Friday, April 29, 2011

The Latest

This might be my longest span without posting...I've never been busier at work and my home life has been upside down since my husband has begun this new company.  I can't express how happy I am that it is FRIDAY and for the first time in a month I can sit at my desk quietly drowning out the surrounding noise with my Pandora Radio and actually post something...

First things first, My Big Girl completed her mile trial run for her 2nd grade.  She loves to run and is pretty quick too.  This run, boys and girls, was weighing heavy on her mind.  She had been expressing her angst over not feeling like she could keep up with the boys (which bummed me out).  We encouraged her to practice and work up her stamina and told her "Of course you can beat the boys, you just might have to work harder!" Truthfully, I didn't know how true this was until she did her run yesterday.  In her class she was the first girl in and only ONE second behind the boy who came in first.  What I would've done to be there! My husband ran with her, as did a few other moms with their kids, and he said she pushed so hard to keep up.  I honestly could not be prouder of her.  It's not that she finished near the front, it's that she got to see first had that hard work really DOES pay off.  It's a life lesson I hope resonates with her.


My Little Man, who is 5, is going through a rough patch.  Lately, he's been more aggressive and his listening skills have severely dulled. I know it's crazy to think that he might always respond to me the FIRST time I ask, but for the most part he always has.  Now, I have ask several times and when I say "No" he is likely to burst out into tears and throw a tantrum yelling "You're the worst mom in the worllllllllld!"  He has always been my easy kid; the kid who listened when both girls were swinging from the chandeliers; the boy who would never let me leave for work without a hug and a "I love you, Mommy" but not this morning.  He refused to get dressed then through himself across the front door. It was one of those days you want to call in sick and just hug your kids until you can figure out what's going on with them if they won't tell you.  My husband it taking him out tonight, just the two of them, to feel him out and see if he can gain some insight as to what's causing the behavior issues.

Ah...then there's my Baby Girl who insists on being called "Big Girl."  Her new thing?  Dropping her pants and pretending that she's peeing on you like a boy.  Her little body turns in a sprinkler sort of motion all the while she's making the "PSSSSSSSSSSS" sound, followed by excited laughter.  I have to admit that it is a pretty funny sight to see...but, when it's not YOUR kid doing it.  Also on her list of accomplishments?  Profanity.  She has taken up yelling "Ah, dammit!" when something doesn't suit her.  Yep, we win the award for "Parents of the Year."  Clearly the grown-ups need a turn in the "Time Out" seat at our house. 

Our lives are clearly upside down and we're barely treading water.  School is out in two months and I'm actually excited about this.  The one thing that keeps me sane and I am always certain of is that I love our family and we are generally healthy and well, regardless of  periodic short-comings.  Even if someone refuses to give me hugs and tell me they love me before I leave in the morning, deep down I know they do.  Being a mom is the hardest, but best thing I've ever done in my life.  I just don't want to screw it up...

On that note, have a nice weekend everyone! May your laundry miraculously wash and fold itself into drawers and your children behave perfectly!


Thursday, April 7, 2011

Cop-a-Squat

Hello rain...again...We've had beautiful weather here in Northern California up until about a day ago and last weekend was no exception.  Sundays for me generally consist of buckling down and preparing for the next week by cleaning, laundering, homework...but not this week.  This week is Spring Break at our house.  Sure, I still have to go to work, but I don't have to think about school stuff.

To celebrate the good spring weather, the kids and I went hiking while my husband was out on errands.  They were thrilled!  They saw a falcon (I think), a baby rattle snake (not awesome) and felt like they were kings looking down upon the land as all the tiny cars went by below.  They spotted windmills on faraway hills and pointed out structures they recognized all over the city.  The fresh air had us all happy. 

When we made it to the top (of where we were going to hike, not the actual top), my baby girl looked at me and yelled "POTTY"  "I need to go POTTY."  As expected, there were no toilets.  I quickly looked around and we slipped a little off the trail to deal with the situation. The other two had found two comfy rocks to sit on and went to town on their lunch and conversation about dirt and snakes.  "Okay, lets cop-a-squat, baby." Ten seconds later and under-pants dry,  we joined the others and were back on our way.  Crisis averted.

Later that afternoon the neighborhood kids had gathered to play in the front yard with our kids.  I walked inside the house for a quick minute to grab something and when I returned I found my baby girl copping-a-squat, peeing on our cement walk way....nice.  It was kinda funny.  She didn't pee on her pants, so this was an accomplishment for her.  Good job, Baby Girl!

