tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38630672719945788952024-03-14T01:29:14.204-07:00A little of thisUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger294125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-37307670665988165182015-01-04T20:24:00.001-08:002015-01-04T20:24:17.683-08:00Imperfectly perfectIt's odd the kind of thing that can make you sit down and start documenting after nearly ten months of silence. There are so many posts in my head, some that may still be written, many that will not and not a day goes by that I don't have a draft running through my mind. But today. Today! Today is the day that inspired me to finally sit down and write.<div>
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It really was a nothing of a day. There were ups and downs, and at least one temper tantrum to be sure. But what sits with me tonight as the boys are both in bed is that today I felt like a pretty good mom. Not a great one by any means and not even the nicest (at one point Anderson did declare that I am a "horrible, horrible mommy! The worst, really!"), but north enough of crappy that I can sit down and not question every decision of the day, rolling over in my mind the "should haves" and the "if only"s. </div>
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I stood my ground at the aquarium when I told the boys they could have nothing from the gift shop (hence the aforementioned horrible mommy comment) despite the loud protests, sass and tears from my kids and the side-eyes from everyone else. I had a car talk with Anderson about being grateful for what he has and saving his own money for the things he wants. I heard at least 4 spontaneous "I love you"s from the boys. TO EACHOTHER!!! And, even more shocking, I somehow made it through Costco with the two of them without threats, bribes, or both. Heck, I even got them both to pick up after themselves. </div>
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On my best day I'm a mediocre parent at best. I yell, I lose my patience, I make empty threats, and I say things I shouldn't. But today somehow, although I'm sure I did all of the above at some point, I allowed myself to just take it all in stride. And it was a good day. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-75718493591625136522014-02-27T20:14:00.000-08:002014-02-27T20:14:35.101-08:00Snack Duty | Valentine's Day<em>Should have posted this over a week ago, but, well, sickies in the house needed love and snuggles more than Valentines needed to be blogged. </em><br />
Last year we had preschool snack duty once a month. A box of graham crackers, some fruit, and a gallon of water and all was well. If my day happened to fall near a holiday, I'd do something special; if not, crackers it was. This year we have been assigned snack <em>week</em>. A whole week of snacks a few times a year. No big deal. Our first week was Halloween week so for four days I did Halloween-related snacks (I take no credit for these ideas, though I'm pretty proud they actually turned out. Those spider webs were no easy feat.): <br />
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So after Halloween I thought I was in the clear. Except a couple of weeks ago Miss Denise informed me she had switched one of my no-big-deal weeks in May for Valentine's week because, well, "I just can't wait to see what you'll come up with!" seriously? That's what I get, I suppose. My only saving grace was the short week due to a holiday on Monday and the fact that Anderson doesn't attend on Friday. There was also a pre-planned pancake day to celebrate "P" week so I only had 2 actual days of "creative" snack duty. I still didn't need the pressure, however. It's not as if I don't already have a full time job. And another kid. And a problem with eating all of the treats that I make. But I did manage to pull a couple of heart-shaped things together for school, the t-ball team, and some friends:<br />
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<em>(melon pops, cinnamon rolls, blueberry muffins, brownies, pink heart rice krispie treats)</em></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-85765652276863280532014-02-27T19:56:00.001-08:002014-02-27T19:56:20.487-08:00Don't let the thought cross your mind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few weeks back when Anderson had a cough I thought (and actually said out loud- double jinx!!!) how fortunate I was that it wasn't ear infection. The next day he had an infection in both ears. A few nights later I accidentally let myself think about the fact that Beck had been sleeping through the night for a few days straight. Up nearly every night since. Then I let the thought rest in my mind for no more than a millisecond that Anderson hadn't wet the bed in weeks. He then wet the bed every night (and mine, too) for more than a week. <br />
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Fast forward to last week when I actually allowed myself to not only think about, but to also plan the oh-so-many things I was going to accomplish during my week off. Needless to say not one was crossed off. Of course. And all because both of my kids were finally healthy at the same time for the first time in as long as I could remember and I thought about it, allowed myself to become happy about it even. And then Beck got sick. The sickest ever- ear infection, fever, cough, crying, screaming, miserable for days and still suffering over a week later. And the only thing worse than one sick kid is two and because I actually felt fortunate for a minute- it then happened. Anderson came down with croup. Again. For like the fifth time since September. 2 trips to the doctor's office, at least 5 sleepless nights, and about 15 mL of antibiotic repeatedly spit right on my face (thank you, Beck) superseded any plans I was crazy enough to even consider. My Monday morning 5am alarm for work could not have come any faster. The one and <em>only</em> upside- lots and lots of cuddles and mommy naps from my sickies. But of course I now have a cough, soar throat, and no voice. Because, well, I thought about it. <br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-42489171432925971452014-02-14T05:30:00.000-08:002014-02-14T05:30:00.786-08:00Valentine's Day 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is to a day full of love, love, love. My heart is more content and more full than I could have ever imagined. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-14818481250634829272014-02-11T20:01:00.000-08:002014-02-11T20:16:11.344-08:00Spider Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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About two weeks ago I asked Anderson what kind of Valentines he wanted to give to his friends at school. The conversation went something like this:<br />
