An Actual Conversation from My House

I received a Victoria's Secret catalog in the mail

"Why are all these Mommy's only wearing underwear?" Buster Brown asks so innocently.

"Oh my son, I am pretty certain that those are NOT Mommy's!"

Be Still My Heart

Baby Girl is getting her first taste of being away from Mom. If you consider twice a month going to class in the same school where your Mom is teaching P.E. away. It turns out this is starting to get hard for her. I have never had this problem with either of my other kids, no separation anxiety, nothing. So, this is all new to me.

The other day I was coming in from recess duty as Baby Girl was going out with her class. One look at me and she fell apart. It was not an obnoxious cry, it was a genuine cry of her wanting to be with me. I have seen other children do this with their parents and I would silently judge, "come on, just pry them off your leg and get on with it!" I would yell in my head. In the moment it happened to me I realized that it is not that easy, at least for me it wasn't. I put on a brave front and gave her a quick squeeze and kiss then gave her to her teacher. I really did have to fight back tears as I did this. I knew this was what was best for her, but it still hurt. There is something about knowing that you are the only comfort this little being you love so much wants, and for their own good you can't give it to them.

So I did what any Mom would do, I pretended it didn't bother me than quickly ran to the nearest window to spy on her and make sure she was O.K. When I got to the window I saw Baby girl and Buster Brown in conversation on the playground. It brought me so much happiness to know that even thought Baby Girl is not his favorite person, when push came to shove he loved her and didn't want to see her upset.

That is when it happened, he leaned over and gave her a hug then invited her to play with his friends on the playground. I don't know many other parenting moments that have brought me so much joy. That is a memory that I hope I will always have with me to bring out when I am having a ruff day.

I'm Just Not Feelin' it

Let me preface this post by saying I am very grateful for my children and think life would be painfully boring if they were not around.

However, there are some days when I am just not feeling it. What I would give just to have one day where I could pull the covers over my head and stay in bed. I would love to have one day where I would pick up the house and everything would stay where I had put it. One day where I just wouldn't make lunch because I wasn't hungry and didn't feel like making lunch.

I imagine having a day like this, one day off. Then, the next day, when I saw my children again I would be refreshed and recovered and healed. I would be a better mother to them because I had one day off. Today I am longing for one of those days.

An Actual Coversation From My Car

Lady Jane asks, "Mom, what is a sexual organ?"
To which Buster brown replies, "a saxophone."
There is silence, which says to me that this answer has satisfied her and so I leave it at that.

These Kids, no respect

Now I know I haven't mentioned this but I took the position of P.E. teacher this year at my children's school. My husband calls this stalking, I call it being "involved". Anyway, our gym is a cafeterium. Meaning we do everything there, eat breakfast, lunch, have gym, assemblies, etc.

So, yesterday I was putting up tables and getting ready for class when I saw another sweatshirt on the floor. I feel like there are always like five sweatshirts on the floor in the gym. In my head I am cursing the child who has left their sweatshirt on the floor like this is their house and I am there mother picking up after them. I get enough of this at home I don't need to bring this to my place of employment.

I make my way over to the sweatshirt and flip up the tag hoping the name is in there somewhere so I can return the sweatshirt and enlighten the owner to pick up their clothes. I look down only to see my own name staring back at me. So, it was my child's sweatshirt and I was their mother picking it up. They are going to hear about this. I know they love having me around at school more!

Riddle me this Batman

I am sitting on my computer, minding my own business when a bottomless two-year-old marches up to me and says, "I didn't poop in my pants it was an accident." toddlersayswhat?!

I decide I should inspect the nearest bathroom. I flinch and heave as though I have just wandered onto a murder scene. There were poopy undies on the floor, but the dog had taken care of it and now neither the dog or the poop was anywhere to be found.

Parenting lesson 2345: I tuck away in my memory bank that when baby girl ends anything with, 'it was an accident' that means to ignore whatever she has said previously and quickly get the dog outside.

by the way, my camera may have broke for the final time yesterday so my posts will be depressingly sans photos.....at least until christmas I hope

Look at what a great mom I am!

The other day when I had just laid baby girl down for her nap. I hurried to the shower to take advantage of my free moment. While I had been unable to take a shower the day before I found this shower to be particularly relaxing and I was relishing every moment of the hot water.

That is when Buster Brown peeked his head in as he usually does. "Mom, is it OK if I make a sword?" He asked in his sweetest little boy voice. "Of course, sweet heart." I replied still feeling the effects of the soothing shower. I knew that we had just read a story yesterday about Franklin the turtle making a sword from cardboard and my boy found that particularly amazing.

I continued to let the hot water wash over me and was particularly pleased with my parenting skills at the moment. I was able to have some free time and my little man was entertaining himself not with the TV but with a craft.

When I got out of the shower I was a little shocked when Buster revealed his craft. Apparently he had gone to the best place to get craft materials in our house, the recycle bin. His sword was made of empty beer cans and a wrapping paper roll. My dreams of becoming Mom of the year quickly faded. While I let him play with it for a while we did make him disassemble it on trash day.