Thursday, October 29, 2009

Behavior: Children and Their Future

Some people fear parenthood. Some others believe they have all the answers to parenthood and spend inordinate amounts of time and energy dreaming the exact details of their moments in mommyhood stardom (or daddyhood stardom, to be fair. But to be honest, we know many more women do this dreaming than men.) Still, some others like myself just seem content knowing the answers will (hopefully) come when the situations arise.

My future wasn't a fantasy of mine, or images dancing in my head. To best describe it, I knew "below the surface" that I'd have a family, be a wife, be a mom....but I never envisioned HOW I'd get there. I suppose I've just been one of those who takes life as it comes, and WHAT comes, will be.

It wasn't until Hubs and I experienced several speedbumps with Till that I took a long, hard look at HOW I was parenting. He came to live with us when he was 7, in the first couple months of 2nd grade. It was a very rough transition for him, and for us. I was experiencing mommyhood stardom with TO, only 14 months old at the time Till moved in, and the doting I had been providing TO had to switch to older child parenting for Till.

Over these past four years, there seems to be one rule above all others that I find most beneficial for the children, and that is this:

Speak only on the actions and emotions already expressed, and keep tangents in communication to a minimum.

Let me expand.

Hubs is a good communicator, if a little long-winded at times. He can be harsh, but he always follows up discipline with discussion. I tend to mix the two into one very short lesson. I noticed I started having concerns with Hubs' discussions when they dragged out and he started inquiring into thoughts, feelings, and emotions that were not necessarily PART of the particular incident at hand. And not all emotions are at hand (and in the conscious) with children so young.

Instead of asking the child directly, "How did that make you feel?" he was given prompting questions. "Did it make you angry? Did you get mad at the teacher? Did you turn over your desk?"

Prompting questions, to me, only give the child the opportunity to realize ALL THE OTHER WAYS they can behave, or feel, or react. Now, I understand these little people we raise have minds of their own and I'm not naive enough to assume I am their only influence. However, prompting questions can be very hazardous, lead to tunneled discussions, or influence the kids unknowingly.

I would talk to Hubs afterward and ask him to refrain from suggesting things like, "Did you feel left out? Were the kids picking on you at recess?" Oftentimes, the specific incident at hand didn't reveal that any of these issues might be a concern, Hubs was using his ADULT understanding of how things progress into difficult situations. For children, it is often much more simple. That is not to take away from their ability to comprehend complexity, but just that their experience tally is so much less, we should practice caution in "showing them" how much more is to come.

Another concern we experienced with Till (and all children experience it at some point) was the opinions and words of others. When another child attacks yours with words, it's our first reaction to "fix" whatever those words injured or broke in our child. Self-esteem, pride, attachment. But what if we stop acting like they are broken by such slights? I chose to approach Till during these moments with this attitude:

Simply learn how not to be.

Sounds easy, right? We, as adults, know that it is not. But if you can ingrain in your child that the actions and words of their schoolmate are only a reflection of that OTHER child, you won't give your child a possible "victim" mentality. While children can and WILL feel like victims at times, and rightfully so, we can teach them to NOT absorb other people's actions and words as reflections of themselves, but instead as lessons to be learned.

When Till was called, "stupid" at school, we asked him one question. "Are you?" He immediately got defensive and answered NO, but we slowed him down and asked him, "So was that statement a reflection of YOU or of the person who spoke it? If they do not know you well enough to know you are an intelligent child, then they are the ones who are mistaken. Just learn how those words affected you, and learn how not to be toward others."

Some people, including Hubs at times, find my way of thinking naive. They say it's too simplistic. I say, "Stop complicating life so much." It isn't that hard, folks. Don't dwell on what didn't happen or what wasn't said, focus only on what occurred. Don't dwell on how the actions or words of others are irresponsible or detrimental, instead focus on how their actions can help you grow, and what you can learn from it.

The mentality of being offended doesn't apply much to me. I cannot be offended by what others say or do, even if they include me in their thoughts. Why not, you ask? Simple. If someone speaks ill of me, or my family, or my friends, they apparently do not know us. And how can I be offended by someone who hasn't taken the time to know us? It is their unfortunate loss to speak or act on what they do not know, and this is what I try and instill in my children.

