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  • December 8, 2009 8:04 pm

That’s the constant chatter out of my three-year old’s mouth when it comes to Christmas Lights, and it doesn’t matter what is going on in the car.  He can’t be distracted from the beauty of the lights.

“oooooooooooooo-ahhhhhhhhhhh”

Kid 1 and Kid 2 fighting…

“oooooooooooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhh”

Music turned up too loud….

“oooooooooooooooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Dog barking…

“ooooooooooooooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhh”

Rain pounding against the window…

“ooooooooooooooooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Phone ringing…

“ooooooooooooooooooooo-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

You get the idea.  He even requests alternate routes home to see more “oooo-ahhhs.”  And, amidst the craziness that can be my car, that happy sound makes me laugh out loud every dang time.

Even if he did pee on me.

Holiday Spirit

  • November 29, 2009 9:11 pm

We spent today transforming our house into a Winter Wonderland of Holiday Magic.  :)  Well, really, we just put up a few lights outside, and our little treasures inside-including the tree.

My husband is all about the real Christmas Tree.  I’m partial to the pre-lit artificial variety, but he just loves the freshly cut smell of the REAL THING.  We held the kids off all day as we put the finishing touches on everything else, and we finally settled into decorating the tree tonight.  They were bubbling over themselves with excitement.  So much that there were (of course) a few meltdowns during the process.  My youngest is still working on that whole patience thing.  He’ll get it though, I have confidence.  Back to the tree.  I love our tree.  We have one of those hodge-podge trees full of old ornaments, new ornaments, fancy “Hallmark” ornaments, homemade ornaments, and odds and ends like candy canes from years gone by.  I love unwrapping each bobble and remembering when or where it came from.  We still put our “Sweethearts” ornament at the top of the tree, right next to all the “Baby’s First Christmas” ornaments, and not far from the “Very special dog” ornament of our first baby.  Interestingly, my favorites are becoming those homemade craft projects the kids are so proud of year after year.  I’ve saved some little scribbles and scissor-challenged beauties that I hope will stand the test of time.  The kids seem to appreciate them too, excitedly hanging their own treasurers on that special spot on the tree.

But, I also love those beautifully organized theme trees, and think maybe I should have two Christmas trees to satisfy both my wants.  For now, I’ll just keep our one little Charlie Brown want-to-be, and marvel at the years on every branch.

Any other fun tree traditions out there?  Real vs Artificial?  Themed vs. Hodge Podge?

giving thanks

  • November 25, 2009 6:41 am

I’ve been in a bit of a Mommy rut lately.  I think part of it is the time of year.  We’re knee deep into the school routine, fall sports are coming to a close, and the Holiday Season is just around the corner.  Everything is going 90 miles a minute, and there are days I can’t catch my breath, let alone plan a solid dinner or wash enough clothes for everyone to have a matching outfit.  This is hard.  And, sometimes it just seems harder than it should be.  It’s loud, messy, confusing, and crazy hectic. 

And, every day I wonder if I’m doing it right. 

Over the past few weeks on Facebook, people have been counting their blessings.  In some ways it’s been very sweet, very quaint, and very humbling.  But, to be completely honest, in other ways it’s been a little annoying.  It made me wonder if I was the only one who had bad days, and wished for early bedtimes for my hoodlum children.  EVERYONE was thankful for their beautiful, caring, sweet, loving, obedient children.  I was thankful for Diet Coke breaks to help me deal with my children (who weren’t exhibiting those more than wonderful qualities). 

Then, last week at preschool, a teacher stopped me in the hall.  She went on to compliment my youngest as a sweet, smart, very polite young man.  After quickly scanning the halls and realizing her compliment was for MY child, I thanked her and beamed down at my littlest hoodlum.  He beamed right back and me and went on chattering about his day and what he learned.  As he went on (and on and on), I had one of those a-HA moments, overcome with gratitude and thankfulness for my life.

Even if I’m not doing it right-at all.

Because, I’ve been given the blessing of Motherhood, and I should be thankful for all the loud, messy carpooling.  I should smile when the kids commence their arguing, and laugh when red kool-aid spills on my freshly mopped floor.  I should look at them in wonder and awe when their world collides with my own.  I’ve been known to give the advice of “This is your life, live it and love it.”  Sometimes, I forget to listen to myself.

