Saturday, February 26, 2011

When you wonder what this time was like...

You tickle Madison's tiny little body and Silas' soft skin at least 50 times a day.

You find it nearly impossible to spank your daughter. You know the time will come soon enough.
You play "Dynamite" by Taio really loud and dance like a white girl with the kids.

You try to discipline to teach and not to control.
You lose your temper and you hate it.

You sincerely pray for peace and patience every morning.

You're teaching Mash odd body parts like armpits and eyebrows.

You're teaching Silas addition (if we put in 2 eggs, how many more to make 3?)

Mash says "Ger go" (there you go) and Silas says "Wudsed?" (what you said?)

You look at Brian in the thick of kids melting down and flash him "I love you" in sign language.

Then you give each other "I love you" high fives and like it that you're still dorks.

Other times you get angry and think he should parent more like you. 

For the sake of your family you consider checking into a hotel (or mental hospital) once a month during a certain wonderful week.

You love the attentiveness and budding musicality in Silas.

You see the deep intelligence and affection in your daughter.

You long for silence and it feels like gold when you have it.

You try hard.

It really is hard. 

You have moments when you want to run away.

You seek your Father and he reminds you of who you are.

Brian's feedback after reading this was You should add 
"that's what she said" after the third line from the bottom. 
He gets me.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Home Remedy: Biscuit Can Phobia

One day I took a biscuit can to school for my 7th hour high school cooking class. When I took it out of my backpack I thought it was interesting how swollen and round it was. But I proceeded to peel the wrapper and wait for the thump. The thump never happened.

A biscuit bomb went off in my face.

I never opened a biscuit (cinnamon roll, crescent roll, etc.) can again.

But that all changed one night when I was home alone with the kids and I needed to get dinner started and eat or I was going to bite the head off a kitten in a low blood sugar rage. It was in this desperation that I found freedom from my phobia.

Oven Mitts! 

To this day I put on my mitts and hold the can as far from my face as possible. Like magic the fear subsides and I open my eyes and peel the label like a sane person.

I know someone out there can use this.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Full House

Our house occupancy doubled last weekend.

These beautiful people are staying with us while they close on their first home.

The old guy is my brother. That girl is his gal who is kind of awesome (witty, patient, loving - pretty much way out of his league). And lets not forget about their two little guys, Stink and Chunky.

Silas is having a grand old time showing his best buddy all of his toys and going on adventures. 

Mash likes to rub Chunky's head and asks about him the minute she wakes up. 

Doubling the amount of tiny ones has added lots of noise and messes but also priceless laughter and quality time. It warms my heart to come home and see their cars in the driveway.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Pic of the Day

Effective Time Management