What Do You Do With Your Mom’s Chap stick?
July 20, 2011
Posts Tagged ‘mothering’
I’m Hungry
July 19, 2011
So, I was prepared for the invasion of locusts disguised as my children when they become teenagers. I know that my cupboards will be bare and I’ll spend hundreds of dollars in food each week only to see it devoured in days. I was not however prepared for this to happen when they are 2 and 4. The most common refrain I hear in my house these days is ‘I’m hungry’. I hear it every afternoon without fail when I pick the boys up from day care. I give them a snack when we get home, and then they have dinner, and often another snack after dinner.
Last night was a perfect example. We got home, the boys ate applesauce. I gave them a bath and then made dinner. While making dinner they ate cheese sticks and two helpings of yogurt. They ate sandwiches for dinner (I didn’t have the energy to convince them that homemade pesto really is yummy) followed up by a popsicle and more cheese sticks. They ate constantly from about 5:30-7:30. And since I hadn’t really planned that much snacking into the weekly shopping list, it sort of depleted their breakfast options for the next few days.
Please tell me this is just a growth spurt and eventually we’ll get back to normal. I’m not sure my wallet can handle this level of eating for the next 16 years. I’m certainly not filling them up with junk food, and we always have plenty of leftovers for them to have seconds or even thirds of dinner and sometimes they do. Apparently the locusts are making an early stop at my house…
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My Graduate…
June 14, 2011
You did it 
Even though it took begging, pleading, lots of snuggles, endless practices and discussions about the big day, you did it (well, some of it). You participated in your preschool graduation to the very best of your ability (which consisted of signing the pledge of allegiance in tears, playing a drum nearly in tears and taking your diploma before retreating back to my lap). Despite your fear that the people you don’t know in the crowd won’t like you, you did the very best that you could and I’m proud of you for that.
Your preschool must be one of the most fabulous preschools on earth. The amount of effort and preparation the entire staff and students put into the event truly shows how much they care and love your class. From the large framed picture of what you want to be when you grow up (a paleontologist of course) to the gift bag, to the book with personal messages from each of your teachers to the CD with pictures of your class throughout the 4 years you’ve been there – all amazingly wonderful.
You are also amazingly wonderful – and I’m not the only one who thinks that. The evidence is in the book, where every message from your teacher refers to you as a sweet, kind, smart child who is happy to play with everyone.
Your current love/obsession is dinosaurs. I’ve learned more about dinosaurs from you and trying to keep up with you than I ever thought I would want or need to know.
You are currently this wonderful mix of an adorably sweet little boy who thinks about dinosaurs about 90% of his day and a kid who is still little in a few ways. You still like help getting dressed even though we all know that you can do it on your own and have been able to for years now. Every few months you still wake up in the night and crawl into bed beside me, and I don’t make you leave because I cherish those cuddles – I know they will become more and more scarce in the coming years (although you can’t seem to believe that yet).
You know all of your letters and numbers and enjoy doing addition and subtraction on your hands. You like to write, but some of your letters still give you a little trouble, and adding the extra tails to your small a’s and to the tops of your small n’s is still super cute, though I expect/hope that kindergarten will help you get those figured out.
I am so excited to see your next milestones – to see you play organized sports, to make new friends, to start at a new school in the fall and I have to keep reminding myself that despite your smarts and excitement, you are still the youngest child in your class and some of the things might be more of a challenge for you. Don’t worry though, your father and I will be there to help, support and cheer you on the whole way. It is bittersweet to see my squishy little baby shed his baby-ness and grow up.
Congratulations little man – we love you so very much!
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I’m going to hold you to that.
May 13, 2011
Xander informed me yesterday that when he grows up he is taking all of his ‘guys’ (stuffed animals) with him, and that he’s going to put them all on his bed or in his room. So, he can’t be surprised or upset when I arrive at his college dorm room with a big box of stuffed animals, right? I’m sure I’ll be happy to get them out of the house by then.
He also tells me that he plans to marry Katie (a girl in his school – they’ve had this planned for almost a year now). And that he is going to ‘grow’ three children and name them Parker, Shell and Foot. I’m not sure if Katie got a say in what to name her children, so hopefully there is some room for negotiation there 
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“I Do It Self!!!”
May 10, 2011
“I do it self!” is a phrase that we hear in our house many times a day now. Parker, right on schedule, has decided to exert some independence on his life. Sometimes, it’s fine. When he woke up yesterday morning and wanted to walk down the stairs by himself, I watched from the bottom, complimenting him and telling him how big he’s gotten. His smile when he reached the bottom was worth the extra three minutes it took to wait for him. On the other hand, sometimes those exclamations are not really useful, like when he wants to take off his clothes. Thankfully, I got to stay downstairs working on dinner while Parker exclaimed no less than 12 times last night that he would put his diaper on himself. Luckily for Zach, Parker could not hear me chuckling in the kitchen or I’m sure he really would have hammed it up
