Monday, June 30, 2008

Inches From Lunacy

Today was a rough day. A. Rough. Day.

Remember that easy-going laid back mom that I was "so good" at portraying lately? Yeah, well, she left today. She packed up her things and hit the road. She was all, "I'm outta here! You're on your own!" And I was all, "Oh come on! Just give them a chance. They are just little kids!" And she was all, "Nope. They are hellions. Destructors. Loonies. I'm outtie!"

The little monsters pushed me over the edge all day. Pretty much nonstop. So much so that I actually started thinking that drinking in the middle of the day might be a good idea. It was either that or me running out of the house waving my hands madly in the air screaming all kinds of obscenities. Neither seemed like a very good idea. Luckily, I was able to maintain some sort of semi-clear head until their nap time.

That's when I started drinking. No. Just kidding. That is when I finished up the rest of my 18 loads of laundry, put the rest of the groceries away, and cleaned up the dishes from lunch. Miraculously the hubby came home early and was smart enough to notice the pursed lips and wide-eyed evil stare. After a few pretty snippy comments from me he said, "Why don't you just go for your run now and get some of that sass out of ya?" So I did. And luckily for my family, it worked.

Of course coming home and seeing Joey and Tommy picking all my flowers and leaves off of my plants didn't really keep me in the greatest mood, but I was certainly able to maintain calm. And I wasn't exactly thrilled that they didn't listen the first 10 times I told them to stop throwing each other off the couch while I was making dinner, but at least I didn't go red-faced loony of them.

But they did eat dinner fairly calmly. The hubby had promised them that if they behaved and ate nicely we would take them to fly their new Spiderman kites down at the lake. So, they managed to eat well, and behave well.

After dinner it was a mad dash to clean up the dishes, change a diaper, get shoes on, and get faces and hands washed while the hubby put the kites together. We only had about an hour before we had to get them back home and ready for bed so we wanted to get moving. The boys were in the car, the kites were assembled, and we were on our way for our first kite flying adventure.

We got to the lake and ran over to the open field. No breeze. Hmm. That makes kite flying a bit more challenging. Still, can't disappoint the little fellas seeing as how they were being so good for the first time that day. Todd and I ran our butts off getting those kites in the air. When we finally did Todd's kite fell apart and my string broke. I guess that is what happens when you buy a $2.00 kite. We worked as quickly and diligently as possible to put them back together. After finally getting them fixed and back up in the air we handed the strings over to the boys.

Tommy held onto his for about a minute and then said, "Can we go to the park instead, 'cause this is boring."
Indeed.

So we hauled in the kites, packed them back into the car, and went to the park to finish up our perfectly loony day.

Yes, it was a crazy day and a crazy month. I'll be glad to start a new day and a new month tomorrow.

It's Hard To Be The Heavy

It was just before bedtime and Todd told the boys they should start cleaning up their toys. They both groaned and headed over to their toy box. Joey began diligently picking up toys and putting them back in their designated spots. Tommy ever so slowly would pick up a toy, look at it, and start to play with it. Todd again reminded him to clean up.

Tommy dropped the toy in the toy box and then began playing with the next toy. This routine continued with each toy that he picked up. I gave him two more reminders to pick up the toys, not play with the them, and that if I had to tell him one more time then he would have to sit on the naughty step.

He decided to test me, ignored my instructions, and kept playing with the toy.

I said, in a very exhausted and annoyed voice, "Alright, that's ENOUGH! Get your BUTT on this naughty step and SIT here until I come to GET you!"

Knowing that I meant business he hurried his little tush over to the step and sat down. When his time was up I called him over to me. I explained that he knew he should have been listening and that for him to ignore what daddy and I told him was not right. He apologized and gave me a big kiss.

"I love you, Thomas" I told him.

"I love you too, mumma" he repeated back to me. And with a big smile, batting his long eyelashes at me and patting my cheek he said, "Now you're back to being a nice mumma!"

Friday, June 27, 2008

Summer At It's Best

PhotoStory Friday
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek
This week was a week of firsts for my boys. Especially Benny. He got to see all the best things about summer, and he was loving it. They all were.

We found a fabulous park right behind my dad's nursing home complete with a merry-go-round! The boys had never even seen a merry-go-round before because some all-wise-power-that-be decided to take them out of all the public parks. Such a disgrace. I was so excited to find this one. We all jumped on and I taught the boys one of my favorite park games from my childhood. Dropped it, got it. Do you know it? You all lie down on your bellies on the merry-go-round, spin it around, and take turns dropping a stick on the ground for everyone to try and grab. The person who grabs the stick off the ground is the next one to drop it. You try and drop it way under the merry-go-round or far enough out to make it really hard to reach. Doesn't sound like much, but it is a ton of fun.

Joey loved to be the pusher and then jump on when it finally got fast enough. Grandpa was just off camera sitting at a picnic table laughing and enjoying watching the boys. It was a great day and now the boys want to go visit grandpa all the time. hehe

This week the weather finally got warm enough to set up the pool for the first time. It was also the first time Ben was able to play in the pool. Last year he was too new. I think he liked it.
And it was the first time the big boys were brave enough to dunk their whole bodies into the cold water. It really didn't take too much convincing.
This week was the first time all three boys went to the zoo together. We were able to meet up with my best friend (since first grade!) and her adorable kids and we all had a blast. The kids liked seeing the animals but loved playing in the huge play area.
The only way I could tear them away was to promise them a ride on the train. A very small train, I might add. While we were on the train Tommy announced, "This is my first time on a train!" Another first for all of my boys! They were so tuckered out from playing at the zoo that they all fell asleep in the car in about two minutes and remained asleep for almost the whole two hour car ride home. Another first! This week Ben decided to slide down the slide all on his own for the very first time. I even managed to capture the moment with my camera!Climbing to the top. Sitting down. Letting go! And touchdown!

