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Category Archives: Everyday Bliss
Every night before I put her in bed, Songbird insists that we read The Very Hungry Caterpillar. There’s a section inside that describes what the caterpillar eats … one apple, two pears, etc, etc. The apple one is Songbird’s favorite; I’m not sure whether it’s because she can actually say “apple” or because we eat lots of apples around here. One page shows five oranges. Eric Carle’s oranges, except for the color, look somewhat similar to his apples:
She calls them apples, despite my repeated attempts to get her to say “orange”.
I realized the other day that her teachers must be working on teaching colors. She pointed at something and said, very clearly, “bah-lue.” Lo and behold, the whatever-it-was, was blue. So we’ve been quizzing her on other colors.
Knight held up a piece of blue construction paper the other day, and she correctly identified it as “bah-lue”. Next, green. She made a valiant effort to say, “green”. Same with yellow.
Then he held up an orange one. She said (and I can’t make this stuff up), “apple”.
Oh, yes, she did.
I took her to the doctor over the weekend for the runny nose and coughing that everyone seems to get this time of year. (Side note: ear infection. Boo-hiss. Antibiotics to the rescue!) In the waiting room, they have a ginormous orange crayon on the wall.
I pointed to it and asked her what color… (wait for it)…
That child said, “Apple.”
Thank you, Eric Carle.
It was hard to narrow it down to ten, but here we go…
1. Cuddle. I love Saturday mornings, when they are both warm and still a little sleepy and clamber up into my lap. They are definitely a lap-full. We all snuggle under a blanket in the recliner and watch cartoons. For about 15 minutes. Then they’re just too wiggly or hungry or something. But it’s great while it lasts!!
2. Read. Songbird will bring me a book and very clearly say, “Read book”, in a tone that means business. (This is a sly opportunity for more cuddles for me!) I don’t read to Jet so much anymore, but I love, love, love that he will see me reading and go get a book for himself. Then we read together in the quiet… I’m so glad that he’s developed a love of reading!
3. Cook. Jet and Songbird have both been my sous chefs in the kitchen, and, while it can sometimes be frustratingly slow, it’s something that they both love. Songbird is often more help than I know what to do with!
4. Tickle. There’s nothing like big belly laughs from my kids to make my day better!!
5. Pray. Hearing Jet’s little voice asking and thanking God for things that are important to him… it gives me goosebumps sometimes. Songbird doesn’t pray with real words yet, but she folds her hands and bows her head and babbles, and finishes with a firm “Amen”, complete with head-nod. Too cute!
6. Color. I just love to color in coloring books – it’s really stress-relieving! Sometimes I get them to color just because I want to.
7. Go to the park. The being outside and being loud and running around is just good for them. I love to watch them have fun!
8. See and experience new things. We’ve done quite a bit of this together in New Jersey – going to the beach, into NYC, and all sorts of other stuff. We’ll be doing plenty more since Knight is planning to make a career out of the Army!
9. Kiss on them. They’re just so sweet! When Jet was little, I could get him to give me all sorts of kisses – on both cheeks, then my chin, my forehead, ears… and then I’d return the favor. He’ll still do it now, sometimes… But Songbird kisses very.. umm… enthusiastically. It’s fun!
10. Watch them sleep. They’re just so peaceful. And quiet.
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Murphy’s First Law of Tardiness: The speed of the children involved is inversely proportional to the number of minutes by which the parent is running late.
(That is to say, the later I’m running, the slower my kids are. At everything.)
Murphy’s Second Law of Tardiness: The ability of necessary items to hide increases by a factor of ten for each minute by which the parent is running late.
(Loosely translated as, “Where on earth is my car key?!?!” Repeat twice a minute for twenty minutes whilst turning the house upside down.)
Murphy’s Third Law of Tardiness: The number of red lights between the parent and their final destination is directly proportional to the number of minutes by which the parent is running late.
(In other words, every light was red this morning.)
