Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Thanksgiving

I love Thanksgiving, mostly because for me, it's a low-key, low-work holiday. Christmas lasts for at least a month. Even Halloween lasts for weeks with all of the carnivals, costume parties, etc. Thanksgiving is just one day. There is no pre-Thanksgiving party. You get up in the morning. You cook. You eat. It doesn't seem that special.

But yet it is. For me, it reminds me of my grandfather. I'm not sure why. It is the only holiday that we typically spent at my grandparents, so that might have been part of it, but there is more.

I think part of it is that he really appreciated a good meal. He enjoyed Thanksgiving, and was always incredibly grateful.

It's too bad Thomas never got to meet him, but since he passed away in January 2009, and Thomas was born in February, I'd like to think their souls passed somehow. Here he is, enjoying his first great-grandchild, Anne Marie.


From great grandparents

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

HALLOWEEN! and no camera

It is so sad to be cameraless on Halloween. I am going to re-create Halloween tonight with my brother's camera, but for now I will just tell you I had the cutest little Rapunzel and dinosaur ever. You don't have to take my word for it- Anne Marie won second place at the Boo at the Zoo costume contest, and Thomas won fourth. Anne Marie was adamant that we not miss that contest. She said, "I REALLY want to walk on stage!" Ah, that girl.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Working Mommy Wednesday






 



Share a blog or website that you’ve found meaningful and rewarding to visit (if it's Pinterest please share why this has become such a raging fad).

I don't know if it's meaningful, but there is one blog that makes me laugh every single time I visit.


http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/


This thing is really funny, and probably the most normal-sounding mom stories on the Internet.

As for Pinterest, I really like looking at the pins of my friends. Then I pin things, but never go back to look at them. Maybe someday I will use it more/better.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Crying

What was the last thing your child cried about? Write a blog post about the problem in the voice of your child.






I don't know if it's the age in her life, or if she is just a teenager in a 4-year old's body, but my dear Anne Marie cries ALL THE TIME. Sometimes, it's totally legitimate:

From Emily Juggles

Other times, like this morning, it's not so much.Thomas was feeling particularly grumpy, and so he shouted, "SISTER, YOU ARE NOT IN THE CAR!"
I would like to write it from her perspective, as the prompt requests, but I have absolutely no insight into the 4-year old psyche. She knows her brother is sometimes a 2-year old ball of stark raving mad. Why does she care if he says she's not in the car? I will never know.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Working Mommy Wednesday

How do you carve out personal time for yourself?

The short answer is, I don't sleep. My kids usually aren't asleep until 10- by then, I want to do more, but what I end up doing is watching TV and checking e-mail, then sitting in a coma until about midnight or so, then collapsing until work. It's pretty lame, really.

Any ideas?





Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Working Mommy Wednesday- Holidays

The last quarter of the year is full of amazing holidays.  What is your favorite?  Halloween, Thanksgiving, Talk Like a Pirate Day or Christmas?

We love them all!  Anne Marie and I are so alike in that respect. Every time she hears an event advertised on the radio, the first thing out of her mouth is "Can we go?" She (and I) doesn't want to miss a thing. I'm a little crazy about it. It kind of freaks me out that I might not be able to take the kids to both our downtown trick-or-treat and the zoo trick or treat. And, although I complain about the fact that Anne Marie's t-ball and soccer land on the same night, I also get a small, min-rush from having to rush to make both.


For photos, however, Halloween beats out Christmas and Thanksgiving, hands-down. Thanksgiving always means pictures of people eating, and Christmas is often in pajamas with wild hair sitting near a tree. Here's some funny ones from last year:





From Halloween 2010



A duck and a butterfly. Here's Anne Marie, showing off her wings.

From Halloween 2010

Friday, September 30, 2011

Game Face

From T-Ball


This girl has her game face on. Also, when did she get to be six feet taller than other kids her age?

Friday, September 16, 2011

Fun at the Fair

It is killing me not having a camera! Luckily, my brother takes a million photos. Here is fun at the fair.

From Fair photos from Alex

From Fair photos from Alex

From Fair photos from Alex

This ride was crazy! Thomas was too short to ride by himself, so he was supposed to go with a "responsible rider." I didn't want to spend another $4 for one ride so I could go too, so I asked the guy if Anne Marie was responsible enough. He took one look at the 4-year old, and said, "Sure." He must have known her ability to boss her brother.

