tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116112952024-03-12T22:50:16.835-05:00Tales of a SAHMRamblings on kids, husbands and general observations of life according to this sahm.MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-12609019707525868892013-09-26T06:58:00.002-05:002013-09-26T06:58:34.090-05:00Love them where they are at"Love them where they are at"....<br />
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Ever heard this one?<br />
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I just did a few weeks ago.<br />
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People may not be where you want them to be...be it physically, emotionally, spiritually, mentally...<br />
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So if that person isn't where you are, do you say "well, forget you then"?<br />
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Sometimes you might.<br />
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If you are ready to be a wife and a mother and the guy you have been seeing for years still wants to party like a frat boy, then, yes. it may be time to cut bait.<br />
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Doesn't mean you don't love him anymore, though, right?<br />
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We have been trying to start a business that involves direct marketing.<br />
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Dont get me wrong.<br />
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I love the products. I love what they have done for me.<br />
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I hate selling stuff. I hate it even more when you are supposed to sell to your family and friends first.<br />
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Even though I know this stuff will benefit 98% of folks who try it, I still hate doing it.<br />
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I love talking about this stuff when someone asks, but otherwise... nope. I went to training this summer and another training later. I heard this phrase several times. "Love them where they are at"<br />
It is in regards to the products we sell, but can be applied to more aspects of my life.<br />
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We recently went to open house at my child's school. She has a Social Studies teacher who is very inspired to share all world cultures and religions with her. <br />
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We talked about this. I told her "Child, there are many people out there who will have other ideas about how things work, what gods they worship, what morals they have, what animals they cant eat.... Just remember, although you may not believe the same way they do, you must respect that they have the right to believe the way they do." This may possibly be a hair over her head yet. But you have to start somewhere.<br />
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The kids and I have had more and more in depth "heart" conversations recently. What it all basically boils down to is loving people where they are at. Whether they are a different religion, play a different sport, sell a different product, live a different lifestyle. You need to love them (not their action/belief) where they are. Don't expect them to change to where you are.<br />
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<br />MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-65869296194870336822013-09-26T06:40:00.001-05:002013-09-26T06:40:19.614-05:00hobby lobbyMy son's birthday party is this weekend. So being the awesome, planning mom that I am, I went searching for items for the goody bags yesterday. (BTW, I hate goody bags. I wouldn't do them if not for an incident with my daughter at her 3rd birthday party years ago ~ but I digress)<br />
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I was checking out, patient, no issues. I did have a price check thing so I ended up paying for half my order, then waiting for the price to come down then finish my stuff. <br />
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In the meantime, you can hear this hissy fit in the background. All moms and dads have heard this. This child has either been pushed too far, is hungry/sleepy, or is throwing a royal tantrum right in the middle of Hobby Lobby.<br />
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The comments start:<br />
"That child needs to go home"<br />
"That mom needs to take her child home"<br />
"Wow, will you listen to that. that is a fit"<br />
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I continue to wait for my price as the screaming child gets closer.<br />
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By now the line is about 6 deep (yall know hobby lobby - it has registers like lowes and walmart. bare minimum are open)<br />
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And guess who pops into the end?<br />
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Yep.<br />
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I literally can feel the tension grow all around me. It is almost like I can see the checkers blood pressure start to climb.<br />
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And the child is getting closer and no less calmer.<br />
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You can see the employees start to stir.<br />
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New registers are opened. <br />
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Guests in front of her are checked through.<br />
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Special provisions are extended towards the woman with the screamer, but she passes, because there are customers ahead of her.<br />
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I can see her calmly addressing her child. Speaking words we cant hear (he probably couldnt either). You can see the tension on her face.<br />
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She gets through the line, pays, then removes herself and her screaming child from the store.<br />
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The relief in the store is palpable.<br />
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I finally get my price and am checking out.<br />
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I say to the cashier "Wow, it is amazing how something like that can really raise your blood pressure"<br />
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She responds with "That child needed to be taken from the store"<br />
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Then I hear another customer "Parents are just too afraid to discipline anymore... my kids wouldn't have gotten away with that"<br />
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Next : "Someone should tell her that isnt acceptable"<br />
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Followed with "Id give that kid something to cry about."<br />
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You can hear the satisfied snorts all around.<br />
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I finish my transaction and head out of the store.<br />
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I see the woman getting her items in her car. She has gotten her child buckled already.<br />
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I start to think.<br />
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Why were we so quick to judge her?<br />
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I have been in her shoes before. Maybe I thought.. 'hey, it is just one more store, we can make it through', fully knowing that it was almost lunch time. Or maybe the kid dropped the snack she so thoughtfully prepared and now has nothing to munch on. Or maybe he hurt himself and is now reacting poorly. Maybe is just having a temper tantrum.<br />
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Unfortunately, 2 year olds don't really have a knack for acting and reacting logically and rationally. I know. Sorry to burst your bubble.<br />
