Wednesday, October 2, 2013

What DO girls like??

I loved the letter my witty and careful SIL wrote to her 7 year old son this morning after realizing the import of his "What do girls like" question.  I thought it too good to keep to myself!

My dear sweet Son,

 Last night you asked me what girls like, and though I gave you a few pointers I wanted to write down the important things so you’d have them to look back on.

            So, what do girls like?  First its important to understand that girls-all girls-will always be confusing to you.  Even the one you marry.  That’s normal.  A lot of times girls are moody, bossy, and maybe even a bit grumpy.  And this may sound funny, but that is when she needs you to be the nicest to her.  Its called being understanding, and it is very important. 

As for what they like, girls like to feel special.  Anything you can do to make her feel special is good.  I knew your daddy was the one for me because he always makes me feel like the prettiest, smartest, funniest, sweetest girl in the whole world.  There are a lot of things you can do to let a girl know she is special to you-here are some of them:

·      Write her notes

·      Draw her pictures

·      Pick her flowers

·      Tell her she looks pretty

Another important thing girls like is-girls like you to care for them.  Girls like boys who want to help them.  Even the bossy girls like to feel taken care of.  Things you can do to show a girl you want to help her are:

·      Offer to carry her books

·      Pull out her chair for her

·      Open doors for her and let her walk through first

·      When you are older help your wife with chores

This step sounds like a lot of work, but you will find out that when you are with the person you really love you want to help them.

           The most important thing is to be who you are.  Just be you.  You are funny, handsome, very smart, and you have a great big heart.  God has made a special girl just for you.  She will be your wife someday.  You will probably meet a lot of girls while you are trying to find her.  You will know you you’ve found her when she loves all the pieces that make up who you are.  And I must say, she is a very lucky girl because you are absolutely wonderful.

                                                                                    I love you and I hope this helps,


I plan on sharing her letter at the bain home for boys tonight, because sometimes basic, simple reminders are the best!

Wednesday, August 7, 2013


Hi, my name is Lib I'm a list-making {over} achiever.  As a result, there have been way too many days of this sacred deal called Motherhood that have strictly adhered to a list of things to accomplish, rather that just taking life as it comes. 

I've gotten so much wrong for so long, my progress in words and a few color photos might seem miniscule to you.  Or, maybe you're of the baby-steps-can-be-significant-progress camp and this post will provide some encouragement. 

It started on a lazy Sunday afternoon.  Mexicanjumpingbain and butterbain made a fort in the living room out of every usable pillow, forgotten blanket and over sized couch cushion they could find.  They became real engineers, carefully building for hours.  There was no way I could be the party crasher and demand it's demolition after only a day.

For the first 2 days it consumed them and several cousins as well.  Every single conversation centered around making it more stable, more functional, more comfortable. after all, what good is a fort if you can't sleep in it?  I even crawled in and enjoyed a few moments of relaxation.  

The only thing is, after 4 more days it was no longer their daytime priority, but they still wanted to camp out in it at night.  My living room looked more like this:

One of the mothering errors I've done way too much of is demand (often in a not too kind voice) that their stuff MUST be picked up before bedtime.  Which means that I've put a time limit on their particular kind of fun, just because it's messy and inconvenient to me. 

Here's where I hope you'll recognize progress: my likes- things-neat-and-tidy bone began to twitch.  I gave myself two choices:  twitch and use that unkind and demanding voice to get this fort put away! or find some goggles to ignore something that was only a problem to me.  

The fort may have diminished in my sight as the week progressed, but to them it never lost an ounce of cool. 

I'd like to think that I didn't either when I said yes to the mess for two more days.  

What do you call Mothering progress?

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Blog Brothers

Sometimes the summer stars align and a new tradition is born.  It began last year as an effort for all 8 blog brothers to have some time to have fun together.  Em and I are usually so pressed for time that we barely get a chance to see each other and have grown up down time, much less organize an event sturdy enough to handle eight rowdy boys!

Em's inspired plan included a trip to the drive in movie, late night video gaming (them), talking (us), copious amounts of pizza for every one, lots of funny dialogue and pool time.  

Even though one member of this great tribe was at camp, each of us had tons of fun.  One of the best gifts about the time together is our shared philosophy of letting boys be boys, creating a space for unscheduled play and a relaxed schedule.  A bonus is listening to their conversation and laughing along!

Hope your stars line up and you find yourself enjoying the rest of the summer - whoever your blog brothers are!

Monday, June 10, 2013

On Strike!

I'm going on strike.  Life feels like a blur and somewhere along what's supposed to be an adventuresome journey, I've gotten lost in the underbrush of daily life.

More than half way through my mothering career and I've come up dead empty.  Like complete and total burnout on mom-ing.  I just cannot correct, cajole, fix, feed, discipline or remind one more time. 

I feel like all my fun-ness has fluttered away in the wind of trying hard and doing too much.  I'm done.  D-O-N-E.  Maybe all mom's get here, but no one really talks about it.  The  total inability to

My plan for the next 5 days is not to remind them about their chores.  Even if animals die. 
I will not say one word about summer reading.
I won't be cooking anything except for myself. 
I won't be cleaning up their messes the kitchen, either. 
I will step over shoes by the front door and wet towels on the floor in the bathroom and not comment. 
I won't be going grocery shopping, but will gladly give them the funds let them do it themselves. 
I will do all my own gardening, but leave the yard work (without reminding) to them. 
I bet you can guess the last one: not a single load of laundry.  

I'm just at the point where all I can see is the negative about us.  The carping, bickering and ingratitude are a flood levels.  I feel like going on strike has potential as a reset button.  Surely it can't hurt...

Have you ever come close to going on strike?


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