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A Big Day

[written Saturday, April 23, 2011]

Perhaps I should rename this blog, “Trying to Catch Up With the Days,” or, “A Mother’s Random Ramblings About Where the Time Went.”

Today we got a box in the mail.  In it were the math books that my children will use during the next school year (ordering early because there’s 20% off in April – woohoo!), including a kindergarten math book for my youngest child!  He is SO excited.  He’s also sure that he is going to start kindergarten tomorrow!  I, on the other hand, am wondering how on earth my youngest is old enough to start school!

My oldest child also got a big bike.  She’s been riding on two wheels for forever, but she needed a bike with a bigger frame . . . and the next size up really does look big.  It has shocks and gears and no foot breaks!  She and her dad had one of those coming of age talks, you know, . . . about how to not flip yourself over the handlebars by breaking with only the front breaks, and off she went – multiple speeds and all.

Little man also got a fever today . . . at least someone still needs me!

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Real life story, in real time:

I have a child, not my three year old, but one of the older ones, who lost something today.  I found it earlier.  It is sitting in plain sight in his/her bedroom.  Plain sight, not hidden AT ALL.  This child frequently  looses things, and does not look for them.  Instead he/she turns into a puddle and expects me to find them.  Today though I have decided to let him/her hunt until he/she finds.  This child has been looking on and off (we’ve done school and a chore in between spells of hunting) for, no kidding, almost four hours.  He/she has been in tears twice, and he/she has accused others of moving it (though I’m relatively sure that that was not the case, considering where I found it laying).  Said child has also accused the thing of getting up and moving itself. When he/she comes to me and tells me that the task is impossible, I just remind him/her that he/she is capable, that he/she will find it, and that he/she needs to keep looking.

Let me also say that this thing is not small; it is a spiral bound book made of 8 1/2 x 11 pages with a bright cover.

Would you help him/her find it???

And quick!  I’m going NUTS!

Update: A few hours later, after much more hunting aimless wanding around the house called “looking for it” and a few breaks to do other stuff, the book was found.  There were a few hints from a mother who just happened to be sitting in just the right place folding laundry…but it was found.  I celebrated; the child cried.  How’s that for, “I’m so glad to see you again!”

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Childhood Songs

One of the thing that I just absolutely love about watching my children be children:

hearing them sing songs about anything and everything!  Sometimes they sing about what they are doing or playing.  Sometimes they sing conversations they are having.  Sometimes they make up words to classical music they have heard.  Sometimes they sing to their dolls/stuffed animals/lovies.  And just the other day Dimples was singing, “Twinkle twinkle little star, dum, dum, dum, dum, I don’t know…”

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Note To Self, re: Toys

Self,

You just moved all of the toys from their home in the basement to another location in your home (so that the builders could work on the basement).  Now the children act like they have all new toys!

If you remember correctly, this happened when you moved the toys to the basement too.

And before that when you rearranged the toys.

So…

You need not ever buy another toy for your children.

Nope.

Just move them.

Love,

me

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Thankful

Last night I went grocery shopping by myself.

As I was putting my groceries in the bags (yes, I go to one of those bag your own grocery stores.  It saves us a few bucks, and I like to bag my own groceries.  It’s a sickness similar to my love of all things office supply and my love of furniture with lots of little organizational drawers!)

So anyway, as I was bagging my own groceries, I heard an announcement over the intercom.

“Clean up on isle 12.  Broken glass and liquid clean up on isle 12.”

And I was practically giddy with the thought that I (or my dear children) wasn’t the one responsible.  I hadn’t even been in isle 12!

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I was giggling to myself today about how my youngest likes to wear his undies backwards; he likes to see the characters.  Then I started thinking about how it is that my littlest one has come to wear undies…and no diapers.  How on earth did he get to be so big!

So then I started thinking about how I got to the end of this season of mothering babies and toddlers.

I had no idea that the days would seem so long, sometimes with hours tumbling into never-ending cycles of making messes and cleaning them up.

I had no idea that it would be so messy, that I would spent hours sweeping the floor and cleaning various sticky things off of the bottom half of the windows.

I had no idea that it would be exhausting, that there would be days when all I had to do to fall asleep was stand still for 1.5 seconds…or even think about standing still.

I had no idea that it would be so loud, so loud.  I had no idea that nap time would my favorite part of the day, not because the kids were ridiculously cute while sleeping but simply because no one was talking non-stop into my ear.  No one was asking telling me to watch their every move.  “Look mom, I’m standing on one foot!”  “Look, mom!  I can jump!”  “Look, mom!  I am walking backward.”  “Look, mom!  I am breathing!”

I had no idea that it would be complicated – cloth diapers or disposable…nursing or formula…organic vegetables or the affordable stuff…the cute shoes or the mom’s-taking-the-kids-to-the-zoo shoes…double stroller or make one child walk…and on and on.

I had no idea it would be so emotional – a roller coaster, first filled with pregnancy hormones later succumbing to the excruciating pain of not being able to make all the boo-boos go away with just a kiss and the delight of giggles that fill my entire soul with laughter.

I had no idea that I would look back and be overwhelmed with the feeling that this season had been so short.

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Sweet Success

Yesterday, I felt, was a success.

I ended the day with a sense of great satisfaction despite the fact that I didn’t get dinner on the table (Handsome ended up cooking dinner, because I didn’t plan well), despite the fact that we were late to library time (just a bit, because I had to take that phone call that came just as we needed to leave), and despite the fact that I felt hurried all day.

It’s not often that I call a day a success; much more often my failures loom large, casting shadows over my recollections of the hours that ticked by.

But yesterday, as I recounted our events, I was able to savor the sweet success of finishing school early in the day and visiting the park – twice!

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