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The thing I took from it is that the mom stayed so calm. Softly speaking. You could tell her words were not new. This was how she usually was able to talk him down. No wonder he didn't respond with all the daggers pointed towards him and his mom.<br />
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I was reminded again that what people show on the outside is not an adequate representation of what is going on inside. The outside is sometimes a bandaid. A costume. A face to present to the world, all while the inside is going down in flames.<br />
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Dont be quick to judge. Think. Then react. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. But everyone is not entitled to listen to it. :)<br />
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<br />MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-66986246836848133122013-05-21T18:09:00.001-05:002013-05-21T18:09:37.453-05:00Million words or lessJust found this. It is from a few years ago, 2010 I believe. It was an assignment for the parents to write a "million words or less" essay about our child. So naturally, I let the writer in the family take this be. I thought it was not only clever, but also sweet and I didn't want to lose it in the deep dark recesses of my email. Here it is:<div><br></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>Hi. My name is Tyler. Suppose it was almost 6 years ago when I met Lauren, or as my mommy and daddy like to call her, “Lolo”. I remember clearly cause I just had the most unusual mornings like ever ever ever when I met her at Methodist Willowbrook hospital. Lolo said she was also born 2 years earlier at that same hospital!! I wasn’t much interested cause I needed a shower something fierce that day let me tell ya. Anyhoo. From that day forward I called Lauren, “sister”. Still do today infact. She and I love to do things together. This summer for example… why we went to the beach in South Carolina and Galveston. We also went to Colorado and went white water rafting. We also got to go to Schlitterbahn two times! My sister loves to swim. She’s taking swimming lessons right now infact. She’s always loved the water…even declaring one time that she wanted to grow up and train Shamu at Sea World!! But I digest. Lauren and I been best friends all my life. Sure she has several girl friends she met while in her Girl Scout Troup. She’s been doin’ that for some 3 years now I guess. Lauren and I like to camp together. We camped in my backyard and she has camped with her Girl Scouts. I couldn’t camp with them because they yackity yack yack all night long. Makes my head hurt. Sister and I draw lots of pictures at home. Sister loves ART! She has drawn some amazing pictures. One thing I will NEVER do is get my nails done but Lolo loves getting her hair and nails done. When Lauren and I go to the mall… she just HAS to walk through Macy’s or Dillards. UGH!!! Give me a BREAK! It’s RALPH Lauren… not LAUREN Kersh! Good grief! She doesn’t care. I believe it was the French Romantic writer George Sand who once quipped “Vanity is the quicksand of reason.” Indeed. Oh. Yes indeed. Anyhoo. One other thing I forgot to mention that Lauren and I love to do… that’s playing with our Golden Retriever named JJ.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>OK. Here goes. I’ve never typed before because I don’t have opposing thumbs. So Bark… I mean…. so bear with me. This is JJ. I’m the dog. I’m 11. I like sleeping. Eating treats isn’t so bad either. A dog hears a lot of things being around the house. The big news riii….(yawn)..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…ght now is the new house!!!! It’s a few minutes from our house in Treeline and the backyard is awesome! My mini masters Lolo and Tyler just changed schools. I hear all the stories about how amazing, beautiful, smart, incredible, excellent, great and amazing their new teachers are. </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>(What? Me? Trying to be the school pet? Naw!)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i> </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>This is Lauren’s dad. It’s hard to know where to start when describing Lauren. She’s intelligent, thoughful, sensitive, sweet and kind. Don’t get me wrong, she has her moments like we all do where she puts her brother in a full nelson suplex but at her core she has that sweet young naivete that as her parents we never want to see disappear. Sadly, we know all too well it will one day. Her favorite restaurants are Chili’s, Chick Fil A and McDonalds. She would walk through fire for Bubblegum Ice Cream at Baskin Robbins. Lauren is the oldest grandchild of 8 grandchildren. When all the kids are together Lauren is the mother hen… constantly taking care of her younger cousins and brother. Lauren has an intense desire to learn. She’s done very well in school having earned straight As in every grade period. She likes to read. She works real hard at math but shes better in history, science and language arts. She can be shy at times but she makes friends pretty quickly. Lauren is a joy to be around and one of the sweetest kids you’ll ever meet. Between her mom, brother, dog and me… she has a family around her that loves her very very much. We look forward to the year ahead and hearing the many stories of all that she learns in your class. </i></span></p></div>MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-47587498738858580672013-04-04T09:54:00.001-05:002013-04-05T18:59:02.765-05:00CrossFit Open 2013So, I've been doing the CrossFit open which is a series of workouts you go through to qualify for regionals then for the CF games. That wasn't my goal, it was merely to see if I could do this stuff. So, this is the last week and we have chest to bar pull ups. Mercy! My initial reaction is "I can't do that", but then I'm thinking, that is what I said about the 75lb snatch and the toes to bar. Got both of those done, so why not these? <br />
***update, I just completed this last workout and did not get any chest to bar pull ups ***<br />
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What I have learned is that I have so much more to offer and give than I do daily. Why do I hold back? So, other than the torn hands, that is what I am taking from this experience. I am more than what I think I am. So, what am I going to do about it? <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pxSJMFTj1EY/UV9lRXDQGUI/AAAAAAAACUA/qYR4WplwEgE/s640/blogger-image-126895743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pxSJMFTj1EY/UV9lRXDQGUI/AAAAAAAACUA/qYR4WplwEgE/s640/blogger-image-126895743.jpg" /></a></div>MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-38587884486085906002013-03-21T10:28:00.001-05:002013-03-21T10:28:21.579-05:00SprinklersI'm just sitting here watching the sprinklers. "Why?", you may ask. Or not. I'm kind of a strange person, so many folks would just say "ok", or smile and nod. But back to the point. I'm watching the sprinklers today.<br />
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See, I just fertilized, and I have a puppy. Enough said? Let me elaborate. The puppy. Puppy. Baby teeth. Lots of chewing/eating. LOTS of chewing. So much interesting eating that I do know now exactly how big a foreign object can be in order to pass though his digestive system. TMI, I know... Now, you do too. <br />
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(See below for a pic of the cute turd we call Griffin or goober or, why yes, even turd on occasion)<br />
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Anyway, I am making sure that the sprinkler system is getting to the entire yard in order to activate or whatever the fertilizer so my dog won't come out here and think "treats" and then we have to make him vomit. (Had to do that with my sweet JJ who recently passed - not pretty. Fairly easy to do, but not pretty)<br />
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I digress.<br />
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See, earlier this week I discovered why my gerbera dasies were dying. Just in one spot. Yes, me, AKA Einstein, figured out that the sprinkler head nearest those flowers wasn't working, so I proceeded to screw, and unscrew until I almost lost the components flying through the air (some may know what I'm talking about) got drenched and still did not fix the bugar. I'm blaming nightfall. Couldn't see it anymore. Haven't gotten back to it, but that is neither here nor there.<br />
