Well my babies are growing up. I knew it was happening but today I had the shock of my life. Storyteller lost her tooth during lunch at school today. She was so excited! I was so shocked. ST bit into an apple at lunch. Her tooth got stuck in the flesh of the apple. When she pulled at the apple the tooth came out. ST said that she cried and that her friend, Amari tried to comfort her. I knew she had a loose tooth. We went to the dentist the 1st Friday in January, and the dental hygenist told me that Storyteller had a loose tooth. I didn't know about it until then. I certainly wasn't expecting her to lose a tooth first. Neither did DQ, I suppose.
Drama Queen has 2 loose teeth. They are far more loose than Storyteller's you can see them wiggle. But DQ seems relunctant to force the issue. Same dentist visit, I asked what DQ could do to loose teeth. The answer? ... WIGGLE THEM! She won't wiggle them.
Storyteller was so cute. The tooth has some blood on it. ST wanted to rinse the blood off. She was really worried that the tooth fairy would find it distasteful. My last words to her tonight were to assure her that the tooth fairy won't be bothered by the blood.
What amazes me so much is how small it looks in its little plastic bag. It looks way smaller than when it was in her mouth.
You may be wondering what my response to ST losing her teeth is. I started to cry. My baby lost her first tooth, and I had tears rolling out of my eyes. I was so happy for her but I also felt something else. There was a twinge of something, and I'm not sure what it is.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
All the posts that aren't
Well over the past weeks and days somethings have happened that Passionfruit felt ought to go in my blog.
For instance, during the week of children with no school Sexy Neighbor came by to give us a bag of Ice Melt. Their drive way is prefectly level unlike their old house. I went to the door and spoke to her with my new fashion statement hair do. I tried bringing back the Pebbles look but it didn't work. Passionfruit grimaced each time he looked at me. I have to give it to Sexy Neighbor she managed to keep the laughter from surfacing. I don't think I want to play poker with that chick.
I know that there were others. But I've forgotten them. I have my own I want to tell. The other night I had a nightmare. I mean a nightmare! I had aliens, vampires, Frankenstein monsters. You get the picture. Well the dream ended with the screaming banshee. This banshee was terribly loud... so loud it woke me up... and Passionfruit, too. In fact Passionfruit (who sleeps very lightly) was thrashing about attempting to stay in bed. I had been screaming like a banshee in my sleep. I even heard myself as I was woke up to the thrashing. Once he managed to stay in bed he frantically reached over to console me. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your point of view I suppose, I was quite well awake by then. In fact I was giggling with mirth because of Passionfruit's antics. Passionfruit asked me what was wrong. I told him I had a nightmare. Puzzled he kept asking me why I was laughing. I didn't have the heart to tell him why at that moment.
In fact I'm still lol. I didn't see any of the antics they were just perceived through my other senses but it is still hilarious. I was really, really loud. No wonder Passionfruit acted like we were being invaded. I'm going to have to stop writing. I'm disturbing the library customers with my chuckles.
For instance, during the week of children with no school Sexy Neighbor came by to give us a bag of Ice Melt. Their drive way is prefectly level unlike their old house. I went to the door and spoke to her with my new fashion statement hair do. I tried bringing back the Pebbles look but it didn't work. Passionfruit grimaced each time he looked at me. I have to give it to Sexy Neighbor she managed to keep the laughter from surfacing. I don't think I want to play poker with that chick.
I know that there were others. But I've forgotten them. I have my own I want to tell. The other night I had a nightmare. I mean a nightmare! I had aliens, vampires, Frankenstein monsters. You get the picture. Well the dream ended with the screaming banshee. This banshee was terribly loud... so loud it woke me up... and Passionfruit, too. In fact Passionfruit (who sleeps very lightly) was thrashing about attempting to stay in bed. I had been screaming like a banshee in my sleep. I even heard myself as I was woke up to the thrashing. Once he managed to stay in bed he frantically reached over to console me. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your point of view I suppose, I was quite well awake by then. In fact I was giggling with mirth because of Passionfruit's antics. Passionfruit asked me what was wrong. I told him I had a nightmare. Puzzled he kept asking me why I was laughing. I didn't have the heart to tell him why at that moment.
In fact I'm still lol. I didn't see any of the antics they were just perceived through my other senses but it is still hilarious. I was really, really loud. No wonder Passionfruit acted like we were being invaded. I'm going to have to stop writing. I'm disturbing the library customers with my chuckles.
Monday, January 15, 2007
My weekend
One would think that being stuck in a house with three little girls for the whole weekend would have driven me bonkers. Well it didn't. In fact, it was one of my best weekends in recent times.
