What’s awesome

Do you know what is awesome? When your son climbs into bed with you at 4 in the morning and then, after tossing and turning for an hour, decides he wants his dad to take him back downstairs (Simon’s apparently the designated carrier – probably because I actually told Jack yesterday, “Sorry, mommy can’t carry you, I have girl arms, ask your father.” Yes, I did, I am ashamed and also, a lying liar.)

But more awesome than that is when they went to go downstairs, I took that moment to use the toilet and suddenly Jack was standing in front of me in the dark, covered in blood and shouting, “Oh no, I have a nosebleed!” Which is how I ended up stuck sitting on the toilet, shoving toilet paper up my kid’s nose at 5:00 a.m. My day was bound to be great after that. (Also, parenting is super glamorous.)

The nosebleed incident led me to land on the one downfall to Jack’s little hand – his small thumb is perfectly sized for optimal nose-picking and then bleeding because he can get it up there so far. This led to the following conversation I wish had never happened:

Me: “Jack, you need to stop picking your nose so this doesn’t happen.”
Jack: “But I was just so hungry.” [yes, yes he did say that]
Me: “And you really need to stop eating your boogers.”
Jack: “I just can’t help myself.”
Me: [Sigh]

Please send chocolate. And coffee.

 

 

Suck it up, or not?

I saw this post (When You’re Expected to “Pull It Together” by Angela Nazworth at (in)courage) yesterday in my feed reader and was drawn to the message because I am a “pull it together” type of person myself, but just for myself. I would never in a million years tell someone to suck it up who had just suffered a miscarriage (like the author of the blog post), or who was dealing with the death of someone in their lives or any other tragedy, but I do find that I say that very thing to myself fairly often.

“Just pull it together, Michelle.”
“Suck it up.”
“Don’t think about it.”
“It’s fine.”
“No worries.”

I say it to my kids when they fall down or run into walls (this happens more frequently than is perhaps normal – they are boys). And while there is good sense in that style of parenting – not over-reacting to the small things so as to produce reactions that are proportionate with what actually happened – there are times when tears are called for, like when blood is present or bumps immediately pop up below the surface of their skin. In those moments, I show them love and grace and take care of them, hugging them in their tears and holding them tightly to me.

And just like with my kids, there are times in our lives when tears and sorrow are called for, when we need our God to comfort us and when we should take the time to dwell in the sadness. Maybe you need that reminder today, or another day. Maybe you need to show yourself a little grace from time to time.

