Month: August 2015

I don’t mean to be mean. I just honestly don’t remember.

Today’s post is short, but sweet.

Have you ever seen someone, and you know their face, but you can’t remember their name? They know yours because they already said hello and added your name after it. Well, that is me all of the time. So, if I ever come across you, and I don’t know your name, please do not take it as I do not like you. You would think after being a teacher for so long, and memorizing 50 plus kids’ names a year, you would be able to remember. Alas, that is not my case.

Honestly, I just can’t remember. But I still love ya! 😉

A Mommy of Just Boys

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It started right after my husband and I had a gender reveal party for our second little one. We both held onto the knife as we cut a slice and, lo and behold, it was blue. Another boy. I was beyond ecstatic, not only for my husband and myself, but for my oldest. He would have a friend for life. They would be just over 2 years apart. They will be best friends! Then came this: ” You know you have to try for a third now.” “Oh, you need a little girl in your life. You have to have a third!” “Don’t you miss having a little girl?” Even the minute after my little one was born, a nurse said to me “I guess we will be seeing you back here in a few years for that girl”.

My favorite one also is “Oh bless you. You have two boys”. Yes, I am certainly blessed. But, this is more like a I feel bad for you type of blessing. Um, thanks but no thanks.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I know everyone means well. It is just human nature to say these things. However, it actually started to make me doubt myself about having just boys for awhile. I did a lot of soul searching, and a lot of crying over the girl that would most likely never be. There was a definite void that I felt and It was really starting to put a damper on my pregnancy, and for a few months after my little one was born.

Then I started thinking. Is it that bad that I just have boys? Will my life be so much more simpler if I had a girl? Is this societies view on this topic talking? Or do I really need a girl to be complete? I know people who have just boys and they seem happy and content. Is it just me?

Then a view of my life 20 and 30 years from now played over and over in my head. My mom, sister and I send group texts all the time. Who will I group text? (If there is still such a thing as texting then.) Who will I go shopping with? Who is going to pick me up when I am old and can’t drive a car anymore? Then it dawned on me. Why does a girl have to do all of that? My boys may not want to come shopping with me, but I am sure they will drive me places when I get older. And a simple “Hi” sent in a text seems simple but will make this Mommy super excited.

Yes, there are some things that I know for sure will probably never happen. I will never know what it is like to put tiny pink bows on little wispy hair. I will never know what it is like to shop in the girl’s department for my own kids (although, that does’t really count at Target anymore. So, yay me!) I will never know what it is like to throw a bridal or baby shower. Or go prom dress shopping. And, yes, I will always just be the mother in law. This last one scares me more then anything else. Please boys, marry someone who likes me. I know I already love them for loving you.

But there are lots of things that I already have that make my life so amazing and that I wouldn’t change for the world.

I know that I will always be there to kiss scraped knees and to give extra big hugs too.

I know what it is like to be around endless energy and to always be on the go.

I know what it is like to race cars just one more time before bed.

I know what it is like when your little boy looks up at you and, out of no where, says “I love you so much Mommy”. And then gives you the biggest hug before he runs away and leaves you stunned and blessed.

I know what it is like to have the craziest day and then to cuddle at night while we read a book or watch just one more Paw Patrol (because 7 episodes in one day is not enough. Bad Mommy of the year award over here, but, in the words of my grandfather “What are you gonna do?”).

Having a girl would be nice. But, I am so blessed with my amazing, loving, and healthy kids. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. So, the next time you see a Mommy of just boys, think twice before you ask them about “going for the girl”. I highly doubt they want to talk about their procreating time with you. And, in actuality, they are most likely, extremely happy.

Summer fun project!

Summer here is halfway over. It makes me sad that these carefree days are almost over. But there is still a month left. And what better thing to do then to have fun!

Of course, summer days are not always sunny and beautiful. On one of those recent rainy days I wanted to find something fun to do in the house. I came across this on one of those mommy summer hacks post that is going around. It seemed really easy and it really was.

These are the materials you need:
1 bed sheet
Washable paint
Paintbrushes (optional)
Cookie Cutters (optional)
Heavy tape
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I first looked in the dollar store for the bed sheet. They didn’t have white, or any light colors for that matter. I wound up going to Target and got a full size white sheet for $14.99. It was slightly more than I wanted to spend. However, since it was a full size, I cut it in half and saved one piece for another time. So , in actuality, it came to $7.50 for each piece. That was the price of the sheet at the dollar store. So it was a win-win.
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The rest was pretty easy. I poured the paint into paper bowls. I gave my son paintbrushes to use. You can also use cookie cutters. Or you can use your hands and feet, like mine did. This occupied about 30 minutes. I did think it was going to take longer but he wanted a snack. When he figured out he can paint his hands and feet and then walk all over the sheet he really got into it. I didn’t get a picture of the entire sheet. This was of a small section.
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I definitely recommend this project for any kid if any age. Especially with the really hot weather forecasted for this week.

I’d love to see your final products.
Have fun!!

Faded feathers and a box radio

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It was a typical morning. Make breakfast. Feed the little ones (and gulp down some food myself). Clean the dishes. Brush teeth. Use the potty (yes, my oldest is almost potty trained!! Woohoo!!). Change diaper. Get dressed. I needed to run some errands that morning but my biggest one was having mini meltdowns. And this is where I decided to play some music. I searched for Copacabana by Barry Manilow and said to my oldest, “Get ready for some fun”. As soon as the song started I started dancing and he followed suit. It was so cute watching him dance and watching my little squeal in delight as he watched. We danced around the house as we got ready. It took us five minutes to leave the house. It usually takes a half hour. This will definitely be a strategy I use from now on.
Later that day we were having dinner and my oldest said ” Mommy, play Lola”. I had to think for a minute. Then it hit me: he was talking about Copacabana. ” Her name was Lola”. Of course I played it. And laughed at how he remembered the song. I then started thinking of my own life. Music has always been a big part of who I am. Some of my first memories involve music. Hearing Frank Sinatra songs was one of my favorites. Every morning my grandparents would turn on their little box radio on top of their refrigerator. I don’t remember the channel, or if it still exists, but 1940s big band music would play throughout the morning. I loved hearing it. My grandfather would listen to big band music on his big radio in the living sometimes. Benny Goodman, Ella Fitzgerald, Nat King Cole, and, of course, Frank Sinatra could be heard. He would sing along. It was comforting to me.

I have gone through different phases of the kinds of music I listen to. But I am happy that my music choice is eclectic. I can listen to anything and pretty much enjoy it. I love that music can make you happy, sad, thoughtful. Just about any emotion.

Music is definitely a large part of my kids’ lives. I hope it remains that way. And I hope “Lola” is one of those songs that when they hear will give them a source of comfort.

** The picture I used was the only thing I had close enough to feathers. A mom always knows how to improvise, even if you are stretching it a lot ;).