My mom can't handle the ferris wheel. Anne Marie had to help her too.

From Fair photos from Alex

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Advice to New Mothers

Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop this week asked for Advice to New Mothers. The timing couldn't be more perfect.

I just got back from a family wedding where I spent an inordinate amount of time wondering if my kids were well-behaved enough. You see, there are some family members who really like quiet, and kids, even good ones, aren't quiet all the time.

I worried so much that I was on my kids ALL THE TIME. Then, later, I felt guilty. Why couldn't I let my kids just be kids? They weren't running around like wild children, misbehaving in restaurants, or disturbing others. They were just playing in ways kids play.

Mothers are constantly bombarded by know-it-all-advice from others. I've heard that kids don't behave like they used to because their parents don't teach them well. I've heard how kids are fat because all parents feed them is junk. I've heard that kids should be banned from restaurants because other people don't want to see them when they are out to eat. It's as if all children will run around destroying public places if they even set foot in them.

Then there are the other mothers — you have to wear your baby, your baby needs time out of the sling, your baby is too hot, your baby is too cold, it's horrible to circumsize your kid, it's horrible not to. Formula kills, allowing them to breastfeed until 2 makes them weird.

My advice is this — don't listen to the "advice." There are enough things to worry about, and what other people think about the decisions you make for your kids shouldn't even be on the radar. Make informed decisions, but in the end, what actually matters is that you love your children, teach them to stand up for themselves and help them learn to care for and respect other people. As for the rest of it, put on your blinders and ignore the "advice."

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Cooking

Cooking used to relax me. I actually love chopping vegetables- the repetitive motion, the feeling of real food in your hands. It makes me feel good about what I am going to eat, and gives me time to think.

I say it used to relax me, because, honestly, there is very little relaxing about starting dinner at 5:30 p.m. when your husband is working until 10 and you've just picked two children up from a full day of running around at daycare.

It's a catch-22. I could delay dinner awhile, read a few books, and spend some much-needed time before I start cooking. But there is a big risk. The kids are hungry. In my bid to keep them happy, I could end up postponing dinner too long and have doubly angry children on my hands. Usually, this just means we eat pizza.

The alternative is desperately trying to throw something in a pan or in the oven while my kids fight in the living room in between trips to the kitchen to ask me for something to eat. It's survival, man.

Of course, there are good days. Yesterday, I had tuna mixture put together for tuna burgers that morning. All I had to do was stick the burgers in the oven. As I was mixing Thomas's plate, I told Anne Marie I hadn't tasted them yet. She came running into the kitchen, shouting, "Mama, you have got to try this! This is awesome!"

Tonight, I have taco soup bubbling away in the slow cooker. It will be delicious when we come home from t-ball practice and tonight will be peaceful. And, maybe late tonight I will chop some vegetables, for old time's sake.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

And so it begins...

I guess Anne Marie is growing up, and with that comes the activities. Tonight, I pick her up from school, change her into a leotard and skirt in the car, head to dance. After dance, change into shorts and a t-shirt, hand her a glove and head to t-ball. LONG DAY! I'm sure Anne Marie will love it, though. Like me, she's the type that doesn't want to miss a thing.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Sister or mother?

This morning, Thomas had a major meltdown — he did not want me to take off his brand-new robot pajamas. As he screamed and tried to take off the clothes I had put him in, his sister took him by the hand.

"Thomas," she said in a very serious voice. "You are only 2. You don't know the things I know. You cannot wear pajamas to school. It is a rule."

That didn't really make him feel better. 


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Bieber Fever

BabyThere is some serious Beiber fever in our house- or rather, "Beaver fever" as Anne Marie lovingly calls him. The girl loves the guy. She even sometimes pretends she is Selena Gomez.

At first, she thought Justin Beaver was actually a beaver. Once she got over the disappointment that he was a boy, she decided to remain a die-hard fan.

But even Anne Marie knows that the boy needs a bigger vocabulary.


