a little extra to 6 am. I still have five weeks to complete my summer reading wish list. (I am reading an awesome book right now! Stay tuned!) The boys and I leisurely get ready every morning to usually be on the way to the first activity by 9 am. We still have our summer vacation not yet taken to South Dakota and then on the Yellowstone and the Tetons. We have visitors coming this week and next, my mom then Jeff and Emily. My life at home is good.
Glass Half Full: I only have five weeks until I get to go back to work. I love the excitement the staff and students feel on the first day of school when everything is new. I love talking to apathetic teenagers and making them care, even just a little, about what I have to say. I love watching a student who worked so hard on an essay see the rewards with a good grade. I love watching a student discover that English doesn't "suck," that words and writing are what drive education. I love having educational and non-educational discussions with my colleagues. I work with some amazing people at Waunakee. I love grading those first few papers of the year.
I love teaching, and in five weeks I get to be a teacher again -- not before I enjoy an awesome five weeks with my boys. I am so lucky! Yes, the glass is certainly half full.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday Night Movie
We live in the coolest little town that does the coolest little events for the coolest people (us!) On Friday nights in the summer, De Forest Library sponsors a kids movie in the town park shown at dusk on the side of our "little red barn."
We haven't gone yet this year due to conflicts, disinterest in the earlier movies, or plain old fatigue. However, this Friday Ratatouille was the highlighted movie and the boys really wanted to attend, so I popped popcorn and gathered coats and bug spray.
We headed to the park at about 8:45, and the movie started shortly after. The major annoyance we encountered was that there must have been six gazillion mosquitoes in the park. We all sprayed ourselves, we had long pants and shirts on, and we were getting bit like crazy! Chris actually had his head wrapped in a handkerchief, and he was still getting devoured. Through all of the swatting, we actually did watch a bit of the movie.
The bugs actually dispersed after the first 45 minutes or so, and we could just sit back and relax. At one point, I looked around the park and saw the coolest things.
I saw the couple in front of us sitting in their lawn chairs with a citronella candle burning behind them. They held hands almost the entire movie while their daughter played around them.
I saw my friend Pam, who has five adorable children (two of them are one year old twins!,) sitting with her oldest three kids. Her two daughters were cuddling with her and sitting on her lap. I realized how special that time must have been to those girls.
I saw Evan's preschool friend Calvin snuggling with his dad next to his mom and brother.
Then, I looked at us. We were all peacefully sitting there together and enjoying a movie. The kids were laughing and happy. The moment was priceless.
However, I can almost predict how each of these evenings will end as the movie lasts until after 10:30. I usually have at least one sleepy boy in my lap, but this week I had two sleepy boys, Evan and Brendan. Yes, I had 100 pounds of children on my lap. My legs were literally asleep when the movie ended.
I am sure we will see more movies on Fridays soon. There is just something so special about that time with my very cool family.
We haven't gone yet this year due to conflicts, disinterest in the earlier movies, or plain old fatigue. However, this Friday Ratatouille was the highlighted movie and the boys really wanted to attend, so I popped popcorn and gathered coats and bug spray.
We headed to the park at about 8:45, and the movie started shortly after. The major annoyance we encountered was that there must have been six gazillion mosquitoes in the park. We all sprayed ourselves, we had long pants and shirts on, and we were getting bit like crazy! Chris actually had his head wrapped in a handkerchief, and he was still getting devoured. Through all of the swatting, we actually did watch a bit of the movie.
The bugs actually dispersed after the first 45 minutes or so, and we could just sit back and relax. At one point, I looked around the park and saw the coolest things.
I saw the couple in front of us sitting in their lawn chairs with a citronella candle burning behind them. They held hands almost the entire movie while their daughter played around them.
I saw my friend Pam, who has five adorable children (two of them are one year old twins!,) sitting with her oldest three kids. Her two daughters were cuddling with her and sitting on her lap. I realized how special that time must have been to those girls.
I saw Evan's preschool friend Calvin snuggling with his dad next to his mom and brother.
Then, I looked at us. We were all peacefully sitting there together and enjoying a movie. The kids were laughing and happy. The moment was priceless.
However, I can almost predict how each of these evenings will end as the movie lasts until after 10:30. I usually have at least one sleepy boy in my lap, but this week I had two sleepy boys, Evan and Brendan. Yes, I had 100 pounds of children on my lap. My legs were literally asleep when the movie ended.
I am sure we will see more movies on Fridays soon. There is just something so special about that time with my very cool family.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Food Fight
I wish this post was discussing the thrills of a gooey, sticky mess that my kids created by bombarding each other with their macaroni and cheese or pizza. I would be disgruntled, but that would be more fun than the daily fight that I have in my house about food. When will it end?
As babies, we fight with our kids over the frequency of meals. I remember always trying to get them to wait just a little longer to nurse to stretch the feedings. As toddlers, food seems to be a natural fit; kids eat whatever they can get their hands on. As 3s and 4s, my kids began to get pickier. I am sure some of that is partially my fault because I fell into the predictable pattern of chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, and hot dog lunches.
My kids all have different eating patterns and preferences. Andrew is a decent eater; he takes after his dad with being a carnivore and loving meat of any kind. I can't always convince him to try new dishes, but he can still clean his plate. Evan is the best eater of the bunch. I owe much of that credit to his awesome babysitter Gina. She had him take a "thank you" bite of everything she made; therefore, he tried more and liked more.
Then, there is Brendan. Brendan is my picky eater. When he gets his mind set that he is not going to like something, there is no stopping him. Even food that he usually likes is sometimes taboo in is mind if the mood strikes him. For example, yesterday Brendan only ate one meal! He had a good breakfast, then we went to the movies for the cheap $2.50 movie to see Nim's Island. (Cute movie- by the way) After that, we went to the bookstore and then off to Pizza Hut for the kids to redeem personal pan pizzas earned free from the library. Brendan was convinced after two bites that this "Pizza Hut did not make pizza as good as in DeForest." He wanted to try my buffet pizza; again, he didn't like it. The only thing he would try is their Cinnamon Breadsticks. Hmmm. . .. Again, at dinner I made Turkey Kielbasa, corn, grapes, noodles, and biscuits. However, I held his favorite part, the noodles, hostage until he ate something else. This resulted in tears, yelling, and Brendan crying in his room for the rest of dinner. He never touched his dinner! (He was hungry this morning.)
Why must our children fight us on food? I try to explain that "mommy only wants you to be healthy," but that is sometimes not enough. I will keep up the fight, however, as long as I am able. Hopefully, another time I will have a fun food fight to report.
As babies, we fight with our kids over the frequency of meals. I remember always trying to get them to wait just a little longer to nurse to stretch the feedings. As toddlers, food seems to be a natural fit; kids eat whatever they can get their hands on. As 3s and 4s, my kids began to get pickier. I am sure some of that is partially my fault because I fell into the predictable pattern of chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, and hot dog lunches.
