Thursday, November 21, 2013
I'm strongly opposed to decorating for Christmas until Thanksgiving is in the books. I personally love a good food holiday and love to enjoy it thoroughly. I also love Christmas, it is after all the most wonderful time of the year. But I like to keep the 2 separate. Just like I won't start celebrating Valentines day at New Years or Easter by Valentines Day. Each holiday deserves its time to shine. I think trying to eat Thanksgiving dinner by the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree makes it feel like you're celebrating Christmas, without the gifts, you know, the good part. To me, it takes away from your actual Christmas celebration because you've been there, done that.
I know, I'm becoming the minority on this but I just don't see myself budging on this one. So, my family will spend the next week savoring the sites and sounds of Thanksgiving and trying to block out the radio station ramming the Christmas music into our ear buds and the stores that are blinding us with Christmas lights.
Next Friday and maybe even on Thanksgiving night (look out, I'm getting crazy) we will start whipping out all of the Christmas Decorations, our Elf will arrive from the North Pole and by the 29th of November, just over a month until Christmas, our house will be ready to celebrate the next Holiday.
All in perfect order.
"As a holiday traditionalist, I refuse to even think about trampling old people until after midnight tonight." - badbanana
Saturday, October 12, 2013
We made it! We went a little past the end of summer, technically. But we were desperate to eat at a food truck and we failed miserably at our attempts during the summer. I was determined to make it happen for them (and by them, I totally mean me) and lucky for us, we were able to catch up with them at the Trucks By The Tracks Event at Railroad Park. The lines were long, the day was hot and we couldn't have been happier!
We came home, checked it off our list and considered ourselves finished with our Summer Fun List for 2013!
Thursday, September 19, 2013
I would like for this to serve as an official, sincere and devastating apology to my beloved Auburn Tigers and their fans.
It appears that my "Lucky" jersey has caused quite a suckfest over the past 2 seasons. I honestly didn't know or I would have corrected this sooner. It brought so much goodness to us when Cam Newton took us all the way to a National Championship. I thought for sure that the mojo would carry over.
Last weekend in our game against Mississippi State, I realized that I had been so obsessed with my new obnoxiously adorable Auburn dress, that I had neglected my treasured jersey. With that being our first SEC match up of this season, I knew a little "luck" might be needed.
With my jersey on, I settled in for the game and we were up by 11. The thought crossed my mind that if the game were to take a turn for the worse after I put my jersey on, I would need to remove it immediately, issue this apology and burn the shirt. We were miserably outscored in the 2nd and 3rd quarters and as promised the jersey came off. Mississippi St. scored nothing in the 4th quarter and my jersey's fate was sealed.
Now, I'm not a crazy superstitious person, but it's pretty apparent that the luck has run out.. It's no biggie, really. It happens. I had a some lucky underpanties that served us well during the Bowden years. (You're welcome for that, by the way.) After his 1-5 start in 98, those were out quicker than Bowden before the LA Tech game. In 2004 & 2005, I had a lucky bracelet that broke half way through the '05 season. We finished 9-3.
|RIP Lucky Jersey|
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Sometimes there are just no words to intro a new post. This is one of those times.
Munchkin: MOM! Did you know the Vice President died?
Me: The Vice President of what?
Munchkin: The United States! The guy next to Obama.
Munchkin: No, Seriously! He died yesterday. Look it up on your phone!
Me: That's pretty big news, Munchkin. I think I would have heard about that by now.
Munchkin. Will you just look it up?
Me: ** Looking it up on my phone ** No, Munchkin. Joe Biden did not die.
* Blink Blink*
Munchkin: Well, SOMEONES Toothfairy died.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Today I sent my "Babies" off to big girl school. All of them. 2nd Grade and 2 in Kindergarten.
For the last 7 years of my life I have been a Stay at Home Mom. My days have been full of poop diapers, vomit, mashing up baby food, teaching babies to walk, to talk, and to say their ABC's. I've obsessed over watching them breathe at night, over rashes, coughs and bumps on the head. I've packed up storage bins of tiny little clothes, passed along the highchairs and strollers and converted everyone into Big Girl Beds.
I now know the true meaning of complete exhaustion, extreme frustration and absolute mortification.
In the last 7 years, I have felt more needed, more loved and more fulfilled than I have in my entire life. I have laughed harder than ever, and have given more kisses and hugs than I could possibly count.
As of this morning I am an Empty Nester. My girls will now be spending more time at school with their teachers than they will be spending at home with me each day. While I feel confident about our very capable teachers, I can't help but be jealous that they are going to be getting the best part of my kids each day.
They are going to get all of my laughs, my smiles, my outrageous stories and my snuggle time. I'm going to get the toughest part of every day. The hustle and bustle of sports, homework, dinner, baths and bed.
To say this transition has been tough on me is an understatement. I've been trying my best to get them excited and help calm their little nerves, while choking back the tears.