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I'm full into the spring planting thing. Fertilizing, auditing my sprinklers system, mowing through the inch think layer of pollen.....I was on my back porch a while ago and saw all the plants I was trying to keep alive through the winter. (I'm a sucker, so there were plenty). I kept thinking, I can totally get this to grow again (you know, cause I'm flush full of the power of resurrection). Why do I keep this stuff when it is obviously dead? Why do I keep high maintenance plants when it isn't my passion to tend to them as much as is needed? I let go of my garden this year. Can't do it. I let go of the tropical plants I thought for sure would come back. They won't. <br />
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Do you know how good I feel? Strange? I can go out of my back porch and see living things... Not constant reminders of my failures. Those plants that I couldn't keep alive. Do you know how much that messes with your head? "Couldn't keep that one alive". Ugh<br />
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So, this Is what i challenge whomever is reading to do (ha, just ended with a preposition). Take back your back porch. Make it your sanctuary. Throw away the dead stuff. You will feel so much better.<br />
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Now. I am going to look at that sprinkler head again. Wish me luck.<br />
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Now, I'm not saying I am never thanked for the thing I do and the house, not at all. My family does a great job at that. But you know, " yay mom, you did laundry " just doesn't have the same oomph as " yay lynda, you really nailed that project." <br />
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I digress<br />
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So, what I have had to do to keep direction in my life is set my own goals. Be it repainting the house, making quilts or doing something physical, I set goals.<br />
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Last year I set a goal to run a half marathon. Four months of training and I did it. Very proud of myself. This year for a physical goal I am stumped. I don't want to do another half. Did the mud run thing last year. Did a super sprint tri. Maybe I will do a sprint tri. It is a bit longer...<br />
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So my crossfit box starts talking about the crossfit open. Anyone can enter. I haven't a chance in hades to make it past this round, but I thought it would be fun. We found out what the first workout is tonight. Fun isn't the word I will use for this.<br />
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I realized that this may be my physical challenge goal this year. I can so talk my way out of doing it. I mean really, I physically can't do a 100 Or a 120 lb snatch. I just can't. But I can challenge myself to do the best I can. I know without a doubt, if I talk myself out of this, I will fail. I will regret. <br />
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That is a strange thing, but also a gift...I know I will regret if I don't do. I can see it before. I don't have to wait. <br />
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So here it is. My goal. I have expectations. I will either meet them or fall short. Here is my measuring stick.<br />
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God help me.<br />
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Had to post this for a link. Interesting read. A little old, but interesting none the less. Something a lot of women I come across have issues with. It is embarrassing, but common. MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-40844222247730139992012-09-26T14:43:00.001-05:002012-09-26T14:43:24.146-05:00RunningI like to run. I never used to. In fact I would whine (albeit quietly) when my swim coach wanted to add laps to our dry land workouts. Hated it. Hated them. Hate.<br />
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So, on the cusp of turning 30, I decided I wanted to start to run. Looking back, I am not sure why. Perhaps I started thinking about the things I wanted to accomplish in my life... my bucket list. I decided I wanted to run in a marathon. Fast forward a few years...<br />
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First, I came to my senses: I decided a half would be adequate. Really... 26 miles? That is insane. <br />
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Anyway - I have made it my goal this year, a mere few years before I hit my next age milestone (29 again, of course) to accomplish this task. I have selected a race. I have found the website. I have checked the date with my husband. They even have kid fun run races while I am running...<br />
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I have not registered. <br />
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Why is it that my heart is beating out of my chest just TO REGISTER! YIKES.<br />
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I have given myself a deadline to register. I will and can do this. I am week 3 into my training, so I know I can do it physically (I mean really - they give you 3.5 hours to complete the race - I could walk fast and do it in that time) It is just squeezing the trigger.<br />
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If I wait until everything is lines up perfectly, I may just miss this opportunity and kill my goal. Is this what I want?MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-68004349472887332592012-06-20T10:32:00.004-05:002012-06-20T10:32:45.251-05:00Got duped todaySo, I have been doing CrossFit for a few months now. We are participating in an Advocare 24 day cleanse and are on day 16. I am feeling good. Looking better and my weight is down almost 12 pounds. Feeling strong, but I digress.<br />
So we are going to do Fran today. For those of you who don't know, some of CrossFit's more common workouts are named. Some are named after men, some women and some for the event they are created for. Real funny names sometimes. Filthy Fifty is one of my personal favorites. No, not the workout, the name. Big difference.<br />
Anyway, today was Fran. 21-15-9 of thrusters and pull-ups. I can't do a pull-up, so I do ring rows. <br />
We had a bunch of ladies in our class today which means the 15# bars went fast. I ended up with what I thought was a 33# bar. No prob. Since this was my first Fran, I was told to start at 35#, then add weight as I needed. So I tossed on 2 2.5#, tested the weight and called it good.<br />
Away we went. The first 21 thrusters were ok, the second 15 were tougher, by the last 9 I thought I just may die.<br />
But I finished. 5:56. Not too shabby for my first Fran.<br />
We were stretching after and noticed my trainer had put my time and 50# next to my name. I thought "Sure, that looks good, but I need to come clean and let her know I only did 38#."<br />
Still stretching, it dawns on me that what I thought was a 33# bar that I grabbed, was actually a 45# bar, so I really did do the 50# thrusters. <br />
Ha. I would never have willingly done that much, but I still did it. <br />
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Funny. Maybe I should always blindly pick my bars. Never know what you really can do when you get your mind out of the way!<br />
<br />MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-80452321492394629382012-06-04T10:01:00.000-05:002012-06-04T10:23:50.970-05:00Hijacked from another<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, I was having lunch with a few girlfriends back in March and one of them mentioned doing the trigirl in May. It sounded really fun, so I signed up. I chose the first timers wave, I didn’t want to get manhandled (or rather woman-handled) too much this first time out.<br />
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<nbsp> The weeks before the event, I set out to train as best I could. In between CrossFit workouts, I spent my days off riding, running, and going from bike to run as often as I could.