My kids all have different eating patterns and preferences. Andrew is a decent eater; he takes after his dad with being a carnivore and loving meat of any kind. I can't always convince him to try new dishes, but he can still clean his plate. Evan is the best eater of the bunch. I owe much of that credit to his awesome babysitter Gina. She had him take a "thank you" bite of everything she made; therefore, he tried more and liked more.
Then, there is Brendan. Brendan is my picky eater. When he gets his mind set that he is not going to like something, there is no stopping him. Even food that he usually likes is sometimes taboo in is mind if the mood strikes him. For example, yesterday Brendan only ate one meal! He had a good breakfast, then we went to the movies for the cheap $2.50 movie to see Nim's Island. (Cute movie- by the way) After that, we went to the bookstore and then off to Pizza Hut for the kids to redeem personal pan pizzas earned free from the library. Brendan was convinced after two bites that this "Pizza Hut did not make pizza as good as in DeForest." He wanted to try my buffet pizza; again, he didn't like it. The only thing he would try is their Cinnamon Breadsticks. Hmmm. . .. Again, at dinner I made Turkey Kielbasa, corn, grapes, noodles, and biscuits. However, I held his favorite part, the noodles, hostage until he ate something else. This resulted in tears, yelling, and Brendan crying in his room for the rest of dinner. He never touched his dinner! (He was hungry this morning.)
Why must our children fight us on food? I try to explain that "mommy only wants you to be healthy," but that is sometimes not enough. I will keep up the fight, however, as long as I am able. Hopefully, another time I will have a fun food fight to report.
A Gathering of Old Men by Ernest Gaines (and a question. . .)
I felt compelled to write a short description of the book I just finished, A Gathering of Old Men by Ernest Gaines. This book was a recommendation from a teaching colleague, so I had it in a huge stack, waiting to be read.
When I selected it, I was pleasantly surprised. This book was set in the "Cajun South" sometime shortly after the Vietnam War. The premise of the book is that a white man is dead on a black man's property. A group of old men and the white woman who runs the property all show up and claim to have killed the white man to help cover up for the person they believe is culpable. The story reveals the truth about the tensions that run deep between races in the south during that time.
Yet the plot was not what motivated me to write a comment. What I loved about the book was the point of view the story was told in. Each chapter assumed a different character's voice to tell the story. Now, I have read other stories like that before, but this is the first one I have ever read where the story continues even with the change of voice, meaning there is never any "backstory" about what the character felt about a previous incident. The story unravels through careful selection of character voice. Very cool!
Totally enjoyed this book- I absolutely recommend it.
By the way, I was wondering if I should begin separating my book posts onto a separate blog. I was thinking about a blog where people could also post discussions about books they are reading as well. It would serve as a mini book discussion area. Would any of you have interest??
When I selected it, I was pleasantly surprised. This book was set in the "Cajun South" sometime shortly after the Vietnam War. The premise of the book is that a white man is dead on a black man's property. A group of old men and the white woman who runs the property all show up and claim to have killed the white man to help cover up for the person they believe is culpable. The story reveals the truth about the tensions that run deep between races in the south during that time.
Yet the plot was not what motivated me to write a comment. What I loved about the book was the point of view the story was told in. Each chapter assumed a different character's voice to tell the story. Now, I have read other stories like that before, but this is the first one I have ever read where the story continues even with the change of voice, meaning there is never any "backstory" about what the character felt about a previous incident. The story unravels through careful selection of character voice. Very cool!
Totally enjoyed this book- I absolutely recommend it.
By the way, I was wondering if I should begin separating my book posts onto a separate blog. I was thinking about a blog where people could also post discussions about books they are reading as well. It would serve as a mini book discussion area. Would any of you have interest??
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Alien Dude
We didn't discover him in a secret area in Roswell. We didn't see him streaming away from the Mars' satellite. We didn't even have an out of body experience with him on a UFO. Brendan simply bought him at a garage sale for 25 cents.We call him "Alien Dude." Alien Dude was originally played with for about one day before he was lost in the abyss I call my minivan. About a week ago, I unearthed this little green man much to the delight of Brendan. From then on, Alien Dude played a major role in our lives.
Whenever we drive anywhere at all, Alien Dude gets prime realty: the dashboard. The boys take turn perching him precariously at the front of the van to see how long he will stay upright. Sometimes Alien Dude lasts only seconds when he falls off the dash; other times they get minutes of enjoyment watching him wobble around.
What they are truly watching for is how Alien Dude will fall. One time he just tipped backwards and floundered around on the dash. Another time he just flopped to the side and continued to vacillate back and forth like a weeble wobble. Most times he flies dangerously close to the passenger side window and tumbles to the floor. One time, however, he did an amazing feat: Alien Dude managed a double front flip with a twist and landed in my cupholder.
That stunt landing elicited much awe from the young viewers in my car. It is exactly this that I love about Alien Dude. I love listening to the boys laugh. As they watch him, they use that belly laugh that comes from being purely happy. The giggle I hear is so priceless that I continue to resurrect Alien Dude from harm's way to continue hearing this noise. Even the mere mention of Alien Dude arouses impish grins that I adore.
So for now, Alien Dude is my constant shot gun rider, and I am lovin' it!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
A Great Day
My kids function best when we have a lot to do. The fighting is minimized, the complaining is minimized; therefore, my patience is maximized. Yesterday, we planned a busy day and had a great time.
We scurried off at about lunchtime and came home and created a mac and cheese feast. We relaxed for a short time, then my friend Gina came by to pick up my crib that she helped me sell to a friend. I said goodbye to my crib and got the boys ready for our next stop.
Finally, we swam again for about an hour. All the boys were excited to have daddy swim with them because I am not nearly as fun as he is in the pool. Evan was wearing his Power Ranger floater suit that Uncle Jeff had bought for Brendan a few years back. Evan even jumped off the side without me holding him and went under the water. For him that is a huge step!
The evening ended with Brendan and Evan watching their favorite summer show, Wipeout. --Andrew was in trouble in his room =( -- However, it was still a great day.
We began yesterday morning meeting up with a friend that I teach with. Corina and I eat lunch together every day at school, so we are able to get constant updates about each other's lives. Well, we have gone weeks without our lunches so we had much to talk about. We met at a park, and the kids played tennis, baseball, basketball, and played on the playground. In between getting them snacks and pushing them on the swing, Corina and I were able to begin the "catching up" process that will not fully be complete until school starts. ?(Even then, we never have enough time to get all our chatting done!) Here are all the kids on the playground.