Today starts a new chapter in our lives. They will be growing, changing, learning, and making new friends. I will have the chance to launch my new business, relocate my non-mommy self, have some uninterrupted conversations with other adults, and possibly find time to un-sticky my house, all while keeping one eye on the clock and waiting for that 3 o'clock bell to ring.
"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." ~Elizabeth Stone
|First Day of School 2013!|
Thursday, August 15, 2013
I read an article recently that talked about a Mom who would no longer use the overused words "Hurry Up" when talking to her daughter.
When I first read the article I thought it sounded great. There have been numerous occasions in my 7 year career as a Mom that I thought about and discussed with my friends how I felt like I was going to give my kids a complex of some sort by asking them to "Hurry" all. the. time.
After reading the article I was hyper aware of how many times I used that phrase.
It's a lot. I won't lie.
I'll be the first to admit that I could stand to hurry less and enjoy more.. but with 3 kids in tow and places to be, it's not always possible to allow that "free spirited child" to stop and smell the roses, or pick the dandelion, or eat cheerios off the floorboard of the car, or change clothes a tenth time, or spend 1 1/2 hours eating a half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.. and so on. We would never make it anywhere. Ever.
While I know I need to learn to slow it down, kids need to learn the art of time management. I personally feel that this is as important for them as learning to read or write. Learning to manage their time will set them up for success later in life whether it's school projects in 5th grade, studying for finals in college, or in their career. Time management doesn't just happen, it's a learned skill and it's our job to teach them.
Beyond just setting them up for success in life, it teaches them to be respectful of other peoples time.
Now, I'm not saying to rush them through their ice cream cone on a Saturday afternoon, but if you decide to run some errands or to stop for an after school treat before gymnastics or swim team, they need to understand that their team is waiting on them and they have the responsibility to be there on time. Even if that means leaving without finishing their treat because they were busy picking the sprinkles off one by one, or daydreaming out the front window of the bakery instead of eating their treats.
It's easy to get caught up in a hurry trap, feeling like we need to rush even when we don't and that's something I'm personally working on, but it's ok to set expectations for your child and to follow through. You can do this without cramping their personality or killing their spirit.
The time we have with our kids is short, no doubt, and I want to cherish every precious second, sometimes we just have to cherish it on the go..
Friday, May 24, 2013
Summer is here, all of my girls are out of school, and our Summer Fun List is up (although it took a week to add everything they wanted to do.) We hit the ground running today with Cake Pops, "Epic" with a friend, Library, Lunch, Swim Team and Ice Cream.
I thoroughly wore them out today and intend to do so everyday until I myself, fall the freak out!
Thursday, May 09, 2013
I haven't shopped at an Abercrombie store in years. For a couple of reasons. Just walking past the store in our mall and inhaling the mix of fragrances wafting from the dark elusive entryway gives me a headache and reminds me of a storyline out of some YA Fiction novel waiting to happen. And mostly because... I'm not their demographic.
As I sift through all of the blog posts and articles regarding the recent comments made by the Abercrombie and Fitch CEO, I feel like I should probably be as pissed off about his comments as everyone else seems to be. After all, I am a Mother to three daughters.
I'm a Mother trying to raise those three daughters to be strong, self confident and smart. I'm a Mother trying to raise her daughters to understand that "Beautiful" does not equal skinny or tall. It does not equal having blemish free skin and frizz free hair.
I'm a Mother trying to instill in my daughters, kindness and compassion and the ability to see past what's on the outside, to see what people are on the inside.
So, as I read about him marketing his clothing to "thin, beautiful people" the "cool kids" not the "Fat Chicks" you would think I would shake my fist and call for a boycott of his stores. I should scream that he is what is wrong with our society and the war we fight to keep our daughters self esteem in tact. The war we fight to keep them young, innocent and pure, in a world that seems to be wanting them to grow up too fast.
But I can't.
What I can do is shake my head and agree that his comments are a douchey thing to say. His words are unkind, but so are the comments I'm reading regarding his looks. We're fighting unkind words with more unkind words. What kind of lesson is that teaching our children? Are we telling them it's ok to make fun of his looks because he attacked overweight people first?
Kind of sounds like it to me.
What you have to remember is this CEO's job is to sell clothes. He's found a niche market that is making him money. Just like the stores that cater to Plus Size Women and the Big and Tall Men.
For that, I can't fault him.
If you don't like it, don't shop there. But all you're doing by attacking him and re-posting his unkind words is giving him a voice and making his product more desirable for the people who can actually shop there.
At some point, we the parents, have to step up and take responsibility for our children and the way they're raised, regardless of outside influences. There are going to be big, bad outside influences around every turn, and it's our job to teach them how to deal with those, to know when a celebrity or CEO peddling tiny clothes, says something unkind, it doesn't make it true. You are giving his words power.
As the Mother of 3 BEAUTIFUL, FUNNY, SMART, AMAZING Daughters, I hope to instill in my girls the ability to be comfortable in their own skin, to look the other way on things that are marketing ploys and to be able to distinguish the asshats from the good guys.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
I woke up yesterday feeling like ass. Like I had strep throat, the flu and a sinus infection. As you well know, being a Mom gives us little to no sick days, so I muddled through, feeling worse as the day worn on.