Actual lyrics: "I was like 'baby, baby, baby, oh"

Anne Marie's lyrics: "I replied, 'baby, baby, baby, oh"


So I guess, to answer Mama Kat's weekly prompt, if I were having a conversation with my daughter about a song, I would congratulate her on keeping Bieber lyrics from dumbing down America. I would tell her to keep trying big words and learning what they mean.


I'm sure she would oblige. Earlier this week, Anne Marie's preschool teacher commented that she was surprised I hadn't picked her up at 4. Anne Marie said, "Well, those were summer hours. During the regular year, my mama typically comes just after 5."

You've got to love a 4-year old testing out the word "typically."



Thursday, August 4, 2011

Tours and 2-year Olds

I've read a lot lately about people asking that children be banned from restaurants, etc. I won't go far into how I feel about that, and how I don't really find it a compliment when people tell me, "Your kids were so well-behaved! I didn't think they would be when you guys came in here." You should never let your kids run wild in a restaurant, and some people do. That's unfortunate, but it doesn't mean you should look at children with disdain just for walking into a place. You don't have to love children, but for goodness sake, you should at least be able to treat them as human. Everyone was a child once. If everyone got the opportunity to ban people they didn't like from a place, I would ban all people who are snobby, bitchy and demanding. Story for another time, however.

That being said, tours, even kid-friendly ones, can be a bit different with toddlers. Especially cave tours, where there is no escape.

The Minnetonka Cave Tour is very kid-friendly. In fact, most of the tours I saw had Thomas-aged kids. Our's didn't, but I would venture to say that my 2 and 4 year old behaved better than the 10-12 year olds who were with us.

That being said, it was still a bit different. First, our tour was gifted a song. Thomas sang, over and over, "Searching through the tunnels one by one," from Thomas and Friends Misty Island Rescue. It was sung loudly and with passion. He navigated the more than 400 stairs well, although he alternated telling me that he wanted to do it all by himself, and that he needed his mommy to hold him.


From MInnetonka and Bear Lake from ALex



Then there were the puddles. Thomas found out there were puddles on the cave floor, and he went to town, stomping with all his might. His timing was perfect. Just as the tour guide turned off the lights to show us how complete cave darkness feels, he danced with excitement, covering me with mud and lighting up the cave brillantly with his light-up shoes.


From MInnetonka and Bear Lake from ALex

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Bucket List Update

I recently thought about how I only have roughly a month to finish my bucket list. Here's an update:


1. Run through some sprinklers
- Done and awesome
2. Try at least one of the myriad self-serve frozen yogurts in town.- done several times and will do again
3. Go to Lava Hot Springs.done
4. Go to Indian Springs. I'm thinking this week.
5. Go to Craters of the Moon. This one was fun. Anne Marie transcribed a full-page ode to Craters of the Moon, which we put in the comment box.
6. Go to Grand Teton Park
7. Go to a minor-league baseball game.
8. Fly a kite.
9. Have a picnic Done lots of times, most recently chili with friends.
10. Camp in the backyard.- We camped in someone else's backyard. Does that count?
11. Camp somewhere else.
12. Keep my garden alive.- This might not happen
13. Hike at least once a week. - I'm coming close
14. Go to lots of outdoor concerts.- Done, and love it
15. Backyard bonfire. Done and awesome
16. See the fireworks. How would I miss that one?

17. Go to the zoo lots and lots.- We've not been as often as I have wanted
18. Potty-train a kid. - Ugggh!
19. Paint a room - Uggh!
20. tie dye some shirts. - Probably not going to happen
21. Run somewhere.
22. Ride my bike to work - Whoo hoo!
23. Grill and grill.
24. Go on a date with Matt.
25. Get to Missoula for a trip.- We're going in September
26. Take Anne Marie on a boat ride- she says she isn't scared this year. She went on three!

27. Go to some movies.
28. Play mini golf.
29. Play disc golf.
30. Make a frosty dessert.
31. Make smores.
32. Drink a pina colada or a margarita.
33. Read a book.
34. Lose15 pounds.
35. Relax.
36. Help out my mom.
37. Freeze chocolate covered bananas.
38. Geocache
39. Go to Farmer's Market.
40. Go star gazing.
41. Eat watermelon.
42. Eat corn. - How have I not done this yet?