"What kind of Valentines do you want to hand out?"<br />
"Spiders."<br />
"Like Spiderman?"<br />
"No, just spiders."<br />
I gave it a couple of days and asked again...<br />
"Mommmmmy. I already told you; I want spiders!"<br />
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So spiders it is. Perhaps the only non-result-wielding Valentine on Pinterest. Fortunately a spider is within my very narrow spectrum of artistic capabilities. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to come up with something clever to say about spiders and friendship. I'm pretty sure Anderson has absolutely know idea what it means to be "inspiring". <br />
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These win for easiest design ever. And I think I may like them the best. And so does he. Arachnids for Valentine's Day, go figure. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-64983056270633519432014-02-04T19:28:00.000-08:002014-02-04T19:28:09.961-08:00The worst kind of daysIt's been a very rough few days around here. The kind of days where I am totally lost and all but hopeless when it comes raising my kids. Is it me? Is it them? Does every mom have days when they just want to run far, far away? <br />
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I wish I could say that we've just had a couple of "off" days, but it seems to be so much more than that. I am questioning <em>every</em>thing I do and think I know about parenting. Something just isn't right right now and no book description on Amazon has lead me to any hope of finding an answer.<br />
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At this point my only tiny sliver of hope is that there is a <em>highly</em> unlikely chance that Anderson's recent behavior can be linked to his recent prescription of Augmentin for his ear infections. As of last night he is off of the medicine and I am holding out hope for a new kid in the next day or two once the drug has completely left his system. Surely it is a far-fetched to believe such a thing could really be the cause of what can only be described as completely out of control behavior, but it is all I have right now. Because the thought of dealing with this for more than a couple more days is truly unbearable. <br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-59426440462657601642014-01-29T15:41:00.000-08:002014-01-29T15:41:09.629-08:00Snow!Over Martin Luther King weekend we went on a last minute trip to Big Bear. As it was in the 80s here by the beach, we knew better than to expect much in the way of snow. Fortunately the small amount of ice on the ground and the snow machines allowed for the boys to have their first snow experience. <em>Even if one particular 4.5 year old had more than a few grumpy moments. </em>There aren't many pictures as at times like these, I'd rather just take it all in rather than try to "capture" it all. But I still can't believe I have not <em>one</em> picture of the boys bundled up in their snow gear or tubing down the mountain. They were pretty darn cute. I promise. <br />
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I'm within a month's time so I find it totally acceptable to just now be sitting down to write about the Christmas that almost wasn't. With the stomach flu taking out first Beck, then Gabe (and subsequently no less than 9 others members of the extended family), things didn't go exactly as anticipated. Though they never really do, do they? I managed to pull it together and play Santa and we at least got a glimpse of Gabe on Christmas morning, but the whole day was a bit of a downer and there certainly weren't many pictures taken. Four to be exact. But despite the craziness, the vomit, and the stress, treats were made and delivered, presents wrapped and unwrapped, and smiles broke through (just not for the camera). Next year has to be better. It just has to. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-44715600594051326182014-01-15T13:57:00.000-08:002014-01-15T13:57:23.265-08:00The year in books<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Clearly 2013 was my year of random books. Though there are a few missing from this list <em>which is why I need a list, I cant remember what I've read</em>, this past year I either cried, laughed, or had nightmares nearly every night. I read recently that you can tell a lot about a person from the books that they read. I'm not so sure. I can watch serious documentaries for days (love them), but give me a biography or other non-fiction book and I'll likely not make it pass the foreword. My favorite of the past 12 months? Hard to say, really. I enjoyed every one for a different reason and would recommend them all. Ha! I'm no help at all. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-73141513818248014582014-01-11T17:13:00.000-08:002014-01-11T17:13:27.274-08:00Longing for the days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Missing the long, warm, lazy days of summer. The picnics and concerts in the park, the lack of responsibility, the carefree and lingering mornings. I'm not anxious for summer again just quite yet (my goodness I haven't even gone through the pictures of last summer yet), but my soul has been craving just a little visit. Isn't that just January's way? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-81972265739347137982014-01-08T19:23:00.001-08:002014-01-08T19:23:40.829-08:00Tell me<br />