I know that some family members found me rather dull when I was a stay-at-home mom. I think Passionfruit thought I was a bore. However, I would have to say that I really did enjoy being a professional mommy. I loved being able to run around doing what I wanted to do most of the time. Yes. I was a mother centered on my children. They were my world and my companions. Yes. There were times when I was lonely and bored. But overall I had fun with them.
But this weekend was a return to what it was like with the kids on a full-time bases. I allowed them to crawl all over me. I allowed them to jump on me. We played games. We read books. They made hot chocolate for themselves. I did the laundry. We baked pies. My house is a wreck but we had a good time together.
Now I have to admit that I can not say that I would have had such a good time if Passionfruit hadn't been here to spell me at times. I actually got to go to the bathroom alone a few times. This weekend should be remembered by all as a good weekend... a good memory. I'm glad we had this time together.
When I reflect on being a working mother I realize that I won't be "loyal" to the outside work. I want to be loyal to my children. I want to be involved with them. It was this weekend that I found out that DQ is teased at school for being Chinese. What can one say? It hurts to be teased but I told her that children always tease others for their differences. I asked her to think about all the kids in her school. I asked her whether all the children are a like? Their not. So I asked her whether she thought everyone of the students has been teased at one time or another. DQ didn't seem too upset after that.
There is a book at my library that is relatively new. The title is More than just a mother. I find this title offensive. I never stopped to look at it because I bristle everytime I look at it. Being a mother is one of the most difficult jobs a woman could ever take on in her life. Her charges are the most critical of her and are the ones that love her. I cherish my children. They are my life in the most profound way. I think the title should be More than just a woman. Any female born can be a woman but not all women can be a mother. I have a friend that I share the challenges of mothering. We often discuss our fears. Fears of whether we are mothering well. We fear that we are hurting our children. At that particular lunch we realized that those that do abuse children don't really worry about hurting their children. Yes, my friend, parenting is one of the most difficult, challenging, exhausting roles we live but I think we are doing the best we can. And I think our best is above average. Our Christian life is challenged by our children but think what our role model puts up with for thousands of years. Errant children frustrate God, don't you think? One can almost look at the New Testament as God looking for a positive way to deal with his challenging offspring. Think about it. The New Testament is all positive and loving but I don't think it is one hundred percent effective in getting God's children to follow Him. So God still finds us a challenge but I think he takes a lot of time outs.
I want to end with this thought: I am a mother. I am a human. I have failings. But everyday I try very hard to start the day a new. Work at one point made me loose my focus. I work to keep my focus on what is important... my children. I refuse to apologize for being mother focused. I am a mother. Accept me for who I am. I am not just a woman. I am a mother.
I know that some family members found me rather dull when I was a stay-at-home mom. I think Passionfruit thought I was a bore. However, I would have to say that I really did enjoy being a professional mommy. I loved being able to run around doing what I wanted to do most of the time. Yes. I was a mother centered on my children. They were my world and my companions. Yes. There were times when I was lonely and bored. But overall I had fun with them.
But this weekend was a return to what it was like with the kids on a full-time bases. I allowed them to crawl all over me. I allowed them to jump on me. We played games. We read books. They made hot chocolate for themselves. I did the laundry. We baked pies. My house is a wreck but we had a good time together.
Now I have to admit that I can not say that I would have had such a good time if Passionfruit hadn't been here to spell me at times. I actually got to go to the bathroom alone a few times. This weekend should be remembered by all as a good weekend... a good memory. I'm glad we had this time together.
When I reflect on being a working mother I realize that I won't be "loyal" to the outside work. I want to be loyal to my children. I want to be involved with them. It was this weekend that I found out that DQ is teased at school for being Chinese. What can one say? It hurts to be teased but I told her that children always tease others for their differences. I asked her to think about all the kids in her school. I asked her whether all the children are a like? Their not. So I asked her whether she thought everyone of the students has been teased at one time or another. DQ didn't seem too upset after that.
There is a book at my library that is relatively new. The title is More than just a mother. I find this title offensive. I never stopped to look at it because I bristle everytime I look at it. Being a mother is one of the most difficult jobs a woman could ever take on in her life. Her charges are the most critical of her and are the ones that love her. I cherish my children. They are my life in the most profound way. I think the title should be More than just a woman. Any female born can be a woman but not all women can be a mother. I have a friend that I share the challenges of mothering. We often discuss our fears. Fears of whether we are mothering well. We fear that we are hurting our children. At that particular lunch we realized that those that do abuse children don't really worry about hurting their children. Yes, my friend, parenting is one of the most difficult, challenging, exhausting roles we live but I think we are doing the best we can. And I think our best is above average. Our Christian life is challenged by our children but think what our role model puts up with for thousands of years. Errant children frustrate God, don't you think? One can almost look at the New Testament as God looking for a positive way to deal with his challenging offspring. Think about it. The New Testament is all positive and loving but I don't think it is one hundred percent effective in getting God's children to follow Him. So God still finds us a challenge but I think he takes a lot of time outs.