Take the time to get to know someone. Do not let other people's opinions cloud your own judgment of a situation, or of a third party. Take control of how you ACT and REACT. Simplify. I challenge each of you, struggling with our adult concerns of self-esteem and societal standards. See if you can bounce off the words, take in the lesson, and use it in the future to be kinder or more sympathetic to a stranger. It's what I'm hoping my children will do.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Complainers

I have some readers who do not comment. I lovingly call them family. One of these family members decided to send me an email this morning that simply read:

"You are slacking on your blogging"

I know that, for awhile, I was spoiling you with posts everyday. Sometimes it'd be about daycare woes, or pigeons in the street, or the crazy ladies at work. But lately, maybe nothing has been happening. I don't know. I just don't feel as if I have anything laugh-worthy to share with you. Or tear-worthy. I'm certainly not a blogger who discriminates against the negative emotions.

To satisfy my sister Anna loving family, here is a quick update about the entire Tooj household.


Tooj: Bored at work, busy at home, tired tired tired. Pictures to upload from the weekend that would showcase the loving family. Contemplating the next career move or Powerball winning numbers.

Hubs: Busy at home doing dishes and cooking dinner, grocery shopping and attempting to lessen the load for Tooj. Being loved despite his propensity for swearing.

Till: Talking back way too often, arguing about why he should get X, Y, and Z privilege. On the verge of getting a Tooj smackdown with one more backtalk session. Getting good grades, practicing his instrument, and sometimes making his bed. Eating too much food.

TO: Enjoying the accordion, but enjoying reading for page-count more. Having a meltdown at school about spilled cereal due to an overflow of the bowl. Passing his masteries, learning to spell aloud, answer reading comprehension questions, doing math. Okay with being in his underwear (too often) when hanging with dad and brothers. Being too cute.

OJ: Having some sort of skin issue again so he was dosed up with Benedryl last night and Tylenol for his teething. That means he slept through the night. Cried with every forced bite last night for dinner, even soft foods like bread and banana. Chose his mama for cuddle time instead of dad, pleasing mama to no end. Dancing in his room (without prompting) to the radio after the meds kicked in.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Monday Mumbles

Quick take on ten random things. I don't have time for much more than that this morning.

1. I have a benefits meeting here at work in 16 minutes. I must hurry.

2. I am NOT at ALL excited about the change in benefits. This is in part due to the fact that I sometimes dislike change, and in part to the fact that it just keeps costing me MUCHO out of pocket.

3. OJ slept in late, woke up EXTRA happy, and then turned into sour grapes within a half hour. He wanted his oatmeal but he slept so late that I had to fix it for him at school. He wasn't excited about that. Threw the package on the floor of the car, wanted to be carried, wanted down, wouldn't come inside the building so I left him outside. His face said, "She's really gonna leave me out here." I decided to retrieve him. I left him eating and NOT crying...we'll see how the rest of the day goes. It was an obvious morning where I didn't want to leave my baby somewhere. He needed to be at home with me.

4. TO and Till both made their beds this morning. And Till helped with the trash. I can't ask for more than that....although I'm not entirely certain he remembered to brush his teeth. Win some, lose some.

5. Till was selling candy bars for a band fundraiser. I bought the entire box of 40 because none of us were proactive enough to get them sold ahead of time. Yesterday I ended up selling over 20 to my family and Till's grandmother. It doesn't matter if they were forced or not, don't judge.

6. I didn't finish the Mumbles before I went to my benefits meeting. And now that I'm back, I just want a nap. Information overload. And gum chompers in the meeting drove me slightly batty. JUST CHEW QUIETLY!! I'm TRYING to learn something. Oh, and when you ask a question, REFRAIN from rolling your gum around as you speak. The extra juicy noises and chomp chomp between words is just grotesque.

7. I need water. I haven't been drinking enough and my lips are feeling dry.

8. Hubs called and left a message just to say hello and that he loves me. That made me feel good, but I still want a nap.

9. How many times have you applied for a job where they want someone with experience, hire you, and then realize they don't give a rat's ass about your prior experience or the ideas you could contribute? They just want less training on their end, but no additional contributions to the work environment or processes. Screw you, "EXPERIENCE REQUIRED" qualification. SCREW YOU.

10. I'm really not that angry today, although #9 might appear that way. I just had to get it off my chest. Now that I have that out of the way, have a wonderful Monday!

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Friday, October 23, 2009

Friday Feel Goods

We're in the car, the phone rings. It is Hubs. I was upset with him from earlier in the day so I simply handed the phone to TO and had him answer. After the usual two minutes of greeting and chit chat, he tries handing the phone to me.