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It's not that I didn't know something was wrong, it's just that I didn't want to be <em>that</em> mom. The one who is over-bearing, over-protective, and over-worried about every little thing her kids do or do not do at certain ages. But I knew. I knew that at two years old Beck should have been speaking and I knew that he was behind. But still I waited. By two and nearly a half it had been long enough. After countless evaluations by his doctor, therapists, and social workers it was determined that Beck had a "severe" speech delay, with (thank God) no other developmental delays observed. News we could totally handle. It has been a many-months long process including state, private, and school district services, but we are finally seeing some real progress. Whereas just 4 months ago he had a vocabulary of just 8 comprehensible words (when 250+ is considered "normal") he now uses more words than we can even count. What we can <em>understand</em>, well, that is still far from normal, but there are words just the same. With twice weekly private therapy sessions and an upcoming evaluation through the school district in which an IEP will be put in place and services provided at a local elementary school, we hope to find him well within the "normal" range within the next year. Boy do we love this little guy. And now he can tell us he loves us, too. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-87234143345302089332014-01-02T16:10:00.000-08:002014-01-02T16:11:32.887-08:002013, a list of sorts2013 was a good year. Below, a numerical listing of ups, downs, and everything in between.
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12 years as "Gabe and Mimi"
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7 years as "the Palmers"
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4 years as parents
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2 years as a family of four
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3 new sports (t-ball, swimming, soccer)
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9 soccer games
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1 trip to Chuck E. Cheese
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6 trips to the Natural History Museum
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40+ trips to 31 Flavors
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3 public tantrums
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463 <i>oh my God, why did I want kids again?</i> moments
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1 painted bedroom<br />
1 new old piano<br />
12 sewing projects<br />
26 various home, art, and craft projects started but never completed<br />
11 snack duties<br />
5 computer repairs, resulting in<br />
1 new hard drive<br />
37,000+ photos saved thanks to the computer guys and a lot of prayers<br />
0 Christmas cards sent<br />
100 envelopes and blank cards ordered<br />
6 trips to the mechanic<br />
4,500 dollars to fix my stupid paid-for car (though technically I don't pay until next week, so I guess that falls into 2014?)<br />
3 paid off vehicles<br />
2 paid off medical bills<br />
63 forgotten to-do lists<br />
6,342 snuggles, giggles, and tickle fights<br />
4 closets still waiting to be organized<br />
17 blog drafts never published<br />
0 regrets<br />
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All in all, it was a very good year. Overwhelmed, broke, and patience-testing on every level, but still one of the best years yet. 2 days in and 2014 seems to promise much of the same, but I wouldn't have it any other way. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-43182062877768430662013-12-12T19:49:00.002-08:002013-12-12T19:49:43.446-08:00Oh, hello November. And December. (and probably most of October, too!)<span style="color: black;"></span>It's been more than a couple of months of troubles that have now resulted in a new hard drive, but hopefully (fingers double crossed here) things are back in swing and the last few months of thoughts, pictures, and ramblings can be uploaded, jotted down, and forever memorialized. Or at least I can pick up from today and move forward. Let's not be too ambitious, here. It is Christmastime, afterall. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-64298756848967782522013-11-05T08:00:00.000-08:002013-11-05T08:00:04.886-08:00Halloween 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was a low-key kind of Halloween and that was just fine by us. The black widow and the more-often-than-not headless beetle made the rounds with their best buddy Jakey and the whole thing wrapped up by 6:30 when Anderson declared it was getting late, he had enough candy, and it was time for bed. OK, then. Party animals <em>or bugs, as it were. </em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-42166993853078963282013-11-03T19:16:00.000-08:002013-11-03T19:16:08.002-08:00The cutest black widow in town | homemade spider costume<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If Anderson had it his way, he'd have been the same beetle that he's been for the last 2 Halloweens. Except it didn't fit. It <em>barely </em>fit last year, but that was good enough for him, so this year we needed something new. But not <em>too</em> new, because being a bug (insect? arachnid?) is just entirely too great. I started out making a tarantula, but realized that without the red belly, he would just look like a furry black blob. I have never made a costume, and had absolutely zero luck in finding a pattern at the fabric store or online so I had to just wing it. I'm so happy with this little costume I can hardly stand it. Even if he <em>did</em> refuse to let me tie up the leg pieces, resulting in floppy legs, I just can't help but think he's the cutest little arachnid around. And of course Beck got to be the beetle. Because bugs are the best!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-88509440147833944932013-10-09T19:17:00.000-07:002013-10-09T19:17:13.995-07:00The thing about soccer...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...is that he kind of hates it. I think. During the week he talks about it as if he loves it and he hasn't stopped talking about the goal he made a couple of weeks back. But. He doesn't play. He loves the practice prior to the game and he most certainly loves the "tunnel" and snack at the end, but the actual <em>playing</em> of the game? Well, not so much. <br />