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Fights

There are just some interactions I have to put down for posterity. This one happened in the car last night:

Anne Marie: Thomas, you are talking like a grown up. You are growing so fast! Wow! You go, Thomas (in the same vein as, "You go, girl")!

Thomas: (thinking this is a fight) NO! YOU GO, SISTER! GET OUT OF HERE! I THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW!

Anne Marie: Thomas, I was being good. That was nice.

Thomas: Oh, that's nice, sister. Never fight. Sorry, sister. Very very love you.

Anne Marie: I'm sorry too. Let's never fight again.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Mini-Me

This morning was rough. For the past three days, Thomas has wanted to wear his Thomas the Tank Engine pajamas all day, and I need him to wear real clothes to school so he doesn't mess up his beloved shirt. So we fight, I get clothes on him and eventually it all works out.

Well, today he decided he wanted to wear his Thomas the Tank sandals. Normally, that would be just fine, but he can't wear open-toed shoes at daycare, where they are outside running and playing all day and could trip. He wouldn't choose another shoe, so I started to put on his brown sandals with a closed toe. He was screaming and making quite the scene.

Enter Anne Marie. She sees her brother, and bursts into tears.

"Can't you see he wants his spiderman shoes?" she sobs. "Why won't you let him wear them?" She comforts her brother, holding him and saying, "Don't worry- I'll get mama to put on your spiderman shoes. It will be OK. It's OK."

Eventually, Thomas agreed to wear Spiderman shoes and Elmo socks (as a side note, how can two kids without access to any tv but netflix get so character-conscious?). I relayed the story to my mom who said, "See how hard it is to raise a mother?"

She was implying that I, like Anne Marie, spent a lot of my childhood "mothering" others. I'm a little bit bossy, a little bit controlling, and a whole lot worried about whether others around me are treated appropriately and behaving themselves. Like mother, like daughter.


It might sound a bit cocky, but I love that Anne Marie is a lot like me, even in the ways that drive me crazy, like when I feel like I have a mini mother around- always checking to make sure I have my seatbelt buckled and telling me to make sure I don't hit anything when I am driving.

I love that she is in her own world a lot of the time. It drives me crazy when it takes forever for us to go anywhere, but I understand her elaborate games of pretend that make up much of her life. I remember trying to hike ahead of my family when I was little just so I could better create my fantasy of walking through the woods as a pioneer like Laura Ingalls. I lowered dolls out of our house window playing "escape from the orphanage." I look in her eyes when she is playing by herself, and I know these are the things that are going through her head.


From Drop Box


This, for example, is a crown, fairy wings and a wand. I love that it works for her, and that she doesn't need something more realistic to play.

Of course, she's different from me in a lot of ways too. I have a really hard time being patient about her fears, and I am still struggling to accept that she might like a different type of sport than I did growing up.

But, with all the similarities and differences, I just love that little girl.

This post brought to you by:

Mama’s Losin’ It


The prompt was: We often spend time and energy talking about people in our lives we don’t see enough of. Describe a person in your life you are in contact with often. What does he/she mean to you?

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

SUMMER HOURS

My ode to summer hours:

Now that it finally feels like summer here, I can really enjoy summer hours. Instead of the traditional 8-5, in the summer I get to work 7:30 a.m. to 4 p.m. The difference is unbelievably awesome. Getting off at 5 feels like evening. Getting off at 4 is in the afternoon.

Last night, we were home by 4:15. Dinner was on the table by 5:15, we'd gone to the store for a t-shirt for Anne Marie's tie dying at daycare by 6:15, and by 6:45, we were setting up a backyard campfire for s'mores and playing in the shade.

Tonight, I'm picking up the kids and driving them 30 minutes to a swimming pool, where we will have dinner and still have time for a couple of hours in the pool before heading home.

With summer hours, we have time for hiking after work, playing after work and having remarkably less stress in the evenings. I love it!



Friday, June 24, 2011

PHOTO BOMB

Ha! Thomas is really good at these. Note the snotty nose- perfect for photo bombing his sister's dancing photos.