We scurried off at about lunchtime and came home and created a mac and cheese feast. We relaxed for a short time, then my friend Gina came by to pick up my crib that she helped me sell to a friend. I said goodbye to my crib and got the boys ready for our next stop. Next, we headed to the doctor's office for a regular check up for Brendan. He is officially over the 4ft mark and is closing in on 60 pounds (57 pounds). I inquired about the marble watch, and the doctor was unaffected. If we haven't seen symptoms, he is fine. Good news! Overall, he looks perfectly fine- The doctor did suggest we get an update on his Chicken Pox vaccine, but Brendan was having no part of that, so we put it off for now. (Have any of you done this updated shot??)
We then rapidly headed to the pool; it was hot yesterday! We swam for an hour and a half at the pool, then the pool closes for dinner. Chris came and met us in Columbus and we had a picnic at the pavilion outside the pool. It was nice to just relax a little. The boys loved eating lunch food for dinner.
Finally, we swam again for about an hour. All the boys were excited to have daddy swim with them because I am not nearly as fun as he is in the pool. Evan was wearing his Power Ranger floater suit that Uncle Jeff had bought for Brendan a few years back. Evan even jumped off the side without me holding him and went under the water. For him that is a huge step!The evening ended with Brendan and Evan watching their favorite summer show, Wipeout. --Andrew was in trouble in his room =( -- However, it was still a great day. Tuesday, July 15, 2008
A Night of Chocolate
My family frequents the library often, so when I saw an advertisement for a night of learning about and tasting chocolate, I immediately signed up my neighbor and myself.
In preparation for my calorie consumption, I walked to the library and met my neighbor. As we walked into the community room, we noticed that there had been glamorous decorations set up with pink table runners, pink napkins in the cups, cute place mats that had been hand made, and books about chocolate. Susan and I found a seat and waited impatiently for the program to begin.
The evening consisted of two main focuses: learning about the history and value of chocolate and consuming chocolate. We started with the dark chocolate samples that were slightly more bitter than their milk chocolate counterparts. However, that didn't deter Susan and I. We gobbled each sample immediately, even the sample that had been infused with Red Chili Pepper! That was the oddest piece of chocolate I had ever eaten. As you finished the bite, a strong spicy aftertaste would appear in your mouth that completely counteracts the sweet.
Anyways, we moved onto Milk Chocolate samples. At this point, we began to make noises that did not belong in a library. The gasps, oohs, aahhs, and groans at how wonderful the chocolate tasted became prevalent from both Susan and me. They were decadent.
Something odd began to happen, however. I never thought I could say this, but I began getting full. We joked that the evening progressed like a drinking party. At first you drink quickly when the shots start coming, but as the evening progresses, you are still trying to finish the last shot before the next one arrives. That's how we felt. The chocolate just kept coming, and we were still jamming in the last piece as the ladies were bringing additional pieces.
Have no fear! That didn't stop us. We culminated our sampling with a trio of chocolate delights. There was a strawberry concoction in a chocolate cup that was amazing. This was followed by a truffle made from banana bread and white chocolate dipped in chocolate. Finally, there was a chocolate molded truffle. All of these were amazing, and I sat there stuffed but exhilarated. As we learned that evening, chocolate has therapeutic benefits, and I felt that I was living evidence of that at that moment.
Susan and I slowly walked home from the library and just chatted like schoolgirls all the way home. It was a wonderful evening. I must confess that I have never indulged so much at the public library with something so yummy!
In preparation for my calorie consumption, I walked to the library and met my neighbor. As we walked into the community room, we noticed that there had been glamorous decorations set up with pink table runners, pink napkins in the cups, cute place mats that had been hand made, and books about chocolate. Susan and I found a seat and waited impatiently for the program to begin.
The evening consisted of two main focuses: learning about the history and value of chocolate and consuming chocolate. We started with the dark chocolate samples that were slightly more bitter than their milk chocolate counterparts. However, that didn't deter Susan and I. We gobbled each sample immediately, even the sample that had been infused with Red Chili Pepper! That was the oddest piece of chocolate I had ever eaten. As you finished the bite, a strong spicy aftertaste would appear in your mouth that completely counteracts the sweet.
Anyways, we moved onto Milk Chocolate samples. At this point, we began to make noises that did not belong in a library. The gasps, oohs, aahhs, and groans at how wonderful the chocolate tasted became prevalent from both Susan and me. They were decadent.
Something odd began to happen, however. I never thought I could say this, but I began getting full. We joked that the evening progressed like a drinking party. At first you drink quickly when the shots start coming, but as the evening progresses, you are still trying to finish the last shot before the next one arrives. That's how we felt. The chocolate just kept coming, and we were still jamming in the last piece as the ladies were bringing additional pieces.
Have no fear! That didn't stop us. We culminated our sampling with a trio of chocolate delights. There was a strawberry concoction in a chocolate cup that was amazing. This was followed by a truffle made from banana bread and white chocolate dipped in chocolate. Finally, there was a chocolate molded truffle. All of these were amazing, and I sat there stuffed but exhilarated. As we learned that evening, chocolate has therapeutic benefits, and I felt that I was living evidence of that at that moment.
Susan and I slowly walked home from the library and just chatted like schoolgirls all the way home. It was a wonderful evening. I must confess that I have never indulged so much at the public library with something so yummy!
Monday, July 14, 2008
The Newbie
I felt a little like a student in a new class yesterday as I sat in the back of the church waiting to meet our new pastor. For the last year and a half I have been attending church again after a college and post-college hiatus. I joined my current church partly due to the dynamic leadership that I witnessed in Pastor Rachel. I subscribed to most of her beliefs on religion, I enjoyed her personality and approach to the church, and I actually listened to her Message during the church sermon. So, when she announced she would be leaving, I was a little nervous.
I felt sympathy yesterday for the new pastor, because coming into the church and taking over is akin to how Jay Leno must have felt when replacing Johnny Carson. (Maybe not that extreme, but...) People are judging you based off of what they know and have grown accustomed to. This is exactly what I did.
When we sat down yesterday, I glanced through the bulletin as I normally do. The format of the bulletin was all different. Agenda items were in new places, the font was different, even the size of the bulletin was different. Then, the pastor started the service with announcements. WHAT? Announcements have always gone last! She was totally throwing me for a loop. I softened a little during the kids' message as she had a great first delivery, but I wasn't giving her too many allowances. Maybe she was just lucky-
The big moment came for her first sermon. She opened with "Call Me Ishmael." And "It was the best of times; it was the worst of times." Ok- As an English teacher, she totally had my attention. She was speaking about the importance of a first impression as those lines opened classic pieces of literature. She actually spoke for a moment about writing an essay and the importance of the opening. I looked at Chris and smiled broadly; this is my comfort zone. He just groaned a little at my delight. The rest of the message was well-crafted and thoughtful. Despite myself, I was interested.
