Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Pitter Patter of Little Feet
Oh My Gosh. Some tv show or commercial said something about the pitter patter of little feet in some pat line and my heart dropped to my stomach. I HAVE absolutely basked in the funny cuteness of listening to those kids run across the floor. The uneven rhythm, the dangerous tilt, the indescribable excitement as they are on their way... SOMEWHERE. But I've never put together that with the yearning for the pitter patter of little feet. Look, I don't want any more kids, but wow, I forgot to realize that the pitter patter is going away. Finn right now is on the edge. He still has some patter left. He is SO funny and so destructive when he runs. And that grin. My heart skips a beat as he runs for his life from Daddy. He is so so so cute. Abby leaps around. Jack just flat out runs. Finny Finn Finn is my last pitter patter. I guess he's a good one to go out on.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Reboot
Well, now I finally understand why computers like to be rebooted.
I just do not transition on my own unless kickstarted. By a retreat, not by constant lack of sleep.
Soooo... ENGLAND!!! (insert Shakespere speech here)
Since the kids did not join us, the only difficult thing about the trip was leaving the kids. Jack missed us the most right from the beginning, but Gramma just kept on keeping on and they all moved in and out of missing us throughout the week. We left a couple videos - in particular we read the boys bedtime book via video on our first morning in Salisbury, which I hear was a hit.
I started texting them every night messages that were low on sentiment and high on silly. Abby lost ANOTHER tooth while we were gone.
Homecoming is always the best however and Finn was SOOOOO cute - he grinned from ear to ear and bent over because he was so excited.
We were forewarned by some parents that had JUST made a trip like ours and by the nursery school teachers that the kids would be totally fine while we were gone but that we would be punished dearly by them in neediness and general reaction from the whole thing.
BUT NO consequences. If anything they are easier to keep in routine because Gramma's house has a better meal routine than Mommy's house. I think that Gramma & Gramma's house are such second home/mommy that they were more comfortable than I could have ever prayed for away from us.
Gramma also took Ryley for one night while we were way. Yes, Gramma deserves wings... and medals and sainthood. But apparently all went quite well except for the whole concept of CERTAIN kids staying quiet while certain babies were being put down to bed. I think we need to build a soundproof panic room into the regular playroom at Gramma's house.
But more on the reboot. I think... not going to commit totally to this, but I think that when something is hard, I get it in my head that it is going to take massive effort to change it, and therefore the stress of the change triples. But when I reboot the extenuating stress gets cleared out and I just come home and go "Oh, I don't like how we're doing this - let's change it." End. Print. Roll credits.
SO more on England... soon.
I just do not transition on my own unless kickstarted. By a retreat, not by constant lack of sleep.
Soooo... ENGLAND!!! (insert Shakespere speech here)
Since the kids did not join us, the only difficult thing about the trip was leaving the kids. Jack missed us the most right from the beginning, but Gramma just kept on keeping on and they all moved in and out of missing us throughout the week. We left a couple videos - in particular we read the boys bedtime book via video on our first morning in Salisbury, which I hear was a hit.
I started texting them every night messages that were low on sentiment and high on silly. Abby lost ANOTHER tooth while we were gone.
Homecoming is always the best however and Finn was SOOOOO cute - he grinned from ear to ear and bent over because he was so excited.
We were forewarned by some parents that had JUST made a trip like ours and by the nursery school teachers that the kids would be totally fine while we were gone but that we would be punished dearly by them in neediness and general reaction from the whole thing.
BUT NO consequences. If anything they are easier to keep in routine because Gramma's house has a better meal routine than Mommy's house. I think that Gramma & Gramma's house are such second home/mommy that they were more comfortable than I could have ever prayed for away from us.
Gramma also took Ryley for one night while we were way. Yes, Gramma deserves wings... and medals and sainthood. But apparently all went quite well except for the whole concept of CERTAIN kids staying quiet while certain babies were being put down to bed. I think we need to build a soundproof panic room into the regular playroom at Gramma's house.
But more on the reboot. I think... not going to commit totally to this, but I think that when something is hard, I get it in my head that it is going to take massive effort to change it, and therefore the stress of the change triples. But when I reboot the extenuating stress gets cleared out and I just come home and go "Oh, I don't like how we're doing this - let's change it." End. Print. Roll credits.
SO more on England... soon.
Peace
I am off to England tomorrow. My regular brain is very very excited. My mommy brain is at peace. I've been doing a lot of cuddling with the kids. Long, non-hurried cuddling. A lot of laughing. It's what I want them to hold on to whenever I'm not around. Hopefully just for the trip, not forever. ;) Dear God, please bless us with safety and ease traveling and let them be warm and safe here, surrounded in love and fun and everyday life. Be with my mom and everyone helping out, let the time fly by for them. In your most Holy name. Amen.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Oreos & Bleach
Someday I will be doing some sort of cleaning with bleach and I will unwind with a cup of milk and dunkable Oreos. And I will get a weird sort of deja vu. I wonder if I will remember that the reason it is so familiar is that once upon a time (now and since Abby was 3) I would now and then have Oreos after a long hard day working at the preschool (you know how the teachers do everyday?). So as I bring the soaked oreo to my mouth I get a whiff of bleach from my fingers... ah, sweet memories.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Sentimental ORANGES!!!!
Our School's only mandatory fundraiser - successfully running for 59 years.
It no longer fills me with dread. I have the family and friends to reach the number of citrus eaters than I need.
They give us "cards" which contain contact info of previous customers and one gets me every year. The gentleman is obviously infirmed and possibly elderly. He's been buying oranges for decades (I get their history along with their contact info) and he's adamant about supporting the school every year. He has nurses that care for him and the house and he obviously makes it VERY known to each and every one of them to look out for my call. They all start getting anxious at Christmas about making sure they get the call. It's really sweet and very much appreciated.
AND I've decided I will be just like them out of gratitude for the school's contribution to my kids. Because without them I think I would have taken to chaining the kids to furniture. Okay maybe not. But still. I would be less successful by spades.
It no longer fills me with dread. I have the family and friends to reach the number of citrus eaters than I need.
They give us "cards" which contain contact info of previous customers and one gets me every year. The gentleman is obviously infirmed and possibly elderly. He's been buying oranges for decades (I get their history along with their contact info) and he's adamant about supporting the school every year. He has nurses that care for him and the house and he obviously makes it VERY known to each and every one of them to look out for my call. They all start getting anxious at Christmas about making sure they get the call. It's really sweet and very much appreciated.
AND I've decided I will be just like them out of gratitude for the school's contribution to my kids. Because without them I think I would have taken to chaining the kids to furniture. Okay maybe not. But still. I would be less successful by spades.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Love
This morning I looked indescribably grimy. I probably look grimy most days at home, but this was extra eye crusty sort of grimy thanks to the fact that Finn slept naught a peaceful wink two nights ago and I'm still paying for it. So I was laying on the couch with Finn trying to catch a few more minutes of rest while he played on the iPad and of course giving him smootches on the cheek now and then. I had grabbed a Bumblebee fleece blanket, and at first Finn was thrilled to cuddle... with Bumblebee. After a while he wanted to cuddle with Momma and we spent quite a while with his face pressed against my cheek while he played on the iPad and I smootched him til he was ticklish and giggly. It was just very very sweet and loving and I looked in the mirror a little later and shook my head. Even though I cherish my mom and know how important she is to me, I still forget how important I am to my kids. And I must be pretty cherished to be loved this morning.
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