From Anne Marie Dance Recital

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Summer Bucket List

Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop asked for a list of 50 things I want to do this summer. 50?! We will see:

1. Run through some sprinklers
2. Try at least one of the myriad self-serve frozen yogurts in town.
3. Go to Lava Hot Springs.
4. Go to Indian Springs.
5. Go to Craters of the Moon.
6. Go to Grand Teton Park
7. Go to a minor-league baseball game.
8. Fly a kite.
9. Have a picnic
10. Camp in the backyard.
11. Camp somewhere else.
12. Keep my garden alive.
13. Hike at least once a week.
14. Go to lots of outdoor concerts.
15. Backyard bonfire.
16. See the fireworks.
17. Go to the zoo lots and lots.
18. Potty-train a kid.
19. Paint a room
20. tie dye some shirts.
21. Run somewhere.
22. Ride my bike to work
23. Grill and grill.
24. Go on a date with Matt.
25. Get to Missoula for a trip.
26. Take Anne Marie on a boat ride- she says she isn't scared this year.
27. Go to some movies.
28. Play mini golf.
29. Play disc golf.
30. Make a frosty dessert.
31. Make smores.
32. Drink a pina colada or a margarita.
33. Read a book.
34. Lose15 pounds.
35. Relax.
36. Help out my mom.
37. Freeze chocolate covered bananas.
38. Geocache
39. Go to Farmer's Market.
40. Go star gazing.
41. Eat watermelon.
42. Eat corn.


Dang! That's all I had, but I believe I'm going to do it all. :)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Healthy, Happy Kids



For the second time in a row, I'm veering from the prompts for Working Mommy Wednesday, but I'd love to hear the opinions of other working moms on this thought I had today, so I'm still linking up. Hope no one minds! :)

I was out this morning on a short walk to clear my head at work. As I walked through campus, I saw my daughter's day care class running across the lawn, screaming. They got to a tree, giggling, and stopped and waited for the teacher. As she got close, she said, "OK! Go for it!" They all ran in the sprinklers, playing and having a wonderful time. My son's day care class was out on the playground this morning, but last week I saw them on the lawn too. They had about 20 balls of various sizes, and the kids were carrying them up a hill, then throwing them down, laughing.

In slight contrast, there was a woman outside with her two children sitting right outside my building. When the two kids saw the other kids running by, they asked if they could run down the hill. The mom said, "No, I'm on the phone."

There was nothing wrong with either scene. The mom wasn't wrong not to let her kids go play when she couldn't watch them that far away — and it could be that they were on their way to something awesome later. But it reminded me of something that really bothered me a few years ago.

I had happened upon the Dr. Laura radio show. The woman has a sometimes abrasive demeanor, but a lot of times her advice to people is good. It seems as though people either love or hate the woman, and I don't really think I'm in either category.

But what I heard that day was disturbing. She described a daycare, with children weeping as their mothers left and not being comforted. She talked about how the children are only let outside to walk on leashes. The obvious mental image was of hundreds of children, probably dirty, definitely ignored, who didn't get to see the sun during the day. That image was so vivid that it stayed in my mind, despite the fact that I had dropped a happy kid off with a caring child care provider earlier.

Some day cares aren't good. When I was looking for child care the first time, I toured some places where I wouldn't want to drop off my kids. But honestly, is the answer really that children are always better off at home, no matter what? I've heard the argument.

I have wonderful stay-at-home mom friends who are always doing something fun and interesting with their children. Their kids are happy, well-adjusted and learning new things every day. I also know some stay-at-home moms who rely heavily on television and in actuality spend very little time focused on spending time with their kids.

In the world Dr. Laura described that day, those two children who were sitting, waiting for their mother to get off the phone were infinitely better off than the 10 happy kids racing through the sprinkler, because it was their mom with them, not someone who was getting paid. I don't buy it.  Those two kids seemed like healthy, happy kids, but so did the poor victims of child care.

I think there are lots of wonderful ways to raise a child, not just one. For our family, it's three days a week playing with lots of other children and four days a week at home, playing with Matt and me. For others, it could be spending all day each day with a mom or dad, learning new things and exploring the world. For others, it might be spending the day snuggling with grandma.

I guess the point I'm trying to make is that when we make those blanket statements, such as the ones Dr. Laura made that day, perhaps we're not looking at the whole picture. And, worse, we're not being supportive of each other as mothers. After all, aren't we all mothers? Stay-at-home moms, working moms, working-from-home moms, moms of one, moms of five — all just moms.

