Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Thrill is Gone

I tried REALLY hard today to remember that feeling. The sheer excitement of waking up to a Snow Day. I remember the handful of nights I went to bed hoping, praying really, for snow. The fact that I grew up in Mississippi didn't seem to dampen my resolve.

Well, today my kids got a Snow Day. All four of them. Even with a sympathy lunch with St. Joel which ate up 2 hours including travel time, it was a really long day. 7:00 am - 5:00 pm went something like this :
  • 20 minutes - getting dressed for the 1/2 inch of snow
  • 12 minutes - playing and photography in the 1/2 inch of snow
  • 20 minutes - getting undressed/redressed
  • 2 hours - intermittment tears, tantrums and whining
  • 2 hours - tv/video gaming*
  • 1.5 hours - playing nicely (at least quietly) in the playroom
*probably not an accurate estimate

I have to remind myself constantly to see things through their eyes. From their perspective. That so many things are "firsts" to them, or at least not routine like they become for us as we get older. A Snow Day is a rare and wonderful thing for kids 9, 7, 3 and 1. I still might need a little encouragement when faced with 60+ free days this summer.

Another day, another story,

Monday, January 26, 2009

Another Monday

Sometimes it's just pb and j's, folding laundry, doctor visit, diapers, chicken nuggets, bathtime, nail-clipping, grocery shopping, homework, basketball practice, red wine and trashy tv, shoe-tying, sippy cups, Froot Loops, naptime, overpriced latte, bedtime, loading the dishwasher, unloading the dishwasher, science project, pizza, nose wiping, school forms, and sleep. And that's OK.

Another day, another story,

Sunday, January 25, 2009

And so it begins....

Last night we had a big birthday party for mexicanjumpingbain and some friends of the older boys came too.

I knew that one of the guests (a girl) had a crush on stringbain, but believed him to be completed unobservant of this fact. I couldn't have been more off the mark.

When the girls arrived, he was in another room and I saw him shake his head so his hair would be cool...and then greeted her with the 2 finger/"wassup" wave - pretty non-chalantly, I might add.

I am definitely NOT ready for this!


Thursday, January 22, 2009

# 6 - A Threshold

Mexicanjumpingbain is 6 today! For some reason turning six has always been a big deal in our family. It's when you are really a big can walk to the barn by yourself, you can actually "be in charge" and lots of other little things that add up to six being a big deal.

This sweet, precious boy is solely responsible for making me a morning person. He's the cause of tons of laughs and lots of exciting experiments.

As I was tucking him in last night, he looked at me and said "You're crazy about me, aren't you?"
Nuts about him.


Saturday, January 17, 2009

"We Got 15"

Most of the parents in the stands this morning will remember Number 1 going to the free throw line with about a minute to go in a tied ballgame and calmly, confidently sinking them both for the win. I almost exploded with pride and even teared up a little when the coach hoisted him up in post-game celebration.

But I'm probably the only one who will remember the next game. Number 2's team lost 30-something to 15 and he didn't score a single basket. When it was over, he rushed off the court with the enthusiasm of any Final Four champion. As we left the gym, he proudly kept repeating to everyone and no one in particular, "We got 15! Did you see we got 15!?!"

Another day, another story,

Saturday morning fun

I was allowed to sleep until 8:30 this morning, which is late by parenting standards. Finally when they couldn't stand it any longer, limabain and mexcianjumpingbain came in all suited up for the tundra and asked if they could go out and play on the frozen pond.

Crazy? Perhaps. I'm not that much of a kamikaze: it's not more that 4 feet deep, so even if it cracked and they fell in we'd just be dealing with cold, wet clothes. That's the kind of "danger" I'm proud to be part of: the sure-not-to-really-get-hurt-kind.

It's amazing how a frozen body of water can keep boys occupied for hours. I watched them slip and slide and thought it looked like the perfect way to start the day. Until they said I had to come see something. I debated for a second, since I was still in my robe, but my curiosity won. Glad I went, there was a rainbow under the ice - it was worth the trek.


