motherhood

It’s Been a Really Moving (to Texas) Year: Highlights of 2018

The first part of the year found T.Puzzle winning his school’s spelling bee.  As a fifth grader he went on to place ninth out of thirty-six at the county level with mostly 7th and 8th grade competitors.

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T.Puzzle has always been a good student and leader, but in many ways, he is more content configuring Legos or playing video games.  However, with our move to Texas, he has come into his own.  With his academic load increasing in amount and rigor, he is exceeding all our expectations.  Mad Dog and I have been amazed at his growth and maturity.   But do not worry, his unique brand of humor remains fully intact:

No Lie

Isn’t That Great?

Full Speed’s first year participating in track had all sorts of life lessons woven into it.  It provided great fodder for WFAM, but truly, it helped him learn about honoring commitments and to not take life too seriously:

On Track for Stardom

Over the summer he attended a three-week high school honors class at Northwestern University.  He received high marks and a glowing summary report from his instructor.  It was a growth opportunity not only for him, but for me, too.  Letting go of your children in any capacity is never easy:

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Three Weeks

Full Speed’s transition into his new school has not been without challenges.  But really, even in the best of circumstances, is the life of a middle schooler a breeze?  It took a bit, but he is finding his way.  It helps he is now a team basketball manager.  At a recent tournament, he was gifted the championship trophy by his team and his coach:

 

Mad Dog continues to demonstrate exceptional leadership within his new role at work.  It may have taken a while for his title to reflect the scope of his responsibilities, but this never hindered his passion and commitment for lifting others up to their highest potential while making a positive impact across the globe.  Despite all this awesomeness, on occasion, he still needs to be supervised:

When Left to Their Own Devices…

I would happily follow Mad Dog anywhere.  Even though I mean this, moving to a new city and state has been quite the shake-up for me internally.  Now that I feel like my boys are in a good place, I think I can finally exhale.  My only goal for the new year is to make sure I appreciate the blessings I already have.  If I stop and soak in the prayers already answered, I could not ask for one thing more.

Not one thing.

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May your 2019 be filled with all the love and adventure you seek and may your dreams, if not already here, find their way to you as quickly as possible.

Happy Holidays, Y’all!

dogs, humor, motherhood

Blaze of Glory

Change is not without challenge.  When you are a senior citizen, this sometimes amplifies your resistance to change.

For the record, I am referring to my senior dog, Little Guy, and not myself.  Yes, I had to clarify as my children are certain I am quite advanced in age.

Little Guy turned fifteen this summer.  He has lived a long, healthy, happy existence and is still enjoying life (well, at least the parts he doesn’t sleep through).  However, with all this change surrounding us, eating was no longer a favorite activity.  He began to reject all forms of meticulously prepared kibble and such.  He preferred treats and began to beg for table scraps.

This went on for many weeks.  He began to lose weight and started to lose some of his zip.

Finally, in a last-ditch effort (yes, the situation was becoming quite dire), I stumbled upon a raw food diet that he adores.  I don’t mind one bit that it’s super fancy.

He’s little.

He’s old.

He can have whatever his heart desires.

Since he began his fancy food, he is a much more content, happy boy.

He loves his life again.

In essence, he is reverting back to his natural heritage of being a carnivorous beast.

He’s going out in a blaze of glory.

Just make sure you heat up his food for twenty seconds in the microwave before you serve him.

He’s not a complete savage for goodness sakes!

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humor, motherhood

When Left to Their Own Devices…

T.Puzzle needed me to sign a paper in his folder.  I use the word ‘folder’ loosely here.  While my occupations as a stay-at-home-mom and writer/dreamer/blogger have their busy work, I often have very little need for folders.  Therefore, when I saw T.Puzzle’s ‘folder’, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was seeing:

Apparently he ‘stores’ it at the bottom of his backpack.

This may be where all paper-based products go to die.

Speaking of dying, this segues nicely into our little family weekend adventure.  I have to preface this by saying that of my three boys, Mad Dog normally requires the least amount of supervision.  I may have to change this policy to preserve his safety.

On Friday, Mad Dog had a routine root canal.  He seemed to have the pain mostly managed and overall, had everything ‘under control’.

Shortly after when he took the allotted four ibupofren to manage pain, he realized he accidentally ingested four of his antibiotic pills instead.

He should have taken 300mgs, but decided to go all out with 1200mgs.

