Well, this morning I had a child pour some milk into a cup and then jump up onto the counter to get into the cupboard for a straw.... and as he was jumping back down he spilled his full cup of milk! My first thought, 'I can't get mad, I said on the blog that I would try to take a deep breath and clean it up with my child.' And so I did. I grabbed some paper towel, handed it to my son and together we cleaned up the spilled milk.
I was wondering what else I should confess that I struggle with on here, it certainly made me think and react in a better way this morning:)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Puke, Poop and Spilled Juice
You know you are a Mom when.....you find it funny (at the end of the day, when your children are sweetly sleeping), that you had to clean up spilled juice off the floor and counter (and of course the juice was just made and the pitcher full when it spilled!), and you had a shoulder covered in baby puke, and had baby poop on your shirt too!
My Sweet Bundle of Love can really spit up! After his mid morning feed, he really spit up a lot on me, and honestly it doesn't phase me one bit. I figured there was no point in changing my shirt because the chances of it happening again was high and I do the laundry, and frankly I do enough of it that I don't want to be changing my clothes every time I get baby puke on my clothes. (That would be an extra load a day for me!)
Later that day, he was in his baby swing and I needed to put him to bed, so I picked him up and snuggled him in close when I felt something squishy on my hand, and then I realized he had pooped out his diaper! And not just a little, but it was one of those big explosive poops that go everywhere! (Due to the hot weather, all he was wearing was his diaper and a shirt.) Then I realized that it was on my shirt. I actually didn't change my shirt for an hour after I had the poop on it. This all happened in the midst of trying to get supper ready, knowing that time was ticking because I had to get the babysitter and My Man and I were going out.
So, we got supper done, (and now I am really feeling the time pressure of having to get the
babysitter), when one of my sweet children was trying to get some juice out of the full pitcher when the lid 'just came off'! Of course, (due to my human nature), my first thought was to get upset, then I took a deep breath, and realized it wouldn't be the end of the world if we were late, and my child really didn't mean to spill the juice. So together we cleaned it up, then off to get the babysitter we went.
My Man and I were about 5 mins late, and the funny thing was, so were all of our other friends! We all drove down the street to our friends house at the same time! I was thinking as we all arrived at the same time, how bad I would have felt if I would have gotten upset at my child! (Sadly, that has happened, and I hate how awful I feel!)
I just want to encourage all you Moms out there, at the end of the day when you are tired and ready to collapse and a child spills juice or milk, take a deep breath, smile and together with your child clean it up. Trust me, not getting frustrated over spilled juice doesn't come naturally, it is something that I am working on too:)
My Sweet Bundle of Love can really spit up! After his mid morning feed, he really spit up a lot on me, and honestly it doesn't phase me one bit. I figured there was no point in changing my shirt because the chances of it happening again was high and I do the laundry, and frankly I do enough of it that I don't want to be changing my clothes every time I get baby puke on my clothes. (That would be an extra load a day for me!)
Later that day, he was in his baby swing and I needed to put him to bed, so I picked him up and snuggled him in close when I felt something squishy on my hand, and then I realized he had pooped out his diaper! And not just a little, but it was one of those big explosive poops that go everywhere! (Due to the hot weather, all he was wearing was his diaper and a shirt.) Then I realized that it was on my shirt. I actually didn't change my shirt for an hour after I had the poop on it. This all happened in the midst of trying to get supper ready, knowing that time was ticking because I had to get the babysitter and My Man and I were going out.
So, we got supper done, (and now I am really feeling the time pressure of having to get the
babysitter), when one of my sweet children was trying to get some juice out of the full pitcher when the lid 'just came off'! Of course, (due to my human nature), my first thought was to get upset, then I took a deep breath, and realized it wouldn't be the end of the world if we were late, and my child really didn't mean to spill the juice. So together we cleaned it up, then off to get the babysitter we went.
My Man and I were about 5 mins late, and the funny thing was, so were all of our other friends! We all drove down the street to our friends house at the same time! I was thinking as we all arrived at the same time, how bad I would have felt if I would have gotten upset at my child! (Sadly, that has happened, and I hate how awful I feel!)
I just want to encourage all you Moms out there, at the end of the day when you are tired and ready to collapse and a child spills juice or milk, take a deep breath, smile and together with your child clean it up. Trust me, not getting frustrated over spilled juice doesn't come naturally, it is something that I am working on too:)
Friday, May 28, 2010
To Tan or Not to Tan.....That is the question
The warm heat of the summer (although still only May), is upon us:) Which means I am either in shorts or a skirt, which also means my very white pasty legs (with varicose veins) are out and showing for everyone to see. I know sun tanning isn't good for me, but it makes me feel so much better having slightly darker skin. Last year my younger brother got married. I was a bridesmaid, so to prepare for my 'bridesmaid look' I went to a tanning booth (first time I've ever done that). By the time my brothers wedding came I looked nice and tanned and not still white. Looking back on those pictures I like how tanned I looked! Which brings me to my constant debate with myself. I would feel so stupid if due to my vanity I ended up with skin cancer! But then I think what are the odds that I would really end up with skin cancer? A little tan would be nice.
Oh, to tan or not to tan, that is the vanity question of the day?
Oh, to tan or not to tan, that is the vanity question of the day?
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Memories
This weekend has definitely taken me back to different times in my life. There is a lot of fun, great and happy times, and of course some sadder moments.
It all started Friday night when my husband decided to convert our VHS home movies to DVD. Our first VHS started off with me pregnant and then our first born. She was definitely the typical first child with lots of video of her! The other kids kept asking when we would see them on the video! Oh how the past 10 years have flown by! Watching her learn to roll over, crawl, take her first steps, learn to talk, took me right back in time.
