My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Simon's first (lost) tooth

This happened this month:

And Simon couldn't be happier!  He didn't want anyone to yank it out prematurely, so it dangled by a thread for the longest time.  When it finally came out he was pleased as punch.  He was super excited to put it under his pillow that night for the tooth fairy to bring him "a prize."

So I was surprised and confused when he came out about a half hour after being tucked into bed.  His eyes were red, and he had obviously been crying.  I put him on my lap and asked what was the matter.  He whispered his answer in my ear:

"What happens if you want to keep your tooth, but you really want the prize too?"

It melted my heart.  Simon is usually such a tough guy, with some serious bargaining skills!  I told him I thought the tooth fairy would totally understand.  We composed a note for her, signed by Simon.

It all turned out just as he hoped.  The next morning he found a dollar under his pillow, right next to that beautiful tooth.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Feeling good

I just told Eli "I don't feel very good today buddy." He said "let me see," and started rubbing his hands all over my skin. "You DO feel pretty good mom! It's nice and soft!"

Monday, April 13, 2015

How Do I Ignore Thee?

Let me count the ways, dear Mother...

1.  Say "Sure Mom!"  Then proceed to forget the assigned task, with the most pleasant attitude possible.

2.  Roll my eyes, and go to sleep.  Never to mention the task again.

3. Argue until someone bigger and stronger steps in and puts his foot firmly down.

4. Accomplish one small part of the task, then tell thee it is completed.  Repeat ad nauseum.

5.  Giggle and play cheerfully, never having any idea that a task was assigned.

6. Try to negotiate a contract which results in payment for said task.

7. Yell "NO!" and wait to be put in time out.

I'll let you decide which behavior belongs with which child.  They all result in a whole lot of extra work for Mother Dear!

Monday, April 6, 2015

A high and a low

This morning was a super productive one.  I cleaned and organized the pantry/ laundry room, which was a fairly major undertaking.  For a brief moment as I stood back and surveyed my work, I felt "on top of things."  That HARDLY EVER happens in my life, I tell ya!

It was short lived though.  I gathered up the last pile of folded laundry, and headed to the hall closet to put away the clean smelling, freshly folded pillowcases.  When I opened the closet, a wadded up blanket came tumbling out at my feet.  I noticed another wadded up blanket that had dried grass still on it.  The place where the pillowcases belong was occupied by a tablecloth. (Tablecloths don't belong in that closet at all.)

I knew I should dive in and organize the closet, but I just wasn't up to it.   As I shoved everything haphazardly back in the closet and closed the door, I may or may not have said out loud

"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."