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Daddy Daycare-superfun for everyone.

  • August 4, 2010 8:31 pm

These weeks before the kids start school leave the teachers running around like maniacs-believe it or not.  As a result, I’m on a daily quest for A Plan.  I’m pretty sure it’s against the rules to leave them unattended for large periods of time.  Anyway, today’s solution involved my husband “working from home” which means he went into work SUPER early, and packed up as much as he could handle for a day of work at home with the boys. 

And let me tell you, the boys were PUMPED about their day with Daddy.

After a quick sausage biscuit picnic, they met some friends on the square for a real-live tour of the Courthouse, which honestly I didn’t know was available for field tripping.  I should have looked into it though, being the field trip maniac that I am, because my kids (as nerdy as they are) ALWAYS ask to go see “what it’s like.”  They’ve literally been asking for years to take a tour of the Wise County Courthouse, and my response has always been that tours weren’t available.  Who knew?  These are also the same kids that beg to go to the library, so keep that in perspective.

So, after the fun tour, they really just hung around the house.  They played a little catch, played a little Wii, had some snacks, resumed the Wii, played with the dog, and before they knew it, I was home.  And, they were in the BEST mood; they rambled on and on about the wonderful day they had with Daddy.  I literally got a minute by minute rundown of every thought, move, and step of the day. 

I guess these random at-home-days-with-Dad are pretty rare, and that in and of itself makes them pretty special, add in a few cool things like a TOUR OF THE COURTHOUSE, and you’ve got yourself a Disneyland kind of day.  Daddies are lucky to have that Magical quality.  Everything they do seems to have a touch of fairy dust attached to it.  Mommies don’t seem to have that same special power-at least not this Mommy.

You know me though, I’m going to bed with the warm fuzzies I got watching their faces light up talking about their day.  Daddy Daycare-good plan!

Free Spirits

  • May 10, 2010 9:15 pm

Three kids is a lot of kids to get moving in one direction, at least for this mom.  Sometimes we are all scrubbed clean, with matching clothing and accessories, but realistically, those times are pretty rare.  And, when it happens, I take lots of pictures.  Most of the time, it’s all we can do to get out the door with one shoe on each foot, and to be honest, there have been times we’ve left with two right shoes or no shoes at all.  It happens.  I know, it’s shocking.

The school drop off and pick up has to be the most disheveled for us.  We scramble out of the house, grabbing backpacks, lunches, library books, and water bottles.  We arrive at school, and try to assemble all these pieces and parts on our person before getting to the front of the line and spilling out of the car.  Keep in mind that on top of this balancing act of straps and clips, there are crocs and flip flops also spilling out of the car as my t shirt and jeans kids trek their way into the grand entrance of school.

Time for a big sigh of relief that we got it all done in the time it had to get done.  Score.

Then, upon school pick up, it’s the same routine.  I see my kids scrambling and tripping their way to the car, jabbering on and on with random information, breathless from their daily adventure.

Just last week, I watched this daily event unfold yet again, and shook my head as I waited for them to trundle into the car.  One of the teachers on duty very candidly said, “here come the Scroggins kids-such free spirits.”  And, that really stuck with me.  It stuck with me because these things that drive me crazy about my offspring-the disheveled messiness, the constant excitement, the independent thinking-these are all things that make them Free Spirits.

And, I love that.

I really, really love that.  We might be a mess, but hopefully it will all work out in the end.  I think I once heard someone say that if it’s not working out, then it’s not the end, and I’m sure all we need is love to make it happen.

And while we’re at it, Let’s give Peace a chance.  :)

We had CUPCAKES for breakfast!

  • March 29, 2010 9:20 pm

 

Yes, we really did have cupcakes for breakfast, but it’s not what you think.  I’m not the worst mom ever-at least in the knowing-what-to-make-for-breakfast category anyway.  Usually we have a well-balanced meal of cereal or eggs; sometimes we branch out into oatmeal, but only if we’re feeling feisty.

Today was different though.  Today we had a BIRTHDAY in the family, and in this house, when it’s your birthday ANYTHING GOES.  Well, almost anything anyway.  Want a pajama day?  GO FOR IT!   Want Diet Coke ALL DAY LONG?  No problem!  We let the birthday boy or girl pick the movie, the activity, the dinner, the songs–anything.  It is their special day.  Their one day out of the year that is completely and totally all about them-their very own claim to fame.  

And yes, it’s an easy claim to fame-everyone has a birthday, let’s face it.  But, there’s just something special about that one date on the calendar-that one date that you know is yours.  But fear not, I’m not completely insane. While I do love a great party, we’ve never had a petting zoo or a private circus come to the house to entertain us on these special days.  We’re easy to please, because it’s amazing how something just a little out of the ordinary can make a day seem extraordinary.  