"I'm busy driving. What does he want?"

TO repeats the message, pauses, and then asks,

"Dad wants to know if you want to go to the Broncos - Chargers game."

Knowing the game is obviously not local (that'd be Denver or San Diego for you non-football people), I respond in an irritated voice,

"THAT'S a stupid question."

TO promptly puts the phone back to his ear and repeats,

"Mom says that's not a very good question."

My boy loves me. He already knows how to ease the tension, when to repeat and when to ad-lib, and when to cover his mom's ass.

**For the record, Hubs wasn't asking THAT stupid of a question....the translation made it appear that way. He wanted to know if I wanted to go WATCH the game at a location other than our home.**
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OJ walked up to me last night and started talking.

"Bbaallhadddbb. Mummm doooadb."

I asked him to show me what he was talking about, offered my hand, and he took it. He led me out of my bedroom, to the living room. He stopped at the area near the top of the stairs where I usually greet him each evening, but this particular day he played hard to get and we didn't have our proper greeting. Now, however, he laid down and invited me to come do our usual snuggle-kiss-tickle routine by opening his arms up to me and tugging me down. I was so pleased I extended our time with a few extra kisses.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Festival - Recapped

We started the Festival celebration off with the Saturday morning parade. My favorite parade piece? This tractor painted especially for Breast Cancer Awareness. I do believe this was done in memory of someone in particular.
Parade goers - looking HAPpy. Yes, those are big kid gloves on OJ.
TO was treated to a $1 yo-yo balloon.
OJ was "dog tired" by this point in the day. Tongue out and all. That's my headless sister walking next to him.
Pony ride!
The apple berry spinner took my brother "Bucket" and TO for a ride.
Someone excited OJ.
OJ used to be afraid of being up in the air like this. He's 98% okay with it now. This day? He loved it.
A game of chicken on Bucket and Grandpa's shoulders. Enlarge to see some silly faces.
Mean muggin' faces.
If this face doesn't say "fun!", I don't know what does.
Here is the cemetery corner just a few blocks from my dad's house. It always has the prettiest row of trees.

I Don't Ask Much.....

....but indulge me just this once. Go visit some beautiful photos of where I went to school. Anna posted this, and I love it. I absolutely, nostalgically and goosebumpy-grin love it.

KU

Monday, October 19, 2009

Monday Mumbles=Tuesday Tumbles

Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally late. For good reason. I was napping both yesterday and today. Sue me.



1. I was blog-absent and in solitary confinement from the internet all weekend long. It was nice, actually.

2. It is now 5:36pm, Tuesday evening, and my backyard neighbor (the ones who smoke all day and night and leave their patio blinds open) lady just came out on the deck for a smoke. In her green bathrobe. With her dog. I'm not sure why the dog makes it weirder, it just does. Oh, and she's got a drink in a glass....my guess is scotch.

3. TO is at music class right now. We had (read: I had) signed him up for these music lessons because they advertised "keyboard" and variety lessons. I was anticipating TO getting to learn the basics of keyboard and eventually try the piano and see if he enjoyed it. Their version of "keyboard" and variety equals an accordion. TO is taking accordion lessons. I was picturing John Legend at a baby grand and instead all I see is polka dots and high stepping. Help me not to judge.

4. OJ has his 18 month wellness visit tonight. I should never schedule this poor baby for night visits. He gets tired and grumpy and it's just plain exhausting for me. Luckily, I was able to get in another 2 hour nap on my 2nd day off today.

5. Funny, with the day off, I didn't do a single dish nor did I prepare dinner. I feel like a huge slacker. I'll be picking up tacos for everyone later. Oops.

6. Till is allowed to be at home alone after school. 6th grade, nearly 12 years old...seems like a decent age to transition to responsibility, right? I just don't trust him. I think he comes home and raids the food and watches television while he does his homework, and he doesn't even do the two chores assigned to him. I'm aggravated. Oh well. People might say "normal pre-teen stuff" but it's not acceptable either way.

7. I watched four episodes of Sex and the City today. I love that show.

8. I managed to get two blog awards AND two new followers without posting in four days. Do you think the blog gods are trying to tell me to post less?

9. I really needed to make a dent in the cleaning around here with these past two days off work, but I didn't. I feel slightly bad. But then again...I blame lots of things. If I can continue to pass the blame, I somehow feel less obligated to DO THEM.

