Mom, "Does Santa die?"
That's the question Charlie posed as I delivered his bedtime cup of water after putting the boys in bed.
My answer was no.
Then Carl chimes in, "See? I told you."
"He must be God's friend."
Ok, I'll give them that.
Some kids call Christmas Santa's birthday.
So, I could see why they might be friends- Santa and God.
It's tough trying to figure out the order of the cosmos...
Monday, January 28, 2013
Unicorn on the Moon
Tonight when I was
tucking Elsa into bed I noticed she was laying on her bed, studying a figurine.
(a little back story here- the figurine was sent to her big sister years ago from her great-grandma, and Elsa recently acquired it by sneaking it out of her big sister's bedroom...)
She held it carefully in both of her little hands.
She was calm
and quiet
and thoughtful,
...it caught my attention.
After stories, as I snuggled that sweet little body in her bed, she said, "I wonder how the unicorn got in the moon."
As I was about to offer up fairy dust as a potential option,
she answered her own question.
"Hmmm" she said with absolute certainty, "it must have been a jet pack."
"I'll bet you're right." I replied.
But to be honest, that one didn't even cross my mind as a potential mode of transportation, but obviously it's every bit as likely as silly old fairy dust.
Jet packs...
I'm so very grateful she shares those tiny little windows of what's going on in her little mind.
She elaborated that, "It must be lonely up there- on the Moon. She's probably thinking about her family."
I wonder if Elsa is lonely on the days her brothers and sister are at school.
Does she feel like that unicorn sitting on the moon by herself?
The other day I took Charlie out to Red Robin for lunch, just the two of us. His first comment, once we were settled into a booth, was that he wished Sarina, Carl and Elsa were there too.
It's easy for me to use that time when I'm down to one kid to do some of the stuff I've put off or done as quickly as I could with kids underfoot for the past 11 years.
I have to consciously remind myself that the chores can wait a little while longer.
The house will be clean one day, in the relatively near future (ok, a year from now).
But they each want me now.
I'm a big part of their world and I have to show them that they're a very big part of my world too.
Because, of course, they are the world to me.
Today we played kids monopoly, the kids and I, and it was delightful.
I'm one lucky mama to be given these precious babies to love and cherish.
Yes, there are many days the volume of children, the noise, and their needs is overwhelming.
But that is also part of what makes this crazy chaotic life wonderful.
And those days when I get one on one time with each of them all the more precious, to focus on them and them alone.
I am so very blessed.
(a little back story here- the figurine was sent to her big sister years ago from her great-grandma, and Elsa recently acquired it by sneaking it out of her big sister's bedroom...)
She held it carefully in both of her little hands.
She was calm
and quiet
and thoughtful,
...it caught my attention.
After stories, as I snuggled that sweet little body in her bed, she said, "I wonder how the unicorn got in the moon."
As I was about to offer up fairy dust as a potential option,
she answered her own question.
"Hmmm" she said with absolute certainty, "it must have been a jet pack."
"I'll bet you're right." I replied.
But to be honest, that one didn't even cross my mind as a potential mode of transportation, but obviously it's every bit as likely as silly old fairy dust.
Jet packs...
I'm so very grateful she shares those tiny little windows of what's going on in her little mind.
She elaborated that, "It must be lonely up there- on the Moon. She's probably thinking about her family."
I wonder if Elsa is lonely on the days her brothers and sister are at school.
Does she feel like that unicorn sitting on the moon by herself?
The other day I took Charlie out to Red Robin for lunch, just the two of us. His first comment, once we were settled into a booth, was that he wished Sarina, Carl and Elsa were there too.
It's easy for me to use that time when I'm down to one kid to do some of the stuff I've put off or done as quickly as I could with kids underfoot for the past 11 years.
I have to consciously remind myself that the chores can wait a little while longer.
The house will be clean one day, in the relatively near future (ok, a year from now).
But they each want me now.
I'm a big part of their world and I have to show them that they're a very big part of my world too.
Because, of course, they are the world to me.
Today we played kids monopoly, the kids and I, and it was delightful.
I'm one lucky mama to be given these precious babies to love and cherish.
Yes, there are many days the volume of children, the noise, and their needs is overwhelming.
But that is also part of what makes this crazy chaotic life wonderful.
And those days when I get one on one time with each of them all the more precious, to focus on them and them alone.
I am so very blessed.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Christmas 2012
This will be brief.
Really only two things to convey with this post.
First, to admit, I caved.
Yes, I did.
Even after a terrible bloody nose.
I allowed Santa to bring the two big kids ipad mini's for Christmas- with the condition that mama can take them away at any time.
(Oh the power!)
I couldn't bear to not see that sparkle in everyone's eyes on Christmas morning.
Second, Santa brought my little St. Francis a remote controlled train.
And little spit-fire got her pet dinosaur, who hasn't been allowed into her bed.
Funny, maybe if she would let him in her bed then she'd stay in her bed all night.
Yes, it's that game again.
And mama always loses in that game.
Ohhh the snuggling IS sooo sweet for the 10 minutes that it's comfortable.
Then it's kicking, and belly laughter from the slumbering heavy breathing 4 year old who tosses out "Stupendous" like it's nothing...
Anyway, the second thing I wanted to share is that on Christmas afternoon, when daddy was cuddling the new owner of a remote controlled train, he asked what his favorite Christmas gift was.
His sweet little answer was completely pure, "You. You were my favorite Christmas gift Dada."
Such a sweet little boy.
And hooray, we had Dada home for BOTH Christmas eve AND Christmas day.
That's monumental for a firefighter family.
It's always my favorite gift.
I'm so blessed.
So lucky.
I pray this contentment lasts forever.
