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Christmas 2011 – Busy but awesome

January 10, 2012 | No Comments »

The Christmas frenzy sort of snuck up on me this year.  Before I knew it I was staying up until midnight almost every night wrapping presents, starching or mailing 90+ Christmas cards or baking upwards of 26 dozen cookies.  The work never seemed to end, and in my neurotically, type-A, must-have-a-schedule-for-everything way, I actually emailed my family a detailed agenda of who would be where and when for Christmas this year.

I worked my butt of and despite an unexpected snow day school cancellation I managed to get Zach half a day home on his own for his birthday.  We met up with his family for lunch at Chili’s and then Nana and Grandpa took the boys for the night.  Zach and I saw Girl With The Dragon Tattoo that evening (Great book and movie and on a funny side note, when I told Xander the title of the movie we were seeing his only question was ‘what color is the tattoo?’)

It turns out having the boys out of the house on the 23rd was awesome.  We got home early enough to clean and do Christmas preparation (stuff stockings, build toys, set out presents, etc.)  So on the 24th, we had very little to do before heading out to get the boys and get our Christmas on.  We spent the 24th with my family and had a great time – with plenty of time built in the play with the boys and their new toys.  We finally arrived home at 10pm on the 24th, but didn’t have to do all the Christmas prep (yay!)

The boys slept until 7:30 on Christmas day (win!) and celebrated the occasion with all of the excitement and joy that we all love to see from small children.  We opened our stockings and had some breakfast drinks (coffee/tea for adults, milk for kids) before Nana and Grandpa arrived.  Then we got down to some serious unwrapping.  That lasted us nearly two hours, and the house was filled with toys and discarded wrapping paper.  Some quick clean up and lunch, and then the cousins and aunt/uncle arrived.

Our 4th Christmas in two days commenced and the wrapping paper flew again.  We picked up and played and drank tea and ate and visited well into the evening.  That night we all collapsed, exhausted but thoroughly satisfied with the day.

The 26th we relaxed a bit before heading out to a princess birthday party.  I realized that I am the mother of two boys, and my idea of an ideal princess party these days is to invite the brother of the birthday girl over to my house to play with dinosaurs or toy guns.  But, the birthday girl had a wonderful time, and that was the important part.

I don’t think we got out of our pajamas on the 27th, but we did clean the house a bit in preparation of the 28th.  On Wednesday the family came back up to the house for Parker’s birthday breakfast.  Our house is big, but it turns out we really need a table that can fit 14 people+ people.  Thankfully, we all like each other, and getting cozy wasn’t a problem.

More relaxation, and then we spent a night with Nana and Grandpa so that on the 30th the girls (Mother-in-law, sister-in-law and two nieces) could make a trip to the Yankee Candle Factory.  We left about 10am, and spent the day browsing candles at both Yankee and Kringle factories.  The girls (12 and 13 now) talked us into going to the Deerfield mall ‘on the way back’.  Oh man were my feet sore by the time we left (I was so happy to find $5 fake Uggs at the Christmas Tree Shop!) but we had lots of fun without the boys for the day.  It was late when we arrived home, so we stayed another night with Nana and Grandpa.

New Year’s was a quiet event this year.  We spent a few hours at a friend’s house, visiting, and trying to keep the boys from destroying his place.  About 9pm we went home, and after tucking the boys into bed, rang in the New Year watching Friday Night Lights and playing The Old Republic (depending on your perspective).

Amazingly, the boys got along pretty well the whole week.  Zach and I had fun playing with them, and managed to get in some good quality time with each boy.  And when vacation was done, I was actually sad to return to work and not be home playing with the boys anymore.  So that was Christmas.  It was busy, and exhausting and kind of expensive, and fun, and silly, and happy and overall wonderful.

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Where to begin?

January 4, 2012 | No Comments »

I can’t even remember the last time I posted something here. There are plenty of reasons – the same as many stale blogs, lack of inspiration, time and eventually guilt from being silent for so long. I’d like to get back into the swing of regular posts and the start of a new year seems like as good a time as any to make that attempt.

So, to recap, it was a busy year. Xander started kindergarten. Parker moved into the purple room at day care. We attempted potty training for about three months (the dryer was broken for two of those months. The word hellish comes to mind when I think back on it) but eventually decided to take a break when we reached a stalemate – he was fine with peeing in his pants as long as we changed him after. I was not fine with that arrangement. Parker turned three last week (the fact that my baby is now three could be an entirely separate post). Xander is learning to read which is super exciting for us. I’ve been at my current job for over a year now. I continue to love the day to day work and the interaction with college students but regularly the higher level politics provides new challenges and headaches that I long to ignore.

Parker has gotten into the habit of being my cheerleader. If I kill a bug for him or do well in a game we are playing he’ll tell me ‘good job mom!’ he also calls us mom and dad more than mommy and daddy lately. It sounds cute with his little voice but is slightly disconcerting.

We had a wonderful Christmas filled with friends and family and lots of time to play with the boys. On our last day of vacation we were lounging in our pajamas and watching Toy Story 3. In the beginning of the movie there are several flashbacks to the boy, Andy playing with his toys. Shortly into the montage, Xander pipes up and says ‘hey, he has all of the toy story toys’ after Zach and I stopped giggling we reminded him that we were actually watching toy story the movie… Kids… ;-)

So, we’re good. Looking forward to all that 2012 has in store, and hopefully finding time to blog again.