10. I only have a house charger for my semi-new phone. I took it with me this weekend to my dad's house and of course left it there. I now must go to a store and find a car charger (which is something I wanted to wait and put on my xmas list) to purchase. Oh well. The things we do for luxuries like cell phones.

Friday, October 16, 2009

The Festival - Btown Style

My entire childhood, part of my birthday celebration revolved around my hometown's annual festival. The Maple Leaf Festival. It's no secret that I am not a fan of cooler temperatures and heavy clothing. And no, it's not because I'm a swim suit model and dislike being laid off for the seasons. (That was a past life.) I simply dislike the cold and heavy clothing because I don't like shivering and frankly, goosebumps are unattractive. Snow is overrated and sledding is just dangerous. (Note to self: find a good, safe hill for the boys to go sledding on this winter.)

The mark of the cold season arriving is oftentimes October, for me. My month. While I can detest November, December, January, February, and most of March (minus the 31st since I was married on that day), I can't bring myself to say "hate" to October. I was born in this month, and Libras DO rock.

And while I always received nice birthday greetings ON my actual birthday, the Festival and the family that used to attend it always brought an "extra" celebration with it. Truth be told, I consider the Festival weekend to sort of be MY weekend. I'm not entirely certain that the town of Baldwin would agree, but again...I probably don't care. It's my world and I get to make it how I want. Delusion or no.

I wish I were at home so I could treat you to some photos of the gorgeous trees. I doubt the trees came out in their full splendor this year. The weather hasn't been very cooperative. If there are some good ones, I'll have my camera handy. In the meantime.....enjoy your October weekend. I know I will be enjoying mine.

Funnel cakes....hot cider....chili....a FB reunion with some old classmates. Let's hope that OJ feels cooperative and decides to be a peach. I'd love to show HIM in his true splendor and joy. TO will be a joy so long as we get to the carousel. Which animal will he choose this year???

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The Kids Said What????

Cammie started a great thing over in her House of No Sleep. Go visit her and say hi. In the meantime, here is my "The Kids Said What????"


TO: I L-O-V-E him.
(referring to OJ)


Mama: We all love him. Some of us love him a lot...some of us love him a little.


TO: Till loves him a little.


Mama: Till loves him a lot too. He just gets tired of him messing with his stuff.

(TO turns to Till)


TO: Do you love OJ?
(after a long pause)

TILL: I love everyone in this house.


TO: So you don't love yo' mama???

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Birthday Recap

I received cinnamon rolls with candles. In the morning, lights off. TO and OJ clapped.

I was relieved from taking the boys to school. Hubs did it.

I was treated to lunch by Michelle. Thank you!

I didn't have to cook dinner. Hubs did it.

I didn't do the dishes. Hubs and Till are doing it as I type this out.

I received handmade cards from Till and TO. I received a thoughtfully written card from Hubs.

I received mailed cards from my Granny, my aunt, my uncle, and Michelle.

I received phone calls and texts and FB wishes from many good friends and loving family.

Well, most were loving. Some were mean and called me 40.

Not that there's anything wrong with 40!

My dentist office called to say happy birthday. My home/car insurance agent called as well.

No one at work knew it was my birthday except Michelle. I preferred it that way. Not forced.

Simple and sweet is how I like it. I even watched SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE.

Aaaahhhh, 32.

Wordless Wednesday


I never participate in this but I have nothing to say today. So why not a picture? We took this picture for our mom for a Christmas gift. My older brother was back from Japan and we figured it was a good time to get it.
From bottom left, up and around:
My older brother Paul
My younger brother "Bucket"
My youngest sister Anna
My younger sister "Lele"
(yes, they're twins)
p.s. This wonderful woman is having a birthday today. Go say hi to her if you get a chance.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Toddler Bed Trials: OJ

Saturday evening, we came home from our night out. In true mommy style, I said hello to the babysitter (Only one was present in the front room - my brother. The other was asleep in my bed.) and headed straight for the kids' bedrooms to ensure they were tucked in properly.

The two big boys, TO and Till, were fine. Didn't really have much concern for them. OJ, on the other hand, was enjoying his first night in the toddler bed. I was curious to see how he did. I walked into his room with the hall light shining in and peered over his bed. I did a double take to ensure what I DIDN'T see was true - no OJ. Okay...maybe my sleepy sister put him in the crib instead. I peered over into the crib, all four corners, and found nothing. I'm sure my furrowed eyebrows at that moment would have been a great photo. Instead I think to myself, "Well, maybe she let him fall asleep with her in my bed." I begin to head out of the room. That's when I see him.