By the end of the service, I determined that I think I'm going to like her. I once heard a statement that "change is hard. Change takes time." I agree with that. Pastor Rachel was an excellent pastor who brought me back to attending church. Maybe this change will be a positive change and the new pastor will bring an element to church that I hadn't anticipated. Only time will tell. Until then, I will be like a new student, waiting to see what the new teacher will offer.
I felt sympathy yesterday for the new pastor, because coming into the church and taking over is akin to how Jay Leno must have felt when replacing Johnny Carson. (Maybe not that extreme, but...) People are judging you based off of what they know and have grown accustomed to. This is exactly what I did.
When we sat down yesterday, I glanced through the bulletin as I normally do. The format of the bulletin was all different. Agenda items were in new places, the font was different, even the size of the bulletin was different. Then, the pastor started the service with announcements. WHAT? Announcements have always gone last! She was totally throwing me for a loop. I softened a little during the kids' message as she had a great first delivery, but I wasn't giving her too many allowances. Maybe she was just lucky-
The big moment came for her first sermon. She opened with "Call Me Ishmael." And "It was the best of times; it was the worst of times." Ok- As an English teacher, she totally had my attention. She was speaking about the importance of a first impression as those lines opened classic pieces of literature. She actually spoke for a moment about writing an essay and the importance of the opening. I looked at Chris and smiled broadly; this is my comfort zone. He just groaned a little at my delight. The rest of the message was well-crafted and thoughtful. Despite myself, I was interested.
By the end of the service, I determined that I think I'm going to like her. I once heard a statement that "change is hard. Change takes time." I agree with that. Pastor Rachel was an excellent pastor who brought me back to attending church. Maybe this change will be a positive change and the new pastor will bring an element to church that I hadn't anticipated. Only time will tell. Until then, I will be like a new student, waiting to see what the new teacher will offer.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Animal Farm by George Orwell
The last time I read Animal Farm I was in high school. My high school required us to read a "Great Book" from a list of classics each quarter. Then, we needed to get at least 75% on a test on the book to get credit for reading it. Rumor quickly spread that Animal Farm was very short and easy to read, so many people I knew were reading it. I believe at one time the test answers were even circulating around as well. So, I half-heartedly read it. Didn't remember anything, but I took the test and passed it.
As an English teacher, many of my past and present colleagues discussed the book Animal Farm. (Yes, English teachers discuss books. I know- it is a terrible stereotype that we perpetuate constantly.) When that occurs, I always feel slightly "out of the loop," so I felt compelled to reread the classic- this time, I would not just memorize test questions.
To my delight I thoroughly enjoyed the book. Orwell did a superb job at presenting a satirical look at politics by using animals as the focus. It actually reminded me of the graphic novel, Maus, in its efforts to use this animalistic representation. The basic premise is that the animals on a farm are discontent that they sweat and toil all for the master of the farm. A spontaneous rebellion occurs and the farmer is ousted. What occurs from there is a classic case of "the grass is always greener on the other side." The animals begin by working together and promising to all share the rewards from their work. Everyone plans to be equal. I don't want to give away the ending, but I suppose you could figure out that they don't all live happily ever after.
Orwell's novel solidified in my mind as a great classic -- it is also quick to read with only about 120 pages! I highly recommend it!
As an English teacher, many of my past and present colleagues discussed the book Animal Farm. (Yes, English teachers discuss books. I know- it is a terrible stereotype that we perpetuate constantly.) When that occurs, I always feel slightly "out of the loop," so I felt compelled to reread the classic- this time, I would not just memorize test questions.
To my delight I thoroughly enjoyed the book. Orwell did a superb job at presenting a satirical look at politics by using animals as the focus. It actually reminded me of the graphic novel, Maus, in its efforts to use this animalistic representation. The basic premise is that the animals on a farm are discontent that they sweat and toil all for the master of the farm. A spontaneous rebellion occurs and the farmer is ousted. What occurs from there is a classic case of "the grass is always greener on the other side." The animals begin by working together and promising to all share the rewards from their work. Everyone plans to be equal. I don't want to give away the ending, but I suppose you could figure out that they don't all live happily ever after.
Orwell's novel solidified in my mind as a great classic -- it is also quick to read with only about 120 pages! I highly recommend it!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
A Nice Walk Home
Having three children has its perks: instant playmates and constant entertainment.
However, a drawback is that I don't feel like I get enough one-on-one time with any one child. Today I was fortunate enough to get some alone time with Brendan.
After I finished tearing down the garage sale today, I took Brendan to a birthday party at the local bowling alley. Chris and Evan wanted to test drive the new tag-a-long that we added to Chris' bike where Evan can sit as if it were a double bike. (I promise to send pictures this week.) So, Andrew, Chris, and Evan took off on a bike ride to the library, which is right next to the bowling alley. I decided to walk to the library so that I could walk home with Brendan when he was finished.
When I picked up Brendan, he was immediately bummed that only he and I could walk together, while everyone else got to ride bikes. I told him that it gave us some quality time together, and he was ok with that. From there our talk progressed to a variety of topics. We began by talking about the bowling party. I got to hear who we bowled with, what scores they got, what arcade games he played, how big the slices of pizza were, and exactly what the cake looked and tasted like. (It was a dinosaur cake with green and black frosting and a HUGE volcano!)
This conversation only took us about half of the near 1/2 to 3/4 of a mile walk home. We then progressed into a conversation about our upcoming vacation to South Dakota and Wyoming. This led to discussion about Mount Rushmore and the various presidents represented there. As another take-off, we then discussed President Lincoln and his contribution of abolishing slavery. This catapulted into a major discussion on the ethics of slavery, and how he is "sure glad Lincoln made that law!"
Continuing on presidents, we discussed the upcoming election and the two prime candidates. He thought that "Obama seems like he would be a good president." He wanted to hear what I knew of each of them, and we spent serious time discussing McCain's service in Vietnam. This led to a discussion about Iraq and people being the war.
About this time, home was in sight and we started planning our drinks of water as we approached home. It was with a little sadness that I entered the house and realized that the little bubble that surrounded us on the way home is burst the moment we walk in the door. Brendan has other things to do in the house that don't involve crazy circuitous conversations with his mom. I will just look forward to the next opportunity and seize it when I can.
However, a drawback is that I don't feel like I get enough one-on-one time with any one child. Today I was fortunate enough to get some alone time with Brendan.
After I finished tearing down the garage sale today, I took Brendan to a birthday party at the local bowling alley. Chris and Evan wanted to test drive the new tag-a-long that we added to Chris' bike where Evan can sit as if it were a double bike. (I promise to send pictures this week.) So, Andrew, Chris, and Evan took off on a bike ride to the library, which is right next to the bowling alley. I decided to walk to the library so that I could walk home with Brendan when he was finished.