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My High and Low Kid

October 5, 2011 | 1 Comment »

My first kid was pretty even tempered.  Sure he had his moments, but he is pretty much the same relatively happy kid all the time.  Parker on the other hand, is my high and low kid.  He certainly makes things interesting!

High: Spontaneous ‘I love you Mama’

Low: Pulling out the 6th and last pair of clean underwear and pants for the day during potty training (and yes, the dryer has been broken for over a month…)

High: Excited exclamation from the back seat as Zach is driving past a speed reader “39! Mama, that’s 39!” (yep, the number on the reader was 39 – no clue how that happened…)

Low: Ear piercing screeching in public places while spread flat on his stomach (i.e. Olive Garden, Boston Museum of Science, etc…)

High: Happily playing with his brother for nearly an hour!

Low: REFUSING to let anyone except Mama comfort him (which is simultaneously sweet, but sad because this ‘phase’ has been lasting for over a year now…)

High: Getting closer to potty trained!

Low: Still going through 1-2 pair of underwear and pants every day (the shoes are slightly more problematic)

High: The mimicking is just so adorable ‘Have good dreams Parker’; ‘Have good dreams Mama’

Low: He figured out how to properly use the word nuts. ‘You drive me nuts Mama’ or (loud Parker sigh) ‘Them dinosaurs drive me nuts Xander’ (yep, it’s really tough to keep a straight face when he says this stuff)

High: Regardless of the day I’ve had, or the day he’s had, when I walk in the door at day care I am always greeted with a running hug and the biggest smile ever.  Hand’s down one of the best parts of my day (who doesn’t love it when someone is happy to see you?)

He’s my high/low kid.  The highs totally make the lows worth it and I wouldn’t want him to be any other way.

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Conflicting Feelings

September 13, 2011 | 1 Comment »

I like to sleep.  I sleep pretty well when I don’t have small children climbing into my bed in the middle of the night.  I also like to eat foods that my kids don’t yet find appetizing.  I like to go out to dinner and a movie with my husband.  I like to close the door to the bathroom and keep it closed the whole time I’m in there.  I like it when my house stays picked up for more than an evening.  Sometimes I miss the days of sleeping in and eating what I wanted and the freedom to do things on my own schedule.  Sometimes I look forward to the days when my children will be self sufficient.  When they will be old enough to stay home alone, or to the days after they have moved out of our house and I find free time again.

The other day I told Xander when he was older he wouldn’t want to hang out with me, he’d choose to hang out with his friends instead.  Xander giggled, smiled and told me he’d always want to spend time with me because he loves me (duh Mom).

And then, things like this happen.  And last night when Xander crawled into my bed at 11:30pm saying he’d had a bad dream, I didn’t send him back to his bed.  I wrapped my arms around him and held him for the rest of the night.

When I drag my exhausted body out of bed at 5am so I’ll have enough time to make lunches and breakfasts and find clothes for everyone it feels like these days will never end, but I remember that soon enough I’ll be trying to drag my boys out of bed and frowning at the piles of smelly laundry on their floors.  I will think back to all of those nights where I held a sleeping child in my arms and miss the days that I sacrificed sleep or privacy or sanity for my babies.

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He Never Looked Back

August 30, 2011 | 2 Comments »

He never looked back

Today was Xander’s first day of kindergarten.  We were prepared.  We’d been to the open house, we’d toured and visited the school and had endless conversations with Xander about what to expect.  We had plans for before and after school.  Supplies were purchased, clothes were ironed, backpacks were packed, forms were completed.  Last night near midnight though, I couldn’t stop the tears.  My baby was going to get on a bus, go to a school where I do not know every child and every adult.  He was going to spend his day with these people who barely knew him, and couldn’t possibly be prepared for his shyness.  And I was sure his shyness would prevent him from making friends, or from letting his teacher see how smart he truly is.

But, as I should have learned by now, my kids continue to surprise me.  Adding to my regular dose of motherhood guilt, I could not drop off or pick up Xander on his first day.  Hurricane/Tropical Storm Irene threw off all of our plans, so PSU student move-in day landed on the same day as kindergarten started.

So, we jumped right into the regular routine.  Zach took the boys to the bus stop, and waited with Xander.  Parker was seriously unimpressed that Xander not only got to ride the school bus and he did not, but also that Xander was not walking into ‘school’ with him anymore.  After bouncing around with his backpack, lunch box and friend, the bus arrived and they both walked right on – never looking back.

It was worse than pulling teeth, but after much begging, I finally got some details out of the close-lipped kid tonight.  Riding the bus is his favorite part.  Pretty much everything else pales in comparison to that.  But, if he had to pick something he enjoyed most at school, that would be recess.  And, if he had to pick something in his classroom that he liked the most, that would be the science station.  He really wanted to play with the dinosaurs, but at free play only two kids are allowed at each station, and there were already two kids at the dinosaur station.

There were no tears and no complaints.  He met all of his friends (his whole class) though he doesn’t yet remember anyone’s name.  He has three other students who sit at his table (where his assigned seat is) but one girl is in the half day program, so she leaves early.  One boy at his table got in trouble today for yelling at another kid (but not him) and had to sit at his table for two minutes.  Rest time is nice, and Xander thinks I should ask my boss for a rest time at work.  I’m sure that will go over well.

So, Xander is clearly more ready for kindergarten than I am.  He went through the first day like it was nothing.  I’m not sure I’m ready for day two, but he can’t wait to go back (and ride the bus again of course).  Obviously not every day can be wonderful, but I am so incredibly relieve that the first day was.

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