'mom, did you know that fish throw up their babies?'
'fish throw up their babies? what do you mean?'
'well, you know that mommy fishes have their babies in their belly,and when the babies have to be born, they throw up and all the baby fishes go everywhere...thats how they are born'
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
My Dearest Vincey
Vincent Ethan was the calmest of my babies from the day he was born. He patiently waited for Grandma to get to the hospital before making his entrance into the world....I say he patiently waited because everything was ready for the pushing to begin, but we had stict instructions from Grandma that there would be no baby birthing until she arrived. Oh how I wished Grandma knew how to speed.
As I was saying, Vincey was always happy to just be. He didn't need to be entertained or a part of the action, so long as he was in the room to watch. Vince would wake up to eat at all hours of the night, and then would go straight back to sleep. There were no early morning stretches of sleep eprivation. He was an amazing littlest man, and stayed that way...until recently that is.
I was making dinner one evening & Vincey was doing everything to stay under my feet, and get on my nerves! He wanted to be held, then put down, then to take everything out of the cupboards, then to put everything into the garbage....and he wanted to do all of this while whining! He just wanted to be a fussing fool! Out of frustration, I finally asked him "Vincey, who are you and where did you put my content little man?!?" He smiled at me...the funniest little smile, and it dawned on me....my littlest man was pretneding to be 2!
Now, as I type, Vincey is running from one end of the living room to the other, screaming at the tippy top of his lungs and flinging himself on the ground. He is angry at me. I took away his outside priveleges today and he hasn't yet learned that mommy's attitutde and stubbornness is bigger! (hey, he got it from somebody right?!?). He is getting even angrier that his temper tantrum is being ignored, poor child, doesn't he realize I have done this before?!? I survived the terrible 2's twice over now.....I know that one morning, I will wake up and my child will have become human again. It seems to happen overnight, and I love when it does!! Until then, I will treasure the moments inbetween tantrums, when my Vincey cuddles next to me on the couch, with a blanket over our laps and and a book in our hands. Or when he is laying on his belly pushing trains along the floor.
Vincey has spent so much time just being content that he forgot to explore the world. Until recently, he didn't want to learn any words. He had no use for them. On his way to pretending to be 2, he has learned 'no', 'stop', 'mama', 'papa', 'uh oh', and 'no, no, no'. I suppose being the youngest boy, you have to get the necessities down first......so whether it is putting his brothers in check, or trying to tattle on them for not giving him his way, Vincey has learned the basic vocab to survive a day in his life....I am sure 'eat' will be next...that is definately a typical boy word!
My littlest man.....now that the tantrum has subsided and happiness has been found in the world of trains, I suppose I can safely persue dinner. Even in the moments of total meltdowns, there is nowhere I would rather be....
I stopped to get coffee Monday morning, and had the two littlest men with me...As the lady made my frappacino (happiness in a cup), she made small talk about how having all boys must keep my hands full. I smiled as she handed me my coffee, and I told her there was absolutely no othe way i would have it. My boys, all three of them, are amazing little men....and they are the reason I can smile through anything!!
As I was saying, Vincey was always happy to just be. He didn't need to be entertained or a part of the action, so long as he was in the room to watch. Vince would wake up to eat at all hours of the night, and then would go straight back to sleep. There were no early morning stretches of sleep eprivation. He was an amazing littlest man, and stayed that way...until recently that is.
I was making dinner one evening & Vincey was doing everything to stay under my feet, and get on my nerves! He wanted to be held, then put down, then to take everything out of the cupboards, then to put everything into the garbage....and he wanted to do all of this while whining! He just wanted to be a fussing fool! Out of frustration, I finally asked him "Vincey, who are you and where did you put my content little man?!?" He smiled at me...the funniest little smile, and it dawned on me....my littlest man was pretneding to be 2!
Now, as I type, Vincey is running from one end of the living room to the other, screaming at the tippy top of his lungs and flinging himself on the ground. He is angry at me. I took away his outside priveleges today and he hasn't yet learned that mommy's attitutde and stubbornness is bigger! (hey, he got it from somebody right?!?). He is getting even angrier that his temper tantrum is being ignored, poor child, doesn't he realize I have done this before?!? I survived the terrible 2's twice over now.....I know that one morning, I will wake up and my child will have become human again. It seems to happen overnight, and I love when it does!! Until then, I will treasure the moments inbetween tantrums, when my Vincey cuddles next to me on the couch, with a blanket over our laps and and a book in our hands. Or when he is laying on his belly pushing trains along the floor.
Vincey has spent so much time just being content that he forgot to explore the world. Until recently, he didn't want to learn any words. He had no use for them. On his way to pretending to be 2, he has learned 'no', 'stop', 'mama', 'papa', 'uh oh', and 'no, no, no'. I suppose being the youngest boy, you have to get the necessities down first......so whether it is putting his brothers in check, or trying to tattle on them for not giving him his way, Vincey has learned the basic vocab to survive a day in his life....I am sure 'eat' will be next...that is definately a typical boy word!