The bed itself has a little rail that goes along the "head half" of the bed while the other side of the bed butts up against the wall. TO used the same bed and fell out occasionally. I expect the same with OJ. The only thing I ALSO expected were cries if/when he fell out. The babysitters said there were none. I'm not certain if this particular incident involved a voluntary or involuntary exit. I suppose we'll never know.

Honestly, who doesn't love a baby butt in the air? *sigh*

Monday, October 12, 2009

Monday Mumbles

It's Monday. Glorious Monday. Here are ten random things that are floating around my noggin today. If you're playing along, link to me and I'll link you up here. It's a wee bit late, but blame that on the nap.

1. Yes, I said nap. I have the day off. It's Columbus Day and here in the good U.S. of A. the banks are closed. Where do I work? A bank. I'm sorry Michelle. (Some co-workers deal with overseas markets and they're at work as I type this. Oops!)

2. Whenever I used to have days off work, I would keep the kids home with me instead of taking them to daycare. But not today. Today I took them because 1) Turner is in school and I won't remove him for frivolous things and 2) I had in mind to be productive. I have cleaning to do, laundry to do, dishes to do, scrapbooking to do. What did I do?

3. Dropped the kids off at school and realized I didn't have OJ's blankie and sheet for nap time. I also realized he had zero diapers at home and only four at school. I went grocery shopping at 8:10, was out the store and $110 lighter by 8:45. I proceeded to drive home, put the cold stuff away, and crawl back into bed at 9:00. I woke at 10:20 and took OJ his diapers and sheet and blankie.

4. Mozzarella cheesesticks from Sonic are a staple on days when I am off work. Guess what I'm eating while I type this out? Picked them up on my way back from daycare.

5. We had our final T-ball game Saturday. I think it's a shame that one of the girls wasn't there last week or this week. She wasn't able to participate in our party or get the cool sweatbands I gave out. Her parents didn't seem particularly "involved" or vested in HER interest in T-ball. I had planned on bringing my camera along so I could snap some pics of the kids but I forgot the camera. Hubs dropped us off and ran back to get it. He's sweet like that. Didn't complain that I pretended it was his fault I forgot, either. I made them pose with the bat and give me a "game face". TO wasn't so gamey as constipated, I think.....
6. Isn't it just horrible that I giggled when I saw the desk of a lesbian lady at work and all over her walls were pictures of kitty cats? Of COURSE she likes cats. Because my mind is in the gutter like that. Yes.

7. My brother and sister came up to watch the kids for Hubs and I Saturday night. His cousin's wife planned a surprise birthday dinner for him and we attended. It was a VERY pleasant evening out for us, and I want to tell them THANK YOU. "Lele", I'm pleased you enjoyed napping on our bed. "Bucket", thanks for watching and PLAYING the boys.

8. Kids love boxes. OJ preferred the lid to be open, TO preferred it to be closed. May be an age thing.



9. It's almost noon and that means soap opera time. Yes, I indulge when I'm home. I had a babysitter when I was 7 who watched Days of Our Lives and now, nearly 25 years later, I'm still watching it. And guess what? The story line is still the same! THAT'S what is so great about them. They allow for "breaks" in watching. Considerate writers that they are.
10. We had treats on Sunday afternoon. See?



