Thursday, July 30, 2009

You said WHAT?!

There are certain conversations that everyone dreads having with their kids.
You know the ones I am referring to, don't make me list them.

I assumed I had a few years yet, but every now and then I am hit with a doozy out of left-field. Like earlier this week....

"Mommy, what's THAT?"

The 'that' in question? A tampon.
Greaaaat. Try explaining tampons to a three year-old!
I was caught like a deer in the headlights, with absolutely no idea what to tell her, frankly. And apparently, that shows.

THIS was the conversation I heard later in the day:

E: "I got some [pretend] food for you, sissy!"
A: "I don't want it!"
E: "C'mon sissy, it's good!"
A: "NO."
E: "Sisssssyyy... I got some yummy tampon food for you!"

There goes my Mother of the Year trophy. Oy.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Shameless Plug

This is simply a shameless plug for my family history blog (linked at right). If any family members are reading and you haven't visited, do! I'm adding interesting information regularly now, and you may see something cool!

Of course, non-family are welcome as well, but you probably won't find it nearly as interesting. LOL

Monday, July 6, 2009

The Wedding

So, we spent the 4th of July in Wilmington this year.

Sounds great, doesn't it? I remember previous Independence Day celebrations on the beach... lounging on beach chairs by the ocean at night, red Solo cups (full of delicious adult beverages) in hand waiting for the fireworks to begin. Ah....

This was nothing like that.

This time, we had two preschoolers in tow. Two preschoolers who really like their routine, their beds, their regular 'play and go wild' time. In short, two kids who don't like being cooped up in the car, and take a few days to acclimate to any change in their sleeping accommodations. You can see where this is going, right?

At any rate, the trip can be summed up fairly well in three categories: The good, The Bad, The Ugly, The Funny.

The Good:

I was able to attend the wedding of the lovely Ms. Marcia (now the lovely Mrs. Skinner - sister of one of my best friends). It was beautiful, touching, and I had a great time at the reception. :)

I got to spend time with one of my best friends whom I haven't seen forever! (It was great to see you, Mary Emily!)

I met someone new at the reception whom I really enjoyed talking to, who lives in my area.

I finally (after many, many years) got to meet my sister Kandy on Saturday! We have been in touch for over a year, and it was awesome to see her. :D

The Bad:

The tantrums. Oh holy heaven above, the tantrums....
E was in rare form, and made the rest of us wish we'd never been born - more than once.

I have a paper due tonight. Because of the trip I didn't get to start working on it until - you guessed it - today. Maybe I'll be in luck and my professor will hit the lottery right before class or something....

The Ugly:
The pull-out couch bed. I had to sleep on it one night with a 3 year-old who repeatedly kicked me in the stomach.

The small hotel room. Lack of personal space can make a person feel downright homicidal.

The lack of sleep. Did I mention our kids don't adjust rapidly to change? *yawn*

The Funny:

Thank goodness there was a bit of comic relief here and there to lighten things up.
Anna learns a new word:
A: "Hey, there's Abeck!"
Me: "What, honey? What's Abeck?"
A: "You know, Abeck. The grown-up drink store. We just passed one."
Me: "Huh?"
A: *exasperated sigh* "YOU KNOW, Mommy. Abeck. A-B-C... that spells Abeck. The grown-up drink store."

But anyway...
So, while it was no walk in the park, the weekend definitely had it's moments! :D

Thursday, July 2, 2009

A Little Of This, A Little Of That...

Random thought #1:

Today has been interesting, for lack of a better word. Earlier, while shopping with the girls I thought to myself "Maybe I should look for work doing voiceover ads." Because I am very good at repeating the same tired lines over and over again until I am hoarse in the attempt to achieve just the right pitch and tone...

"Keep your hands to YOURSELF."
"Keep your HANDS to yourSELF."

Random thought #2:

I have this 'thing' with anniversaries. I remember the anniversary of just about everything (everything significant to me, that is). Today is a personal anniversary. (And no, I won't be sharing what happened on this date. I'll keep it to myself and let you guess. :D)

Random thought #3:

Sometimes being a grown-up sucks.
It would be really nice to be able to hole up every now and then and wallow in self-pity when I have a bad day. (Ah, who am I kidding? I'd settle for peeing in private most days.)

Random thought #4:

The most grueling and dreaded part of domesticity is the knowledge that you have to come up with an answer to the unspoken question that plagues you as soon as your feet hit the floor in the morning.... What's for dinner?

It's been one of those days. You know the ones - those that by the end have you convinced you need therapy. Well, therapy is expensive and impractical right now, so this will have to serve as a temporary measure to decompress. (And no, this does not mean you are now my therapist. I better not be receiving a bill for $100 for this 'session'.)

Am I Living It Right?

** These are not my words. I owe this post to the talented John Mayer. This song has been running through my head for days, though, so I felt like sharing. :)

Why Georgia

I am driving up 85 in the
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
just stuck inside the gloom
4 more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
And leave it all behind

Cause I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life

Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood in places to make it feel like home
But all I feel's alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
Or just the stirring in my soul

Either way I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life

Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

So what, so I've got a smile on
But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me
When I say I've got it down

Everybody is just a stranger but
That's the danger in going my own way
I guess it's the price I have to pay
Still "everything happens for a reason"
Is no reason not to ask myself

If I am living it right
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?