My littlest man.....now that the tantrum has subsided and happiness has been found in the world of trains, I suppose I can safely persue dinner. Even in the moments of total meltdowns, there is nowhere I would rather be....
I stopped to get coffee Monday morning, and had the two littlest men with me...As the lady made my frappacino (happiness in a cup), she made small talk about how having all boys must keep my hands full. I smiled as she handed me my coffee, and I told her there was absolutely no othe way i would have it. My boys, all three of them, are amazing little men....and they are the reason I can smile through anything!!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Story of my life
What a weekend!!
Looking back over the last couple of days, I cannot help but wonder how in the world I survived. It was my weekend to work, although, it seems to be my weekend to work more than it isn't, but thats another story. So I spent the last two days with most of my waking hours being run ragged in the world of retail. Mind you, I did get massive amounts of work done, but that also means when I finally did get to sit down my whole body was tingling from exhaustion and I just wanted to curl up and sleep. My children, of course, were so full of energy and thrilled to see me. They had all kinds of things to fill me in on. Isaiah finished his family homework assignment, which was a picture of what magic looked like to him. (keep in mind, Isaiah was heart broken when I left for work this morning because he wanted to finish the project with me & wasn't sure what to draw. In my rush, I asked him what comes to mind when he thinks of magic & he said a bunny in a hat. Simple enough, I said, take a black paper, cut out a top hat, white cotton balls for the bunny and little strips of colorful paper for the sparks when the magic happens) I smiled to myself as I admired the wonderful depiction of the bunny in the hat, done exactly as I had suggested. I had gotten to help him from afar.
Dominique wanted to tell me all about what he was going to invent when he grows up....I can't quite remember what it was, but I know it required him making his own wires and involved a robot of sorts. Future inventions are a common topic in my house at the moment. Isaiah and Dominique play off each others ideas, and today was no different. As Dominique started the description, Isaiah would add to it and get more excited as the idea became bigger and bigger. I thought to myself, as this very lengthy description was going on, that I might very well be raising the next wright brothers.
Then came Vincey...my amazing littlest man....he is the strong silent type. Vincey is beginning to use his words.....very very slowly...but well on his way. I called for him & told him mommy needed a kiss. He came running over to me with puckered lips I knelt down to get my kiss. Just as our lips were about to touch, he looked at me, smiled & shook his head no. I asked 'no?! did mommy just get rejected?' Another smile and a quick shake of his head, up and down while clapping. Little booger, finally figured out how to say yes & used it correctly, I think I would have liked it better if he wasn't confirming his mother's rejection with applause!
I missed a lot this weekend. I spent more of my waking hours at work than with my boys....I got a lot of work done, ran myself ragged, and tomorrow it will be unappreciated. But the moment I came through the door, my family appreciated my presence. The feeling that all was right now that mommy was home. The happiness. The laughter. The rejected kisses. The bedtime prayers and little arms strangling me as they avoided that final goodnight before the lights went out. Its these moments that I am truly myself. Tonight....my heart smiled big.
Looking back over the last couple of days, I cannot help but wonder how in the world I survived. It was my weekend to work, although, it seems to be my weekend to work more than it isn't, but thats another story. So I spent the last two days with most of my waking hours being run ragged in the world of retail. Mind you, I did get massive amounts of work done, but that also means when I finally did get to sit down my whole body was tingling from exhaustion and I just wanted to curl up and sleep. My children, of course, were so full of energy and thrilled to see me. They had all kinds of things to fill me in on. Isaiah finished his family homework assignment, which was a picture of what magic looked like to him. (keep in mind, Isaiah was heart broken when I left for work this morning because he wanted to finish the project with me & wasn't sure what to draw. In my rush, I asked him what comes to mind when he thinks of magic & he said a bunny in a hat. Simple enough, I said, take a black paper, cut out a top hat, white cotton balls for the bunny and little strips of colorful paper for the sparks when the magic happens) I smiled to myself as I admired the wonderful depiction of the bunny in the hat, done exactly as I had suggested. I had gotten to help him from afar.
Dominique wanted to tell me all about what he was going to invent when he grows up....I can't quite remember what it was, but I know it required him making his own wires and involved a robot of sorts. Future inventions are a common topic in my house at the moment. Isaiah and Dominique play off each others ideas, and today was no different. As Dominique started the description, Isaiah would add to it and get more excited as the idea became bigger and bigger. I thought to myself, as this very lengthy description was going on, that I might very well be raising the next wright brothers.
Then came Vincey...my amazing littlest man....he is the strong silent type. Vincey is beginning to use his words.....very very slowly...but well on his way. I called for him & told him mommy needed a kiss. He came running over to me with puckered lips I knelt down to get my kiss. Just as our lips were about to touch, he looked at me, smiled & shook his head no. I asked 'no?! did mommy just get rejected?' Another smile and a quick shake of his head, up and down while clapping. Little booger, finally figured out how to say yes & used it correctly, I think I would have liked it better if he wasn't confirming his mother's rejection with applause!
