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Oh! And Happy New Year!!!

  • January 3, 2012 7:54 pm

We’ve had some low key New Year’s Eves, and a handful of high key holidays.  And, between the two, I can’t really decide which is my favorite.  There was a time (in my much younger days) that I wanted New Year’s Eve to be fancy and magical and fantastically elaborate.  That was how the movies portrayed the parties, the dresses, and the dates.  Shockingly since my expectations were through the roof, those holidays were always a little less pep than the pep rally I had prepared for them.  When all the children came along, we had a series of very low key evenings, some with friends, some with new recipes, all with the intent of staying up to ring in the new year.  Sadly, I can remember one or two in those blurry years where my stinging, sleep deprived eyes won out.

Now that the children are turning into actual people, we have adventured back into the party world, which was wonderfully elaborate and made me feel almost grown up, but this year spent the evening at home with the kids, a great dinner, a movie, and a board game.  Both types of celebrating were great in their own way, and I think they were both my favorite.  Since I’m the sappy type, I always take a minute to look at the past year and think through all the adventures, trials, hardships, and blessings that seemed to happen in such a short time.  Perspective is unique in talking with friends or talking with your kids, and both perspectives help shape the hopes for the New Year.

As we finally snuggled down in our beds this morning to the tune of 1:30 a.m. (!!!) I thought of the new year, and the changes that stand before us.  By this time next year I’ll have a middle schooler, an almost-double-digiter, and (hopefully) a young super reader.  I’m guessing we will have added even more animals to the mix, and of course, we will have added memories to the master plan.  I’m looking forward to whatever lies before us, and next year’s celebration will be even sweeter for it–no matter what that celebration looks like!

 

Hey Mom, there’s an armadillo in the house.

  • October 10, 2011 9:00 pm

Yes, those words were spoken in my house this evening.  Don’t you think those particular words deserves some kind of exclamation?  Be it a point or at least some inflection?  Apparently, the family dog and the eldest child in the family did not think so.  In the most matter of fact tone, we were informed that yes, indeed there was an armadillo in the house, and it was the most stressed out creature I have ever seen.

I think it was one of those “only in Texas” moments.  Or, maybe it was a “small town living in the country” moment.  But, if it wasn’t either of those, it was definitely a “Scroggins Crazy Family Moment.”  I guess we breed those left and right around these parts.

I was tucking the boys into bed.  My daughter was procrastinating her own bedtime, and my husband was coming back into the house from taking out the trash.  The armadillo followed.  It followed him right on in the house, and my daughter looked behind my husband, and without missing a beat thre out a “Hey, there’s an armadillo behind you.”

My super sonic Mom hearing heard those words, and I bolted to the kitchen to watch exactly how this was going to go down.  There’s not really a perfect set of directions out there to follow for this particular circumstance.  So, we screeched, shook the heebie-jeebies out, grabbed a broom, and swept him out of the house.  Reading that makes it seem easy, but it was not. easy. at. all.

*Total Body Shake*

I suppose in some small way, it’s our own fault.  We’ve seen this armadillo many, many times before, and in fact, he has been feasting on whatever lives under our grass for about a month.  Since neither my husband nor I are hunters or gatherers, we haven’t had the heart to send it to armadillo heaven.  But, we didn’t invite him in either.  Hospitatlity is a fine line sometimes…a very fine line.

But, next time, let’s hope the family freaks out just a little more.  Or screeches.  This was definitely a screechable moment.

Don’t take it personally…

  • May 25, 2011 12:52 pm

This week, Life threw me one of those curve balls, and I went down swinging.  We’ve all been thrown these kinds of pitches; they come in many forms, from relationships, to parenting, to bank accounts, and to job status.  I suppose without them life wouldn’t be Life.  But, it sure does make it hard.