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The season ends in just a few weeks and I am sure he will tell tales of how great the experience was, but for now I am doing all I can just to keep his interest long enough to last through the game (bribes of the pumpkin patch or ice cream seem to work pretty well for this; and yes, I know that makes me a bad mom but whatever).<br />
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I would never push my kids to participate in something they didn't like, but at the same time they aren't going to quit half way through when the rest of the team is counting on them. The fact of the matter is that he's four. What is great one day is forgotten the next and my job is not to push, but rather to expose him to as many things as I can and let him carve out his own path. Just perhaps not with a soccer ball. Maybe it will be sports, maybe it will be art (doubtful), or maybe it will be something that absolutely surprises me (song writing! ceramics! woodworking!); whatever it is, though, you can bet I will be right behind him, cheering loudly. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-21172309503983562192013-09-25T20:00:00.000-07:002013-09-25T20:01:23.090-07:00School started<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a couple of weeks since Anderson went back to school. Pre-kindergarten! I have no sappy, dramatic comments about how he's growing entirely too fast and will he just, oh my gosh, stay little forever because, actually, I kind of love all of this growing up stuff. He's becoming such a person. His thoughts, his opinions, his interests, his view of the world- they're all unique to him. His attitude? Well, that's unique to him, too. Help me. But this is about the beginning of what promises to be a pretty great year in school, filled with fun, art, music, and numbers as big as he can imagine. And letters! Oh, please, please, please let him flourish when it comes to writing his letters. I'm more than a little concerned at this point. <br />
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So he was not the happiest about the pictures before school or having his brother in the picture. This one's got attitude, I tell you. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-18125856712008860712013-09-20T15:49:00.001-07:002013-09-20T15:50:21.070-07:00Computer is fixed, summer is over, and a bunch of other stuff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been a crazy couple of months around here, primarily because the computer has been ailing with some sort of virus that was inadvertently downloaded. By me. And apparently just waiting for nearly two months for it to magically disappear as easily at it appeared in the first place was all in vain. A house call later and we're back. Now it's time to sift through hundreds and hundreds of pictures from summer and back to school and get myself back on track. Technically summer doesn't end for 2 more days, so it's all good. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-16486494185862006422013-08-14T20:30:00.001-07:002013-08-14T20:30:43.169-07:00Weekly Adventure | Discovery Science Center<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This summer I made it a point to go on at least one "adventure" a week. Every day we go to a park or the beach, but I have tried to take one day during the week to go do something a little different, something we wouldn't normally do during the school year when free time is scarce. Sometimes I remember my camera, sometimes I don't, and sometimes I am having too much fun to be bothered with it. <br />
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We went to the Discovery Center on an especially crowded day, but the boys made their way through and fared much better than I did. I'm not sure what it is about that place, but it always leaves me feeling anxious. Probably (undoubtedly) all the kids. Ha! The floating ball was a hit. As was the recycling truck. And "driving" the Zamboni? Get out. Easy to please, these two are. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-68642795780080681252013-07-30T20:55:00.000-07:002013-07-30T20:55:39.256-07:00OC Fair <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The fair is in town. We ate until we were sick, the boys rode rides until we were broke, and we had fun for as long as our moods would allow. Between 2 day old piglets, giant tarantulas in bunk beds, and just about every vehicle ride imaginable, the boys were pretty thrilled. And although we had to forgo a ride on the Ferris wheel ($24 for the four of us was just <em>not</em> going to happen), we had a pretty memorable day. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-53101802110245321532013-07-24T20:06:00.000-07:002013-07-24T20:06:15.707-07:00Summer to-dos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow, how different this year's list is from last's. I guess because Beck was at the "too young to really enjoy and too old to just hang out in the stroller" stage last year I made my goals all chore-related. Yuck. Keep those expectations low, right? But this year, these two months of nice weather, no work, and 2 boys that desperately need to be out of the house require a totally different list. This year my goal is simply to relax, have fun, and seek out new adventures. We have already made some decent headway on what we have deemed the "Summer Bucket List" and I can't remember a more enjoyable summer in recent years. This quality time with my boys is exactly what I need right now. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-26435305509436684392013-07-21T21:17:00.000-07:002013-07-21T21:17:07.649-07:00It made me smile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The first time he successfully (almost, at least) put on his undies by himself. He was so proud I didn't have the heart to tell him...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-3674032320368151562013-07-15T20:33:00.000-07:002013-07-15T20:33:45.531-07:00Snap out of it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Somewhere between the school year's end, the hectic weekends, and the seemingly never-ending piles of laundry I have fallen into a funk. Things just aren't as they should be and I have been working to remedy the situation the best I know how. Sometimes thoughts, feelings, and self-judgments get in the way of the important things and I just need to step back, survey my surroundings, prioritize, and simply enjoy what comes my way. Perfection is unattainable, but contentment is not. Though it seems just out of my grasp, it is looming and, hopefully, inevitable. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-67705314392106246702013-06-03T20:35:00.000-07:002013-06-05T20:51:22.005-07:00There's something about Trader Joe'sWithin the last 6 or so months, while shopping at Trader Joe's:<br />
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<li>Anderson pulled over a shopping cart on himself while Beck was sitting in the seat (5 firemen just happened to be there and came to our rescue)</li>
<li>Anderson had a hysterical meltdown (kicking, screaming, most likely spitting) over not getting a second sample of something (God only knows what)</li>
<li>Anderson nearly stole a bag of Trail Mix and a bag of Gummy Penguins (we walked back in and returned them)</li>
<li>A woman pulled me aside in the freezer aisle just to say, "it's OK, we've all been there" as a reaction to the insanity (albeit usually joyful insanity) that is my two boys in a tiny grocery store, one of whom wields his own shopping cart haphazardly through the aisles</li>
<li>I dropped a hundred dollar bill on the floor only to discover it was missing when I went to pay for my groceries (I am forever indebted to the nice woman with the "God bless!" voicemail who turned it in)</li>
<li>An elderly woman got down at Anderson's level while I was singing/dancing in the aisle (it was Come on Eileen, for goodness sakes) and proclaimed, "your mom's a crazy lady!"</li>
<li>I had to put groceries back at the checkout when I realized I had left my wallet at home and only had a twenty in my pocket (which of course made Anderson's day as he had a legitimate reason to sing "only got twenty dollars in my pocket"). This of course caused me to have a Terms of Endearment flashback to that scene where Debra Winger is mortified at the grocery when she doesn't have enough money and everyone stares at her as if she is some sort of incompetent mother who can't even afford to feed her kids. Oh, how I love, love, <em>love</em> that movie, but I digress. </li>
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And then, yesterday, the best of the best:<br />
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<li>I locked my keys, my cell phone, and my <em>children</em> in the car. My kids! Trapped in their car seats, talking (screaming) through the window, not even 1 minute after I had warned them against this very thing. (Seriously, just listen to me! I am wise!) It was quite a dilemma and thanks to the kindness of many strangers (and one kind of grouchy dad who lent me his cell phone) I remained calm and handled the situation. Unfortunately I apparently drive a "high security vehicle" <em>ha!</em> and AAA was proving to be a bit of a hassle (locksmith? since when can't you bend a coat hanger and open that sucker up?) so I did what I do best and called my parents to help. Fortunately it wasn't a terribly hot day and within 40 minutes or so my babies were in my arms once again. Needless to say, Anderson learned his lesson about not pushing the door lock button, "never again, mommy!". All's well that ends well. </li>
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And so, Trader Joe's, I shop with fear every single week for I know my days of cheap wine and milk are numbered. It's OK, I don't blame you. Clearly there is a black cloud that follows me on every trip. Who knows what damage we are capable of causing? Perhaps there is some sort of secret employee announcement when you see me walk in the door. <em>She's here! Hide the samples!</em> My only saving grace is that Trader Joe's is still the unpretentious, down-to-Earth grocery for nice, normal people and so far nobody has kindly suggested that I try doing my shopping at the Trader's down the street. Not yet, at least. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863067271994578895.post-52535475954934258242013-05-27T19:07:00.000-07:002013-05-27T19:07:03.511-07:00ReconnectedThis month is flying by and will be gone before the week's end; atypical May behavior in my experience. Too many doctor's appointments, a nasty computer virus and a more-scheduled-than-normal few weeks have left me neglectful of blogging (hello, Mother's Day post which was started 2 weeks ago yet never finished?!). It's times like these where I question whether it's even worth the effort to go back and document what has been happening or just look forward. But then I remember why I keep this whole thing going and remind myself it is of little importance <em>when </em>it happened, but of the utmost importance to document that it <em>did</em> happen. March/April double birthday party post to come. Ha! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0