Thank goodness for this week, and for Thanksgiving.  Thank goodness we have a holiday to FORCE us to say an outloud “thank you” for our blessings-blessings too numerous to count.

I am thankful for my three hoodlum children, for their laughter and their cuddles.  I am thankful that they are unique, creative, and very, very independent.  I am thankful for the time we share as a family, for our family traditions, and for the opportunity to relive childhood three times over.  I am also thankful for my washing machine, dishwasher, the invention of windex, and earphones. 

But, most of all, I’m thankful for the moments inbetween the chaos.  The moments when I know I’m not doing it right, and somehow it all works out.  And, as if that wasn’t a sappy enough way to end this post, I’m thankful for the opportunity to give thanks-the opportunity to be still and just take it all in.  I guess I fell for that Facebook status update of thanks after all.

God Bless us Every One.  Have an amazing Thanksgiving.  Stock up on those cleaning supplies, buy and extra SD card, and take a moment to see the day in slow-motion.  :)

Future PETA President

  • November 16, 2009 7:46 pm

Dear Mom,

I found a dead dear by the road.  Please call a veterinarian to come and help us.  Please.  I will love you forever.  By this way, this is the way he looks:

**insert awkward drawing of deer in fetal position.**

Please help the poor thing.

Love,

your daughter

but Mommy…

  • November 10, 2009 7:43 am

“Get in your bed, and go to sleep.”

“Mommy, will you lay with me?”

“We already read our books, and it’s time to go to sleep.  I love you.  See you in the morning.”

“But Mommy, I love you forever you know.”

“I know.  I love you forever too.”

“Lay with me just one more time?”

 

I’m such a sucker.

Mrs. Mommy Scroggins

  • November 5, 2009 10:30 pm

I’m out of town being a superbig Teacher Nerd, and while I’m loving every minute of the Teacher Nerdiness, my thoughts keep wandering back to three little people back in Decatur (and one other big person).  I’m torn between the superfun Teacher Nerdiness and the Mommy Guilt.  This is the first time I’ve been “out of town for work” since I had the children, and of course, it would happen when the kids have an event that I will miss.  There it is.  When I told the kids I wouldn’t be there to watch their Fun Run, they almost couldn’t process what I was saying.  When I left yesterday morning, all three kids seemed a little confused and disjointed by the fact that I was going to be gone OVERNIGHT for “work”.  I got a few extra hugs and kisses than normal, and even a couple “I promise to be goods.”   On second thought, maybe I should leave EVERY WEEK.  Kidding.  But, it was pretty obvious that they were still adjusting to the “New Mommy” routine, and this one minor change in our little family routine left an impact.  An impact on them, and an impact on me.

They are wondering why I had to SPEND THE NIGHT at work.  WHAT could I be doing all night with my fellow Teacher Nerd friends?  WHY aren’t any of my students with me?  Did I get to go to Washington D.C.?  Did I tell Daddy all about the Fun Run?  Why couldn’t they come?  When am I coming home?

I’m wondering if they took the initiative to empty their packs of all the papers, and to bring their reading logs to my husband to sign.  Normally, this is my domain, and every morning, my husband looks warily at the backpacks hoping I’ve dealt with them.  I’m wondering if they brushed their teeth, or if I will return to board-stiff toothbrushes with crusted toothpaste on the side.  I’m wondering if they played the Wii an extra hour, or if they just curled up with a good book to pass the time.  I’m wondering if they read that book to my husband, or snuggled in his lap and realized he’s just as good at creating Cozy as I am.  I’m wondering WHEN I will be home, to catch their hugs and swallow their kisses.

Tomorrow,  I head home, and I’m sure within five minutes of my return, it will be business as usual.  I will slide out of my teacher shoes, slip on those Mommy sneakers, and we will fly through the weekend.  Their little wonderings will be answered, and my wonderings will be validated.  I’ll hear about their Daddy Day Care days, and I bet they ask what I could possibly have been doing for SO LONG.  Maybe, we will all crawl up into a new pile of Cozy, created by all of us.

For now, I’m sending them superfast thoughts for their Fun Run, and virtual hugs and kisses as I tackle my Mommy Guilt…I just gotta get my pocket protector adjusted just right.

every little thing will be alright.

  • October 29, 2009 8:02 pm

I live in a perfect world. 