I want to end with this thought: I am a mother. I am a human. I have failings. But everyday I try very hard to start the day a new. Work at one point made me loose my focus. I work to keep my focus on what is important... my children. I refuse to apologize for being mother focused. I am a mother. Accept me for who I am. I am not just a woman. I am a mother.
Friday, January 12, 2007
On ice
Well I've not been very faithful to this blog. So I have an afternoon off due to a major winter storm. We are covered in ice.
Since I last blogged, we moved Miss Independence's bed in with her two older sisters. She seems to have less of an issue with frustration. I rather like the set up myself. I put the babymonitor in that room so know I can hear all three of them. This has come in handy when trying to get them to go to sleep. Also I can now hear DQ. She swears that she calls for me but she doesn't.
Another update that I need to make is that we made contact with ST's old friend. We were going to have a playdate tomorrow but I called up and explained I wasn't about to drive on ice. It seems that the little girl has been missing ST too.
Sounds like I need to go. I got the girls home with me. They didn't cancel school for them so I took them out while making my way home from work. They let us out at Noon today due to hazardous road conditions.
Since I last blogged, we moved Miss Independence's bed in with her two older sisters. She seems to have less of an issue with frustration. I rather like the set up myself. I put the babymonitor in that room so know I can hear all three of them. This has come in handy when trying to get them to go to sleep. Also I can now hear DQ. She swears that she calls for me but she doesn't.
Another update that I need to make is that we made contact with ST's old friend. We were going to have a playdate tomorrow but I called up and explained I wasn't about to drive on ice. It seems that the little girl has been missing ST too.
Sounds like I need to go. I got the girls home with me. They didn't cancel school for them so I took them out while making my way home from work. They let us out at Noon today due to hazardous road conditions.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
The times they are a changing!
We had a nice Christmas. This year it was Miss Independence who got upset with Santa. She had asked for a real horse. Santa failed to supply. With tears glistening in her eyes and her nightgown in hand MI comes to me and says "I don't want this nightgown!" Tossing the offending garment away with flourish MI starts to cry. Of course it was interesting that she tossed my gift that I gave her and not the red wagon that Santa gave her. By the way she enjoys her red wagon. I'm looking forward to the summer and walking to the pool in the neighborhood. No longer will I be doing my impression of a donkey!
Sweet Storyteller continues to be happy with whatever she is given. Drama Queen got exactly what she wanted from Santa (THANK GOD! I can't imagine having to deal with two crying divas at one time) All in all a good Christmas!
MI has been having problems lately. I've come to the decision that she feels ostracized. She sleeps in her own room. Her seat in the mini-van is all alone while the two older girls ride in the back together and sleep in a room together. So last night she wandered into her sisters' bedroom and went to sleep in DQ's bed.
After this I've decided after measuring the beds and the space left in the older girls' bedroom that we can fit 3 twin beds in there. It will just be a room with beds and dressers. MI's room will be the play room. While falling to sleep last night I realized that I could move our sleeper sofa into the play room to accomadate overnight guests! Of course this would mean that I would need to buy a sofa for the living room but hey I'm willing to scarifice! Other plans/thoughts for the "sleeping room" is to remove the closet door so that it won't matter too much if the beds block that space by mere inches. Oh I'm rather excited by the whole concept. I can't wait to implement it!
Before I do any of the "major changes" (ie, removing the closet door, moving the sofa) I will give the arrangement a test drive. Stay tuned for I will keep you posted.
Sweet Storyteller continues to be happy with whatever she is given. Drama Queen got exactly what she wanted from Santa (THANK GOD! I can't imagine having to deal with two crying divas at one time) All in all a good Christmas!
MI has been having problems lately. I've come to the decision that she feels ostracized. She sleeps in her own room. Her seat in the mini-van is all alone while the two older girls ride in the back together and sleep in a room together. So last night she wandered into her sisters' bedroom and went to sleep in DQ's bed.
After this I've decided after measuring the beds and the space left in the older girls' bedroom that we can fit 3 twin beds in there. It will just be a room with beds and dressers. MI's room will be the play room. While falling to sleep last night I realized that I could move our sleeper sofa into the play room to accomadate overnight guests! Of course this would mean that I would need to buy a sofa for the living room but hey I'm willing to scarifice! Other plans/thoughts for the "sleeping room" is to remove the closet door so that it won't matter too much if the beds block that space by mere inches. Oh I'm rather excited by the whole concept. I can't wait to implement it!
Before I do any of the "major changes" (ie, removing the closet door, moving the sofa) I will give the arrangement a test drive. Stay tuned for I will keep you posted.
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