The day of the race, I woke at 4:45am, got in the car with the husband and kids and off we went. We arrived at 6am, giving me a good 45 min to set up transition, double check transistion, and warm up.
Heading down towards the start I was freezing. Looking at the water, I wondered why I thought this may be fun. Once the air horn blew, we were off. </nbsp><br />
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<nbsp>I was about midway deep in our wave of 98. We got in the water and I figured, “lets go”, so I scrambled my way in between the crowd, getting to a position where I didn’t have anyone directly in front of me. The water was choppy and my nice pretty freestyle was not happening. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t stay in a straight line, so I did what I could and swam breaststroke for the majority of the swim. That was hard.
Fortunately, one of the many ways to volunteer at this tri is to be a water-helper-outer person. I am sure there is a more formal name, but these are the guys who are waiting in the water on the boat ramp to help pull you out at the completion of your swim. I was really glad to see him. He pulled and I was out. Whew! Off to transition and the bike I went. </nbsp><br />
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<nbsp> The bike leg was fun… lots of downhill… exhilarating… then we had to go back up…. not quite as exhilarating… but such is life. By the completion of the bike, I had calculated that my time goal was within reach as long as I just kept going. </nbsp><br />
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<nbsp>Transition from bike to run was entertaining. My legs were jello and it took a good half mile to feel normal again. My feet were wet too. This was my hardest leg. So close to finish, yet so long to go. I had to keep repeating to myself over and over, “Not much longer”, “breathe”, “I can do this”. And I did. </nbsp><br />
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<nbsp> I had a little comic relief on the way to the finish. I could see the finish line banner and I was going to give whatever I had left. I started to pass and someone and shouted “on your left” . When I got even with her, she looked at me, yelled “You are not passing me!” and she picked up her pace (I think i will see the image of her for the rest of my life... priceless). I told her we will finish together, hard, holding nothing back. And we did, she held to my pace for a while, but did fall back. I finished strong. I didn’t achieve my time goal, but got darn close. I am proud of my performance.
I have only been training seriously since November and only recently added a strength regimen. I am excited to see how much I can improve in the weeks and months ahead. I am currently shopping for a road bike and looking forward to my next sprint tri in October.</nbsp>MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-60743081451522567002012-01-03T09:30:00.003-06:002012-01-03T09:42:25.928-06:00Life in 2012Nov 7, 2010 was my last post. Since no one reads this anyway, it doesnt really matter. So lets just say my last post was last week, k?<br /><br />So now I have no kids at home, no ailing parent to comfort, I am aimlessly wondering what am I to do now? Could I finally finish moving into my house? Could I finally finish those nagging projects I started oh so long ago? Can I finally focus on taking care of myself? Hmmmm. Interesting thoughts.<br /><br />On that thought, I have been stalking pinterest.com lately. Wow, talk about crack for the soul. I literally spent 3 hours on that site yesterday looking for ideas on making a valentines wreath (I blame my mother in law - back to that in a minute), and I found those and many many more cool things that me, a relatively well educated woman in my (ahem) mid thirties could easily do. I have a few crafty skills. I can do this.... I already made a few cookies from that site. Mostly they were good.<br /><br />Anyway, back to my mother in law. She is very sweet. In fact, that is why she is to blame for the wreath thing. While she was at my house last fall watching my kids while I was taking care of my Dad, she bought a fall wreath. It was really pretty and looked really nice on my door. So, when Christmas came, I actually made a wreath. No, it wasnt my idea, I totally plagerized it, but it turned out really nice. Made one for my mom and one of her friends too. So now that I have taken my decorations down, I am in need of the next door hanger. I have my standard, no holiday, boring, blah one. But I don't want that one. I am finally feeling not blah, so I believe my front door should reflect that. Strange logic, I know, but that is how I roll. <br /><br />I found some really cute ideas. Some fabric that look easy to one with felt that looks like it would take a long time... don't know if I am into that. I am still a short attention span kind of girl.<br /><br />I finally finished a quilt for my mom for Christmas. I thought it was really pretty. I wanted to keep it for myself, but that would be wrong. I have found a pattern for the next one. I have to decide if this one I will keep, or if I will give it to my brother for his wedding. That would be nice of me... wonder if I will be nice. I have like 11 months to be naughty before I have to be nice again.... at least that is how I think it works... Noel may agree... he he.<br /><br />So, carry on. Maybe I will do this regularly now. I think that it would be cool to give a copy of this blog to my kids one day so that they have proof to give the doctors when they want me committed... he he.MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-64321417126008847712010-11-07T20:45:00.002-06:002010-11-07T20:57:31.988-06:00The MoveMoving stinks. Moving twice stinks more. We just completed our move into our new house. It is really a beautiful house. Way more than I ever thought was possible for us to achieve. But for the Grace of God, we did. I am still excited to see what all He has in store for us here. Should be a wild ride. Has been so far!<br /><br />But I digress. Like I said, moving stinks. But, it provides you with the age old, irrefutable excuse... " We lost it in the move".<br /><br />So far we have lost a camera and a Brownie vest that I can think of right now. The rough part is that we don't know we are missing them until we need them. So, it may be years before I know I lost something. The good side is that I can clean my kids rooms... mwah ha ha! Goodwill and NAM are the beneficiaries of all our "losses". <br /><br />Lauren has been living out of boxes for 6 weeks now. I finally had a sit down with her and explained that if she didn't do it, I was. She replied to me "I don't like it when you clean my room". SUCCESS! So what did she do all day long today???