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Mealtime Memories

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At supper every night my family shares stories about their day. As many parents of school children can attest to, when asked “What did you do today?” My 6-year old most often answers “I don’t know”. So we’ve tried a new approach the last few months, where we each each talk about are the “highs” and “lows” of the day. Not only do we often hear get entertaining answers (Katie “my low was that I had to go outside for recess when I wanted to stay inside and do math”, or Jack “being happy makes me happy)” but I find it often reminds my daughter of other things that happened at school and starts up a lengthier conversation.

Tonight my daughter suggested that we add one more item to our dinner-timer conversation:

Katie “Mommy we should all say what we are grateful for each day”

Me “What are you grateful for Katie?”

Katie “I’m grateful for my Mom and Dad. What are you grateful for Mommy?”

Me “I’m grateful for my two amazing kids.  Jack, what are you grateful for?”

Jack “Nothing”.

Well, that’s my boy. Always good for a laugh at dinner.

I’m excited about this new addition to meal-time. I think it’s important to take a moment in our busy days to be thankful for what we have. So today I am thankful for a 6 year-old’s idea.

Until I write again…

x Shay

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One pajama, two pajama

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As I look at my daughter tonight something just doesn’t seem quite right. Her hair? No. Her pajamas? No…wait. What? “Katie, are you wearing two pairs of pajamas”? “Yes”. Hahahahahahaha. The laughter goes on and on. Until she finally calms down enough to inform me that she couldn’t decide which pair of pajamas to wear, so she wore both. Alright then. Moving on. There are just some battles I don’t believe are worth fighting.

You can always spot the kid who dressed themselves.  Toques in the summer, shorts in the snow. Other parents smiling and asking “so did little Johnny pick out his clothes today?”  Yes, that’s right. That was MY son wearing winter boots and shorts on a hot spring day last week. And he was also the boy in the house coat at the grocery store the other weekend. My daughter went through a stage, when she was two, where she wore her pink rubber boots every day, even though it was sweltering hot all summer.  She is now at an age where she will let me match up her clothes as long as she can pick the outfit. But my three-year old son on the other hand, tosses out whatever ensemble I have selected and makes his own head-turning wardrobe choices. As much as I would love to have him dressed up like the “cool little dude” I think he should be, I also appreciate that it’s important to let him make some choices for himself.

So for now I’m just the mom at the playground, watching my son run around in his super-hero costume while passerby point at me and say  “thanks for protecting the playground!” “Hun?” I think. Until I remember that I am holding his Captain America shield.

Until I write again…

Shay

In the blink of an eye

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How is it that in a blink of an eye my 3 year old can create such a giant mess? His destruction is so quiet and quick I can only think to compare it to a magician’s trick. You think you are watching him close enough but all the while he has a slight of hand that you don’t see until it’s too late.

As I’m brushing my teeth this morning my son comes into my bathroom, and rather than saying “good morning Mommy” as I hoped, the first words out his mouth are “I’m so sorry Mommy. I’m so sorry”. Hmmmm, this simply can’t be good. What could he have done that he has started the day out by apologizing. I mean, he couldn’t have been awake for more than five minutes because I just checked on him and he was sleeping. So we venture into his bedroom where he shows me what he has done. He has gotten ahold of a brand new box of band-aids and therein remain no band-aids. Ok, it’s not as bad as it could have been. I can handle this. Just take a deep them and dive in. But I am on a time crunch in the morning so I quickly explain why what he did was wrong and get him to help clean-up the giant mess. He has managed to shred the band-aid wrappers into a million pieces and scatter them all over his room. He has also stuck the band-aids themselves onto his bedding, carpet, toys and furniture. Who needs a shower to wake you up at when you’ve got a three year-old.

