Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Strawberry picking
Our fun outing for the holiday weekend was strawberry picking at my most favorite place in Southern Illinois.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Mortified
Remember when you were a kid,
and it was so much fun to play outside,
and sometimes you would feel the urge to go to the bathroom,
and you really didn't want to because you were having so much fun,
but you ran inside anyway?
Well, my kid experienced that last night.
Except, he missed that part about running inside.
My neighbor and I were sitting out on her deck, enjoying the evening while the kids played on the swing set. When suddenly the three girls started shrieking "EWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
The rest is a bit of a blur because I'm pretty sure I blacked out from the embarrassment that ensued.
Me: What happened?
Girls: He pooped in the yard.
Now, I get that it's tough to be a boy in a neighborhood of girls and that it's his job to be gross, but COME ON!
Seriously, I'm trying really, really hard to be a good mom. I promise I have never at any point given this child the indication that dropping turds in public was even remotely okay.
After collecting my children and delivering them to their father, I took the walk of shame back over to the neighbors house to PICK UP MY KID'S POOP IN THEIR BACK YARD.
Just mortified.
and it was so much fun to play outside,
and sometimes you would feel the urge to go to the bathroom,
and you really didn't want to because you were having so much fun,
but you ran inside anyway?
Well, my kid experienced that last night.
Except, he missed that part about running inside.
My neighbor and I were sitting out on her deck, enjoying the evening while the kids played on the swing set. When suddenly the three girls started shrieking "EWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
The rest is a bit of a blur because I'm pretty sure I blacked out from the embarrassment that ensued.
Me: What happened?
Girls: He pooped in the yard.
Now, I get that it's tough to be a boy in a neighborhood of girls and that it's his job to be gross, but COME ON!
Seriously, I'm trying really, really hard to be a good mom. I promise I have never at any point given this child the indication that dropping turds in public was even remotely okay.
After collecting my children and delivering them to their father, I took the walk of shame back over to the neighbors house to PICK UP MY KID'S POOP IN THEIR BACK YARD.
Just mortified.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Her new talent
She is really proud of herself for this one! She has been working on it for about 2 weeks.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Birthday event of the season
Or something like that.
The kids were invited to our neighbor's daughter's birthday party on Sunday. Little did I know that we were about to experience our own private Disneyland.
When the neighbor girl spoke of the party prior to the big day, she would only say "It's at my dad's house and he's rich." Now to a 5 and 4 year old, this statement meant nothing, but it peaked my interest.
And it turns out, she wasn't exaggerating.
We arrived at the path to the home and were greeted by massive black gates. There in the front garden was Cinderella and not far behind her was Spiderman. Once the festivities began, Cinderella gave all of the girls make overs, created magic wands, taught them how to dance for the royal ball, read them a story and then declared them all official princesses.
Where was this stuff when I was a kid?
Spidey took the boys down to the lawn to teach them "moves" and let them run races.
And so yes, I suppose her dad is pretty rich (I saw 5 living rooms and I was only in a quarter of the home AND I'm pretty sure the game room is bigger than my entire house). BUT, there was several things about the day that just made me sad. This little girl sat alone at the kitchen table with my friend and I while she opened her presents. No parents, no pictures, no nothing...just alone. Then she became bored with the process about half way through so she left. There sat an entire corner full of unwrapped gifts and a table full of untouched toys.
The whole experience just made me appreciate that we don't have a lot of material things, but we do have a home full of love and reminded me to never take it for granted.
The kids were invited to our neighbor's daughter's birthday party on Sunday. Little did I know that we were about to experience our own private Disneyland.
When the neighbor girl spoke of the party prior to the big day, she would only say "It's at my dad's house and he's rich." Now to a 5 and 4 year old, this statement meant nothing, but it peaked my interest.
And it turns out, she wasn't exaggerating.
We arrived at the path to the home and were greeted by massive black gates. There in the front garden was Cinderella and not far behind her was Spiderman. Once the festivities began, Cinderella gave all of the girls make overs, created magic wands, taught them how to dance for the royal ball, read them a story and then declared them all official princesses.
Where was this stuff when I was a kid?
Spidey took the boys down to the lawn to teach them "moves" and let them run races.
And so yes, I suppose her dad is pretty rich (I saw 5 living rooms and I was only in a quarter of the home AND I'm pretty sure the game room is bigger than my entire house). BUT, there was several things about the day that just made me sad. This little girl sat alone at the kitchen table with my friend and I while she opened her presents. No parents, no pictures, no nothing...just alone. Then she became bored with the process about half way through so she left. There sat an entire corner full of unwrapped gifts and a table full of untouched toys.
The whole experience just made me appreciate that we don't have a lot of material things, but we do have a home full of love and reminded me to never take it for granted.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Art fair exploring
One of the 101 reasons that I miss living in Minnesota, is the plethora of activities that kids have the opportunity to participate in. Sure, there is stuff to do around here but it either costs a ton to do or you have to drive a long way just to get there.