After the girls ate dinner, I sent them to the living room to play so I could clean up. I was looking forward to putting myself into a Cold Medicine Induced Coma, and chasing it with 10 hours of sleep, when we heard a loud "Crack" from the other room.
Followed by wailing.
The Husband rushed to see which child collided with which piece of furniture. He came running back in the kitchen carrying "Mary Kate" who had what appeared to be a dent in her forehead.
Trying to remain calm, I went through what little I know about head injuries and realized that all I know is: "Better Out Than In, They Always Say.." While I'm certain that is a line from Shrek regarding his farting and burping habits, I was pretty sure that it applied to knots and dents on kids heads, too.
The husband starting going through what he knows about concussions. Dilated eyes, Vomiting, Dizziness, Drowsy... Which, having happened at bedtime freaked us out even more because she kept saying she was tired.
We iced, we watched, we waited, debated and googled.
We have girls. Outside of kidney issues when "Mary Kate" was a newborn, our experience with the ER and injuries is limited, having only been there once when "Ashley" who normally looks like this:
Swelled up like Will Smith in Hitch and looked like this on Easter Morning:
Anyway, head injuries and breathing issues scare the shiz out of me. After about an hour and a half of watching her for any symptoms, the dent seemed to be replaced with a more normal goose egg type of bump. So we decided to skip the ER in favor of letting her sleep in our bed and waking her up several times.
Bye Bye Cold Medicine Coma. Womp Womp.
She was as fine as one can be, being rudely awakened and asked a bunch of questions at 2am. She appears completely normal now, although I did make a peace of mind call to the Pediatrician today, who suggested we keep an eye on her for another 24 hours, since we didn't see the fall and couldn't really judge how hard she hit.
Concussion Watch 2013 continues, as I continue to be reminded, that as a parent, every single day is a new adventure. Some roads I will have traveled, and some I will be pushed down unexpectedly, without a map.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
I absolutely *heart* my tiny humans. They never cease to amaze me.
My sweet Munchkin started Swim Team back in August. She didn't know the proper strokes and had never even heard of the Butterfly. Within a couple of weeks she had learned them all and could swim most of them properly.
Over spring break the coaches decided to start teaching the kids how to flip turn. Munchkin was excited at first and went for it without a second thought. After several hard tries, she got too close on a flip and scraped her shoulder down the wall. From then on, she was hesitant and scared.
Every day in practice the Coach would yell:
"You have to get closer to the wall.."
"Kiss the wall, Munchkin! Kiss the wall"
And every day she would come up short.
This past weekend we attended our first meet, on the road. I knew ahead of time that the Munchkin was signed up to swim her first 50 in freestyle. This meant the opportunity for a flip turn. In a meet.
I explained to her that not all swimmers flip turn and if she wasn't comfortable, she didn't have to. But it would be great if she would just try. She was confident when she assured me she wanted to do it.
Since this was our first 50, we didn't have a time to beat and we would come to learn that she (at 7 years old) was set to swim against two, 16 year olds in that heat. I have no idea why.
We told her that she was going to be swimming against some big girls and not to pay attention to the other lanes. To concentrate only on her lane, her turn and getting a time in this stroke.
When she got up on the block next to the 16 year old, the officials pulled her down thinking something was wrong with the line up. After the coaches assured them that she was in this heat, they took their marks and this is how she did:
She executed her turn perfectly. In my haste to not be caught on my own camera blubbering and crying with tears of pride and joy, I turned the camera off and didn't capture the moment where the "Big" girls gave her high fives and her coach (who you can hear in the background of the video the entire time) came and scooped her up in a big bear hug.
She didn't win this heat, but I couldn't have been more proud.
I *heart* my tiny humans.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
I love music. I'm not musical in the least bit but I could and usually do listen to music most of the day, everyday. From my car to my kitchen and everywhere in between.
As a result, I'm always hyper aware of music on commercials, on television shows or at the coffee shop, constantly in search of my next favorite artist.
I was catching up on some Parenthood episodes a couple of weeks ago and fell in love with a snippet of a song they played at the very end of the episode. I popped open my laptop and started googling. I found the Artist easily enough (Ruu Campbell, the song was Mathereal) but getting his music proved to be very difficult. He's not on itunes, spotify or any of the other sites I usually peruse. I stalked his Facebook page and it appeared that I wasn't the only one loving him.
After more fruitless searches, I went back to his website and ordered his CD after listening to just a couple of other small samples of a song or 2 on his site. Not the best way to know if you will like the whole cd or just one song, but I went for it anyway.
I got it in the mail the other day and I'm. Dying.
It's so good! It's a great, "working at the coffee house or chill out on a weekend morning kind of music." The Husband who doesn't usually get my musical obsessions and taste even commented on how much he liked it.
You can check his mellow tunes out on his website and order his cd there if you are so inclined, hopefully we won't have to wait much longer to hear him everywhere.
Check him out! He might even sign your CD before shipping it to you!