The idea that something can't be different, and always has to be demonized is like a disease running through our culture. We can no longer disagree with someone's political opinions but still see them as good people — we have to consider them stupid or evil.  Out in the Internet, we scrutinize whether someone has their child outdoors too little or too much. We discuss car seat brands as if someone with a less-expensive brand somehow cares about their children less. We can't just accept that some people wear their babies and others use a stroller, or some breastfeed and some bottle feed. It can't be different — it has to be wrong. We use these things to define us and separate us, and I think it's silly.

I could call myself a working, often Democrat, pro-life, anti-death penalty, disposable diaper buying, sometimes baby-wearing, minivan-driving, non-organic-vegetable-buying mom who didn't have her son circumsized, breastfed her kids until they were almost 2 and is horrible at budgeting.

I would rather just call myself a mom with healthy, happy kids.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Who is cold?

Over-bundled up children have always been a mystery to me.

I put coats on my children, just like anyone else. If it's really cold, I have no problem adding a hat and mittens. But it seems the people around me think I'm trying to freeze them.

I hear it all the time. When Anne Marie was about 7 or 8 months old, a woman scolded me for taking her into the refrigerated vegetable section at Costco in shorts and a tank top. When Thomas was about that age, someone told me that his feet were blue, and that either the baby wrap he was in was cutting off the circulation, or his feet were too cold. He wasn't wearing shoes, but it wasn't that cold. His feet were blue because the socks he had worn earlier dyed them.

Yesterday, I picked Thomas up from daycare, and he was wearing someone else's coat, because I had neglected to bring him one. I didn't send him with a coat, because it's JUNE (a cool June, but still). It was about 65 degrees outside. Did he really need a coat? Of course, yesterday I brought a coat, and I saw him out playing in his sleeveless shirt. It was 65 degrees yesterday, too.

Maybe my kids will grow up and move to Florida because they've been cold all their lives, but for now, I think they're fine.

Brought to you by: Mama’s Losin’ It


The writing prompt this week was: We’re too old to be getting in trouble…aren’t we? Write about a time you were scolded…as an adult.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Six Word Memoir

No kids at home. Sleeping tonight!

Brought to you by: 

Mama’s Losin’ It

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Tale of Sleep (Or Lack of Sleep)

9:00 p.m. It's been about 15 minutes and the kids are still up. Anne Marie is crying because Thomas won't be quiet.  Thomas is banging his Elmo doll on the wall. I take it away. He gets up and starts running around. I tell him that if he doesn't get back to bed, I will take away his pacifier. He throws it in the air behind him and shouts, "You'll never find it now!" I take it off the floor and leave.

9:15 p.m. Thomas realizes the error he made. He believes he has actually thrown the pacifier into some other dimension. When I tell him he can have his pacifier if he gets back in bed and lays down, he cries, saying, "never, ever, ever find Nuk anywhere. Nuk not at home anymore." He lays back down and I magically make the Nuk appear. He goes to sleep.

10:45 p.m.: I went to bed. I never go to bed that early. I was super-pumped, thinking about all the sleep I am going to get.

11:15 p.m. Anne Marie is crying in her room. I ask why- she says because she "wants me." We talk about different ways she can go to sleep on her own, then back to bed.

11:55 p.m. Anne Marie is dancing around in the hallway, eyes still closed and crying. I wake her up enough to ask her if she needs to use the bathroom. She does, then back to bed.

12:56 a.m. Thomas is screaming. I go into his room and he calms down. Back to bed.

1:07 a.m. Thomas realizes I'm gone. He screams, "MAMA! MAMA! WAIT!" I leave him for a bit, but he's revving up rather than calming down, and I don't want to wake his sister (they share a room). So, I'm in there again. He calms down, and back to bed.

1:29 a.m. "MAMA! MAMA! WAIT!"

1:35 a.m. "MAMA! MAMA! WAIT!" This time, Matt goes in. He screams, "NO! I NEED MAMA," then is back to sleep.

1:59 a.m. "MAMA! MAMA! WAIT!" I go in.

2:04 a.m. Thomas crashes. I go to bed.

