That is a trend I could get used to!
Friday, January 2, 2015
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Glow.
Meet Glow. Glow is a ratty, tattered, stinky, Glow Worm that is also Camryn’s lovie. Camryn sucks on one ear, and rubs the other. It keeps her calm. She needs Glow, so we need Glow. And yesterday when we were leaving the grocery store, Camryn was throwing her typical, pre-terrible twos fit as I was trying to buckle her in to her car seat. Somewhere during her fit, Glow was chucked from the car. I realized that when we got home and couldn’t find the darn doll. And then I threw a fit because I had a car full of groceries that needed to be put away and three kids that I had to wrangle back in the car so we could go retrieve Camryn’s lifeline. GAH! We arrived back to the grocery store not more than 15 minutes after we left, and I went straight to the lost and found. Nada. So I very creepily scoured the parking lot beneath the cars at ground zero. Gone. And then, for whatever reason, I called to a cart collector kid on our way out of the parking lot to ask if he had seen Glow. At which point he reached in to the garbage can and pulled out our beloved Glow! My blood pressure returned to normal, and the rage left my body. And as we pulled away from the grocery store, Mason very matter-of-factly without any sort of emotion stated: It sure is a good thing we found that f***ing Glow Worm.
Couldn’t agree more, Mason. And I will carefully choose my adjectives next time I am angry!
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Monday, December 22, 2014
Catch up #9
On the ninth day of catch up, my blog post will read:
Mason says the craziest things.
For Mason’s holiday program at school, the kiddos acted out a poem in which candy canes fall from a tree, and the kids pick them up and eat them. Being the animated little ham that Mason is, he adlibbed by picking up his non-existent candy cane and very loudly exclaimed: Woah!!! That was biiiiiggggg one!
And then when we were driving in the dark the other night, something thunked against the outside of our car near where Mason was sitting. We asked Mason if he saw anything. This was his very serious answer: Yes. A giraffe. It kicked the car.
And let’s not forget that time on Thanksgiving when Mason saw a pair of dishwashing gloves draped over the counter and announced: Hey, someone left their hands in the sink…
This kid absolutely cracks me up. And a big part of me believes that he has no idea he is being funny.
Mason says the craziest things.
For Mason’s holiday program at school, the kiddos acted out a poem in which candy canes fall from a tree, and the kids pick them up and eat them. Being the animated little ham that Mason is, he adlibbed by picking up his non-existent candy cane and very loudly exclaimed: Woah!!! That was biiiiiggggg one!
And then when we were driving in the dark the other night, something thunked against the outside of our car near where Mason was sitting. We asked Mason if he saw anything. This was his very serious answer: Yes. A giraffe. It kicked the car.
And let’s not forget that time on Thanksgiving when Mason saw a pair of dishwashing gloves draped over the counter and announced: Hey, someone left their hands in the sink…
This kid absolutely cracks me up. And a big part of me believes that he has no idea he is being funny.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Catch up #8
On the eighth day of catch up, my blog post will be:
Me buying myself the perfect jewelry.
A story for the ages begins with me. The Saturday before Thanksgiving.
Since becoming a mom, I have wanted a piece of jewelry to represent my children. I knew I wanted rings. And I knew that I didn’t want birthstones. The rest remained gray, and years passed by as my mind thought about the details. Sadly, this August my aunt passed away very unexpectedly. She left behind her inheritance to my mom and her siblings. And my mom shared some of the inheritance with my brother and me as a gift from my aunt. It was a couple days after receiving this that I knew exactly what I was going to do with the money: I was going to buy three rings, each as unique as my kiddos. And this is what I came up with:
I randomly called up my mom one Saturday a few weeks back and asked her if she would like to go shopping with me. I had no intentions to look for rings that night, but as fate would have it, we ended up in the mall. In a jewelry story. Stacking rings. No dice. I wasn’t in love with anything I tried on, and we left. I told my mom that there was no way that I would jump in to making such a big purchase without sleeping on it—even if it felt right. It’s just not me. I think things through without making any rash decisions. And then for giggles, we went in to another jewelry store a few fronts down. I tried on those three rings. And without hesitation, I bought them. No sooner had my sleep-on-it conversation with Mom cleared the air than I was handing over my credit card to the sales clerk. So now I have three rings—each completely different than the next—stacked on my right ring finger. They have taken up permanent residence on my hand, and I will always think of my kiddos, my aunt, and my mom when I look down at my sparkly sentiments. My hope is that I can pass one ring down to each of my children, and someday they will do the same. They can fight over who gets which ring after I’m gone!