To save you time, here is what Google said:

1200mgs is the very top of what a doctor would prescribe and only in a dire, life-threatening bacterial infection kind of way.  It said nothing about ingesting the 1200mgs as a way to threaten your own life in a general, absent-minded way.

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Taking too many antibiotics?

Thankfully, Mad Dog made it safely through the night.  Unfortunately, he nows move to the top of the list as being the most supervised of my three boys.

 

 

 

children, family, health, motherhood

Oh Well(ness) Visit

There are so many aspects of motherhood that get easier and easier as your children grow.  It is so nice to be able to take the boys for their wellness check-ups and for the most part, they behave like normal people.  For the most part,…

I no longer have concerns about Full Speed’s attitude or behavior while at the doctor.  As for T.Puzzle, his behavior is generally really good, but his attitude is precarious at times.

Overall, his recent 9 year wellness-check went very smoothly.  That is until we got to the portion where the doctor had to ask him direct questions.  Left to his own devices, it’s hard to know what he’s going to say.

Doc: “What grade are you in?”

T.Puzzle: “Third grade.”

So far so good.

Doc: “What do you drink with your meals?”

Imperceptibly, I gulped.

T.Puzzle: “Milk.”

I’m glad he didn’t share with her the 14,000 gallons of Sprite he consumed over holiday break.

The rest of the questions he answered as you would expect.  Grades? Fine.  Wearing a bike helmet?  Check.  Favorite food to eat?  Chinese (at least there are some vegetables in it, right?).

Then the questions turned to favorite hobbies.

Doc:  “What do you do for fun?”

T.Puzzle: “Video games.”

I appreciated his honesty and since his weight and height were in a normal range for him, I don’t think the doctor was concerned.  Also, the myriad of bruises and scars on his legs were evidence that he’s a rough and tumble kind of kid.

Doc: “What do you do to keep active?”

He looked to me to explain what she meant.

Me: “You know.  When Mom and Dad make you play outside?”

He paused momentarily….

T.Puzzle: “It’s classified.”

So close…

Better luck next year!

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T.Puzzle with Mad Dog celebrating turning 9 at Legoland.

 

humor, motherhood

The Frog of Doom

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A while back there was a Dead Lizard Incident in my house.  I found this unfortunate fellow in my Amazon box and consequently lost my ability to reason, but not my ability to purchase from Amazon (sorry Mad Dog).  Full Speed had to rescue me and dispose of the limp, lifeless and oh-so-disgusting body.  The point is, me and small, slimy-looking critters are not friends.  If they stay away from me, I’m happy to let them exist, but if they come near me or worse yet, come in my HOUSE, I stop functioning as a proper adult.

Mad Dog is once again traveling for work.  This means that I am the lone, sane adult person responsible for all remaining members of our household.   Per my usual routine and ‘being the one in charge’ I went to our screened in lanai to let our dogs out first thing in the morning.  As I did so, I absently placed my feet in my slippers.  I noticed the toes on my left foot brushed up against something and proceeded to tap out the slipper to figure out what it was.

It was a frog.

Let me repeat, it was a frog.

For some strange reason, I didn’t panic.  I felt nauseous and wanted to cry, but I held it together.  I poked the frog with the end of the slipper and much to my horror, realized it had expired.  My toes basically had touched a dead frog.

I’ll give you a minute while you let that sink in.

There aren’t words to convey how traumatic I found this to be.  Again, amazingly I kept my cool, and proceeded to let the dogs out so I could start my day.  I figured when the boys came downstairs Full Speed could ‘rescue me’ again and dispose of the body.  I opened our back screen door and turned to tell the dogs to get a move on, and then, that’s when I saw an empty open space where I thought a dead frog should be.

The frog was not dead.

Let me repeat, the frog of doom was not dead.

To worsen matters, the doors to the interior of my house were still open.  So, did it go in or did it go out?  I didn’t know.

Well, there was much to be done.  I came in the house, headed straight to the cabinet under the kitchen sink and grabbed the Lysol.  After I sufficiently Lysoled my bare foot, as I could and still can feel the exact spot on my toes that had come into contact with the frog, I sat down to reason through my next steps.  Clearly, I am burning the slippers, that is a no-brainer, and I plan to use the smoke from this fire to signal to Mad Dog that I have permanently relocated our family to a frog-free zone.

It’s what any logical, sane person would do, right?