2:05 a.m. Matt's alarm goes off. He has to meet a shuttle to the airport at 3:35 a.m. He hits the snooze.

2:23 a.m. I hear the alarm again. Matt gets up.

3:32 a.m. Matt comes in to say goodbye. I see the time on the clock, and groggily wonder if he will make the shuttle. I fall back asleep.

6:04 a.m. My alarm goes off. I cry.

I know this isn't the Working Mommy Wednesday prompt this week, but I just couldn't bear to write a sweet letter, or to think of any productive goals. Basically, I'd just love to know that someone else has sat at work in a coma before.



Tuesday, May 31, 2011

A Tiny Dancer

Actually, she isn't all that tiny anymore. Anne Marie has shot up, and has gone from being a little one to being tall for her age. But I digress...


From Anne Marie Dance Recital



Recently, Anne Marie had her first dance recital. I was totally surprised by two things. First, and I don't think I'm saying this just because I'm her mom, her class did SO MUCH better than the other classes, all from the same studio. I watched all 10 or so girls get up on stage with not even an ounce of stage fright. After her first piece, Anne Marie was beyond excited, jumping around and saying, "When can I go back on stage?" That part didn't surprise me. The girl was made to have an audience. :)

I knew I would be proud of her, but I was also really surprised by how proud I was. You couldn't wipe that smile off of my face if you tried. I'm not the dance-mom type, but I was happy to watch her.

From Anne Marie Dance Recital


She wore that medal for two days.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Baby Monkey

The writing prompt at Mama Kat's this week is 10 things about one of your favorite people. Here goes:




1. Your recent obsession with being called "baby monkey" just melts my heart. I love it when I'm in the kitchen cooking, and you run up just to say, "Hi mommy monkey," or "Whatcha cookin', mommy monkey?" So freaking cute.

2. Even though you have been known to show a temper, you are beyond sweet with babies and kitties.

3. Excited is not nearly a strong enough word for how you act when I suggest something you like. I hope I never lose that image of you screaming, "OK!" and running in circles. "Get a drink? OK!" "Go outside? OK!"

4. You have a heightened sense of right and wrong (sometimes it's only perceived wrongs, but you'll figure that out). This causes some tempery issues right now, but it will serve you well later.

5. You say "Hi" to everyone.

6. You aren't afraid to try new words, even if it takes you awhile to get them out.

7. You are always on the move.




8. You are always a bit disheveled. I think it makes you more real, and shows how fun you are.




9. You don't care how steep the hill is. You climb it.


10. You are totally willing to be along for the ride for most of your sister's wild games of pretend.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Camping

We had summer here for about a week. It's gone again, but I have dreams that it will come back. And when it does, I want to head out the door with a tent and some hot dogs. I need to go camping this summer.
Last summer, we had no camping trips. It's hard with Matt's and my schedules for us to have a day off at the same time. This year, we still don't have the same days off, but at least we have consecutive days off, so we're going to make another trip.

Another reason we skipped out is that camping with a 1 1/2 year old is HARD. I will never forget Anne Marie's first camping trip. It was Glacier National Park. Don't get me wrong — we had a good time. We always do. But there were some tough parts.

First, we got there in the afternoon, after having attended a wedding the day before. For a few minutes, Anne Marie "helped" put up the tent.


From Glacier trip


Then, she lost interest and wanted attention, but it really takes two people to set up a camp quickly. So soon she was wandering around, crying. By the time the tent was up, she was pretty well a mess.

So we decided to take a family portrait. She wasn't pumped.


From Glacier trip


Hoping to make the evening a bit better, we did the desperate move, and bought her this overpriced hat in the visitor's center. It helped a bit.

From Glacier trip


At Glacier, the Going to the Sun Highway is like Old Faithful is in Yellowstone. Everyone goes. This is as far as we got:


From Glacier trip


Then, Anne Marie started screaming. The rapid ascent was hurting her little ears. So, we turned around and went to the side of Glacier no one ever sees. It wasn't the beautiful gigantic mountains Glacier is known for, but it was nice and quiet.