Me buying myself the perfect jewelry.
A story for the ages begins with me. The Saturday before Thanksgiving.
Since becoming a mom, I have wanted a piece of jewelry to represent my children. I knew I wanted rings. And I knew that I didn’t want birthstones. The rest remained gray, and years passed by as my mind thought about the details. Sadly, this August my aunt passed away very unexpectedly. She left behind her inheritance to my mom and her siblings. And my mom shared some of the inheritance with my brother and me as a gift from my aunt. It was a couple days after receiving this that I knew exactly what I was going to do with the money: I was going to buy three rings, each as unique as my kiddos. And this is what I came up with:
I randomly called up my mom one Saturday a few weeks back and asked her if she would like to go shopping with me. I had no intentions to look for rings that night, but as fate would have it, we ended up in the mall. In a jewelry story. Stacking rings. No dice. I wasn’t in love with anything I tried on, and we left. I told my mom that there was no way that I would jump in to making such a big purchase without sleeping on it—even if it felt right. It’s just not me. I think things through without making any rash decisions. And then for giggles, we went in to another jewelry store a few fronts down. I tried on those three rings. And without hesitation, I bought them. No sooner had my sleep-on-it conversation with Mom cleared the air than I was handing over my credit card to the sales clerk. So now I have three rings—each completely different than the next—stacked on my right ring finger. They have taken up permanent residence on my hand, and I will always think of my kiddos, my aunt, and my mom when I look down at my sparkly sentiments. My hope is that I can pass one ring down to each of my children, and someday they will do the same. They can fight over who gets which ring after I’m gone!
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Catch up #7
On the seventh day of catch up, my blog post will be:
Our dishwasher crapping out for two weeks.
It's not until stuff like this happens that you really appreciate modern conveniences. Thinking I should have purchased economy packs of Chinette, and saved myself the time of hand-washing everything. And realizing hand-washing is easier said than done, as I am noticing a soapy froth on the top of all our drinks (and morning cereal. Eww.). Lesson learned: Rinse twice, and never let your home warranty company control repairs.
Our dishwasher crapping out for two weeks.
It's not until stuff like this happens that you really appreciate modern conveniences. Thinking I should have purchased economy packs of Chinette, and saved myself the time of hand-washing everything. And realizing hand-washing is easier said than done, as I am noticing a soapy froth on the top of all our drinks (and morning cereal. Eww.). Lesson learned: Rinse twice, and never let your home warranty company control repairs.
Friday, December 19, 2014
Catch up #6
On the sixth day of catch up, my blog post will be:
Jacob’s friends coming over for a party.
Because when you start school, ain’t no way are you going to “settle” for a family-only par-tay! So we invited a dozen kids over to get rowdy and rambunctious in our basement. Our unfinished basement. Where nothing can get broken. And it was a blast! We started out with an ornament-making craft, decorated our goodie bags, and then quickly moved on to games. Lots of relays. Lots of prizes. Lots of fun! Will I do it again? Absolutely! But thankful that, for now, hosting a birthday celebration is just a once-a-year event!
Jacob’s friends coming over for a party.
Because when you start school, ain’t no way are you going to “settle” for a family-only par-tay! So we invited a dozen kids over to get rowdy and rambunctious in our basement. Our unfinished basement. Where nothing can get broken. And it was a blast! We started out with an ornament-making craft, decorated our goodie bags, and then quickly moved on to games. Lots of relays. Lots of prizes. Lots of fun! Will I do it again? Absolutely! But thankful that, for now, hosting a birthday celebration is just a once-a-year event!
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