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Sunday, October 11, 2009

Weekend Update

The most accomplished part of my weekend was getting OJ's room completely arranged. It's been "straightened up" for awhile now, but not really complete. Back in July, I started to rearrange and find places for the massive amounts of toys. Till and TO's room is mostly filled with the bunk bed and some "older" kid toys. OJ's room houses the dresser that both he and TO's clothes are in, and the bookshelves he and TO use, as well as all the "younger" kid toys that they share. In addition, OJ was sleeping in the crib but I'm ready to transition him to the toddler bed. I had to make room for both beds too. There isn't an inch of wall space that isn't "used" and covered. I decided instead of pics of the kids, you get to see OJ's room before...and after.
OJ couldn't figure out how to GET out. Frankly, I couldn't figure out how to get IN. That's a Jayhawk puzzle you see on top of that pile.
The doorway to the room is to the left of the white dresser you see. I had to pile crud into the closet in order to move things around to get it arranged like I wanted.
The mattress you just saw in the above picture is to the left of this angle...you can see the corner of the mattress in the center of the left side. TOYS. EVERYWHERE. Do you like the stock pile of diapers? Next, you will see a circular photo op of the room. I am standing in the doorway of the room in this first picture you see, below.
I was standing at the threshold of the room. The pictures will circle to the left and show you ZERO inch of wall space for use.
That's the door frame where I was just standing, on the left. Yes, that's a huge tub of play-doh. The diaper box contains art supplies. The trucks and wagons are stacked on one another because there is no room to place them side by side. They are wedged in between the toy tubs and the dresser.
To the right of the dresser is the closet. I suppose TECHNICALLY there might be an inch of space there. I'll measure tomorrow. (No I won't.) There in the corner is a football toy chest (and TO's suitcase and golf clubs). It's full of balls. Only balls. On top of the chest is a BAG of balls from Dear Aunt Anna. They butt up there next to the crib.
Balls meet crib. Wedged between the crib and the bookshelf on the right of this photo is a white rack thingamabob my mom gave me. It houses miscellaneous toys or parts of toys/puzzles that aren't currently with their rightful owner.
Misc thingamabob meets bookshelf, which meets bookshelf. The skinny bookshelf was a gift I received as a child from my grandparents and have taken it with me to each apartment I've had. It holds all the "baby" books. You know, the cardboard page books. Oh, and nursery rhyme books.
The skinny bookshelf meets two more toy drawer stacks, which directly meets the toddler bed. Underneath the toddler bed are trucks. More trucks.
The foot of the bed meets the bedroom door. And if you wonder what the heck I do with the closet space and why I can't utilize it....
That blue tub on the bottom has shoes. Old shoes of TO's and Till's. Those diaper boxes contain keepsake daycare and kindergarten "creations" that will eventually get scrapbooked. BEHIND the boxes are two tall stacks of board games. You can see a few peeking out above the right box.
And so goes OJ's room. I'm proud that he has that much floor space. All three boys were in there several times today playing. And they think NOTHING of the MINUTE amount of space they're offered in this house. I love that part of being a kid.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Talk to me.....About you: Part 2

Instead of talking about me, I challenge all of you to answer at least one of these questions about YOU. Do it out loud, in the comment section, and voice what you think. Good or bad, putting it out there can give you a sense of relief AND purpose. Try it....see what it makes you think about. I have personally selected these eight questions as the most thought-provoking for me. I might comment as well, and answer them. I am more intrigued to see what you answer for YOU, however. Happy Friday.

These questions are numbered as they are found here.

9. Do I help others?

14. Do I have fun?

20. Do I judge others?

27. What am I ashamed of?

60. Have I settled for mediocrity?

65. Do I pray only when I want something?

71. Do I smile more than I frown?

72. Do I surround myself with good people?

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Kids Said What??!??


Cammie over in the House of No Sleep started a trend about kids and the crazy things they say. today, I have a short one for you.


Hubs: T, do you wanna be a governor?

TO: What's that?

Hubs: They run the state.

TO: When's my lunch break?

(Yes, my child knows what's important when you sign up for a civic duty. This was followed up by Hubs stating, "Whenever you want!" and then TO said, "So....I'm the BOSS.")

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Celebration Cake

Just for the record, I don't like complaining about free ANYTHING. BUT....

They do anniversary celebrations for people who make it milestones within the company. You know, the lifers...5 years, 10 years, etc. They have cake, punch...the guests of honor dress up extra fancy. Sometimes there are nuts and mints!

My problem?

Last time....they had carrot cake. Maybe carrot cake is semi-popular, but it by no means should be THE celebratory cake of choice. I don't care if it IS the guest of honor's favorite flavor. Seriously. Is the guest of honor going to EAT the entire cake? No. The rest of are going to be eating it.

And carrot cake sucks.

Here's to hoping today's celebration cake is regular ol' yummy vanilla or chocolate with loads of sugary icing.

Talk to me...About me: Part 1

One day at work, I was entertaining myself, googling interview questions and trying to find "best answers" which I could silently refute. I came across a website that invited the reader to ask questions of themselves. Personal questions, maybe. Could be humorous too. And some of them made me want to be honest with myself and see where I end up after answering them.

So here goes. I've broken the list of questions into parts. I don't know if I'll do them all as there are 75, but I didn't want to pick and choose which I did, either. I feared I would be lenient on myself and not answer the tough ones. So I'm starting at the top, and we'll go from there.