This all comes on the heels of my son making a giant mess of the books at our local library and me getting a heart sinking, horribly embarrassing, scolding from the librarian. You see I love the library. I love to read and I love that I can go to library and get books for free. It’s my happy place. I take the kids at least once a week. And up until yesterday, its always been a fun, yet calm, adventure. Well yesterday was an adventure, of sorts. I was sitting in the kids section as my son and his friend were picking out books. They would pick a book, bring it to me and then run back to find another one. I never thought twice of it. My only concern was that they weren’t being loud or running. A short while into their selections, the librarian came over and asked me if “these two boys belonged to me?” “Yes” I replied with uncertainty in my voice. Apparently the boys had dumped all the books off two of the shelves and made a giant mess all over the floor. The librarian gave me a scolding (politely) for not watching the boys as diligently as I should have been. It was one of those horrifying moments where I just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. I had the boys clean up all the books and apologize all the while trying to explain that we come here regularly and they are always so good. Unfortunately this seemed to fall on deaf ears as she firmly pointed out that had I been watching them closer this could have been prevented and now she had to find someone to re-shelve all the books which was a very time consuming task. As I walked back to gather the our stuff, I felt all the eyes of the other parents upon me. I’ve never wanted to leave a venue so quickly. But then a mom approached me and said “I just want you to know that I think you handled that very well. I know you are embarrassed but they are just young boys and we all make mistakes sometimes”. I could have hugged her. I took a deep breath, told myself I made a mistake but that’s ok. I think we all learned a lesson. And even though I left red-faced, I kept my head held high.

Until I write again…

Shay

The lazy days of summer…or spring

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Technically it’s spring. But as I watch my kids in their bare feet rolling down the grassy green hill over and over again on this sunny, cloud-free, blue sky day – it sure feels like a warm memory from the summers of my childhood. Some days I feel as though every second of our day is so jam packed that my kids barely have time to just “be kids”. So I truly cherish a beautiful day like today where we have no plans and fun is left up to my kids imagination.

Until I write again…

Shay

Capturing the small moments

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There are moments each day where I wish I had a hidden camera to capture the things that my kids do or say. Because although the moments small, they bring such a big smile to my face and joy to my heart. They are the moments that make parenting worth every second of heartache, tears, frustration and fears. Here are a couple from today:

A bedtime conversation with my three year old:
Jack: Mommy I want to sleep in your bed
Me: As a special treat you can go to sleep in our bed but I’m going to move you back to your room when I go to sleep
Jack: No thank you. I’ll just stay in your bed
At least be was polite, lol

My son is being a complete goofball at snack time
Katie: Mommy, Jack is just being so funny. He’s making me laugh so much I think I’m going to cry”

My attempt to be serious and firm as I talk to my son about a poor choice he made
Me: Jack, do you think you made a good choice?
Jack: Um…YES!! hmmm…no? [insert goofy face]
Jack: haha you’re laughing Mommy!

Until I write again…

Shay

A Thankful Mother

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Today my post is simple. I just want to say that it is Mother’s Day and I am ever so incredibly thankful that not only am I blessed with such an amazing mother, but I am also blessed with two precious children. They bring joy into my life that I can’t possibly express in words. The simplest things they say or do brings a smile to my face at the most unexpected moments. I am a Mom. And for as long or as short as our time together will be, I am forever thankful.

Until I write again…

Shay

What would happen if…

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So my 6 year old daughter has recently become rather inquisitive. Throughout the day she will ask me questions that start with “Mommy, what would happen if…” Some of these questions I find simply amusing:

“What would happen if Jack fell asleep eating strawberries”

“What would happen if I pushed all the buttons in the elevator?”

“What if Daddy decided to grow his hair long” (My husband is bald so that could prove to be interesting)

“What if Daddy decided to wear a wig?”

Other times I am simply dumbfounded for words:

“What would happen if my eyelashes were so long they touched the floor?”

“What would happen if all the girls in the world were older than boys?”

“What would happen if all the sheep shaved off their own wool?”

“What would happen if mushrooms grew out of snow?”

Sometimes the questions come up when we are rushing to get ready in the morning, after I’ve had a terrible sleep and cannot possibly come up with an answer, so I simply respond “I don’t know, what do you think would happen?” Other times we are all finished eating supper and notice she has barely managed one bite because she’s been too busy asking questions. We’ve even gotten to the point where we have to tell her she can’t ask another question until she finishes her food. At which time she will beg and beg and beg “just one more question. Pleeeeeeease?” We stay firm but all the while trying to keep a straight face and not break out in laughter.

I’m not sure where these questions come from but it sure keeps our conversations anything but dull.

Until I write again…

Shay

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