When I picked up Brendan, he was immediately bummed that only he and I could walk together, while everyone else got to ride bikes. I told him that it gave us some quality time together, and he was ok with that. From there our talk progressed to a variety of topics. We began by talking about the bowling party. I got to hear who we bowled with, what scores they got, what arcade games he played, how big the slices of pizza were, and exactly what the cake looked and tasted like. (It was a dinosaur cake with green and black frosting and a HUGE volcano!)
This conversation only took us about half of the near 1/2 to 3/4 of a mile walk home. We then progressed into a conversation about our upcoming vacation to South Dakota and Wyoming. This led to discussion about Mount Rushmore and the various presidents represented there. As another take-off, we then discussed President Lincoln and his contribution of abolishing slavery. This catapulted into a major discussion on the ethics of slavery, and how he is "sure glad Lincoln made that law!"
Continuing on presidents, we discussed the upcoming election and the two prime candidates. He thought that "Obama seems like he would be a good president." He wanted to hear what I knew of each of them, and we spent serious time discussing McCain's service in Vietnam. This led to a discussion about Iraq and people being the war.
About this time, home was in sight and we started planning our drinks of water as we approached home. It was with a little sadness that I entered the house and realized that the little bubble that surrounded us on the way home is burst the moment we walk in the door. Brendan has other things to do in the house that don't involve crazy circuitous conversations with his mom. I will just look forward to the next opportunity and seize it when I can.
Friday, July 11, 2008
My Garage Sale
A comedian once said, "I don't know what you white people on Friday nights that makes you want to get up on Saturday and put all your junk on your lawn and try to sell it." Well, for the second year in a row, I am selling my junk! My friends Susan, Michelle and I are pooling our collective treasures and bartering with our customers in our annual garage sale this week.
This year I made a solid attempt to purge my house of many of the unused items that clutter and frustrate me during the year. I have spent a week and a half cleaning the basement and deciding what goes ignored most of the year. Then, all this week I cleaned the garage, organized tables, and put prices on products. By Wednesday night, I was exhausted and the sale hadn't yet started.
Yesterday, I was ecstatic because I sold all of the major products that I was hoping to sell: bike trailer for toddlers, Little Tikes play gym, my old stroller, the Cozy Coupe car, our blue Little Tikes car, an easel, a kids tool bench. Some of these items I had even purchased at garage sales with my friend Tyna!
Yet as I was watching someone else walk away with my supposed "junk," I began feeling a little nostalgic. One of the hardest objects for me was my stroller. I pushed all three of my boys in that stroller. I remember receiving it brand new and gingerly placing Andrew in the stroller. I remember Brendan riding in the stroller once Andrew was too big for the double stroller. I remember walking to school to get Andrew with Evan in the stroller and having it hail on us! Yes, HAIL! I put in some serious mileage behind that "junk," but I don't have use for it any more. A super nice grandpa bought it to put at his house for when his grandkids come to visit. I literally teared up when he said that!
My crib is also leaving me after 8 years. My friend Gina knew someone who could use a crib at her parent's house for when she visits. How wonderful for me to know that the same crib that I anxiously watched each of my newborns sleep in will continue to get used by loving people.
Not all sales made me nostalgic. I didn't look twice when the Jackie Collins novels that I never read were purchased or the Bing Crosby album that I think I mistakenly bought exited. I didn't mind seeing the noisy trucks that the boys zoomed around the house leave or even the Bob the Builder Scoop toy get purchased. I think the feeling was mutual with the Scoop toy. As the woman picked him up, the toy shouted, "I'm ready to go!" We all laughed so hard!
So for all of my work yesterday, I made enough money to pay for our gas money for at least a few weeks! We are hoping to open later today if the rain ever stops in Wisconsin. I am beginning to feel like I should have been building an ark! Ultimately, by the time we close on Saturday, I am hoping to feel a little more clutter free and have a little change in my pocket.
This year I made a solid attempt to purge my house of many of the unused items that clutter and frustrate me during the year. I have spent a week and a half cleaning the basement and deciding what goes ignored most of the year. Then, all this week I cleaned the garage, organized tables, and put prices on products. By Wednesday night, I was exhausted and the sale hadn't yet started.
Yesterday, I was ecstatic because I sold all of the major products that I was hoping to sell: bike trailer for toddlers, Little Tikes play gym, my old stroller, the Cozy Coupe car, our blue Little Tikes car, an easel, a kids tool bench. Some of these items I had even purchased at garage sales with my friend Tyna!
Yet as I was watching someone else walk away with my supposed "junk," I began feeling a little nostalgic. One of the hardest objects for me was my stroller. I pushed all three of my boys in that stroller. I remember receiving it brand new and gingerly placing Andrew in the stroller. I remember Brendan riding in the stroller once Andrew was too big for the double stroller. I remember walking to school to get Andrew with Evan in the stroller and having it hail on us! Yes, HAIL! I put in some serious mileage behind that "junk," but I don't have use for it any more. A super nice grandpa bought it to put at his house for when his grandkids come to visit. I literally teared up when he said that!
My crib is also leaving me after 8 years. My friend Gina knew someone who could use a crib at her parent's house for when she visits. How wonderful for me to know that the same crib that I anxiously watched each of my newborns sleep in will continue to get used by loving people.
Not all sales made me nostalgic. I didn't look twice when the Jackie Collins novels that I never read were purchased or the Bing Crosby album that I think I mistakenly bought exited. I didn't mind seeing the noisy trucks that the boys zoomed around the house leave or even the Bob the Builder Scoop toy get purchased. I think the feeling was mutual with the Scoop toy. As the woman picked him up, the toy shouted, "I'm ready to go!" We all laughed so hard!
So for all of my work yesterday, I made enough money to pay for our gas money for at least a few weeks! We are hoping to open later today if the rain ever stops in Wisconsin. I am beginning to feel like I should have been building an ark! Ultimately, by the time we close on Saturday, I am hoping to feel a little more clutter free and have a little change in my pocket.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Funny noise from my past
Just a few minutes ago, I was walking by Andrew and Brendan's room, and I heard a funny noise that made me laugh. It reminded my of when I was a kid.
Did you ever make the "popcorn" noise when you were a kid? Basically, you make an "uh" sound and slowly add a staccato to make it sound like popcorn popping. You use just the slightest force of air and a deep voice to make the sound. I used to make this sound sometimes when I couldn't sleep just to entertain myself.
Andrew was also making the noise because he couldn't sleep. I heard Brendan and Andrew giggling afterwards, and then each of them would try to repeat the silly noise. I just found it funny and felt that is was worth mentioning for the nostalgia factor. Some things never change!
Did you ever make the "popcorn" noise when you were a kid? Basically, you make an "uh" sound and slowly add a staccato to make it sound like popcorn popping. You use just the slightest force of air and a deep voice to make the sound. I used to make this sound sometimes when I couldn't sleep just to entertain myself.