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Monday Musings

ememby_Monday_MusingsHappy Monday to you…

  • I’ve put some thought into this and decided that spring daylight savings time needs to happen on a weekday. Maybe on a Friday, maybe a Thursday, not certain. Because then for at least two days I can have children who will sleep in on a weekend morning – preferably a Saturday. Instead, when it happens on Saturday night, what I get is a big rush on Sunday morning for church (which is just fine) and kids who stay up too late on Sunday night and can’t wake up on Monday morning for school and instead cry and whine because I have to turn the lights on, which means I then I have to bribe them to get them out of bed without whining (I’m not above paying for good behavior on a Monday morning if it means the WHINING will stop – which money makes happen, people – judge away, but not until you’ve walked in my shoes). And you just know that by Saturday they will be used to the time change (because it is only an hour) and they will be back to jumping out of bed at 6:15 and coming upstairs to just give me a hug. So sweet. Stupid daylight savings – though I do like it being light in the evenings (I’m fickle).
  • I noted this on FB last night, but I watched a documentary on the American healthcare system (and how it is screwed up) last night on CNN. It was super interesting, not at all surprising and ultimately frustrating. Why can’t we figure out how to fix it and why do we let corporations screw things up? There are so many issues to be addressed, but we certainly need to actually be addressing them, right? Ugh. Don’t worry, I’m not about to get political, or dictate right and wrong myself, but I sure wish we could get it sorted out so people could get the care they need, at costs that make sense, delivered in the way that actually makes them better. Also, I wish more companies were like Safeway and actively promoted and incentive-ized better lifestyle choices, eating habits and workout routines. </rant>
  • I did an at-home shellac manicure with Heidi last week and it is still looking awesome, this might make my life greatly improved 😉 Bless you, Heidi!
  • I packed up about 10 boxes of stuff in the past week to clean out some of our normal clutter and home decor so as to make our house more appealing when we do go to sell it. Up next, tackling the toy situation in the boys’ room… it is out of control. Watch out kids, momma’s on a rampage.
  • I also put together a new cabinet (in black) thing with a cute light on top of it to finish off our living room, I’m a little in love with it (plus my manicure didn’t even get a ding in the process). Despite Simon’s less than whole-hearted enthusiasm, it’s just what our living room needed to complete it. Yes, it is.
  • I will be sad to sell our house – but I sure hope it does sell.
  • We finished celebrating Simon’s birthday on Saturday by going out for dinner and seeing Joel McHale (Simon’s present from me – the gift that gives back to both of us, much like the time I got U2 tickets for my birthday; or Simon got DMB tickets for Father’s Day… we rock at dual gift-giving).
  • I’ve never been to a live stand-up show and the comedians I’ve seen on TV are usually toned down because we have regular cable, not premium cable and therefore the swearing is mostly edited out, so I was prepared for some crassness and foul language, but also to laugh. And Joel McHale delivered on all fronts, plus made fun of Amway a bit and Grand Rapids with both our lack of actual rapids (thumb’s up us) and existence of VIDEO stores (because we are old-tymey at times).
  • He also has two younger boys at home and his stories about his kids had me laughing because they are all too familiar with our own kids and then it made me question how nice I am to my kids if I have had the same thoughts about my own children that a stand-up comic says out loud for shock value and entertainment… I’m going to assume it just means I’m well-adjusted and can laugh at the absurdities of life. Yes, that’s the story we are going with.
  • But the night was a success and Simon had a great time which is important since it was his birthday. And the children didn’t even swear at the babysitter, so win-win!
  • I am resigned to the fact that we suck at getting homework done at our house. Liam has a research project that is due while we are in Texas so we need to do it before we leave in less than two weeks. Which means we probably should have started working on it this weekend since he has to build a shelter and write a report about said shelter (he picked a teepee). The whole project is framed to be a family project – which is smart thinking since realistically, the parents are going to be the ones making the structure with input from the kids and it lets us off the hook for feeling guilty for making the thing for our kids. Smart move, Liam’s teacher, nicely played. So I guess I know what we’ll be doing next weekend.
  • After declaring himself not good at anything on Wednesday night, Liam managed to rally and “beat” his spelling test on Thursday and earn a Super Speller, which is awesome because I had sort of promised him this would happen in an effort to stop him from coming down on himself for missing a word and then had him pray about it at bedtime (he was tired and his brain stopped working – his words, not mine); love it when things actually work out how their supposed to in order to teach a life lesson and affirm faith.
  • Loving this Phillip Phillips song, even though they play it on the previews for that stupid new show “Ready for Love” (we’ll ignore than transgression):
  • I’m cautiously optimistic about our road trip to Texas, though I know better and know that instead I should prepare for the worst so I’m not disappointed. The boys were great two years ago and we didn’t use the DVD player at all the first day, drove into a tornado and got routed off the highway on the second day because an oil tanker overturned in the median so really, that trip could have gone way wrong and didn’t so I think our odds are good. That said, I reserve the right to anticipate horrible circumstances for the next two weeks.
  • Liam’s super excited because after we get back, he finally gets to get a fish. I told him we couldn’t get one until after we got back from Texas because I wasn’t paying a pet sitter for a fish – he insisted we could just find someone on care.com (thanks marketers).
  • I’m doing another detox today… I’m not nearly as thrilled about this as I could be (and I still had one cup of coffee this morning because I am not crazy), but I need a little jump start again and last time it was a success so I’m hoping this time will do it again. Plateaus suck, is my point (and vacation is coming and I will not be one of those people who does not enjoy vacation).
  • My fingers are cold.
  • I’m also cautiously optimistic that spring is on the way – the snow is melted and the temps hit 50 yesterday; I’m also 100% confident that it will snow again before too long, but whatevs… that’s Michigan for you.
  • When I have older children and I see younger moms out at restaurants with their kids, I’m going to give them lots of encouraging smiles and compliment their children on their behavior because I love it when that happens to me… it makes my day (not that it happens a lot, but it is nice when it does). I’m also going to carry treats with me and slip them to parents who look like they are at their wits end when they are grocery shopping because that’s nice, too, and hopefully not creepy to others.
  • Jack’s current favorite random phrase is, “Hola muchachos, who wants ice cream?” Of course… and I assume this is from a Nick Jr. show.