However, this weekend, our little town came through with an event called Art on the Square. It's a two day event wherein 105 artists from across the U.S. invited to come display their work. They also have a load of activities for kids.
We stamped bags...
And made our own puzzles...
And just had a great time all around...
Oh, and in case you were wondering...the number 1 thing I miss about MN is my sister.
However, this weekend, our little town came through with an event called Art on the Square. It's a two day event wherein 105 artists from across the U.S. invited to come display their work. They also have a load of activities for kids.
We stamped bags...
And made our own puzzles...
And just had a great time all around...
Oh, and in case you were wondering...the number 1 thing I miss about MN is my sister.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
O to be a boy
Me: Why did you just pee on the floor?
BB: Because I had to go.
Me: We have a toilet for that.
Me: (removing his wet pants) Now, take off your underwear and get cleaned up.
BB: But I didn’t pee in my underwear.
Me: What? (feeling underwear) How in the world did you manage that?
BB: The pee came out of the tunnel in my underwear.
Me: (dumbfounded)
BB: Because I had to go.
Me: We have a toilet for that.
Me: (removing his wet pants) Now, take off your underwear and get cleaned up.
BB: But I didn’t pee in my underwear.
Me: What? (feeling underwear) How in the world did you manage that?
BB: The pee came out of the tunnel in my underwear.
Me: (dumbfounded)
Friday, May 8, 2009
Basic cooking
Take one box of this...
Add a few of them...
Mix with a couple of these...
And VOILA! You have dinner that two little kids will eat!
Go ahead...look really close. The spaghetti is coming out of the hotdogs.
I totally wish I could claim the creativity points for coming up with this one, but I can't. I found it earlier this week on this lovely blog.
The boy added some ketchup and ate the entire bowl. The girl added some spray butter and enjoyed hers just the same.
I, however, thought it looked absolutely disgusting and opted for some pretzels.
Add a few of them...
Mix with a couple of these...
And VOILA! You have dinner that two little kids will eat!
Go ahead...look really close. The spaghetti is coming out of the hotdogs.
I totally wish I could claim the creativity points for coming up with this one, but I can't. I found it earlier this week on this lovely blog.
The boy added some ketchup and ate the entire bowl. The girl added some spray butter and enjoyed hers just the same.
I, however, thought it looked absolutely disgusting and opted for some pretzels.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
First love
Monday night, I attended the monthly all women program at our church. You may remember me coming home from the first one feeling like a complete failure.
This week’s service highlighted a panel of moms. The wisdom that one mother shared moved me in such a way, that I feel like I’ve had a complete renewal of my spirit.
The question was “What is the most important lesson you’ve learned being a mother?”
She responded in two parts…
“First, appreciating that God chose me to be the mom for my kids.”
WOW – think about that one. The spirits that God placed in those two little bodies that we created were chosen just for us.
“Second, no matter what kind of day I’ve had with my kids, my heart still melts when I see them sleeping on their pillows when I go back in to check on them. And God is the same way. At the end of a day when I feel like I have been the worst parent in the world, God still looks down on me with that same Fatherly love as I rest.”
And that my friends, is the bit of wisdom that I needed.
This week’s service highlighted a panel of moms. The wisdom that one mother shared moved me in such a way, that I feel like I’ve had a complete renewal of my spirit.
The question was “What is the most important lesson you’ve learned being a mother?”
She responded in two parts…
“First, appreciating that God chose me to be the mom for my kids.”
WOW – think about that one. The spirits that God placed in those two little bodies that we created were chosen just for us.
“Second, no matter what kind of day I’ve had with my kids, my heart still melts when I see them sleeping on their pillows when I go back in to check on them. And God is the same way. At the end of a day when I feel like I have been the worst parent in the world, God still looks down on me with that same Fatherly love as I rest.”
And that my friends, is the bit of wisdom that I needed.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sunday morning quotes
This morning when I picked the kids up from Sunday school, BB exclaimed (in front of a full room of other kids and teachers):
BB: Mommy, I didn't poop my pants today.
Me: Well, great!
I have no clue why he would have considered this a victory today as we don't currently consider it an issue.
Once we got back to the car, we did our normal questioning about what did you learn today. Apparently, it was about being a good servant so A. asked what that means.
Moo: I told everyone that I go down to the basement and help Daddy look for mice so Mommy doesn't have to.
At least our reputation is consistent wherever we go.
BB: Mommy, I didn't poop my pants today.
Me: Well, great!
I have no clue why he would have considered this a victory today as we don't currently consider it an issue.
Once we got back to the car, we did our normal questioning about what did you learn today. Apparently, it was about being a good servant so A. asked what that means.
Moo: I told everyone that I go down to the basement and help Daddy look for mice so Mommy doesn't have to.
At least our reputation is consistent wherever we go.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Fairy visits
This past weekend, we planted fairy gardens on our front porch. I think all of the fairy power must have summonsed the Tooth Fairy, because last night we lost another tooth.
P.S. - I'm in love with the collage feature on Picasa.
P.S. - I'm in love with the collage feature on Picasa.
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