Today is "one of those days". I've got the allergy thing going on, and my voice is very tired and soft. The only problem with this is that my kids seem to not listen even more than normal. I'm probably wrong, but I sense that they know I'm not at my best, and they're capitalizing on it.
For example, this morning, Amy got into a piece of candy. She asked, "Can I have this?" and I said, "No, not right now." She then proceeded to open the wrapper and pop it into her mouth. Wow. Did she just not hear me tell her no? Or did she figure that because I'm not feeling that great means that I'll just let her keep it?
Well, I'm one tough mama because I took it out of her mouth and threw it away. I told her why. She tried to kick me.
Anyway, now it is naptime, and both girls are in bed. I'm feeling like I could eat my way through a bathtub full of Snickers bars, but I can't. Because Amy just got out of bed.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Lucy Cracks Me Up!
Here are two really cute things Lucy said this weekend. I wanted to write them down so I can remember them a long time from now. Enjoy a good laugh courtesy of Lucy.
Saturday night before the luau at the University of Puget Sound:
Announcement over loudspeaker: If you are the driver of a (insert car make and model here), please move your vehicle to another parking space, as you are parked on top of an art student's project.
Lucy: Do I go here?
Me: No.
Lucy: (sounding relieved) Oh, so it's not MY artwork.
Sunday morning in the car on the way to church:
Lucy: Look, Mom, that car in front of us says, "Toyota".
Me: You're right.
Lucy: You know who Toyota is, don't you?
Me: No.
Lucy: He's that little green guy with the funny ears in Star Wars.
David: I think you mean "Yoda".
Lucy: Well, that's his nickname, but his real name is "Toyota".
I'm still giggling over that second one.
Saturday night before the luau at the University of Puget Sound:
Announcement over loudspeaker: If you are the driver of a (insert car make and model here), please move your vehicle to another parking space, as you are parked on top of an art student's project.
Lucy: Do I go here?
Me: No.
Lucy: (sounding relieved) Oh, so it's not MY artwork.
Sunday morning in the car on the way to church:
Lucy: Look, Mom, that car in front of us says, "Toyota".
Me: You're right.
Lucy: You know who Toyota is, don't you?
Me: No.
Lucy: He's that little green guy with the funny ears in Star Wars.
David: I think you mean "Yoda".
Lucy: Well, that's his nickname, but his real name is "Toyota".
I'm still giggling over that second one.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Post of Complete Randomness Relating to Parenting
I am learning that the older my kids get, the less I know or understand about parenting. With a newborn, it's simple...baby cries, and it's one of three things: baby is hungry, baby is tired, or baby needs a diaper change. It's really not all that complicated. But figuring out why an older child collapses into hysterics over something seemingly unimportant is incredibly baffling. And it shouldn't be. I parked my butt in a desk at an institution of higher learning for 4 years to get a piece of paper that says I know a fair amount of information about the world around me, and I spend most days confused beyond belief.
I love being a mother, but it is HARD WORK. I can't think about my future as a parent because I get overwhelmed by it all. My days are already packed full of my children's lives, and it seems like some days I can hardly fit everything in. What will I do when they become teenagers?! By then, I hope they are all able to dress and feed themselves independently. I also hope that I can stop sounding like a CD that skips and says, "Brush your teeth." over and over and over again. (I was going to call myself a broken record, but really, CDs have been around since I was 5 or 6.) When I get to the day that I only have to say things once and have my kids actually listen and do what I ask is something I dream about on a regular basis. (That, and getting a large and generous banana split all to myself.) For now, I just get to repeat everything ad nauseum and try not to get too upset when I've said the sentence "Please get dressed." for the 12th time in 10 minutes.
And how about guilt? Oh, I am almost consumed by it sometimes. I feel guilty if I am too tired to read some nights. I feel guilty when my kids don't like what I serve for dinner and so they don't really eat anything and I put them to bed without dessert or even a decent bowl of cereal. I feel guilty when Lucy says, "Can I sleep in your bed?" and I tell her, "Not tonight." I could go on and on. I try to remind myself that a good parent sets limits, and also takes care of themselves sometimes. And the kids won't starve to death overnight.
Wow...all of this introspection is making me tired. Even Benedryl doesn't work this well! I guess I just needed to put this out there and let go of it. Tomorrow is always another day. Such a comforting thought. If you made it through this meandering mess of thoughts, kudos to you! Don't worry, I won't make this a habit.
Gina
I love being a mother, but it is HARD WORK. I can't think about my future as a parent because I get overwhelmed by it all. My days are already packed full of my children's lives, and it seems like some days I can hardly fit everything in. What will I do when they become teenagers?! By then, I hope they are all able to dress and feed themselves independently. I also hope that I can stop sounding like a CD that skips and says, "Brush your teeth." over and over and over again. (I was going to call myself a broken record, but really, CDs have been around since I was 5 or 6.) When I get to the day that I only have to say things once and have my kids actually listen and do what I ask is something I dream about on a regular basis. (That, and getting a large and generous banana split all to myself.) For now, I just get to repeat everything ad nauseum and try not to get too upset when I've said the sentence "Please get dressed." for the 12th time in 10 minutes.
And how about guilt? Oh, I am almost consumed by it sometimes. I feel guilty if I am too tired to read some nights. I feel guilty when my kids don't like what I serve for dinner and so they don't really eat anything and I put them to bed without dessert or even a decent bowl of cereal. I feel guilty when Lucy says, "Can I sleep in your bed?" and I tell her, "Not tonight." I could go on and on. I try to remind myself that a good parent sets limits, and also takes care of themselves sometimes. And the kids won't starve to death overnight.
Wow...all of this introspection is making me tired. Even Benedryl doesn't work this well! I guess I just needed to put this out there and let go of it. Tomorrow is always another day. Such a comforting thought. If you made it through this meandering mess of thoughts, kudos to you! Don't worry, I won't make this a habit.
Gina
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Easter Pictures
Despite a very busy day, I was able to get a few pictures of the girls in their Easter dresses. They all looked beautiful! Apparently, I need to get back to studying my photography books and practicing with my camera. These are a little lame...I'll chalk it up to staying up too late the night before and getting up too early Sunday morning. Enjoy anyway.
More to come!
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