I missed a lot this weekend. I spent more of my waking hours at work than with my boys....I got a lot of work done, ran myself ragged, and tomorrow it will be unappreciated. But the moment I came through the door, my family appreciated my presence. The feeling that all was right now that mommy was home. The happiness. The laughter. The rejected kisses. The bedtime prayers and little arms strangling me as they avoided that final goodnight before the lights went out. Its these moments that I am truly myself. Tonight....my heart smiled big.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wishing it were easier
If ever there were a time that I wished I could see the future to know how this turns out...now would be it. One day, I have a plan, I have made a decision, and I am ready to make changes...then the next day happens and we are back at square one.
This shouldn't be a difficult decision. I am a mommy before all else. There is nowhere I would rather be than with my children. I don't have affordable childcare, and it doesn't make sense for me to work at the rates I would have to be paying. But I have worked since I was 16 years old....not only that, but I have worked for the same company that entire span. Giving up the financial stability that comes with me working, giving up the security of a long term position within a stable company, giving up nearly 13 years tenure with 4 weeks vacation time....its a choice that cannot be undone....its a chance....and I have never been very good at those.
This shouldn't be a difficult decision. I am a mommy before all else. There is nowhere I would rather be than with my children. I don't have affordable childcare, and it doesn't make sense for me to work at the rates I would have to be paying. But I have worked since I was 16 years old....not only that, but I have worked for the same company that entire span. Giving up the financial stability that comes with me working, giving up the security of a long term position within a stable company, giving up nearly 13 years tenure with 4 weeks vacation time....its a choice that cannot be undone....its a chance....and I have never been very good at those.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Just Another Day
A mommy never stops smiling....
This has more truth in it than you realize. Sometimes, as a mommy, I am smiling because my 3 boys are absolutely amazing and bring me more joy than words could ever express.....the kind of moments that facebook status' are made of. Then, at other times, I smile because they have said or done something that makes me laugh and think 'this really isn't happening right now'....you know what I am talking about. The smile that comes from that moment when all you can think is 'this isn't really my life'. Funny, though, those moments also make it to become great facebook status' too. You have to wonder if some people stay on your friends list just because your life makes them a bit more grateful for their own....who knows...
So, where are we? Well, I am currently a working mother of 3.....ages 8, 4, and 2....but on Monday, my notice will officially be given & I will be staying home with my boys on a full time basis. Its quite a change. The kind I wish I could watch somebody else go through & then decide for myself if it is something I can do. The staying home part doesn't scare me. I really do have cool kids....but the not having money part...holy smokes I am not ready for that!! I haven't told the kids yet, just in case something happens and I keep working. Dom would be crushed if I told him I was staying home & then didn't. He is the 4 year old & is my baby....I mean...not my favorite or anything because mommy's don't have those, but he is the middle child (which I was) and he favors me....when daddy is tickling mommy & Isaiah is holding me down & Vincey (the true baby) is plopping himself on my face.....Dom is the only one trying to rescue me. Bless his little heart. This, for the record, is an unfair fight....given the physical proportions of my family, Isaiah, daddy & vincey are built like football players...mommy & Dom are closer to string beans. Daddy can hold both of my hands in one of his....So, in a tickle fight, mommy & Dom lose (but we do put up a pretty darn good fight).
In any event, we are on the verge of a huge change for my family...feel free to follow along...even I don't know how this one will go....but I bet I will smile through it!!
This has more truth in it than you realize. Sometimes, as a mommy, I am smiling because my 3 boys are absolutely amazing and bring me more joy than words could ever express.....the kind of moments that facebook status' are made of. Then, at other times, I smile because they have said or done something that makes me laugh and think 'this really isn't happening right now'....you know what I am talking about. The smile that comes from that moment when all you can think is 'this isn't really my life'. Funny, though, those moments also make it to become great facebook status' too. You have to wonder if some people stay on your friends list just because your life makes them a bit more grateful for their own....who knows...
So, where are we? Well, I am currently a working mother of 3.....ages 8, 4, and 2....but on Monday, my notice will officially be given & I will be staying home with my boys on a full time basis. Its quite a change. The kind I wish I could watch somebody else go through & then decide for myself if it is something I can do. The staying home part doesn't scare me. I really do have cool kids....but the not having money part...holy smokes I am not ready for that!! I haven't told the kids yet, just in case something happens and I keep working. Dom would be crushed if I told him I was staying home & then didn't. He is the 4 year old & is my baby....I mean...not my favorite or anything because mommy's don't have those, but he is the middle child (which I was) and he favors me....when daddy is tickling mommy & Isaiah is holding me down & Vincey (the true baby) is plopping himself on my face.....Dom is the only one trying to rescue me. Bless his little heart. This, for the record, is an unfair fight....given the physical proportions of my family, Isaiah, daddy & vincey are built like football players...mommy & Dom are closer to string beans. Daddy can hold both of my hands in one of his....So, in a tickle fight, mommy & Dom lose (but we do put up a pretty darn good fight).
In any event, we are on the verge of a huge change for my family...feel free to follow along...even I don't know how this one will go....but I bet I will smile through it!!
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