1. Why not me?
This question is actually a difficult place to get to, in my opinion. Oftentimes, we're much more apt to rationalize why we AREN'T the one. "I don't have enough experience, I'm not quite "ready" for that promotion, "X" really does deserve it, "Y" worked hard to get to do what he WANTS to do." I tip-toed out 2 years ago, and I was starting to say, "Why not me?" I enrolled for a Masters program and took a course. I felt energized, I was enthusiastic about a potentially new career, I was EXCITED. Life hit, unfortunately, and the cost of having me go to school became a burden instead of a transition, and I'm back where I started. I think there is a fine line between sacrificing for the greater good of your family and becoming a mental detriment. I wonder when I'll cross it.

2. Am I nice?
No. Sometimes I am not. I dislike when I reflect and find that I wasn't as nice as I could have been. Most of the time? It's Hubs who takes the beating, and I feel guilty. Professionally, I have no desire to be rude to someone. It's just work. Maybe when the day comes that I enjoy my work more thoroughly (read: new career), I will get more emotionally involved. In the meantime, I do my best to live by the Golden Rule, doing unto others as I would have them do unto me. Maybe today I'll go to the grocery store and leave some cash for the next person's bill.

3. Am I doing what I really want to do?
If you've read anything from above, you know the answer to this question. I know I'm not, it's not something I need to "face" or become aware of. It is what it is, right now, and familial obligations take over. As I told Michelle here at work, as we mulled over possible business opportunities, whenever I start thinking about starting my own business I realize something sad. Very sad. When I start questioning what it is that I do well...the answers don't lend to something I feel someone would pay me to DO. Are my assets worth nothing? I don't know. I don't have a craft or hobby worthy of being paid for, and what I consider my best attributes involve things that cannot be measured. Connecting with others, working through problems, emotional breakdown and support. These are not items that can be solicited for cash. I would need to go to school for many more years to earn money dispensing advice and talking out of my ass. At least legally.

4. What am I grateful for?
These answers are longer than I intended them to be, but I didn't want to end on #3 with its sad, wallowing ways. I AM grateful. In fact, I'm writing thank you notes today during my lunch hour to express gratitude to many people. I am grateful for family. I am grateful for justice. I am grateful for the love kids show even when you aren't being the best mama you can be. I am grateful for Hubs' forgiveness. I am grateful that we somehow keep finding a way to "make things work" even when it seems impossible to do so. I am learning to become grateful for the invisible guidance I believe my life has been given.

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Monday, October 5, 2009

Photo Op Weekend

See the hugging? Hold tight. It gets good.
TO showing how he plans on making his mama money one day.
TO worrying mama with his TOO FAST driving skills.
TO being silly.
OJ took awhile to warm up, but once he did, the outdoors and yard were his. It helped that he was bribed with Cheez-Its. He has a thing for food.
He looks grumpy, but he wasn't. Promise. "Cheese."
My boy loves me. He really does. Because mama watches football!
The hugging? Remember it? Yeah. This is what preceded the hug. That hug was an apology, NOT love. Well, it might have been a smidge of love, but forced apology too. I love these guys.

Monday Mumbles

Ten random things on a sunny, but cold, Monday morning.

1. Dropping the boys off at school this morning, I had to help TO prepare his oatmeal. As I'm getting ready to stir it, a girl in the room asks the teacher to open her "breakfast"/"snack". It was a Kit-Kat. Yes, the chocolate wafer bar. It was 7:40 a.m. What I don't get is that the girl's mother is one of the school's director. I'm assuming she's in charge of making sure the children's meal menu is healthy and balanced. So why do the people in charge of health (i.e. nurses, childcare directors) give their children such unhealthy options?

2. In OJ's room, I now drop him off in his "old" room, but he will be staying all day in the "new" room. The "old" teachers laughed at me after I placed things where they should be (sheet and blankie for nap time, diapers and wipes, OJ), and then they asked, "Are you ok?" When someone asks you if you're okay but they're LAUGHING....what's the right response? I felt frazzled and apparently looked it, so I just nodded and walked out.

3. I slept on the couch last night. I returned home with TO and OJ from my dad's yesterday in the late afternoon. Hubs was home and informed me that Till wouldn't be returning from his mother's since he didn't feel well. Hubs also informed me he didn't feel well. I grabbed my pillow and blanket and lounged in the over-sized chair for half the night and then stretched out on the couch for the rest. We need a guest room, with a guest bed.

