What’s up with kids trhese days?
Today I thought I’d try to summarize my top ten “loves” of motherhood and my top ten “challenges”. I decided on this idea without really even knowing whether I can come up with ten of each or not…I’m interested to see what, if anything, comes out. If nothing does, Ill trash this post and none of you will even know I attempted it. That’s one cool thing about blogging. So here it goes… Continue reading Top Ten: Likes and Dislikes
Just a short post today: Kids are still funny.
The other day, I was telling Mackenna one of her favorite things to hear…”We’re having tacos for dinner!”
She became immediately excited and exclaimed, “YES!!!!” then consequently erupted into a loud, 4 year old-sized “pooter”.
I laughed and said, “Woah! Were you so excited about tacos that you pootered?!” to which SHE replied giggling,
“Yes! I think my butt was excited about having tacos too!”
I don’t know that butts typically ARE excited for tacos, but hers apparently is.
Grayson’s birthday is coming up so we were asking him what he wanted for his birthday dinner. First it was chicken “nuggies”, but then he decided he wanted “hangle-burs” (that’s HAMBURGERS for my English-speaking friends).
I said, “OK we can have hangl-burs for your birthday dinner, Gray!” He pondered for a moment, then apparently felt the need to follow-up with some clarification…
“But not poop hangle-burs. We don’t eat poop”.
Not sure if that was a commentary on my cooking, but I made sure to make a mental note of it. I make no promises though.
In honor of pooters, here is a flashback video of the kids’ playing with a Whoopie Cushion. A good fart always gets a laugh, doesn’t it? 
So for this week’s photos, I thought I’d reflect on the wonderful Memorial Day weekend we just spent with family in Michigan and Indiana. Thursday through Monday morning we visited with Ryan’s parents, and then we stopped in Indiana on our way home to spend the holiday with my Dad and Stepmom. It was great!
And of course I found a bench to stick my kids on for a quick picture…
Continue reading Fun Photo Friday!
First of all, living in a two-bedroom condo with this many people feels like camping. Constantly.
That has nothing to do with my post today, but I just wanted to get that off my chest. Anywho, I just want to take a minute to give a shout out to all you moms who are working so hard to be good at what you do. I’ll explain why.
Since I have been thinking more and more about adoption someday, I’ve been picking up on info here and there whenever I can…learning bits and pieces of what it’s really like to take on a child who has come from a less than ideal environment.
I was learning just the other day about the attachment issues many of these kids have. Even babies adopted before their FIRST year of life can grow up to have extreme behavioral issues and problems because of the lack of care during those first few crucial months.
Continue reading Love and Babies
OK so I have some things to work out with myself here today. I’m having one of those days where the busyness of the last few weeks has completely crept in and taken over. I suddenly feel pushed to my margins and had to call out an S.O.S. to my mom to help me or I was going to lose my mind…or someone else was going to lose an arm or other important body part. Someone was going to lose something.
You didn’t think I was going to forget, did you?!
So for this week, I’d like to start with a pic of my adorable husband. You know how they say life is all about the simple things? I have a perfect example of that. A nice pair of Revo sunglasses has made Ryan giggle like a little boy for about three weeks now. I had no idea he even had an affection for sunglasses but since he bought these, I swear he’d sleep in them if he could. He knows he can’t. But I did catch him the other day like THIS:
Now look at what happens when he gets around his friends…
“What up, Moms? I’m GANGSTA”.
Sorry about the kid with a bucket on his head. But look – I made art:
It’s a good thing too because he’s a daredevil, this one.
Yeah. He made a litlte bed for his plastic creatures AND he’s reading them a bedtime story. I don’t know how excited Dad was about this, but MOM thought it was fanTAStic.
So I’m beginning to realize as I write more regularly that my blog is a little skitzophrenic. One minute I’m ranting about nonsense, and the next minute I’m pouring my heart out on some deep and serious issue. Sorry about that.