Really only two things to convey with this post.
First, to admit, I caved.
Yes, I did.
Even after a terrible bloody nose.
I allowed Santa to bring the two big kids ipad mini's for Christmas- with the condition that mama can take them away at any time.
(Oh the power!)
I couldn't bear to not see that sparkle in everyone's eyes on Christmas morning.
Second, Santa brought my little St. Francis a remote controlled train.
And little spit-fire got her pet dinosaur, who hasn't been allowed into her bed.
Funny, maybe if she would let him in her bed then she'd stay in her bed all night.
Yes, it's that game again.
And mama always loses in that game.
Ohhh the snuggling IS sooo sweet for the 10 minutes that it's comfortable.
Then it's kicking, and belly laughter from the slumbering heavy breathing 4 year old who tosses out "Stupendous" like it's nothing...
Anyway, the second thing I wanted to share is that on Christmas afternoon, when daddy was cuddling the new owner of a remote controlled train, he asked what his favorite Christmas gift was.
His sweet little answer was completely pure, "You. You were my favorite Christmas gift Dada."
Such a sweet little boy.
And hooray, we had Dada home for BOTH Christmas eve AND Christmas day.
That's monumental for a firefighter family.
It's always my favorite gift.
I'm so blessed.
So lucky.
I pray this contentment lasts forever.
Quick on her feet
I know, I've been sporadic with my posts.
I'm sorry.
I have a tiny bit more time to myself this year, yet it feels like far less.
Perhaps it's that I have more expectations of that time and that makes it feel like less?
Who knows.
All I know is that I'm achieving less than I'd hoped with my 3 hours of free time on Monday mornings and 2 hours on Wednesday mornings...
Anyway...
This one was too good not to document.
Because, after all, this purpose of this blog is for my kids to read one day when I'm ancient and can't remember a thing any more.
What did I have for dinner, you ask?
I don't know, I forgot it 10 minutes after it was consumed.
Hahaha.
Anyway, again...
Lately we've had a terrible break out of "stupid" in our house.
For some odd reason I've tried to keep several words out of my kids vocabulary because either I really didn't like them when I was a kid or I find them terribly overused.
To name a few there's: hate, dumb, retard (for obvious reasons- except with an adult with the silly mispronunciation from The Hangover...), god (as in swear word not praying), idiot, fat, butt, fart, etc.
A big one for me is "stupid."
And last night, as I was finishing up dinner dishes, I heard that word out of my (sometimes) sweet little four year old.
Trying to be on top of things rather than pretend I didn't hear it (which I'll admit sometimes I may do) I asked,
"Elsa what did you just say?"
Mind you my tone was kind, not accusatory.
I kid you not, that little whipper-snapper responded
WITHOUT HESITATION
"I said stupendous."
What?!
How?!
Holy moly!
I'm
in
so
much
trouble.
I know now, for sure, that I'll NEVER be able to hold my own in an argument with that kid.
Great.
Stupendous. From a newly turned 4 and a half year old.
Who, by the way, has put some action behind her request to turn her room into a boy room.
Here she is with all the sweet baby girl dresses that have been hanging on her wall two years too long.
Sniff sniff.
She pulled them down all by herself.
She even had to jump numerous times to knock them down.
Yes, I wanted to see her in action- so after she pulled them down I put them back up to see what she'd do.
And she promptly removed them.
Again.
So, I'm thinking I'll find a super big tree wall decal or some sort and make a tee-pee for her room.
She loves forts.
And it's a boy theme, sort of.
It'll be...
... stupendous (?!).
I'm sorry.
I have a tiny bit more time to myself this year, yet it feels like far less.
Perhaps it's that I have more expectations of that time and that makes it feel like less?
Who knows.
All I know is that I'm achieving less than I'd hoped with my 3 hours of free time on Monday mornings and 2 hours on Wednesday mornings...
Anyway...
This one was too good not to document.
Because, after all, this purpose of this blog is for my kids to read one day when I'm ancient and can't remember a thing any more.
What did I have for dinner, you ask?
I don't know, I forgot it 10 minutes after it was consumed.
Hahaha.
Anyway, again...
Lately we've had a terrible break out of "stupid" in our house.
For some odd reason I've tried to keep several words out of my kids vocabulary because either I really didn't like them when I was a kid or I find them terribly overused.
To name a few there's: hate, dumb, retard (for obvious reasons- except with an adult with the silly mispronunciation from The Hangover...), god (as in swear word not praying), idiot, fat, butt, fart, etc.
A big one for me is "stupid."
And last night, as I was finishing up dinner dishes, I heard that word out of my (sometimes) sweet little four year old.
Trying to be on top of things rather than pretend I didn't hear it (which I'll admit sometimes I may do) I asked,
"Elsa what did you just say?"
Mind you my tone was kind, not accusatory.
I kid you not, that little whipper-snapper responded
WITHOUT HESITATION
"I said stupendous."
What?!
How?!
Holy moly!
I'm
in
so
much
trouble.
I know now, for sure, that I'll NEVER be able to hold my own in an argument with that kid.
Great.
Stupendous. From a newly turned 4 and a half year old.
Who, by the way, has put some action behind her request to turn her room into a boy room.
Here she is with all the sweet baby girl dresses that have been hanging on her wall two years too long.
Sniff sniff.
She even had to jump numerous times to knock them down.
Yes, I wanted to see her in action- so after she pulled them down I put them back up to see what she'd do.
And she promptly removed them.
Again.
So, I'm thinking I'll find a super big tree wall decal or some sort and make a tee-pee for her room.
She loves forts.
And it's a boy theme, sort of.
It'll be...
... stupendous (?!).
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