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Happy Friday folks – anyone else ready for the weekend? I know I am.
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One of our hotels in Chicago was newly remodeled and featured a water wall – the boys thought it was super cool.


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Liam gets a little into it when he plays the Wii… I finally stopped wondering what was getting broken when I hear it happening above my head when I am downstairs while he is playing.


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I was sitting on the couch reading and George and Simon decided I would make a good pillow.


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Jack drew me this picture to make me happy because Liam said a bad word… one child was winning that day.


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A collage from Maroon 5 (and Neon Trees). Sigh, Adam Levine.


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Just another shopping trip to Target complete with trying on sunnies and cheesy grins.


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Not to be outdone by his brother, a couple days later, Liam made me this nice picture.


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Jack had been insisting he wasn’t tired though he was throwing a fit about absolutely nothing… looks like mom does know best.


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Riding the penny pony at Meijer – that kid certainly lacks for personality, don’t you think?


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A healthy lunch to make up for a non-so-healthy but DELICIOUS dinner.


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Haircut by mom. Good looks by God.


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Bringing it full circle, Simon attempted a nap on our couch, our boys could not let that happen.


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My first “baby”


Things that are the worst

  • Sitting down on an ice cold toilet seat (work bathroom, I’m looking at you).
  • Hitting every red light on your way somewhere.
  • Grapes with seeds.
  • Having the kind of hair that curls fall right out of, but that frizzes up with the least bit of humidity and curls when you’ve flat-ironed it – you can’t have it both ways, hair, pick straight or curly and stick with it.
  • Grabbing a piece of fruit or vegetable and poking your finger into a soft/squishy spot.
  • Stepping on any poop, pee or vomit from any person or animal (negative points added if you are barefoot).
  • Catching the last chords of a favorite song when you switch radio stations, especially if you wasted your time listening to a “lesser” song on another station.
  • Pushing yourself to do over 5 miles on the elliptical, eating healthy and then gaining weight that day… blah, blah, blah… muscles weighs more (it should also burn more).
  • Going to hug one of your kids only to have them accidentally headbutt you in the nose/mouth/eye.
  • Inadvertently making someone feel bad or guilty (it is, alternatively, pretty great when you can make your kids feel guilty on purpose for something they did wrong).
  • Sports programming pushing back show run times so the last five minutes of your DVR-ed show gets cut off. How will I ever know if Alicia takes the partnership? (Oh wait, there is this thing called the Internet that I can look such things up on you say? I’m familiar with it, it’s also the place where I complain about stupid things in life – the Internet and I are BFFs.)
  • Chipping a freshly painted fingernail.
  • Fresh parsley.
  • Airline leg room (except Qantas, premium economy and higher, that legroom is awesome).
  • Realizing you forgot something at home when you have left for a trip.
  • When your kids fall asleep in the car as you a pulling onto your street.
  • Forgetting your cell phone at home.
  • Kanye West procreating.
  • Running out of deodorant after applying it to only one side.