I’ve been processing the event all week, and in that processing, have been trying to overcome my deep disappointment, and utter devastation. Unfortunately, it’s just not working.  One of my biggest faults is not being able to let things go–I let disappointment fester and dwell in my gut until I’m physically ill.  I replay events over and over in my mind, tweeking and analyzing how things could have gone a different way, which I realize is a sickness, but unfortunately one for which there is not a prescription.  My friends and family have rallied to support me in this strike out, urging me not to “take it personally.”  And, I know they mean well, and are trying to fix my own broken-ness, but this was personal.  Isn’t everything?–your family, your friends, your children, your education, your job, even your hobbies?  However things start, shouldn’t they start out by being personal?  To me, everything, my friends, my family, my job, and my Life are all personal.  Every time I’m hit by one of these curve balls I resolve to be more detached, to watch the pitches at they come, to swing only at fast balls, and to hold for an occasional easy walk. But, I have a feeling those curve balls will get me every single time.

And, every single time it will be personal.

Warm Fuzzies

  • May 18, 2011 12:41 pm

Spring is really busy for the Scroggins Clan-this spring especially with Softball, Tball, and Baseball.  Every night we are either running to a practice or a game and squeezing in homework in the in between minutes.  It really does make for a very crazy couple of months.

But, in some ways, it makes for a super fun couple of months, too–in a warm, fuzzy, Hope Floats kind of way, of course.  Shuffling kids (all kinds of kids-Scroggins kids, non-Scroggins kids) from practice to practice, watching the dads coach, the moms visit, and the siblings run wild, makes me smile, and the whole world seems to slow down for just a few minutes.  This small town sports arena is filled with people we know in our everyday lives, and we cheer on each other’s kids every week.  We watch the strike outs, the dropped balls, and the bad pitches, and at the same time we watch the singles, doubles, triples, fly-balls, and curve balls.  We wait together for that perfect play, that perfect game.  We celebrate those victories, and hash out the defeats.  But, when the crowd cheers, they cheer for the kids–all the kids.

And, those afternoons in the sun with my friends, watching our kids play, learn, and grow right before our eyes–those are quickly becoming some of my favorites.

With a little help from my friends….

  • May 16, 2011 7:27 pm

Whew…

I spent a good hour of the day today texting, emailing, and calling people to help me scatter my children to piano lessons, tball practice, baseball practice, etc while I forced a haircut appointment to happen.  Hair and nails are the two things that, as a mom of young children, are painstakingly hard to schedule because those are two activities that require babysitting during work hours.  And, as a teacher, I have to be with all these other children during work hours, so therefore, I have an even more difficult time scheduling these little life tasks.

But, today, with a little help from my friends, I was able to make it happen, and my Crystal Gayle hair has been trimmed into submission. At one point, I was even arguing with myself about whether or not the driving age should be changed to eight.  Life will be different when these little people can take themselves places, right?

Thank you friends…we’ve heard it takes a village to raise a child, but it might just take a village to be a mom.

School Picture Day

  • April 12, 2011 7:50 am

Everyone has that one school picture from their elementary years…the one where your hair is ratted, your clothes don’t match, and you probably didn’t brush your teeth.  Looking back I just figured those pictures were taken before my full sense of fashion really kicked in.  But, in reality, I think I have to blame my mom.  (Sorry Mom!!)

Today is group picture day on my kids’ campus, and while it registered in my brain that we had to be at school at a certain time for a group picture, it didn’t register in my mind that we WERE ACTUALLY TAKING A GROUP PICTURE!  I’m pretty sure my kids are wearing mismatched clothes (as I let them make their own fashion statements daily), and I had to borrow a brush to calm my daughter’s bedhead hair.  Despite the fashion faux pauxs, I do believe they have clean teeth, and urged them to try to be tall so they could be in the back row.  At that, I had to let it go.  They will look back on this picture and blame their mother, too.  Sometimes, hard as it is to believe, the Mom just drops the ball.

Oh well, I guess it’s all part of the journey.

What is this you ask?

  • January 13, 2011 6:57 am

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Those are my son’s pants he refashioned yesterday during “naptime.”

It will be a miracle if he makes it to 5.