<br /><br />Yep. 5 empty cardboard boxes down for the count!<br /><br />The Salvation Army is coming on Tuesday. We have 2 refrigerators, a bookshelf, a dresser, a bike and numerous small items to give them. YAY! We may actually <whispering> be able to park in our garage soon </whispering>. SHHH<br /><br />With all the moving, the hardest part for me is the loss of the neighbors as friends. I am not saying that they are no longer my friends, it is just that you establish a different kind of friendship with your neighbors. It is one of convenience, not necessarily shared interest or something. We will see how they survive. I am confident in one... not so much in many others. <br /><br />But with the loss of old comes the entry of new. Several neat ladies are my new neighbors. The one next door openly decries Christianity, so we will see what happens there. They no longer scoff when we say we are going to church... so that is good. Lifestyle evangelism will be essential with these folks... it is like they are just waiting for us to fail... too bad they wont understand we all fail.<br /><br />I digress again. <br /><br />Looking forward to seeing what my life becomes now. Unemployed, stay at home mom to 2 kids in school. Hm. We shall see. maybe I will take up skydiving. Maybe not.MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-69328578946100654922010-05-06T08:38:00.002-05:002010-05-06T08:49:29.811-05:00June 22, 2009Yep, that was the last time I posted a blog entry. It is my passion, i guess.. hm.<br /><br />I have had loads of things to write about, but I forgot every one of them. Oh well. Will try to do better. <br /><br />The final days of Tyler being at home with me are here. We have exactly 10 more days of preschool. YIKES. Then a long summer and he starts Kinder. I thought that I would be excited about this, but in truth, I believe I will cry like a baby and wander around wondering what I am supposed to do now. So, I am trying to figure that out now. Do I work? Full time? Part time? Volunteer a bunch? ugh. <br /><br />It is also the final days of the Kersh family living at 14331. We have been here 11 years and the stuff is astronomical. Along with the stuff are memories though. Some good, some bad but all memories. I know we will make new ones in the new house and the kids will barely remember this place when they are old, but this house with all its pimples and rashes will stay in my heart forever. I really really pray that the new owners will love this home as much as we have and will find happiness here. UGH, oh well. We start moving in another week, and close in 2 1/2. HOPEFULLY all the folks we have moved over the past 11 years will lend a helping hand. he he.<br /><br />What else... pray for me next year. I will be in a new house, without a job, without a kid and not knowing my neighbors. My life will be unrecognizable from the life I lead right now. I am excited to see what God has in store for me. He has to have a grand task, this move has really been way too perfect for Him not to have orchestrated it from the beginning. We shall see, huh?MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-52267473645944340632009-06-22T20:14:00.003-05:002009-06-22T20:24:16.523-05:00FacialSo, my sweet husband bought me a gift card for a massage last year for Mother's Day. Very nice, right? Well it seems as though I had a terrible time finding a good time to go and use it. It expired on May 31, 2009 so on May 29th I went.<br /><br />Just in the nick of time. <br /><br />I did decide to have a facial instead of the massage though. So off I went.<br /><br />Very relaxing. A little bit of pain during the "extractions" but overall very nice and my skin felt oh so smooth afterward.<br /><br />Now in the meantime, my husband was home alone with the kids. 9 times out of 10 this is no good for the green team (that is me... I am the only one with green eyes, so the blue team - everyone else - tend to team up against me.)<br /><br />I walk in the door and I was talking to a friend on the phone.. I wander into my room and my daughter follows me in... "Mommy" (note the disregard that I am talking to someone else) "Mommy - your face looks nice!" <br /><br />"Thank you sweetheart" then she leaves...<br /><br />Not five steps out the door - "OK Dad. I told her!"<br /><br /><br />Nice<br /><br /><br /><br />Later that day Noel and I were going to finish our fence project we had started the weekend before. I kept telling him to go to the store (read "gently reminding him to go to the store") to get the lumber we needed for the project.<br /><br />Before he goes, we decide to play a little family style picture Bingo. <br /><br />I win the first game and Daddy wins the next 4. Sonshine is getting frustrated and simply states "Dad. It is time for you to go to the store." <br /><br />A family history of poor losers perhaps?MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-11394137632714082852009-06-22T19:25:00.006-05:002009-06-22T19:33:52.623-05:00Summer PoolSo, it is crazy hot this summer, right? Just officially the start of summer yesterday and I am already paying over $200 for electricity... Goodness knows what it will be in Aug... yikes..<br /><br />So, I was looking at the Sunday paper and saw that Target had their blow up pools on sale... so I got one. Went to Target, got the pool, brought it home.<br /><br />Little man decided that I was not able to swim in it. I didn't think much about this... just thought he was just talking... you know... cause that is what he does now...<br /><br />Anyway, when Noel gets home, little man lets him in on the plan... "After dinner, you, me and sister are going to blow up the pool and go swimming." <br /><br />Noel doesn't really think about it and goes "OK"<br /><br />I inform him that I was not included in the pool group.<br /><br />He asked why<br /><br />"Because she isn't on the box."<br /><br />(Duh!)<br /><br />Apparently on the box, there is a girl, a boy and the dad. Thus I was not able to swim in the pool.<br /><br />Noels thoughts were that the mom was the one taking the picture.<br /><br />I told him "No.... Mom blew the thing up, so she is over passed out on the grass!"