Andrew was also making the noise because he couldn't sleep. I heard Brendan and Andrew giggling afterwards, and then each of them would try to repeat the silly noise. I just found it funny and felt that is was worth mentioning for the nostalgia factor. Some things never change!
2010: odyssey two
Here I am feeling literary again today! I just finished another good read: 2010: odyssey two by Arthur Clarke. This book continued the saga introduced in one of my earlier book selections 2001: A Space Odyssey. When I finished the original book, I entertained many questionsn abiout what events followed and what fate awaited the characters. This book does its best at answering those questions.
The essential plot of the story is that the astronauts are on a mission to Jupiter to rescue a derelict ship and investigate curious activity on one of the moons. I am amazed at the intuitive nature of science-fiction authors to make you actually visualize and experience what has never been experienced by humans.
The book felt a little "Star Trekky" in parts, but I thoroughly enjoyed the read. My favorite part dealt with the idea of some of the astronauts being able to "hibernate" as they journey to Jupiter. They would literally be put to sleep for months on end. There are definitely some weeks that I would like to hibernate through!
This was a good read; however, you should read the first book in the series prior to reading this one. If you like sci-fi, you will love this book.
The essential plot of the story is that the astronauts are on a mission to Jupiter to rescue a derelict ship and investigate curious activity on one of the moons. I am amazed at the intuitive nature of science-fiction authors to make you actually visualize and experience what has never been experienced by humans.
The book felt a little "Star Trekky" in parts, but I thoroughly enjoyed the read. My favorite part dealt with the idea of some of the astronauts being able to "hibernate" as they journey to Jupiter. They would literally be put to sleep for months on end. There are definitely some weeks that I would like to hibernate through!
This was a good read; however, you should read the first book in the series prior to reading this one. If you like sci-fi, you will love this book.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Pulchritudinous
I was always taught that the best way to learn new words is through extensive reading. To some extent, I am a living testament to this belief. I voraciously read whatever I can get my hands on, and as a result my vocabulary continues to expand. Yet, as I was reading The Escapist by Michael Chabon last week, I stumbled across a word that stymied me.
Pulchritudinous. . . Pulchritud a what?? I actually laughed out loud and showed Chris the word. We agreed that the author was just a show off. Who has ever heard of that word? As an English teacher, however, I don't like to leave words undefined. Undaunted by the challenge, I set off to unveil the definition of the word.
First step: Context clues. Here is the sentence. "Empire Comics publishers Sheldon Anapol and Jack Ashkenazt were won over by her sales potential -- specifically by Kavalier's pulchritudinous pinup design." Hmm.. . I still had nothing. No clue. Nada!
I tried to look at root words and suffix/ prefix. Still I had not made sufficient progress.
So, the next logical place was a Thesaurus that I sadly admit to keeping by my bed at night. I skimmed the pages. No entry for pulchritudinous. Did Chabon make up this word? Where did it come from?
Finally, I finished my journey at Dictionary.com where I was illuminated with the definition: physically beautiful; comely. All of those letters just to say beautiful or pretty? I have a plethora of words that I could have used: enchanting, attractive, ravishing, handsome, lovely, winsome, glamorous, etc. Yet, I ended up proving the experts point because now I again have expanded my vocab by reading, and I have a new word to add to my repertoire to talk about beauty.
With that said, it seems to be a pulchritudinous day, so I am going swimming!
Pulchritudinous. . . Pulchritud a what?? I actually laughed out loud and showed Chris the word. We agreed that the author was just a show off. Who has ever heard of that word? As an English teacher, however, I don't like to leave words undefined. Undaunted by the challenge, I set off to unveil the definition of the word.
First step: Context clues. Here is the sentence. "Empire Comics publishers Sheldon Anapol and Jack Ashkenazt were won over by her sales potential -- specifically by Kavalier's pulchritudinous pinup design." Hmm.. . I still had nothing. No clue. Nada!
I tried to look at root words and suffix/ prefix. Still I had not made sufficient progress.
So, the next logical place was a Thesaurus that I sadly admit to keeping by my bed at night. I skimmed the pages. No entry for pulchritudinous. Did Chabon make up this word? Where did it come from?
Finally, I finished my journey at Dictionary.com where I was illuminated with the definition: physically beautiful; comely. All of those letters just to say beautiful or pretty? I have a plethora of words that I could have used: enchanting, attractive, ravishing, handsome, lovely, winsome, glamorous, etc. Yet, I ended up proving the experts point because now I again have expanded my vocab by reading, and I have a new word to add to my repertoire to talk about beauty.
With that said, it seems to be a pulchritudinous day, so I am going swimming!
Monday, July 7, 2008
Kalahari Trip: Part Two
On our annual family vacation, I actually learned two things: 1. It's all about the kids. 2. More importantly, it's also about the adults!
We acted like our old college counterparts once we put the kids to bed. All of us would stay up chatting and drinking and sharing stories with each other. I just have to smile thinking of it. We always share the same stories of crazy stunts we pulled when we were younger, and we all still crack up as if it is the first time we have ever heard the story. Yet, we could probably repeat the story verbatim with the story teller. Mom and David had a thrilling duet of a Jimmy Buffet song that was worth watching. We listened and talked about music as well as ate cold pizza left over from dinner. We would then creep into our adjoining rooms after midnight, weary but exhilarated! Unlike college, our wake up call would arrive with the sun.
While I detailed all the fun the kids had on the trip, I left out the more important aspect of this trip. The adults also had a blast! Most of the year adults must be adults. We cook dinners, make beds, do laundry, go to work, and try to relax a little when life presents a moment. However, on this trip the adults were able to do something we never do-- be kids again.
We acted like adolescents as we scurried on each ride available. Of course, you couldn't ride a ride until your children were accounted for, but when that moment arrived, what fun we had! I loved watching each of us get off of a thrilling waterslide. Our eyes were lit up and we had gigantic smiles gracing our faces. Some of us forget we even have these smiles when we get so busy. Jeff, Chris, Tim, and I rode the aforementioned "Toilet Bowl" ride and we were laughing and screaming like children.
We acted like our old college counterparts once we put the kids to bed. All of us would stay up chatting and drinking and sharing stories with each other. I just have to smile thinking of it. We always share the same stories of crazy stunts we pulled when we were younger, and we all still crack up as if it is the first time we have ever heard the story. Yet, we could probably repeat the story verbatim with the story teller. Mom and David had a thrilling duet of a Jimmy Buffet song that was worth watching. We listened and talked about music as well as ate cold pizza left over from dinner. We would then creep into our adjoining rooms after midnight, weary but exhilarated! Unlike college, our wake up call would arrive with the sun.Growing up in a house of four children, we didn't always get along. However, I now relish the times that we all gather together and have time to just talk like we did this weekend. I have been so blessed with an amazing family, and my gratitude for my family is enormous. I am grateful that my parents see the importance of us all getting together and have facilitated this trip for us. I will look forward to next year's location which I am sure will bring more memories of laughter, swimming, exhaustion, chatting, and nostalgia.