Friday, January 16, 2009

Good Night

Number 3, "My Mom, you're my wish. And my wish came true."

Another day, another story,

Monday, January 12, 2009

This is delicate

Every family has their own language. “Sammy” for sandwich. “Coke” for any carbonated beverage. "Fur" for fog. Words everybody IN your family knows.

In our house, the word for passing gas is "toot", used with much frequency in a house full of boys. They’ve tried to substitute the "F-word," but to no avail. I think it’s rude and crass, even for my already-hard-to-tame boys.

At a dinner party last night with close friends and relatives including 7 boys, I polled the group for what word they use in their families to “clear the room.” There were many, some unmentionable and with too great explanation to go into here. The most popular: poot, toot, pongu, fluff and shoo-shoo. The last one I overheard our babysitter use with butterbain last week. She said in families with girls you make up cute words for such things . Of course, I wouldn’t know much about "girl" families.

A few days later I asked butterbain if he had "shoo-shoo’d", just like the babysitter did and made a funny face, etc. He looked at me very seriously and said, “I don’t say shoo-shoo, Mom, I say….FART!!” then he stomped off as if I’d insulted his manhood.

I'll keep trying to tame them, one 4-letter word at time!


Sunday, January 11, 2009

Thank you, Mr. Lucas

Does George Lucas know that they moved the Star Wars weapons testing labratory to Tennessee? More specifically, to our playroom. I must admit the cache of space weaponry at our house is impressive. I wonder daily how much money he makes on merchandise residuals. Maybe I should say, "Your welcome, Mr. Lucas."

Some people are against letting kids play with toy guns. I gave up that fight 3 kids ago. I don't need scientific evidence to show me that boys are going to shoot at each other whether it is with a Storm Trooper blaster, a magic marker or a roll of paper towels. From 7 AM til 8 PM, it is "pow-pow-pow", "pish-pish-pish" and "tsoo-tsoo-tsoo" with Droids battling Clones. Since Number 4 isn't quite old enough to join the Star Wars battle that rages in our house 24/7, The Big Three taught him to "play dead" when shot at. Cute, I think.

Another day, another story,


"OK...OK...OK...Cannonball !!!"

Calmly and clearly spoken by an already sleeping, very heavy Number 2 while being moved from the playroom sofa to his bed 15 minutes ago. In case you are wondering, that's how people with 2+ kids "tuck 'em in".

Not too long ago, the same aforementioned 7 year old was overhead between snores practicing story problems. "Four people in the garage, two people leave the garage, 4-2=2."

Bless his heart, just not enough time in the day for these things.

Another day, another story,

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

I used to be really smart...

four kids ago.

On the way into basketball practice tonight, Number 1 asks, "Mom, what does 'triton' mean?"

I answer, "Hmmmmmm. (clearly stalling) Oh, I think it is that weapon thing that character in The Little Mermaid has." Best I could come up with.

"No, that is a trident," he says smugly.

As another reminder of my mental deterioration, as I am trying to occupy Number 3 and 4 with coloring books during The Big Boys' basketball practice, Number 3 comes out with, "Look My Mom, (my new name apparently) it's azul. And this is rojo."

I felt a little better when I realized "triton" was part of the logo badge on the Ford truck we were parked next to. But it looks like I really do need to brush up on my Spanish.

Another day, another story,

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Cool Mom Before and Cool Mom After

Since taking a snowboarding lesson with Number 1, 2 and Saint Joel on New Years Day was completely 100% my idea, I have no one to blame but myself for the hematoma/contusion (Saint Joel thinks it is just a bruise!) on my leg. I also wasn't really paying attention to our snowboarding teacher dude when he was explaining how to stop.

Opportunites to do something outside our normal routine are rare. It wasn't easy. It wasn't cheap. But it was a whole lot of fun. And my boys now have this memory, this story to tell.
Another day, another story,


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