A Lion’s Club Christmas…

  • December 15, 2010 9:06 pm

Tonight, my Lion husband hosted our family at the Lion’s Club Christmas Party–a tradition three years in the running for our household.  I always hold my breath as we trudge into the old building with our three hoodlums, hoping we survive without too much crazy.  I’m not knocking the Event-it’s a great event that my kids honestly now look forward to every year.  It’s just that some social events are more difficult to contain than others.  This one has wooden floors, folding chairs and close quarters.  All three can be elements for disaster in the hands of a nine, seven, and four year old.  But, to our kids’ credit, they are getting easier and I almost see the glimmer at the end of the tunner.  No actual light, but a glimmer.

There are two things I love about this event.  One, I love talking with Decatur Community Members, and hearing them say “to enjoy the kids while they are young.”  It’s easy to roll my eyes at that, and wish for calm, but I take that advice to heart, reminding myself that Moms in the Trenches do need to take the time to embrace the Crazy Love our children give to us so freely every single day.  Looking through someone else’s eyes, I can see my children for the Free Spirits they are, and appreciate that moment.  A quick moment.  Before they need to sit and be still.  Secondly, I love watching our children build friendships.  I love setting up the kids’ table and sitting back while our children talk, laugh and play with eachother–even asking eachother about past years’ dinners.  Tonight they were referenced as “Future Lions,” which made them giggle, but made me wonder.  They will be grown someday?  Is that even possible?  For me, it’s hard to see past the messy, loud, energetic conversation of the kid table.  A picture perfect, messy moment.  I guess someday it will be more refined and orderly.  Surely not.  I don’t know that I will know how to function without digging through my purse for pens, or quietly discussing intensive seating arrangements for best friends.

Ok, so there are three things.  Twice we’ve caught Santa driving through the streets of Decatur on a Firetruck as we were leaving.  The kids piled up on the corner of the Lion’s Club and waited patiently to give Santa a high five or a hug, and to eagerly accept a waiting Candy Cane.  Then, we waved Santa on as he walked from house to house checking on all those kids on the “nice” list.  On the way home, I listened to conversation about friends, dinner, Lions, Santa, and the beautiful lights on the Courthouse…

Does it get any better than that?

the tiniest things that rock my world.

  • November 14, 2010 8:12 pm

I’ve been without a Driver’s License for about a month.  I’m sure I stuck it in a super cute purse that perfectly matched an outfit for one evening out on the town-kid free.  And, I was so excited about being kid-free that I paid no attention to whether the license stayed in said cute purse/matching outfit.  Now it’s in Driver’s License Limbo-Land; I suppose that’s my consequence for putting fashion above practicality.  Lesson Learned-always put the driver’s license in a super secure location-like the husband’s wallet.  I bet the cute purse was only big enough for that perfect lipstick anyway.  I’ve been patiently waiting for it to turn up these past few weeks, just knowing I’d open a bag or a wallet and there it would be-like magic.

So far, no such luck. 

Now, I have to make a dreaded trip to the Department of Public Safety, and stand in line and probably even have my picture made.  Ugh.  UGH!  I tried to renew it online, and crossed my fingers as I entered in this verification number, and that security number, but again, no such luck.

I’m just going to have to pony up, probably with the kids in tow, and make the trip.  I’ve been illegal for long enough.  It was due anyway; I’ve had the wrong address on said lost license for over three years now. 

Don’t tell the authorities.  Hopefully this all works out; I’m legal by the end of the day tomorrow, and not insane by the process to make that happen.

Positive energy welcome.

Electronic Birthday Wishes

  • September 14, 2010 4:35 pm

Today is my birthday.  :)  And, let me tell you, I have felt the love!  Thanks to Facebook, Twitter, Texting, and Email…I was showered with happy birthday wishes throughout the day. 

It’s funny, isn’t it?  All this means of communication?  Just this weekend I taught my husband how to Tweet, and now he’s a Twitter with Peep.  It’s a different world for sure, but I like (really really like) how easy it is to pass on a random act of kindness…and pay it forward.

Now, if there were just some virtual birthday candles, I’d be set.  For now, I’ll go blow out some real ones!