Murphy’s Fourth Law of Tardiness: The intensity of squabbles between children involved increases exponentially based upon the number of minutes by which the parent is running late.
(“She hit me!” *insert angry baby babble and pointing here* “But I didn’t do anything to her!” *insert more intensely angry baby babble and pointing here* Lather, rinse, repeat.)
All’s well that ends well, I suppose. We are all in our proper places, hopefully with smiles on our faces.
I just hope Murphy’s had his fill of our house for awhile.
I used to be a huge procrastinator. I always figured I’d have more time to do it later.
But somewhere along the way, I finally figured out that I’ll never have more time. I’ve adopted the mantra that, for most things, “It’ll never be easier than it is right now.”
This mentality works for all sorts of things, from cleaning the toilet while the kids are in the bath to finally booking a hotel room for a family trip to DC (which I did yesterday!).
I think being an Army wife is teaching me that I need to grab what I can get, when I can get it, whether that’s time with my family or making a trip to a local landmark. The truth is, though, that this do-it-now attitude is a mental shift. Instead of sitting on my tukus doing nothing (though there is definintely a time to do *that*, too!), I just do what needs to be done.
Getting Things Done brings a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment that is so much better than the dread of knowing I have to do somthing, or of feeling like I missed an opportunity.
Just do it *now* – it works for me!
So we have this dog.
She’s really sweet and great around the kids and smallish and never makes a mess in the house. She’s very calm and doesn’t eat much or chew anything. She’s older, which is probably a contributing factor to her greatness. If I could choose a dog, she would probably be it.
But she’s got us trained. And we haven’t even had her that long.
Last fall, some friends of ours were in the process of moving and (to make a somewhat convoluted story short) couldn’t take her with them. We offered to dog-sit while they were moving and… we just sort of… kept her. Largely because the kids fell in love with her and I just couldn’t say no.
And she really is a great dog. Really.
But she won’t go up the stairs by herself in the evening when it’s time to go to bed.
Maybe she has an excuse. We have hardwood floors, even on the stairs. One of the first nights we had her, she was on her way up the stairs, when she slipped and literally tumbled tail-over-nose back down to the bottom. She got up and shook it off, but being the Mommy that I am, I scooped her up and comforted her. Then I carried her up the stairs to go to bed. BIG. MISTAKE.
Now we have to carry her up the stairs every night.
Do you ever find yourself doing something that you’ve been routinely doing for awhile that really doesn’t hurt anything or anyone and think to yourself, “If anyone ever saw me doing this on a regular basis, I’d have a lot of explaining to do”?
That’s how I feel about having to carry the
stupid obviously incredibly intelligent dog up the stairs every night. Really, though, it’s the lesser of two evils. If we don’t carry her up when we go to bed, she’ll eventually decide that she wants to be upstairs with us, and start barking. Now, if she was one of my kids, I’d be all, “You have four perfectly good legs – figure it out!” However, all of this barking is likely to wake the kids, and it’s easier to just go down the frickin’ stairs and carry up the stupid smarter-than-I-am dog.
I’ve even tried to
teach her a lesson train her. I’ll bring her up about halfway, set her down, and continue on my way. Once or twice, she’s started on her way up, but slipped and fallen. All the way back down the stairs. And I swear she does it on purpose. She’s probably all thinking to herself, “Hey, this worked that one time! If it ain’t broke…” Other times, she just barks some more. I don’t want her to wake the kids, so I go get her and bring her up.
Here’s the thing: I know she can do it. There have been times when she was downstairs when I left for work in the mornings, and, when I come home for lunch, she comes downstairs to greet me.
It just INFURIATES me. I mean, I have a four-year college degree. I’ve trained entire roomsful of teenagers to do exactly what I tell them.
And I can’t get the stupid, manipulative dog to go up the $%@)!(* stairs.
So every night, when we get ready to go upstairs, I gather up stuff – my iPhone and cord, my Kindle.. and … The Dog.