<br /><br />I love 4 year old logic.MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-12866952314304369562009-02-15T18:48:00.002-06:002009-02-15T19:00:58.246-06:00"Pona"So my daughter has been playing on the computer alot, right? I have been doing the "proper parenting" thing and checking what she is doing and all that. So, the other day she asks me ...<br />"Mom. Do we have Microsoft Word?"<br />Me: "Yes."<br />Her: "Where is it?"<br />Me: "Let me show you."<br /><br /> (note the absence of my questioning her about why she wants it - I can figure that out later - gotta love auto save)<br /><br />A little while later I am reading and I hear her voice from the computer room :<br /><br />Her: "Mom"<br />Me: "Yes?"<br />Her: "How do you spell 'pona'"<br />Me: "Huh?"<br />Her: "How do you spell 'pona'?"<br />(surely I have misheard her. Years of vocabulary words float through my mind... Is she saying 'Pony'? No. 'Pawn'? No. hmmmm<br /><br />Her: "MOM!"<br />Me: "Yes?"<br />Her: "How do you spell 'pona'?"<br />Me: (i give up) "P-O-N-A"<br />Her: "thanks!"<br /><br />I forgot about it.<br /><br />So today I am listening to her play on the computer.<br /><br />Her: "Mom! I opened Microsoft Word."<br />Me: "OK"<br />Her: "Now I can type. I called it 'Lauren'" <br /><br />(she actually saved her document and renamed it lauren. I don't know how she knew to do this)<br /><br /><br />Tonight I get on my computer and notice her document is open....<br />I read it and what do you suppose it says?<br /><br /><br />"Once a pona time......"<br /><br /><br />he heMrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-38185381199905154632008-04-25T08:09:00.000-05:002008-06-14T23:47:34.478-05:00It is all talk!Little man, who isn't so little anymore, is really starting to talk. Except for the incredibly annoying mimics of his sister, he has really picked up some cute words. The other day he said both "Dangerous" and "Ridiculous" without his sister's help. Just out of no where. "Mommy, we cant go swimming in the deep end... that is dangerous"... "Mommy, don't put that on your head... that is ridiculous".<br /><br />Wha?<br /><br />Anyway, this is a long way from where he was at Christmastime.... He decided to put a "Y" sound at the end of most every word. "Sister-y... can I have some of your water-y?" I thought that it was cute..... Sister, not so much. Baby girl has actually asked me and darling dear not to call her by her name when little man is around. "Mom (I am mom to her now... not mommy anymore) ..actually more like 'Moooooooom' don't call me by my name. I don't want my brother to use my name (?). I want him to call me 'sister'." Of course, she does not call big man 'brother', so I don't get it. whatever.<br /><br />Baby girl also picked up this annoying phrase at Christmas too. (gotta love grade school). "Big 'ole" has entered the house! "Mom... can you get me a 'big ole' drink... I am thirsty". Yowsers. Then again, a few months ago, husband and I were in bed on Sat morning fighting the sun from rising (it always seems to though) and baby girl wanted to know what we were going to do that day. "I dunno.. what do you want to do?"<br /><br />"Let's go to the mall and loiter."<br /><br />HUH? Really?<br /><br />"So, darling daughter... what does loiter mean"<br /><br />"You know... just hang out."<br /><br />Wow. Chalk a positive up for grade school cause I am 98% certain that I don't use that word in my everyday conversations...<br /><br />We do still have issues with some words though.<br /><br />With both of them "ambulance" really gets them tongue tied. It usually ends up "aliens". As in "Mom - listen - can you hear the aliens?"<br /><br />"No" (as I look to the sky for the UFO I am sure is hovering overhead with their sirens and bells blazing.)<br /><br />Ever since my mom was in the hospital for a week or so this Spring, now they play "Aliens" and race to the hospital. whatever.<br /><br />T still has an issue with the "L" sound. He finally got the "L" back in "please". But the "Fl" sound is really tripping him up. So, instead of, "Mommy, my flip flops are on the floor" it is "Mommy, my blip blops are on the bloor". Now, I know I am his mom, but that is WAY CUTE!MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-82647720192712012752008-04-07T20:41:00.000-05:002008-04-07T20:50:59.246-05:00Shake it!So, it is 3 years and 6 months since the birth of my son. He FINALLY decides that it is time to use the potty on a regular basis (and the angels sing "ALLELUIA")<br /><br />So, we started tinkling on the potty. Then we started pooping on the potty. (This is nasty... we are using a small potty and what goes in there must be transferred to the big potty - nasty). Now my big boy needed to learn how to stand and use the potty. From the beginning, I told my husband that he would have to be the one to teach him how to do this as I just don't have those parts. <br /><br />When I came home from school one day and casually mentioned that my son's preschool teachers had started to teach him, my husband was a little peeved. (Apparently this was a right of passage that had been violated) so I told him to get to work. <br /><br />At a visit to Nana's house, we heard the familiar call " Mama, I need to go potty" which was answered with "NOEL - GO". As my husband chases my son into the bathroom he is trying to remember why this was so important for HIM to teach my son this....<br /><br />Noel comes out of the restroom a few minutes later in tears. (laughing ones) He says that after my son went potty, he told him to "Shake it". Now, to older boys and men, this is common knowledge. To a three year old boy who is used to dancing around the house, this is an invitation to cut a rug, so he shakes it. (think "come on baby, lets do the twist").<br /><br />Wowsers. That was funny.MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-40932595493820552152008-02-20T13:17:00.000-06:002008-04-07T21:11:02.479-05:00Update on the binkyI was reading some of my old posts and came across one talking about Tyler's pacifier. Yes, the pacifier is gone. We had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">passy</span> passing ceremony on his 3rd birthday. I am pretty embarrassed that it took that long, but at three, we kicked that habit. <br />We had his party, opened presents, had cake, everyone left, then it was time. We pulled the trash can up to him. We had been explaining to him for weeks that 3 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">olds</span> don't use <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">binkies</span> anymore and that when he turns 3 that he wouldn't have it anymore. He seemed to be on board.