Kalahari Trip: Part One
Last evening we just returned from our 5th annual vacation with my parents, my siblings, and our families. Every year we gather at a new location, yet this year we reprised last year's location because we had such a great time. We journeyed to Kalahari in Sandusky, Ohio to enjoy the enormous waterpark. There is one thing I know. . .
There was also this huge wave pool. For those of you Ohioans, you remember a similar pool at Geauga Lake. It was fun to watch the boys jumping in the waves. Even Ev got in the spirit. He loved the wave pool.
The boys were also bonding with their cousin, Noah, who they remember as only a little baby. Noah was walking, talking, and having fun with his cousins. Here he is tackling Evan and having a great time! 
Ultimately, the boys all had an amazing time. What I loved was watching the pure joy on all of their faces as they conquered some new aspect of the park or when they were just hanging out with their cousins. They were so happy, and I know that this is what the trip is all about. However, as the time neared for us to leave, all three of my boys had massive tears brimming in their eyes and were not ready to depart their cousins already. This almost broke my heart because I know how much they love being together. But, we did leave and arrived safely last evening.
It's all about the kids.
Our trip started Friday morning at about 2 am as we wearily dragged ourselves from bed and began our pilgrimage to Kalahari. The kids went back to sleep until about 5:30. Then, Evan perpetuated an age-old stereotype of repeating "Are we there yet" about every 5 minutes until our 10:30 arrival.
Upon arrival, the kids all were thrilled to see their cousins and began playing, laughing, and jumping on the beds. We had lunch and went swimming and riding rides. After dinner, Evan could no longer fight his fatigue.
Our daily routines consisted of food, swimming, food, swimming, and more food, and more swimming. We would put the completed exhausted boys to bed at about 10:30, and my boys would be awakened with the sun at about 6:30!
Here are the boys enjoying a round of putt putt with their cousins.
The waterslides at Kalahari were also amazing. My boys were a little more tentative than their cousins Matthew and Adam. Yet, somehow Matthew and Adam convinced Brendan to ride this huge waterslide that the kids called the Toilet Bowl. Essentially, you have a four man raft that is driven down a huge hill and into a toilet bowl looking area where you circle around until you "flush" out the bottom. Brendan was terrified and never set foot on it again. But he did it! And he had bragging power over his brother. This is a picture of Matthew and Brendan on a smaller waterslide called The Cheetah Race.
There was also this huge wave pool. For those of you Ohioans, you remember a similar pool at Geauga Lake. It was fun to watch the boys jumping in the waves. Even Ev got in the spirit. He loved the wave pool. The boys were also bonding with their cousin, Noah, who they remember as only a little baby. Noah was walking, talking, and having fun with his cousins. Here he is tackling Evan and having a great time! Ultimately, the boys all had an amazing time. What I loved was watching the pure joy on all of their faces as they conquered some new aspect of the park or when they were just hanging out with their cousins. They were so happy, and I know that this is what the trip is all about. However, as the time neared for us to leave, all three of my boys had massive tears brimming in their eyes and were not ready to depart their cousins already. This almost broke my heart because I know how much they love being together. But, we did leave and arrived safely last evening.What a great trip!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
The Interruption
*** I now interrupt your good night's sleep with a visit from one of my children***
I have always loved my sleep. That's why when I had babies, one of the most trying aspects was the lack of sleep during the infant stage. Shortly after our move to Broadview Heights, Chris and I went to a bank to open a new account. The teller commented that I looked sleepy. I agreed and said that my son Andrew, who was only two months old, wasn't sleeping through the night yet. She laughed and told me to get used to it because she still got up on occasion with her 11-year old. WHAT? I was aghast. I will NEVER do that I told myself. Ha- That's what I thought.
Now, don't feel too much pity for me. I don't get up every night, but I can rely on being beckoned at least once a week by someone, and each child has a unique style and reason for wanting me to help them.
Andrew's always been the quiet lurker. He will wake up and get rattled by a spooky noise, then he will rouse himself out of bed, silently tiptoe down the stairs, and eerily stand next to me when he says, "psst... mom! I'm scared." Chris and I laugh at this because if he was so scared, why would he walk all the way through our house by himself? The quick fix: I drag myself to his room to retuck him in.
Brendan is the complete foil to this. He has always been the most difficult child in the night. He wakes me up with irrational yelling and crying. Most of this behavior is due in part to the fact that he sleeps so soundly and isn't even fully awake when he is calling for me. He calls "Mmmmooooommm- Something hurts." That is his MO. Something always hurts. He gets leg cramps, belly pains, pins and needles. You name it; it hurts B in the middle of the night. Brendan does not get up as much as Andrew, which is a blessing, because it is difficult to remain patient with such irrationality.
Evan is my most sound sleeper. Yet, he is probably the loudest of the three boys. Evan doesn't cry irrationally or get out of bed, but he just yells, "mom, Mom, MOOMMM!" When I stumble my way to his room, he retorts with something like "Cover me" or "I lost my blankets" or "I need a kiss." While these are easier issues to deal with, I feel slightly chagrined at the idea of having to serve his every whim in the middle of the night.
Therefore, let me offer no hope to those of you who were expecting sound sleep one your infant sleeps through the night. You do get an opportunity to get more sleep than you did, but you will still be deprived. I suppose that this too shall pass someday. Until then, savor the sleep you get.
*** Now continue with your nightly sleep ***
I have always loved my sleep. That's why when I had babies, one of the most trying aspects was the lack of sleep during the infant stage. Shortly after our move to Broadview Heights, Chris and I went to a bank to open a new account. The teller commented that I looked sleepy. I agreed and said that my son Andrew, who was only two months old, wasn't sleeping through the night yet. She laughed and told me to get used to it because she still got up on occasion with her 11-year old. WHAT? I was aghast. I will NEVER do that I told myself. Ha- That's what I thought.
Now, don't feel too much pity for me. I don't get up every night, but I can rely on being beckoned at least once a week by someone, and each child has a unique style and reason for wanting me to help them.
Andrew's always been the quiet lurker. He will wake up and get rattled by a spooky noise, then he will rouse himself out of bed, silently tiptoe down the stairs, and eerily stand next to me when he says, "psst... mom! I'm scared." Chris and I laugh at this because if he was so scared, why would he walk all the way through our house by himself? The quick fix: I drag myself to his room to retuck him in.