A few nights later we had dinner at a friends house and the kids were all out back playing.  Some of the older kids were in the hot tub, so the dads headed out back to watch while the moms cleaned up the kitchen.  Pretty soon, my husband passed us with our baby girl thrown over his arm.  "You have to fix this" my husband said as he raced by.  "Fix what?"  One of the little boys had to go potty so he jumped out of the hot tub and went on some rocks in the yard.  Our intuitive little girl walked over to the same rocks, pulled her pants down and peed right along side the little boy - this time not as successful in keeping her underpants dry.

The challenge of being a squatter and not a stander is one I understand very well.  Yeah, it's probably wrong on a couple different levels for her to be randomly copping-a-squat, but with the tough week I had before, it was kind of nice to just laugh...

Today is my Friday, so have a weekend filled with laughter everyone!



Monday, April 4, 2011

Jack of All Trades, Master of None

Our Softball/Baseball season is in full swing.  A round of bad weather actually pushed a handful of games out resulting in an imbalance of schedules.  The games that kill me are not the weekend games, but the weekday ones.  I had to practically kill to make a 5:30pm game on a Tuesday.  This year the team decided to bring rather than buy snacks.  When I checked we were a good few weeks down the list so I didn't think anything of it.  Until there was no snack.  Still thought nothing of it.  Until my husband looked at me and said "Oh God.  I hope it wasn't our turn." "I'm sure it's not - we were way down the list." I even pulled out my phone to reference the snack list.  Then I saw it.  "SH*T - it was us!"

Now granted it was a week night and most families were on their way home to dinner, so no one really cared, but it's not the snack part I was most devastated by.  It's that this was the first time ever we couldn't cover everything.  Sure, we're not perfect and we miss stuff, but it's usually dumb stuff that would only affect us and had no major impact.    This latest lapse was a clear sign to me that we were in way over our heads.

I know there are super-moms and dads out there who appear to who work full time fulfilling jobs, get fresh healthy meals on the table, have no dirty laundry, compete in iron man competitions and be ever present in their children's lives with no mis-step.  I used to strive for this, but I have concluded that these parents are completely lying to the rest of us.  There is no possible way without actually halting all sleep that this is possible to cover.  I plan the crap out of things to make sure I can cover and we still miss the mark sometimes and it's never pretty.

To say our lives have been busy would be an understatement. I am definitely an 8-5 girl who will do what it takes throughout the day to make sure that I get out the door and on the road at 5:00pm. Lately, I've had to cut lunch (ie my grocery shopping hour) and actually work a few hours later to ensure I get all the bases covered. My work life has been insane.  I have literally been running from one thing to the next.  I broke into a sweat one day last week trying to run to two separate, but equally important meetings on different floors!  I can count at least three occasions that I thought I might start crying at my desk (which I thankfully avoided).  For the first time, I actually exhaled in relief just to sit in traffic knowing  I can't get anywhere fast.

My husband who I've come to depend on to cover local things for the kids like sports, walking to school and the occasional mommy-chat to stay in the know has been swamped too.  I mentioned a few weeks ago that he was struggling to make a career choice and although he hasn't come right out and said which way he's moving I get the picture.  He is gearing up to launch a new company with a new partner and I'm excited and nervous about it all at the same time.  This decision will either solidify my work status or set me free...nail biter.

In the mix of all this crazy, my sweet little boy lost his first tooth.  It has been hurting him the last few weeks and this past Saturday he finally had his dad help him yank it.  I didn't think his little smile could get any better...and then it did.

I know we're all over extended and I keep telling myself to inhale every moment of their sweet little faces before it's gone and I'm looking into the eyes of grown-ups. My conversations with my Big Girl are already beginning to change - not in a bad way, but just a more mature way.  My son is attempting to use new words like "Ridiculous" and "Complicated."  Our last baby, our Itty-Bitty, was the best decision we ever made.  Our all time favorite new thing she says, and not prompted by us, is "When I get bigger Daddy's gonna be my coach and I'm gonna play baseball."  She can barely say it coherently, but we know and it's so sweet...

My master plan to get back home to manage our household is still in alive and well.  Technically speaking I think I've got about another year and a half to meet my original mark of paying off all of our debt. I'm still playing the lotto and haven't won as much as a $1, but again, you can't win if you don't try.  We're close to where we need to be, but as my "Stupid Things People Say" desk calendar reads, "We're a long way from being where we are."