Hi ho. Hi ho. It's that time again. Speaking of....we're one dwarf member shy of pulling off the clan. Maybe we can recruit a 7th next year and force Hubs and Till to dress up too.
1. It's that time of year where holidays are crammed down your throat, and you're forced to either "participate" or look like a bum parent. But how much can you really get into body parts and gore, blood and guts, when your babies are 1, 3, and 7?
2. I AM trying very hard to just play along and see it for what it is (and not for what it isn't) - I have even borrowed my brother's Captain America costume. That's right, I'm going to dress up when I walk around with the kids. And not in some girly choice costume.
3. Hubs and I went to a wedding Saturday night. Sometimes weddings feel so staged and planned for show. And while this one had the traditional staged activities as well (bouquet, garter, money dance, cake cutting, bubbles photo op), I really enjoyed the smitten nature the bride and groom clearly possessed for one another.
4. We also took advantage of the kids staying overnight with my dad, and did some holiday shopping (to help Santa, you know) Sunday morning. At least we've started, and have some good ideas brewing. It can be fun to cap off the end of the year with some well-deserved and needed gifts.
5. How in the world do you find time to help all of your children turn out to be superstars? It takes so much time and attention to cultivate their minds and help them realize everything they can accomplish. I always feel like I'm shorting one or more than one.
6. Speaking of, we waited too long to carve up Owen's festival parade pumpkin. I cut into it Sunday night, and it was rotten inside. :( Oops.
7. Turner's been talking back and generally being argumentative lately. At least he knows when I've hit my limit and shuts his mouth.
8. Owen has taken to tears and mournfully stating, "But I just want you to love me, Mama. Do you love me?" when he gets scolded. It's taken me about 3 weeks, but I've finally realized he really is punking me. When I didn't fall for it last night, he immediately ceased crying. And here I thought I'd made him feel unloved all this time.
9. Evelyn is such a bully, and if anyone punks people, it's her. She's a trip and I'm in trouble. That's all I know.
10. Till's teenage years continue to be tumultuous, but we've decided to take them one day at a time. We're trying different tactics to stress the importance of developing a love for school and learning and achieving in a general sense. Time will tell how we've done. For now, I just know I'm tired. Very, very tired.
3 comments:
Captain America - I love it. I am playing a killjoy by sitting in my living room with the curtains drawn and the porch light off. Just not in the mood for it this year.
#8 - ;), oh you are in trouble with that one.
#9 - At least you are aware...
#10 - I think teen years are tumultuous by design - I love your goals for Till.
#5 - I think you end up realizing that you are only there to provide support...not mold your kids into anything. They already ARE what they ARE...and our job, as parents, is to ensure they ahve the space to cultivate it in themselves!
Oh yeah...and older siblings are da bomb because they end up doing some of that stuff for you (i.e., Dani reads to Helen for her Book It! during the month...kills two birds with one stone...Dani works on reading and Helen gets read to and I get to feed the baby. Win-win-Win) :)
I just think it's the age for Turner. Dani's doing the same thing and I think they are in the same grade. drives me nuts. Just wait until he's 10. (trust me...mom of a 10-year-old know-it-all)
I volunteer to be the 7th dwarf. Call me Sleepy.
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