Besides, every now and then, rainbow sprinkles are perfect on top a tasty cupcake-especially first thing in the morning.

Irish Eyes are Smilin’

  • March 17, 2010 12:38 pm

I wrote this about a year and a half ago when my grandmother passed away.  Today she’s all over my mind, and I thought I’d share a little bit o’ my heritage through the memory of her.

She was Irish-born in Ireland Irish. She came to America on a boat when she was just 13. She couldn’t swim. She settled in northern Ohio with her brother and sister in an Irish Catholic Community. She attended Catholic Schools. Once, she skipped school and took the train to New York City for the day.  The nuns were none too happy upon her return. She joined The Service as a young woman because she felt called to serve This Country in a time of war. She prayed everyday. She married and became a mother. Two boys and a girl. One of those boys was my dad. She called him Danny.  Danny Boy. She would sing it to him as a baby, and as an adult.  She worried constantly about him being a fighter pilot.  “You be careful on those planes Danny.” She drank hot tea. Only hot tea. She drank hot tea in August at the Fort Worth Stockyards. She drank hot tea at Disneyland. She drank hot tea in our home. She taught me to crochet when I was 11 years old. We picked out needles and yarn, and cussed at scissors that “wouldn’t cut butter.” I made my dad a scarf, a very long, uneven scarf. I’m pretty sure he still has it. She took me to work with her in downtown Columbus. We ate lunch at Lazarus. We even rode the bus. To me, it was so fancy and sophisticated. We saw E.T.’s phone. Once, on a visit my sister commented that “all the trees had leaves back home in our country.” Ohio seemed like that-another country. I always wished our lives could be more intertwined. I always longed for our visits to be endless. There were already so many goodbyes etched in my mind…

She would bake sugar cookies and send them in the mail to us for holidays. She always had jello pudding pops. I must have watched The Wizard of Oz 500 times on her huge disc player. They had a pet swan named Charlie. He lived in their garage in the winter. I think he was mean. She took me to church with her. She always went to huge Cathedral Churches. I thought they were beautiful. She sang so loud, and already knew all the words. She was always looking for a sale, and always knew the best places to find one. She had to alter all her own clothes because she was only 5 feet tall. She had purses and shoes to match every outfit. She loved jewelry-especially home shopping jewelry. She gave me her Claudaugh. They always had pets. Molly, Ricky and Simon (dog, dog and cat). When Simon had used his 9th life she called, “So that’s the end of pets then.” She was “tell it like it is woman.” We coined that phrase once and it stuck. In 8th grade, she and Grandpa came to Corpus Christi while my parents searched for a new home in Fort Worth. I broke my leg on a trampoline. I can still see the worry on her face. She always bought Texas souvenirs for people in Ohio. Truly Texas Souvenirs too-things with boots and armadillos plastered on every surface. She always talked about how “steamin” it was down here. “How could we stand it?”

She and Grandpa visited me while I was interning in Washington, DC. We ate at every Bob Evans restaurant in the area, and toured the Basilica of the National Shrine to the Immaculate Conception. I convinced them to ride the Metro out there, and laughed at their mistrust of the entire transportation situation. Grandma drank in every inch of the Church. She bought a rosary. She knelt in prayer. I took them back to their hotel every night, after dinner at Bob Evans of course. It was the only time it was just me and them. They thought I was a grown up, and were so proud of me. We celebrated at Bob Evans.

She was here for my confirmation, my high school graduation, my college graduation, and she met each of my children. She loved pacifiers. She sent a bear that sang “When Irish Eyes are Smiling” to me when my daughter was born. She talked of how she made her own formula, used cloth diapers, put the babies to bed, cleaned the house, and made dinner in the pressure cooker. How could anyone survive without a pressure cooker? I don’t even know what one is, but I’m not sure how I’m surviving. She hated bugs. She always sat straight up in a chair or on a couch. Her feet didn’t reach the floor. She rode on the passenger side of the car with a pillow against her chest because she felt she wasn’t quite tall enough to meet the safety requirements. She always slept really hard, but teased grandpa for “sleeping with one eye open.” She watched soaps everyday, but “could miss them anytime.” She loved sweets, especially with her hot tea. She said I made beautiful babies and that I should hold them tight.

She cooked ham and cabbage, and loved it. She hated spicy food, but we would always try to get her to eat a jalapeno-just to see her reaction and to hear her protest. She carried tea bags and sweet-n-low in her purse. “Just in Case.” She told it like it was. It was so funny. She was so funny. So unique. Her name was Maureen, and she was my grandma.