The trip wasn't peaceful, but it was still fun. On that other side of Glacier, in the middle of absolute nowhere along a dirt road, we found a bakery with the most delicious scones and cookies. It was almost like a movie. We drove and drove, and, out of nowhere, this wooden building appeared with hippies playing guitars and ukeleles outside. Weird, but so was the whole trip.

We opted not to give Thomas the exhausting, emotional experience of being an 18-month old camper. This year, however, he is ready to go. Camping with a 4 and 2-year old is much more awesome, right?

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Good friends

Over the years, I've been lucky enough to have a lot of good friends, most of whom care about me a lot more than they think I do. For today's Mama Kat Writer's Workshop, however, I'm going to talk about my wonderful friends, Greg and Denise, who just moved back to Pocatello after a few years away.

You know the type of friend that you can not be around, or even talk to for a long time, but when you do, you can pick up where you left off. They are those friends. I'll never forget our first time visiting them in New Mexico. We hadn't seen them in at least a year, but as soon as we arrived, we felt totally comfortable. It was one of the most comfortable feelings I've ever had with friends, to be honest. They've loved us, and they've loved our kids. Anne Marie has adored Denise since the beginning.


From albuquerque and snow


They are Thomas's Godparents, and I can't think of a better example he can have of God's love.


From Thomas baptism


Last year, their family grew by two, and I can already feel that our kids are going to be wonderful friends.


From Albuquerque


You just couldn't ask for anything more.

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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Late Start

I like to say that I don't live by the watch.

The truth is, I'm just always late. I was due to be born Feb. 2, and I wasn't born until March 11, and that was WITH prodding. I still haven't caught up. For some reason, I have a phobia of being early to things. I always worry that I'll be the first one there. Why would that matter? Who knows.

I make every effort to be on time for things that matter — I don't blow off friends, and I've always made job interviews on time. But on anything that's even a bit flexible, I'm hopeless.

Thankfully, for the children's sake, my husband is as obsessed with being on time as I am with being late. I don't think we've ever been late to church on his watch. I don't think we've ever been on time when he wasn't coming. I think we're on time for a movie if the previews aren't over. Matt thinks we're on time if we're 10 minutes early.

Being late has caused my poor children trouble. When Anne Marie was little, I used to sometimes take her to Book Babies, our story time for ages 0-2. I'm easily distracted, so it takes me forever to leave the house. Book Babies started right on time, every time, and the whole event is only 20 minutes. So if you're 10 minutes late, it's half over.

I worry that this dreamy little girl has my problem.


From Easter 2011


Last week, it took me 32 minutes to pick her up from daycare. She had too much "to do" before we could leave. I know exactly how long it was because on Wednesdays, we go straight from daycare to dance class. I pick her up at 5:10 or so, and we have to be at dance class across town at 5:30.

Needless to say, we were late.



Monday, May 9, 2011

Just Another Manic Monday

We started summer hours today at work. For two months, I've been waiting for this day, when I leave at 4 instead of 5,  pick up my kids and still have time for a short hike or some gardening.

It's snowing.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Reading Real Books


I have always loved to read. I'll grab anything that doesn't have weird names, which pretty much excludes fantasy novels.

For a long time, however, I never picked up a book that wasn't a cookbook. I didn't have any time. I blamed it on my kids, but really, it is my method of reading that killed me. I can't pick up a book and read it for 15 minutes. When I pick up a book, I finish it. If I can put it down after 15 minutes, chances are good that I won't pick it up again.
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Recently in my house, we've entered a time of peace, where the kids seem to be able to play together and don't need me all the time. So I've started reading again.

Another thing that has got me reading is this little wonder:
I got a Kindle for my birthday, and I am in love with it. I didn't think I cared about how I read and that I liked real pages, but it turns out real pages aren't actually that important to me. Also, all the classics are free, so I read Little Women and Pride and Predjudice as soon as I got the thing.

 I was reading a book last week, and I actually thought to myself, "I wish this was on my Kindle. Then I wouldn't have to worry about this book." How lame is that? The Kindle has made me so lazy that I don't even want to pick up your average-sized mass market paperback. Uggh.


 

Monday, May 2, 2011

Peeps: One of the best parts of an Easter celebration

We cherish Peeps in our house.

Anne Marie savors them: 


From Easter 2011



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Thomas stuffs:


From Easter 2011



From Easter 2011