<br />But when the time came, he threw his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">binky</span> into the trash.... then took it out again. "No, you can't do that. It is time for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">binky</span> to go bye-bye." "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">NOOOOO</span> I want my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">binky</span>".... yep it went on and on for about 30 minutes that night. I just sat on the couch and cried and cried. Why was that so emotional to me? I even went and got it out of the trash, washed it and had it in my hand for when I just couldn't take it anymore.<br />He finally fell asleep. we went through the same routine for another 2 weeks, but then I guess he forgot about it.<br />I think that was the last thing that made him truly a baby and since he will be my last, I suppose I was mourning that again. Not sure, maybe I was just hormonal. It sometimes happens that way.<br /><br />Thinking of this story reminds me of when my daughter gave hers up. (it wasn't a willing thing). She chewed up her last one one night and I couldn't find another one to send with her to mothers day out the next day. her teacher assured me that she would be OK and she was for the most part. (apart from the incessant "I wan ma <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Binky</span>" in the car and in bed for about 2 weeks).<br /><br />I remember when we brought my son home from the hospital and we had fresh, new, clean <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Binkies</span> for him. I remember seeing the look in her eye... like having an open bottle of tequila in front of an alcoholic. I am sure that she took a few drags from the new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Binky</span>, but I suppose that she decided that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be so she left them alone. She decided her new mission concerning the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Binky</span> was to keep track of it and make sure that it was in her brothers mouth at all times... he was much quieter that way... :)MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-828365680209112522007-11-13T23:00:00.000-06:002007-11-13T23:21:14.036-06:00Sodom and GomorrahLong story.<br /><br /><br /><br />My daughter loves to read bedtime stories at night... of course she does 1) it is fun to have someone read to you and 2) it delays the inevitable that the lights will be turned off and she will have to go to sleep. (Why did we hate this so much as kids... I would love to go to bed early <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every night</span>.....)<br /><br /><br /><br />So, trying to be the well balanced mom that I think I can be, I thought that it would be great to get her a kids Bible with lots of pictures and stories of the Bible. I thought that we could read them together and learn and talk and really enjoy growing up and learning about God together.<br /><br /><br /><br />So on her Birthday we give her this Bible and a pair of Dora pajamas. Guess which one she liked the best. I did get the obligatory "Oh wow mom... thanks" when she opened the Bible, but then she set it aside and did not pick it back up for weeks. This hurt... you know I wrote a very sweet note in the cover hoping that she would treasure it as much as I treasured giving it to her... NOPE... I think that this comes with her learning empathy which I have been told doesn't come for another couple of years.<br /><br /><br /><br />OK, so now the real reason for the post.<br /><br /><br /><br />So when we finally decide to read it at night, she gets about 3 a night. Soon enough she picks out her favorite stories. The one she really focused on was Sodom and Gomorrah. Not sure if it was the pictures of the fires or the picture of Lots wife turning into salt... but she LOVES that story. I think she gets it though....<br /><br /><br /><br />One day we were travelling down the road to church. There is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McDonalds</span> pretty much across the street from our church which we used to go to before/during/after church activities. I say used to because on this day we looked for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">McDonalds</span> and it was no longer there. The only thing that was left was a big pile of rocks.<br /><br />So my daughter is in the backseat and asks what happened... I say "Looks like it was torn down"<br /><br />Silence in the back seat.<br /><br />"I guess Mr. McDonald looked back"<br /><br />Now tell me the child isn't paying attention.<br /><br />I was rolling!<br /><br />So, after weeks waiting and waiting we drive back past this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">McDonalds</span>. This time it is my son's turn. "Look Mom... Bob Builder"<br /><br />Huh?<br /><br />There was a construction crew building the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">McDonalds</span> back. Bob Builder apparently.<br /><br />So now it is the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">McDonalds</span> that Bob Builder Built.<br /><br />I bet that they didn't know that, huh?MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-59629535638435717162007-09-28T16:52:00.000-05:002008-04-07T21:00:01.731-05:00What my kids don't have or do.Our kids don't use bar soap. Yes, my kids are clean, but they use shower gel or liquid soap. Even washing their hands, they use liquid soap. I can still almost smell the smell of ivory. You know, I remember using that last little bit... trying to rub soap into nothingness.... I remember carving soap into cool statues... (was I the only one to do that?)... I even put the soap in my drawers as a "sachet". My kids don't even know what dove is and they are really confused why they can't touch the soap I have in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">their</span> bathroom for visitors... they don't understand that when they rub their eyes, it will burn...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ahh</span> the memories.