But…I guess if my blog is to be a true reflection of me then this is probably what’s going to have to happen…not that I’m skitzophrenic (I hope), BUT I laugh hard and cry hard. I guess I can’t get away from doing BOTH on here, so I really hope you all can withstand the roller coaster ride
ANYWAY…here we go.
I love my job with Catalyst. I only work a few hours a week, but it is so cool to be a part of a HUGE church network. Since I’m the one who maintains the website, I get a bird’s eye view of all the awesome events around my area. But… sometimes I get so used to opening emails and posting the events online, I hardly look at them. That’s what happened when I was emailed about a Prayer Vigil for Adoption Agencies and Adoptive Families. I threw it on our website and never thought twice. Then suddenly, a couple of days later, it popped in my head again and I was drawn to look over the details. I made the decision that I wanted to go. Continue reading The Forgotten
My husband and I LOVE sushi…love it. We get it all the time. SO…for Mother’s Day, my sweet hubby decided to surprise me by buying everything we need to make sushi right at home. He bought crab legs, shrimp and yummy veggies, the special bamboo sushi roller…the whole nine yards. I was not allowed in the kitchen until it was all ready. Then he served me – totally 5-Star dining style …on a TV tray in the living room. What a great guy huh?!
And…while the sushi may NOT have been the prettiest, it was DELICIOUS!
It’s just too bad that I put on WAY too much wasabi (as I often do) and almost peed my pants.
But we also all know what happens when mom takes the day off for Mother’s Day right?
The house explodes.
Ok… that’s not quite fair – my house looks like this even when I’m in charge but let’s keep that between us. Man oh man, I remember when my living room used to be a living room. Not so anymore. Now I can’t walk through it without something singing, lighting up, or warbling. Think Double Dare.
You are correct, two of those kids aren’t mine.
And yes, that is a trampoline. I always thought a kid-sized hampster wheel would be the BEST thing ever invented but I’ve never been able to find one. This is totally the next best thing. See, all my friends have BACKYARDS, so they can buy those ginormous broken-legs-waiting-to-happen trampolines…but not my family. My kids get a Denise Austin exercise tramp in the middle of the living room. It’s great. Especially in the winter. They bounce their little hearts out and sleep like babies. Best 30 bucks I ever spent.
But… just when I think all my mess problems are in the living room, I have even more issues in my kitchen. I really want to know how this stuff happens. It’s no wonder my house is never clean. I am being sabotaged…by some THING, some WHERE. I fed the kids lunch and left half an avacado on the counter in case they wanted more…minutes later, I return to the kitchen and see this:
In case you missed it, please take note that the avacado PIT has sprung from the appropriate place (in the avacado) and somehow landed in the baby formula…
“What the…”
Happy Friday everyone!
For those of you who read my temper tantrum, you know the intimidation factor that exists for me with my kids’ pediatrician. He is a “by the book” kind of guy and dishes out ALL the textbook advice that you read for yourself on the internet but don’t really want to do. It’s one thing when you’re skimming over an article at babycenter.com, but when you’re listening to a living, breathing advice-giver (who makes eye contact and has a ‘judge-y smirk’) it’s much harder to admit you think he’s full of it.
I don’t always even think he’s full of it. Sometimes I think his advice is really right on. But sometimes I just want to grab him by the stethiscope and say…”STOP PRESSURING ME!!!! I’m doing the best I can!!!” Even if it IS good advice, it doesn’t mean I can DO IT. Come on, man.
Anyway, he’s always been one to “encourage” parents to teach their kids to fall asleep on their own. I wont’ bore you with all the reasons why, but he’s really against pacifiers at bedtime…or bottles…or being rocked to sleep (not me, the baby). Ever since my first child was born, I have had to come face to face with this question EVERY appointment for EACH and EVERY kid. Continue reading Take THAT Doc!
Just one photo today: I’d like to call this one, “Bacon in the Bathtub”. Because you’re never too young to multi-task.