Brendan is the complete foil to this. He has always been the most difficult child in the night. He wakes me up with irrational yelling and crying. Most of this behavior is due in part to the fact that he sleeps so soundly and isn't even fully awake when he is calling for me. He calls "Mmmmooooommm- Something hurts." That is his MO. Something always hurts. He gets leg cramps, belly pains, pins and needles. You name it; it hurts B in the middle of the night. Brendan does not get up as much as Andrew, which is a blessing, because it is difficult to remain patient with such irrationality.
Evan is my most sound sleeper. Yet, he is probably the loudest of the three boys. Evan doesn't cry irrationally or get out of bed, but he just yells, "mom, Mom, MOOMMM!" When I stumble my way to his room, he retorts with something like "Cover me" or "I lost my blankets" or "I need a kiss." While these are easier issues to deal with, I feel slightly chagrined at the idea of having to serve his every whim in the middle of the night.
Therefore, let me offer no hope to those of you who were expecting sound sleep one your infant sleeps through the night. You do get an opportunity to get more sleep than you did, but you will still be deprived. I suppose that this too shall pass someday. Until then, savor the sleep you get.
*** Now continue with your nightly sleep ***
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
A sweet memory
I've been thinking about my cousin Trish a lot lately. However, probably not for the reasons one may imagine. I haven't been thinking about what an awesome mom of four adorable kids she is. I haven't been thinking about the fact that her and I are so close in age-- only five days difference! I haven't even been thinking of the fact that we look more like sisters than my own sister (Sorry Tif!)
If you look at the picture, you can easily tell who Trish is by how similar we look.
So why am I thinking of Trish? It was all triggered by a trip I made last night to the Farmer's Market in our local town. I went to a vendor's table, and he had one last pint of sweet peas. I like peas, so I bought them. At home, I was showing Brendan how to break open the shell to eat the peas from inside, and I literally started laughing out loud. Brendan looked at me quizzically, so I told him this story.
When Trish and I were very little, we used to live right next door to each other. It was a heavenly set up for cousins who loved to play. In between our houses was a gigantic garden that we shared between our two families. One day Trish and I were walking from one of our houses to the other and we were distracted by the temptation of the pea row. We sat down and began deftly opening shells and gobbling the peas out of the shell. Trish and I devoured the entire row of delectable peas! I don't remember if we got in trouble; I honestly don't think so. But the story has become legend in the family.
These peas made me think of Trish and how much I miss my cousin. Then, Evan was talking to me just a little later and he was upset about me telling him "No" about something. He came right up to me and put his nose against my nose and restated his case. Again, a Trish memory flooded back because her and I used to make the same move when we were angry with each other. I can picture us in my playroom doing the same thing!
Unfortunately, Trish and I don't live just a garden away from each other any more. We are actually divided by about 4 states and hundreds of miles. We don't get to share giggles in the dirt or spend the night at each other's houses anymore. We don't get to grind noses if we are mad. However, that doesn't diminish how special Trish is to me. She has always felt like a second sister. Not even distance can change that.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Name Change
I'm thinking about changing my name.
Not my formal name - Jennifer Lynn--. That name is fine. I need to change my nickname, Mom. I joked with the boys that maybe Bertha or Glinda or something fun would be better for them to call me than Mom. Let me explain.
I still remember the first time Andrew called me "MaMaMaMaMa" in his rambling infant babble. Tears brimmed in my eyes; I was both proud and touched at how quickly he was growing up. I then encouraged him to repeat those syllables all the time and applauded him each time he correctly did that. What was I thinking?
Truly, I am not sure I could count the plethora of "MOM" verbalizations in a day. I know that the number would be in the 100s.
Mom, please make me breakfast.
Mom, I need clothes for the day.
Mom, Andrew hit me with his shirt.
Mom, Where did I leave my favorite card?
Mom, I am bored.
Mom, Brendan got more snack than me.
Mom, Evan just kicked down my game.
Mom, watch this! Mom, Watch this! MOM, WATCH THIS!
Mom, you know I don't like broccoli.
Mom, Why can't I play the Wii?
Mom, I don't want to clean my room.
Mom, He (insert name) hit me!
It is mind-boggling! Below is an actual conversation that I had with the boys one day during a one minute time frame. Each piece of dialogue was prefaced with "MOM." Then, I would respond "What?"
Brendan- I just read 52 minutes today. I read the whole book of Pokemon.
Evan- These are my privates. (holding himself grinning)
Andrew- Did you know that a squirrel's life span is 10-11 years?
Brendan- Snorlax is the Pokemon that weighs the most.
Evan- I need new underwear. These are dirty.
Andrew- Help me pick up the balls outside.
Inundated with "mom" statements, I decreed that I wanted a name change. No one even flinched. "Mom, you can't do that." Aaarrgghh.
Then, at night as the boys get ready for bed, I hear this:
Mom, you are the best mom ever.
Mom, I just want to cuddle.
Mom, I love you.
Maybe I 'll keep my name after all. . .
Not my formal name - Jennifer Lynn--. That name is fine. I need to change my nickname, Mom. I joked with the boys that maybe Bertha or Glinda or something fun would be better for them to call me than Mom. Let me explain.
I still remember the first time Andrew called me "MaMaMaMaMa" in his rambling infant babble. Tears brimmed in my eyes; I was both proud and touched at how quickly he was growing up. I then encouraged him to repeat those syllables all the time and applauded him each time he correctly did that. What was I thinking?
Truly, I am not sure I could count the plethora of "MOM" verbalizations in a day. I know that the number would be in the 100s.
Mom, please make me breakfast.
Mom, I need clothes for the day.
Mom, Andrew hit me with his shirt.
Mom, Where did I leave my favorite card?
Mom, I am bored.
Mom, Brendan got more snack than me.
Mom, Evan just kicked down my game.
Mom, watch this! Mom, Watch this! MOM, WATCH THIS!
Mom, you know I don't like broccoli.
Mom, Why can't I play the Wii?
Mom, I don't want to clean my room.
Mom, He (insert name) hit me!
It is mind-boggling! Below is an actual conversation that I had with the boys one day during a one minute time frame. Each piece of dialogue was prefaced with "MOM." Then, I would respond "What?"
Brendan- I just read 52 minutes today. I read the whole book of Pokemon.
Evan- These are my privates. (holding himself grinning)
Andrew- Did you know that a squirrel's life span is 10-11 years?
Brendan- Snorlax is the Pokemon that weighs the most.
Evan- I need new underwear. These are dirty.
Andrew- Help me pick up the balls outside.
Inundated with "mom" statements, I decreed that I wanted a name change. No one even flinched. "Mom, you can't do that." Aaarrgghh.
Then, at night as the boys get ready for bed, I hear this:
Mom, you are the best mom ever.
Mom, I just want to cuddle.
Mom, I love you.
Maybe I 'll keep my name after all. . .
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)