You would think now that my kids are little people, not babies, that shopping would have gotten a little bit easier than it was when I had to drag a double stroller and pull the shopping cart with the other baby in it.
I had to run to the market on Sunday and all 3 complained, I mean really complained like I was torturing them to death, that they had to come food shopping with me for the 5 ITEMS I needed.
When we arrived at the store all of them, at the age of 9, 9 and almost 8 years old, jumped into the shopping cart which resulted in me pushing 200 pounds of kids around, while they fought, with no room for food.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to throw those damn iPods in my bag. It quieted the fighting. But I still had to push around 200 pounds of child.
Thanks goodness they’re cute. :)
My 2nd grader is so lucky to have the same teacher that my son had two years ago. Every year it seems she puts on a little St Patrick’s Day Play in the classroom and invites the parents to come watch. It’s really a pleasure because as the kids get older there are fewer and fewer invitations to the classroom for anything.
I watched my peanut with such delight and couldn’t believe two whole years have passed since I sat in the same spot, watching the same play with my son as a star. Truly the time is going way too fast and it does kill me sometimes.
I’m so grateful to have these opportunities to see my children so happy in their school activities…with teachers who are so wonderful. But how can I slow down time?!
Today my little one had to do her biographical presentation. Parents were instructed not to buy costumes and just to make a simple outfit from something at home. She has the same wonderful teacher that my son had and I cannot believe it was 2 years ago that he had his presentation. (Give that a click…it was then I recounted my 5th grade presentation as Amelia Earhart!)
I am DYING from the cuteness of my little one as Laura Ingalls Wilder and I can’t wait until she returns home from school to hear how it all went down.
I’d say we did well with the look huh?!
P.S Are you like me and did you spend your entire childhood watching Little House on the Prairie? I’m older than a lot of my mom friends and they have no clue about the wonders of this program. I could talk about it for hours. And some nights the hubs and I jump for joy when we find it on the Hallmark Channel and continue to get immense pleasure from it. When he does find it he’ll shout out “Manly!”
P.P.S Now that I’ve revealed this you probably think I’m more batsh*t crazy than ever and that I somehow influenced this choice of character for my daughter. Nope! What I love is that her big sister, an avid reader, who has read the books made the suggestion. It was a great one. :)
My son is playing on a travel ice hockey team. Most of the time my husband and I are split up managing the kids and the activities and I’m not able to see him play. But last month I was excited that we “traveled” as a family to nearby Queens to watch him play.
I actually felt a bit anxious as the moments got closer to the game, and busied myself snapping away photos…what I do always!
When we got home I was taken by one photo in particular and asked my son about it.
“This was right before you went on the ice” I said to him, “were you nervous about the game?” He said, “No mommy, I was just staring at the Zamboni.”
He wasn’t nervous! I was nervous! Hockey is his passion. It’s about having fun. So here I was projecting my adult feelings about the game onto him when he was just being a child, being mystified about the big truck on the ice. :)
What a great lesson for me! I want to look at this photo forever, slow down time, and remember that he’s still my little boy. :)
My 8 year old daughter had a bad day the other day. I was at work and my husband encouraged her to write about it, since she seems to love writing poems.
Sadness can be anywhere. Sadness can be anything. Sadness can be dropping ice cream on the floor.
Sadness can be losing your best friend. Sadness can effect you in many places, but mostly in your heart.
She’s having a better day today. :)
I awoke this morning to my three hustling and bustling around the kitchen. I heard my little one say, “This is the best day of my life!” They were all working together for a big morning celebration of our anniversary (12 years). This was completely amazing. The fact that they teamed up and truly worked together for one cause…celebrating their mom and dad, well, it was the best gift we could have received.
It’s so developmentally appropriate for children to be self involved. Isn’t wonderful when they surprise us with beautiful acts of kindness and selflessness?
I’ve been trying to encourage the kids to do some fall cleaning. My best listener big girl proceeded to throw a big pile of garbage away and I saw this paper floating on the top.
This is what it says:
Beyond the mountains
Beyond the river
Beyond the sky
I can see you so it’s true.
You can trust me guarantee you.
Make it happen
I can see from everywhere.
Hold it in
Watch the sky
Please just don’t you make me cry.
Don’t let it get to you.
Don’t get crushed
Don’t be killed by a big wind gust.
Make it happen
It’s your choice
Beyond the mountain in the sky
Please don’t let it make you cry.
You’ll see heaven
You’ll see hell
Beyond the mountains you may yell.
I’m so glad I retrieved it from the garbage. I wish I had an ounce of her creativity. :)
My son brought this thing home yesterday and all I can say is O M G !!!!
I can’t even adequately express the noises that are emanating from my home…like an elephant farting maybe?
But he loves it…for now. I mean, I can’t say I haven’t been down this path before!
Do you have any budding musicians in your home?
My boy just wrapped up a week of intensive hockey camp….well at least I thought it was intensive. I mean when you drop your 8-year-old boy off at the rink and he plays hockey for 3 and a half hours straight with just a few breaks it seems like hockey boot camp! The week was about strengthening stickhandling skills. Stickhandling is all about moving, maneuvering and gaining control over the puck.
The first hour was played on “dry land” in the blazing hot sun. The camp was led by a guy, Sean Skinner, who is a world-renowned hockey trainer. The last two hours were on the ice.
The first day home he was exhausted and starving but as the week progressed he was energized and excited, each day coming home, racing out of the car and practicing his new skills!
This is the I wonder what he’s thinking about shot………but I can pretty much guess……..daydreaming about a potential future in the NHL…..?!?!?
Any other hockey moms out there? I love it….stink and all!
disclaimer……..just so you don’t think I was a complete stalker mom at the camp….my hubs volunteered me to be the camp photographer :)
I attended field day at both kids schools over the past couple of weeks and the delight I observed was contagious!
I was so thankful the twins were playing for the same team this year…grey!
Field day really marks the beginning of the end of school, so there’s lots of joy around here.
We are saying farewell to 1st and 3rd grades!