It was an amazing week. I was even able to maintain the go-with-the-flow attitude (although discipline is definitely still on the menu- can't have sassy kids, ya know) I've been working so hard at. I was the kind of mom I wanted to be. I just hope I can keep it up.
And there was no time for melancholy. I was too busy having fun and making memories.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

A Child's Faith

Joey: "I have a lot of friends."

Me: "Yes you do. You're a friendly guy."

Joey: "And my brothers are my friends too. And my baby sister is my friend too."

Me: "Your baby sister?"

Joey: "Yep. My baby sister is my friend too."

Me: "Honey, you don't have a baby sister."

Joey: "Uh-huh! I asked God for a baby sister, and He said 'Yes'!"

Me: "Oh. Ohhh-kay."

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Melancholy Me

What is with me? Is it summer? Does summer remind me of summers past? Is that what does it? Perhaps with the warm weather comes warm memories. It seems that not only am I emotional about my boys growing up so fast, but apparently I'm emotional about me growing up so fast, as well. The old "time flies" is just such a cliche that I barely want to mention it. And yet I'm feeling it's razor sharp edge.

I am just a wistful and melancholy mess lately. It is ridiculous, really. And, of course, I wouldn't be me if I didn't feed into my mood. I've been listening to music from my early twenties dreaming about who I was then, which is just the silliest thing in the world. Because who was I then? A young girl dreaming of being exactly where I am right now! It's madness!

It's not that I miss any one stage of my life. There was something wonderful about each phase, including (and most times especially) this one. It is more a feeling that I am never able to fully grasp the magic in the moment but only when I look back on it years later.

This summer I will try my best to create magic for my family so that they too can have warm memories that surface with warm weather. And I will soak up each day as they happen, and feel their magic, because once the day is gone memories will be all I have of them.

(I told you I was melancholy.)

Monday, June 23, 2008

Happily Home

Our weekend up north is over. And I'm okay with that. It was a nice weekend, but I sure am happy to be home. The boys on the other hand are not quite as happy. They didn't want to leave. They would be perfectly content living up at the cabin and said as much. Joey even went so far as to say that he wouldn't care if a big bulldozer came and knocked our house down (can you tell he watches Extreme Home Makeover?) so we could live up north. I told him that wasn't a nice thing to say, that we have a lovely house, and he should be grateful. He wasn't grateful. He was mad. Spoiled brat.

I get it though. They are outside nonstop up north. Fishing, running around, playing in the water, roasting marshmallows. The boys are just beside themselves with excitement the entire time they are there. This causes them to act both adorably cute and annoyingly whiny. They are either telling us they love us and that we are the best or asking for the millionth time to go fishing again. It is a constant flurry of outdoor activity that surprisingly drains us, but not them. By the time the boys get off to bed at night Todd and I are in dire need of a stiff drink, but too tired to lift a glass to our mouths. Instead we end up going to bed at 10:00, which is a good thing because the boys are up at 5:00 AM asking to go fishing again. And the crazy cycle continues.

The three hour car ride home yesterday was insane. The boys only slept for a half an hour (after waking up at the butt crack of dawn) in the car and then insisted on screaming, yelling and growling like dinosaurs for the remainder of the ride home. I put my iPod shuffle on and tried my best to drown them out. It didn't work. Just when I thought I couldn't handle it one more minute we rounded the corner to our house. Hurrah!

We got home and the boys were still crazy and sassy-mouthed, so I popped in a movie (oh yes I did!) to try and calm them. That worked for all of 30 minutes before they got bored of that and resumed the madness. We quickly fed them dinner and shipped them off to bed early. I changed clothes, bolted out of the house, and went for a run to ease my rapidly fraying mind. It helped. And so did the silent house when I got back.

This weekend was a test for me. I have been working on being more of a go-with-the-flow kind of a mom. The kind of mom that can just gather her kids up and head out for a weekend without worrying too much about wrecking sleep schedules and dealing with grouchy children. I want to be a bit more fun and spontaneous, and not let my children see me get huffy and cross when I am, oh say, packing everyone's bag for the weekend stressing that I may be forgetting some vital element that could possibly ruin the whole trip. I don't want to be the mom who hustles my children through the grocery store barking orders through gritted teeth so that we can get all of our errands done in an hour and leave "on time". I don't even want to be the kind of mom that worries about leaving "on time". So this weekend I tried to make the most of every moment. Even the packing and the grocery shopping. Less yelling and more laughing. I constantly asked myself, "Does it really matter? Is this really a problem?" The majority of the time the answer was "no" which meant another opportunity to just breathe and relax. It wasn't easy, but I liked myself better this way. And it definitely made the weekend more enjoyable for everyone. Let's see how long I can keep this up now that we are back.


Weekend Soundbites:

Heard through their bedroom door-
Tommy: "Joey are you awake yet? Joey? Joe? Okay then. I'll just go back to sleep."
Aww. Good boy.

Conversation that occurred when Joey was being most annoying-
Todd: "Oh Joey, I can not wait until you have your own kids."
Joey: "I can't ever have kids! I'm not a woman!"
Indeed.

Words To Live By

Be grateful for each new day.
A new day that you have never lived before.
Twenty-four new, fresh, unexplored hours to use usefully and profitably.
We can squander, neglect, or use them.
Life will be richer or poorer by the way we use today.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could;
some blunders and absurdities crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day.
You shall begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be
encumbered with your old nonsense.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson