A Day in the Life Part 2...

So now that the weather is getting nicer and people are beginning to emerge from hibernation, I decided it would be nice to have some friends over for dinner last night. I have ALSO decided that IF I wait to have company until I have the energy or the time to plan an amazing meal and present a spotless house, I will live a life of complete solitude. SO... I recently made the decision that I'm going to invite people over into my life AS IT IS. I will not kill myself trying to present a home that is mis-leadingly clean or a dinner that is to DIE FOR. I just want food, friends and company and to be able to focus on the important stuff. SO...that's what I did last night. I had some dirty dishes in the sink and I made hamburgers and frozen french fries. AND IT WAS GREAT! I did, however, question my new-found philosophy when in the middle of dinner, we all glanced over to look at the kids playing by the window. Our house faces the west and the setting sun that pierces into our living room is really REALLY unforgiving. I've never cared much for how it brightens up the dust bunnies in the corner or casts a spotlight on the layer of fuzz on pictures or tables. BUT I was completely unprepared for the show it was going to give everyone this night and I began to think MAYBE there were SOME things I should have thought of tidying up before company came....just check out the pics for yourself.







Yeah that IS a window. You can't even SEE out of the right side. I swear it doesn't look this bad until the sun shines through it. I had no idea! I don't even KNOW what the heck is on the hands of children that allows them to leave marks like that on the things they touch. Ryan said it looks like we're torturing kids in here. I laughed at the dinner table and pointed out the obvious to our guests and yes, pulled out my camera to take a picture. This is what you get when you come to my house for dinner. Me, sitting at the dinner table, actually MARVELING at my own poor housekeeping so much so that I see it as a photo-op. ALL in front of company. Perhaps I've crossed over the edge...you'll all let me know won't you???

Just another thing to laugh at myself for I suppose. More things to laugh at:

Mackenna spent all day today begging me to open each and every Dora band-aid in the box because she desperately wanted to see what they all looked like. I don't even know how to begin to respond to an inquiry like that. I was just too in awe of the workings of the Three-Year Old brain to even formulate the proper response.

Later on in the day, we had a "dance party" to celebrate the end of Mackenna's dance class at the Park District. Mom's were asked to bring a "finger snack" for all the kids to enjoy. I KNEW I should have planned something long before the day of, but I stupidly convinced myself I'd have time to run to the store before class and pick something up (I always forget how NOT EASY it is to "run to the store" now with all these laws about not leaving your children in the car. ANYWAY, I of course end up not having any time at all so I was forced to improvise last minute. Everyone arrives at the party and I take a quick look at the spread on the table. In one bowl are tons of HAND-WASHED perfecltly red strawberries WITH all the leaves cut off and divided into tiny little baggies for each of the kids. Someone else brought a deli tray and juice boxes for every child. DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY SNACK WAS??? A half open box of animal crackers that I already had in my cupboard that I dumped onto a paper plate when I arrived. I AM NOT MAKING THIS STUFF UP, PEOPLE. I tried to do it quickly so the mothers wouldn't see it was from me BUT then again, I wanted them to know that I at least DID bring a snack. I think the offense of not bringing ANY snack is way worse than bringing a crappy one right? I just want to know how on EARTH that strawberry-mother did what she did. I even commented to her on the 'great snack" and she said "Oh I was late to class today, don't be fooled". Oh yeah? I was late to class too and all I had to do was shove a box of crackers into a plastic bag.

Dinner time - I was feeling especially tired tonight so I set Grayson down at his little table with a dinner he could eat himself so I could take a much-needed break. Trying to push aside any guilt of opting out of the fabled "family dinner", I try to enjoy my rest. When I glance over to see how he's doing, I catch him doing "airplane" with his spoon TO HIMSELF - complete with sound effects. Tell me that wouldn't make YOU feel like the worst mother in the universe.


On a happy note, Mackenna has learned to ride her Dora powerwheels tricycle and I was literally BEAMING watching her little feet pedal that thing with the tenacity of an Olympic athlete. She rode that stinkin' bike all over the ENTIRE neighborhood tirelessly...and Grayson was perfectly contect to sit in the stroller and let me push him while he watched. It was peaceful, it was productive, and I LOVED IT!!!! Check it out...



Lastly - I had an awesome-mom moment today when Grayson woke up from his nap tired and cranky and SCREAMING. I was JUST getting ready to pick up the house and get stuff ready to head out the door (to the afore-mentioned dance party) when he woke up so I brought him out into the living room and tried to set him on the couch while I continued my work. BUT he wasn't having it. I sat with him for a second, wondering how and when I was going to be able to part with him so I could start picking up the toys and getting stuff ready to leave, when he grabbed his blankie and leaned over onto my shoulder. I held him for a bit, seriously struggling while I looked at the clock fast-approaching the time to leave AND over at all the toys I desperately wanted picked up before Ryan got home. BUT... he wasn't budging so I finally resigned and tried to focus instead on the moment, holding him and just enjoying the rest. We spent the next 15 minutes laughing as he pulled the lint balls off of his blanket and handed them to me, prompting me to give him and exaggerated "EW YUCK!!!" that he would return with a big belly laugh each and every time. It was cute, it was silly, and it was glorious...and I would have missed it had I not checked myself and just STOPPED. NOW you can see why I had to resign to animal crackers on a paper plate. And...I think he's worth it.

Oh but he DID poop in the bathtub AGAIN tonight. I'm beginning to think this is a real problem.

Well that's all for now...KEEP KEEPIN IT REAL, PEEPS!!!

A Day in the Life...

So...it's been a while since my original post. Thank you so much to all of you for the awesome responses - I had no idea there were so many of you out there as crazy as me!!! This is going to be fun :)

For this entry, I'd like to share some random things that have happened the past couple weeks that I find come with the territory of Motherhood. Some times it makes me want to laugh, other times it make me want to cry. But it's all just a day in the life...

The following stories star myself, my husband Ryan, My three year old Mackenna and my two year old Grayson:

1) The other day Grayson decided to strip down to his bare deliciousness in the living room while my husband and I were chatting in the kitchen. We, of course, did not SEE him doing this part. What we DID see is him enter into the kitchen and prance buck naked across the entire kitchen floor ON HIS TIPPY TOES and then around the corner to disappear into obscurity without so much as making a sound or cracking a smile.. We both looked at each other like "what the heck was that?!" and then burst out laughing.

2) I'm trying to explain WHERE “Jesus” is to Mackenna. She doesn’t understand why she can’t see him and I have no idea how to explain all of this in Three Year Old Land. I don’t want to tell her He’s up in heaven where we can’t see, because that’s not quite true. I also don't want to say, "Jesus lives in your heart" because I imagine that might terrify a tiny child. So I’m trying to explain that He’s here, even though we can’t see him. She says, “But he’s not here - I can’t see him”. (I see your point kid - work with me here). So I say “Yes he is here, we just can't see Him" (genius)

Finally after arguing for a while, she draws her own conclusion: “I think he’s in the north pole with Santa Claus”.

Back to the drawing board.

3) I overhear Grayson the other day ask Mackenna if she wants him to "speeky butt"...which can be translated as "spank your butt". Mackenna then proceeds to put HIM in a time out. Well at least they are paying SOME kind of attention to my discipline efforts, even if they aren't yet effective.

4) Grayson approached me the other day asking me to get his "baby soup" so he can swim in the bath. I think you all know what he was TRYING to say. Hey, it was close.

5) Something that made me smile the other day...I was explaining to Mackenna how God made her and she said "yes, He painted me". From the mouth of babes!

6) I hear all the time that as kids get older and begin to assert their independence, the best thing you can do is let them make some of their own decisions. SUCH AS, picking out their own clothes, even if they don't happen to match. So what's a mother to do when they decide that all they'd like to wear is their baby blanket? My three year old is apparently already gearing up for her first toga party.

7) I see my kids hovering over something on the foyer floor. I think perhaps they are playing with some cars or small toys...whatever it was they were doing, I didn't much care because they were entertained. When I finally DO decide to look in on the party, I discover they are playing with an assortment of ants that have made their way into my house. I deliberated for a while on what to do with these tiny creatures invading my home (the ants, not the children). But then I ponder...pest problem or cheap entertainment for my kids??? The verdict is out - the ants stay.

8) Just tonight, my husband is giving the kids a bath and is just getting started when suddenly two naked, wet kids are being shuffled to the tub in our bathroom down the hall. I hear Mackenna say "but why are we going to the other bathtub now?" to which I hear my husband reply "BECAUSE Gray's a pooper". This is not the first time this has happened either.

9) Just last night we have an elder from our church over to visit and we are all chatting a the dining room table. Mackenna announces she has to go potty and runs to the restroom. We continue talking at the table. Just minutes later, as our guest is in mid-sentence, we hear a bellow from the bathroom, "MOMMY! The poopy is stuck!!!!" I smile sheepishly and my guest says, "I hate when that happens". Glad he could have a sense of humor about it. The funniest part is that I, of course, made the assumption that she was having trouble GOING...however, when I arrive in the restroom, I see her standing naked over the toilet staring accusingly at a tiny renegade poopie that had fixed itself to the bottom of the toilet, refusing to be flushed. It troubled her greatly so I had to get a toilet brush and beat the poopie into submission until it decided to leave for good.

They do NOT put these things in the job description.

What else? Oh update on dinner this evening- Mackenna had scrambled eggs and Grayson had 2 1/2 dino nuggets. Martha Stewart, watch OUT!

This week we are going to go to Michael's to see if we can find a CRAFT PROJECT to do. I can't wait to update you all on how that goes.

No temper tantrums or crying fits this week so things are going pretty well. The kids are doing great too!

That's it for now...I have to go switch the wash before it gets mildew-y. I am currently washing our bedspread since my daughter decided to pee herself during her nap today. She only seems to do this when sleeping in MY bed. And then I have a date to read "Nat Nat the Nantucket Cat" before bedtime. I do really enjoy story time :)

Until next time!