<br /><br /><br /><br />Our kids don't have to wait to see a picture. They don't even know what a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Polaroid</span> is. Even my 2 year old says "Me see it" after I take his picture. I get in big trouble when I don't let him see it. I have a long <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">explanation</span> ahead of me when I take his picture with my Nikon or something. UGH. I wonder if this is why my daughter is such a ham in pictures.....<br /><br /><br /><br />Our kids don't have plain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bandaids</span>. You know, the kind that ripped of every hair you had on your skin and sometimes even the scab itself. What a bunch of pansies. Now they have to have "sensitive" ones or character ones. But you know, it did take me a while to figure out that I would rather spend $5.00 a month on a few boxes on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bandaids</span> for my kids to put on then take right off, then to listen to them whine about an "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">owie</span>" that I can't see.<br /><br /><br /><br />Our kids don't have under-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">roos</span>. At least I haven't found them. Yes, there are character underwear, but it just isn't the same, you know?MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-73714417539428551442007-08-26T23:42:00.000-05:002007-11-13T23:08:19.449-06:00I don't need you anymoreSo I was enjoying this new found free time that I get two times a week now that my kids are back in school... Really nice. You know almost to the point that I am reciting to myself " <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Absense</span> makes the heart grow fonder"... Then reality hits.<br /><br /><br /><br />After school we decided to go out and play in the front yard. I figure.. hey... why the kids are playing, I will get the yard work done, right?<br /><br />Well I did. No big story there.<br /><br />So my daughter gets thirsty as she always does when we are playing outside. It is like the little girls who instantly have to go potty when they see a public restroom...when my daughter sees the outside fridge (dubbed the "beer fridge" - funny because 95% of the time is has NO beer in it - I digress) she gets thirsty. There are lots of fun things in there like bottled water, soda and juice boxes. YUMMY.<br /><br />So she chooses a Sunny Delight. <br /><br />Seeing that this was her drink of choice, I stop what I am doing to watch her tackle the lid. As I have been stopped many times already, I choose not to continue what I am doing, merely to be stopped again, so I wait... and wait... and wait. I finally ask... "Do you need mommy to help you open that?"<br /><br />I am met with a resounding "No!. I don't need you anymore."<br /><br />Now, she didn't mean it as hateful or quite to the extent in which I took it of course, but it did hurt... not the "Wow that was rude - Did I teach her that?" hurt.. more the " well if she doesn't need me for that anymore... what am I going to do...."<br /><br />Fortunately, she answered my unasked question fairly quickly...<br /><br />"Well, I still need you to tie my shoes - I can't make the loops."<br /><br />At least I am still useful for something...MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-35189236456745007092007-08-26T23:19:00.000-05:002007-08-26T23:40:42.859-05:00Twas the Night before Kindergarten...Twas the night before Kindergarten and all through the house, not a creature was stirring... except for Mom who has checked daughter's backpack eight times... has verified her bus number three times, has checked the clothes that she is wearing tomorrow five times and just keeps pacing back and forth in front of the door...<br /><br />How did this happen? When did she get so big? I know that I have to relinquish some control... I will no longer know everything that she is doing every part of the day... sure I know that her recess is at a certain time, her lunch is at a certain time and other times she is in her classroom... but what is she doing? Is she behaving? I hope so. I guess this is the first true test of the foundation that we have tried to build in her.<br /><br />I am really going to miss her.. but how excited I am for her... She is just going to THRIVE! It would be like me holding onto a butterfly's cocoon and not letting it hatch to not send her this year. And really.. what would I do with the child this year... I could barely entertain her over the summer months. I really can't wait for her to sit with me and try to read on her own.. how DO they learn that??? I can't wait to hear about her new friends... I am scared that she will be made fun of, but I guess we all have been through that and we all survived... and maybe learned a thing or two in the process.<br /><br />I have three more years with my son at home. Fortunately (or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">un</span>- depending on the day) I have almost an extra year with him that I didn't have with my daughter because of their birthdays... I think my son will need a little extra time.. he is pushing three and still thinks that the potty is his enemy...<br /><br />Once again the words you always hear are ringing in my ears... "Cherish these days.. they grow up so fast". Man I hated hearing that.. not that I thought that it was true.. just that I heard them from everyone it seemed. Looking back with my daughter I believe it. With my son, I still can't picture it. Funny how that is.<br /><br />I am looking forward to parenting older children... I do love my kids at this age.. they are so fun.. but I can just see it getting better and better as they grow older. I can't wait to become their friend...all in due time I suppose.<br /><br />Until then, I will just sit here pacing until exhaustion takes over and I crash. I still have to get my son ready for preschool, so I have lots to do tomorrow... thank goodness... I will bring my tissues to the bus stop.MrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11611295.post-15253732711103299972007-07-31T18:45:00.001-05:002007-11-13T23:24:40.374-06:00Star WarsWe had a friend come over on the weekend and he was the oldest of the kids... so when the younger kids were getting ready to go to bed, he asked to watch Star Wars. I told him OK, but after the younger kids went to bed. My daughter overheard this so the next day she is so excited... "Mom! Can we watch 'Star Hores' now?" (Now, say that aloud. I didn't spell it correctly)<br /><br />"Weh...Weh..., Baby... Wars"<br /><br />He heMrsMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637532415579967600noreply@blogger.com0