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Spaghetti Love

To start off Mad Dog’s vacation time, we took the boys out for a celebratory dinner.  The hostess and the waitress both  commented on how polite and well-behaved they boys were.  I guess when Santa is watching it is in everyone’s best interest to remember your manners.

When the food arrived, T.Puzzle dove into his spaghetti and meatballs with such fervor, it appeared as if he had not been fed in weeks.  He was quite entertaining to watch as he lovingly slurped up each sauce covered noodle.

“Don’t eat too much or your stomach might hurt,” I warned him.

He let out deep sigh.  “It’s hurting already but I’m still going to keep eating.”

How’s that for commitment?

Yum!

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The Real Deal

The day has finally arrived when Full Speed asked me point-blank about Santa Claus.  While he has had suspicions in the past, these were easily overcome by simple explanations.  Now, as the reasoning parts of his brain, along with those of his second grade class, are becoming more sophisticated, so are my explanations.  I didn’t mind dropping an occasional fib here and there about the ‘realness’ of Santa.  I’m started to become uncomfortable as my web of lies expands as Full Speed throws more and more complicated questions my way.

How long do I hold out before I have a sit-down with him and he knows the truth once and for all?  Unfortunately, this is feeling like sooner rather than later.  Right now, Full Speed is content to hold on a little longer even though physical evidence seems to indicate there isn’t a Santa.   In his words, “Maybe Santa is invisible.  Just because we can’t see him, doesn’t mean he isn’t real.”

Isn’t faith in anything believing even when it seems impossible and all evidence points to the contrary?

If this is the case, Santa is real.  He is very, very real.

Full Speed busts out is best Santa impersonation…
T.Puzzle’s soapy Santa version.
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Merry Parenting!

It’s difficult to know how effectively you are doing your job as a stay-at-home Mom.  There isn’t much to go in way of job performance reviews or bonuses for excellence in laundering.  I gauge how I’m doing based solely on the behavior and successes of my children.  This is not a system without its flaws.

We were outside yesterday as I tried desperately to burn some Christmas Eve energy out of the boys.  I ended up keeping them out too long and two meltdowns later, T.Puzzle had to be sent inside. 

Full Speed didn’t mind.  In fact he wholeheartedly agreed he was ready to go inside, too.  He put all the toys away without being asked and happily volunteered to help me put away my folding chair.

“Wow, Full Speed!  I’m so impressed with how helpful you are being.  Way to go!”  I felt so proud of him and myself.  Obviously my caring and thoughtful examples through the years for Full Speed were showing signs of paying off.  I gave myself a gold star for parenting until…

“Mom, I’m being a good helper to make sure I stay on Santa’s good list since Christmas is tomorrow.”

Santa – 1      Mom – 0

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

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This is Only a Test

We are in our fourth day of the 17 days Full Speed and T.Puzzle will be home for Christmas break.

I know, you all just said a silent prayer for me. 

Thanks, I appreciate it.

My goal, other than the obvious one to remain as sober as possible during this time, is to test the waters to see if I would enjoy having both boys home full-time for the upcoming summer in 2011.

So far, all signs point to yes.

That wasn’t a typo, people.  I really wrote that.

Oh sure, T.Puzzle’s bit his brother three times (not to mention his own dear mother), and Full Speed’s imagination is in constant, kinetic motion requiring that he ask a minimum, and I mean minimum, of at least 1,000 questions a day.

In spite of all that, at the end of the day, I am glad to be spending it with them. 

Time is fleeting.

My boys are growing.

I must learn to seize the day.

Of course surviving this break would not be possible without two (I know, I thank the heavens every day that I have two) awesome babysitters that feel more like family with each passing day, and a willing parenting partner like Mad Dog, who will hopefully be present a little more on the home front in the coming weeks.

What can I say?

Either I’ve gone off the deep end,

OR

I’ve learned a thing or two along the way.

Or more likely, I’ve learned to accept a kid or two for exactly who they are and learned to go with the flow a little more.

OR

Mad Dog has just signed me up for a lifetime membership to the ‘Wine of the Month’ club.

Cheers!