Then, Saturday morning doing some cleaning, my Husband found some old cd's....Dance Mix '95 and the #1 Hits of the 80's!! Oh yeah! That's right folks! My mind raced back to my teens:) The good times driving in the car (aka The Boat!) with my Sista, with the music blaring and us singing at the top of our lungs! Oh the laughter and good times:)
Then we headed to visit my Dad. My Dad was needing some help with cleaning up some of my Mom's things. Going through her stuff I would remember the memories of that particular item. Whether it was the fruit bowls that I was packing up and remembering all the times we ate from those bowls or the coffee mugs that she would drink her hot water from. Oh the memories!
I look forward to continuing to making memories with my Husband, my children, my Family. As I sit her typing my Husband is packing up our trailer and getting it ready so that on a moments notice we are ready to go and make memories:)
Cherish the moments and take pictures of them:)
It all started Friday night when my husband decided to convert our VHS home movies to DVD. Our first VHS started off with me pregnant and then our first born. She was definitely the typical first child with lots of video of her! The other kids kept asking when we would see them on the video! Oh how the past 10 years have flown by! Watching her learn to roll over, crawl, take her first steps, learn to talk, took me right back in time.
Then, Saturday morning doing some cleaning, my Husband found some old cd's....Dance Mix '95 and the #1 Hits of the 80's!! Oh yeah! That's right folks! My mind raced back to my teens:) The good times driving in the car (aka The Boat!) with my Sista, with the music blaring and us singing at the top of our lungs! Oh the laughter and good times:)
Then we headed to visit my Dad. My Dad was needing some help with cleaning up some of my Mom's things. Going through her stuff I would remember the memories of that particular item. Whether it was the fruit bowls that I was packing up and remembering all the times we ate from those bowls or the coffee mugs that she would drink her hot water from. Oh the memories!
I look forward to continuing to making memories with my Husband, my children, my Family. As I sit her typing my Husband is packing up our trailer and getting it ready so that on a moments notice we are ready to go and make memories:)
Cherish the moments and take pictures of them:)
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I'm Back :)
I know it has been almost 3 months since my last blog....boy that went by quick!
Where has the time gone? Oh yeah I know, I was big, pregnant and could barely figure out what to make for supper let alone think of anything somewhat intelligent, (or at least make it sound intelligent), to say ;) Then I had my very sweet baby and I am sure you mothers understand the first month is kind of a blur ;) But now he is 6 weeks old and I'm not so tired and life is kinda normal again in our house:)
So, while at the park with my boys this morning, I saw a mom and I thought, 'I need to blog about her!' And here I am:)
My boys (6yrs & 3yrs) are having a great time. They are running, climbing, jumping, swinging high on the swings and jumping off. And then there is this little girl, (most likely around 4 or 5), wants to climb and her mom says, "oh, that's is too dangerous. That's scary, you can't do that." Meanwhile my 3 year old is 8 feet off the ground looking down at this girl. Then the girl wanted to go on something else, and again she wasn't allowed. The only thing this little girl was allowed to do was go up and down the slide! (Honestly, why tease the girl and bring her to a park and not let her play?) And of course her mom was right behind her the whole time! At the top of the slide, the little girl had a little trip, (and I mean a little trip that most kids wouldn't blink an eye at) and the mom was hugging her, hitting the slide and telling the slide that it was very bad and going on and on! Come on lady! Give her a quick hug and a kiss and let her get back up and playing again!
I got thinking of my own parenting what I do and what I don't want to do. I DO want to encourage my kids to try and reach beyond what they think they can do. And when they fall or fail at something, I want them to shake it off and get right back up and try again. I DON'T want to be constantly over them and holding them back from their greatest potential.
We need to let our children learn, grow and explore. And it all starts with climbing, jumping, playing with mud and digging for worms:)
Where has the time gone? Oh yeah I know, I was big, pregnant and could barely figure out what to make for supper let alone think of anything somewhat intelligent, (or at least make it sound intelligent), to say ;) Then I had my very sweet baby and I am sure you mothers understand the first month is kind of a blur ;) But now he is 6 weeks old and I'm not so tired and life is kinda normal again in our house:)
So, while at the park with my boys this morning, I saw a mom and I thought, 'I need to blog about her!' And here I am:)
My boys (6yrs & 3yrs) are having a great time. They are running, climbing, jumping, swinging high on the swings and jumping off. And then there is this little girl, (most likely around 4 or 5), wants to climb and her mom says, "oh, that's is too dangerous. That's scary, you can't do that." Meanwhile my 3 year old is 8 feet off the ground looking down at this girl. Then the girl wanted to go on something else, and again she wasn't allowed. The only thing this little girl was allowed to do was go up and down the slide! (Honestly, why tease the girl and bring her to a park and not let her play?) And of course her mom was right behind her the whole time! At the top of the slide, the little girl had a little trip, (and I mean a little trip that most kids wouldn't blink an eye at) and the mom was hugging her, hitting the slide and telling the slide that it was very bad and going on and on! Come on lady! Give her a quick hug and a kiss and let her get back up and playing again!
I got thinking of my own parenting what I do and what I don't want to do. I DO want to encourage my kids to try and reach beyond what they think they can do. And when they fall or fail at something, I want them to shake it off and get right back up and try again. I DON'T want to be constantly over them and holding them back from their greatest potential.
We need to let our children learn, grow and explore. And it all starts with climbing, jumping, playing with mud and digging for worms:)
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