It’s been almost a year since I had to say goodbye, but in reality I had to say goodbye long before that.  It’s with a heavy heart that I’m desperately pulling for these precious memories. Memories before Azlheimer’s. I want to close my eyes and remember all those days and moments, and I want my children to know them.  To know her.  I want to remember her for those years and know she’s still with me because of them.  Somehow, I know she is.

almost as good as a cotton commercial…

  • February 16, 2010 8:31 pm

Proctor & Gamble Commercial

I’m working on embedding this video into the post, but if you click the link above, it takes you to the newest Proctor and Gamble Commercial with an Olympic Theme, through the eyes of us Moms.

Grab a box of tissues.

Perspective

  • February 11, 2010 6:11 pm

This comment was posted today, but on an old post from the beginning of the school year, and because I’m not sure my avid readers read every post everyday, I thought I would post it hear for us all to read.  It’s a good one, especially on a snuggly snow day.

Just wanted to let all of you young moms know, it doesn’t get easier as time passes. I am an empty nester and miss the days of toys all over the house, yells from the bedroom because someone took something from one of them, and the busy weeks of coming and going all the time. I love the start of a new school year because I always thought of it as a new beginning, but it was the end of the year that would get to me. They were officially one year older and one year closer to leaving home. It’s been said that God prepares your heart to accept the empty nest when the time comes, and He does. So enjoy your time with them now they’ll be gone before you know it.

-Eaglemom

Daddy Daughter Dance

  • February 2, 2010 9:58 am

Saturday, February 13, the Decatur Junior Woman’s Club is hosting a Daddy Daughter Dance at the Multi-Purpose Building in Decatur from 6-8 pm.  The cost is $25 a couple, and $5 for each additional sibling.  Other perks include professional photographs, Valentine snacks, raffle items, and door prizes.  Forms are available around Decatur, specifically at ICopy (in the Prada Shops) and the What Not Shop (on the square).  Pre-registration ends February 5th, so register early.  Proceeds benefit local charities including:  WARM, CASA, Wise Choices Pregnancy Resource Center, and Wise County Christian Counseling.

I have to admit, when my daughter attended her first Daddy Daughter Dance, I was looking forward to the event, but I didn’t realize the impact it would make on her.  She was only five, but remembers every detail of the night to this day.  She told me she felt like a princess, and that the night was like “real magic.”  Last year, we splurged and got her hair done fancy and sparkly before her REAL DATE with her Dad-dinner and everything.  While we try to make that special one-on-one time throughout the year, there is just something very unique about this one night of dancing and dresses that is dynamic.  And, let’s not forget the “real live magic-”always a plus.

He feels the love

  • January 7, 2010 8:08 pm

While snuggling on the couch during a movie this afternoon…

Me:  “I love you so so so much.”

3 year old:  “I know Mommy.  I know.”

Me:  “Well, I’m glad you do.”

3 year old:  “You only tell me EVERY DAY!”

:)

an unexpected Christmas Movie moment

  • December 21, 2009 11:51 pm

love actually

Tonight, I took time out with some girlfriends to escape the holiday crazies with a little gift exchange, a small sampling of snacks, and plenty of pillows and blankets to cozy up with Love Actually.

It sounds like a chick flick because it totally is, and the message is clear:  All we need is love; love is all around us, complete with The Beatles singing that message in the background.  Doesn’t that just sound like something right up my sappy little alley?  The multiple story lines woven through the plot sounded that refrain again and again, from young, first romantic love to warm, familiar family love, and everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) in between.  It was nice to watch a movie during this special time of year with that simple theme in mind, because, as you know, one of my daily goals is to stop down, and take the time to just “be.”  With all the hustle and bustle of not just this season, but life in general, making that time is practically a miracle.  And, when you get right down to it, all we do need is love.  It’s easy.  Isn’t it?

“Because it’s Christmas, and I just thought I’d check.”

Holiday Traditions

  • December 14, 2009 10:50 am

As we are smack dab in the middle of the Holiday Extravaganza, and I’m desperately trying to fit in all the Fun and Tradition, I’m wondering what other kinds of Holiday Excitement is out there. 

We try to pack in as much fun as we can; I’m a little OCD that way at times.  :)   We  make sugar cookies, gingerbread houses, decorate the tree, and all the mainstream stuff everyone does. And, we also try to carve out snippets of time to spend not only with our family, but our friends as well.  For us, friends are family “once-removed” as it were, and this time of year seems perfect to just be still to remember that.  Just yesterday, we were out and about with some of these wonderful friends, and almost by accident ended up eating at the same resaturant we’ve eaten at for the last few years around this time.  The kids actually remembered it, and as we had a little book exchange, they talked about the books they exchanged last year (my daughter, the bookworm in particular).  I was surprised at their memory and nostalgia of the event, and their eagerness to “continue the tradition.”  And you know, if it was even remotely sappy, I was all over that. 

Over at Shelf Space, Kristen talked about their Tradition of Christmas stories and books-something I might have to add to my own list of fun things!

What kind of traditions (sappy or not) do you celebrate each year?