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October 11 2011
Kids have this sixth sense. They know the second someone opens a cupboard door. With the slightest rip of wrapper or crinkle in paper, an inner alarm rings. A child can hear chewing from a mile away. It’s as if the littlest set have a radar chip installed in their brain.
I’ll give that it’s a good sense to have. If there is candy or chocolate around, I’d want to know, too. Except when it’s my candy my children are zoning in on.
I may, possibly, hide a few candy bars. Way in the back of a cabinet where no one else can reach yet. I may, possibly, wait until my children are otherwise occupied to take advantage of these rare treats. Slowly and carefully opening it’s protective label with the quietest touch, all the while my ears perked for incoming footsteps. Maybe. Possibly.
My candy. Mine. I might have issues.
I may have possibly been hiding in the kitchen, enjoying an afternoon candy bar that I know I really didn’t need but wanted anyway, when I heard Abby, who had been occupied with watching Gnomeo and Juliet in the back room. She was racing up front to where I stood. With a piehole full of caramel and peanuts, I had no time to act. Instead, as she veered the corner, I threw the remainder back in the cabinet and simply halted chewing on the big bite that was already in my mouth. I filled her drink without saying a word to give me away and waited until she left again. Taking every precaution necessary, I thought I was in the clear. When her head peeks around the corner.
“I want candy, too!”
How in the world do they know?
October 03 2011
I love fall. I do. It’s my favorite season. The colors of the falling leaves. Pumpkins and gourds. Halloween and costumes and candy. A cup of a steaming drink in your hand in the morning. There are rainy, gloomy days, but it mostly comes without the threat of doom and destruction like spring. It’s not too hot, not too cold, but usually a nice road down the middle.
The problem is, however, I have no idea how to dress my kids for the day.
My boys don’t care what they wear as long as they have something on, so I still pick out their daily ensemble. With the weather being like it is, I find myself at a bit of a loss. I put them in shorts one day last week because the day before was in the 80′s. That day, however, barely made it to 65. So I dressed them in long sleeves and pants the next day, when they came home sweating off the bus from upper-70 temperatures.
As my mom would say, this is how people catch colds. And my mom would be right, since Jedi is fighting one heck of a cough right now. Luckily, no other symptoms are present, he still feels fine. Thus I sent both boys to school today.
In long sleeves and jeans. With a light jacket.
Though I feel I should have bundled them in winter coats, since it was in the 30′s while standing at the bus stop this morning. Except it’s supposed to be 75 by the time they return home.
A 40 degree difference all in one day.
I may love fall, but I have no idea how to dress for it. And we’re all going to catch pneumonia by the time it’s over.
September 27 2011
We’ve all had those moments as parents when a certain situation strikes you upside the head with the enormity of what you’ve gotten yourself into. The damn, I’m such a mom moments. I used to be smacked with these flashes a lot when my kids were even littler and everything was new. Some were beginning milestones that were easy to explain. Like our first ride home from the hospital or staying up all night for the first time with a sick child. But then there are the smaller bits. The ones that are just enough to make you briefly pause and soak in what you’ve become.
But only briefly, because moms can’t pause for long.
I don’t get so swept away as often anymore. Mostly because I get it. I’m a mom. I have 3 kids who remind me of that constantly. If not by their actions, then definitely by the calling for my attention on an endless loop.
Every so often, however.
We had come in the door from running an errand when I heard my cell phone ring. It was in my bag. A bag that was packed. With 48 Toy Story 3 Memory game cards scattered on the bottom that Abby insisted on taking along, just-in-case diapers, stickers, suckers, crayons, souvenirs from our trip to the zoo a long time ago, and something sticky. I had to dig through it all just to get to the one item that was mine, the phone. When it struck me and I paused. I’ve already done the diaper bag, which I haven’t carried in ages. But now I have “the mom bag”.
It’s terribly harsh, but it’s true. I am such a mom.
September 26 2011
When the cat’s away, the mouse will miss it. And then the cat will return to the mouse’s delight, only to have the cat scream and cry because she doesn’t want to be here.
Or something to that effect.
My children left with their dad for the weekend. Though it seemed like an eternity at the start. Not only was it the first time I had ever been away from them as a trio, but for days at that. While a full weekend to myself sounds like a great idea in theory, I am here to inform it had its kinks in practice. To say I missed them would be an understatement.
When I was presented with the fact that my children would not be around to pull and tug for my attention, I thought of everything I could possibly manage to get done. I could soak in a bath, eat ice cream for dinner, or take a nap. My main goal, however, was to write til my fingers bled. Such lofty aspirations. None of which came to fruition, because I was too busy missing my children.
And then they returned. My boys seemed sufficiently pleased to see me, but then there was my daughter. The daughter who normally doesn’t want to be out of my sight. The curly hair and bright laugh that I’ve looked forward to since Friday as they walked out the door. Who now wanted nothing to do with me.
It took almost two hours to get her to stop crying for her dad. She was angry with me, and has stayed that way since.
Welcome home.
September 21 2011
This was the first year that I have ever grown anything from the ground up (aside from my kids). Since I’ve become awkwardly attached to these flowers, I wanted to document their existence before the cold weather strikes.