In my world, brothers and sisters get along.  Family field trips are filled with smiles, laughter, snuggles and great pictures.  There are no wrestling matches turned fighting and screaming.  Children happily obey their parents, and excitedly use their manners.  Dinners take minutes to prepare, and laundry does not exponentially multiply.  The house does not accumulate dust, and the vacuum never needs to be emptied.

In my world, people get along.  All kinds of people.  Working people, family people, friendly people, and stranger people.  The working people help eachother, collaborate, and encourage an excellent product.  Everyone not only does their job, but they do it with a smile and a sense of humor.  They work towards a Greater Good, a Good that makes the world a better place.  In my world, friends love.  Friends become family.  They understand everything, including eachother’s personalities, faults, and quirks. They not only understand them, they like them, and they even laugh because of them.  They forgive mistakes, love through misunderstandings, and look forward to future memories.  In my world, strangers let other cars merge into their lane of traffic, and use the horn in case of emergency, not anger.  They smile in the isles of Wal-Mart, even saying “hi” or “good afternoon.”  They think outside of their own lives into the lives of others, and through no extravagant act, they make a difference.

It’s a nice little world that I live in.  Only, sometimes, I feel like I’m the only one that lives here.  It’s not that I have high expectations, it’s just that I want to live in a world filled with peace and harmony.  I want people to get along, to like eachother, and to build memories together.  I look for good intent, and when faced with an ill intent-an actual event aimed at causing another person harm or hurt-I’m shocked.  Every time.  My husband has gone to rolling his eyes when I come home with a crumpled face and broken heart.  He continually asks me if I understand how the world works, or if I’m capable of learning from life experiences.

I guess not.

I’m an idealist.  Everyday, I wake up with renewed hope in my abilities as a wife, mother, friend, sister, and daughter.  I hope that the mistakes of yesterday can be wiped clean with the possibilities of today.  I know many will find fault with my perfect idealism.  Some might say that it’s not a good example to pass on to my children; that they shouldn’t expect perfection, and that hoping for less than wonderful is ok.  It’s more than ok.  It’s normal.  But why not hope for more?  Why not live a life contributing to the Greater Good, and pausing for disappointment in a moment that’s just less than wonderful?

Is that all bad?

Wait, don’t tell me.  In my world, it’s not.  :)

Horton

  • August 9, 2009 3:36 pm

“A person’s a person, no matter how small.”

Growing up, it was my sister’s favorite book.  No matter what kind of doctor we were visiting, it seemed to be in the waiting room.  I read it to my oldest when she was just barely two weeks old.  Somehow, Horton has been a constant in my background, always there to remind me of something.

Everyday before nap, my youngest and I read a few books.  Being the Supermom that I am, I can admit that I sometimes, ok most of the time, opt for the shortish books.  You know the kind-board books, shorter-version-of-the-real-thing books, or picture books.  Otherwise, I could be in there reading for DAYS or WEEKS while my mind wanders to that never ending to-do list.  But, there are the days I make myself pick out one of the longer “literature quality” books to make up for my previous choices.  Today was one of those days, and today the book was Horton Hears a Who by Dr. Suess.

Isn’t it amazing how a sensitive elephant, a little speck, and a town full of Whos can teach such a wonderful lesson?  And isn’t it also amazing that whether you’re 2 weeks, 3 years, 12 years, or my own 34 years old that this story is just as applicable?  To know that EVERYONE can make a difference?  That everyone DOES make a difference?  It’s so easy to lead a crazy, whirlwind life.  It’s too easy to get sucked up into your everyday lists.  It’s very easy to feel small and, especially as a mom, unimportant.  But, as my little guy snuggled into my arms while I read, I was reminded that we all have something to give, just like that one shirker found in Apartment 12-J…

“And he climbed with the lad up the Eiffelberg Tower.

“This,” cried the Mayor, “is your town’s darkest hour!  The time for all Whos who have blood that is red, To come to the aid of their country!” he said.   ”We’ve GOT to make noises in greater amounts!  So, open your mouth, lad!  For every voice counts!”

Thus he spoke as he climbed.  When they got to the top, The lad cleared his throat and he shouted out, “YOPP!”

And that Yopp…That one, small extra Yopp put it over!  Finally, at last!  From that speck on the clover.  Their voices were heard!  They rang out loud and clean.  And the elephant smiled.  “Do you see what I mean?…They proved they ARE persons, no matter how small.  And their whole world was saved by the Smallest of All!”