4. Do you ever notice that the people who drive 45 mph in the 55 or 60 mph speed zones are the people who look like they aren't going to a job? You know the types....the old people who might be getting a jumpstart on their car tag renewals, or the crazy looking lady who's head is NOT combed and you can visibly see that she's in her pajamas? These people need to take side roads or stay at home until rush hour is over. GET OUT OF THE WAY.

5. Of course, I wouldn't have to worry about these slow drivers if I could EVER get back to being on time to work. I used to get out of the house between 7:00 and 7:15. I don't know what happened. Oh wait, yes I do. I blame Till. His bus came after 8:15 last year, so I left long before him and he continued getting ready when we left. Now, his bus comes for him around 7:30, so he's in the way and getting ready when we are, and we're trying to be sure he's got what he needs, etc. So yes, it's Till and his schedule which are the problems.

6. However.....he wasn't at the house this morning since he's sick and stayed with his mother last night. So what's my excuse today? Don't you fret, I have one. It's Monday. And TO cried because he was tired and wouldn't get out of bed. It's his fault today. (Seriously, I need to get out of the house faster. I will try better tomorrow.)

7. Tell me - Am I crazy for considering being T-Ball coach again next "season"? If he wants to do it, we'll sign up and offer to coach. It wasn't so bad, and I didn't mind acting silly and having the parents think I've completely lost my mind. Frankly, I think I did.

8. I asked OJ for a kiss while I was driving them to school this morning. I wanted an air kiss, you know. He said, "NO." I glanced at him and pretended to be upset, and then I asked for a hug. He offered one up. Probably because he knew I couldn't ACTUALLY reach back and take it. He laughed. He's such a poop.

9. I need to shave my legs.

10. TO said they needed pine cones and leaves of all colors for the Sensory Table at their school. I'm certain I had no knowledge of the word "sensory" when I was five. But I did know about pine cones. It's too bad I forgot how sticky they are from the tree sap. I couldn't get it all off with five washes and scrubbing. But at least we contributed to the Exploratorium. Yeah, I didn't know that word when I was five, either.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Some Random Photos

Some random pictures for you to view on this lovely *gag* Fall Saturday. Go away cold, go away clouds. Summer! Come back!

Here is OJ at 2 months old. At this point in the game, we nicknamed him "The Angry Italian."
But there were times where The Angry Italian was kinda cute. Greasy, but cute.
And here stands a 2 year old Superhero, TO. Anyone else diggin' the yellow boots?

Hubs surprised me and my dad with a trip to Oakland, California to watch our Raiders play football. We went to a famous Raider bar and met a lady who'd been frequenting the bar for decades. Literally. I can't recall her name.
And here is a toddler named TO. "Elmo's phone....thanks for calling!" Oh, and the goggles? They came with a weed eater.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Thank you.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The Kids Said WHAT???


Blogfriend Cammie has a weekly post called "The Kids Said WHAT???" where she chronicles silly statements and stories from her kids or kids she knows. This week she told a funny story about her nephew and puppies. Check it out. I had a couple of really quick snippets from TO and OJ this week. Betcha can't guess OJ's!

1. I took TO and OJ to the grocery store earlier this week. TO always wants to sit in the cart or ride on the sides. This particular day, he wanted to get the extra big cart where they can sit facing one another and I proceed to run into every end-aisle display. I said no. I didn't want the hassle. I said I would allow him to ride in the big basket area and OJ could sit in the "regular" spot, if he behaved and helped me. Off we went, gathering groceries, and as we entered the dairy and bread aisle and passed a gentleman contemplating buns, TO said, "Mama! I have a BIG package!!" Yes he was talking about the groceries in his lap, and yes I giggled because we were passing "buns" and he's talking "packages".

2. This morning on the way to school, TO goes, "Mom, I'm famous!!" A slight pause. "ALL my friends at school like me and they always want me to do things with them! If they go to the bathroom, they have me watch their stuff so it doesn't get tooken." Hey, if that's all it took to make us famous.....well, no, never mind. I still wouldn't be.

3. I asked OJ, "Do you want some oatmeal for breakfast?" OJ responded, "No."

4. I asked OJ, "Can you please come back to your room so we can change your clothes?" OJ responded, "No."

5. I yelled at OJ, "Come back here!!! I still have to get your shirt on!!" OJ toddled back in the room and said, "No."

6. I asked OJ, "You ready to go to school and see Miss Catie and Miss Trini?" OJ responded, "No."

If only he'd keep this up when girls want to go out with him.