1. Toddler grammar never ceases to amuse me. Good thing too because it won't be letting up around here anytime soon. Momo's current favorites:
"Please you help me."
"Please you get me water."
"Get down me please."
and switching up "d's" and "b's" is the best. So "diaper" becomes "biaper" etc.
2. Speaking of Momo I am not sure if I have mentioned that she is obsessed with her dad. Literally. She follows him around when he's home, wants to know where he is all day, and is excited because "Daddy on vacation!" means she gets to see him.
3. I have pre-vacation OCD, and it isn't pretty. It is a real disease, just ask my husband.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Little Miss Sunshine
Someone has been hearing her mom complain about Bubba's fireworks keeping her up past her bedtime!
Tonight as our annual neighborhood "show" got started for the second night in a row Beanie rolled over after a particularly loud run and stated matter of factly, "Somebody has been drinking too much alcohol!"
Tonight as our annual neighborhood "show" got started for the second night in a row Beanie rolled over after a particularly loud run and stated matter of factly, "Somebody has been drinking too much alcohol!"
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Rebel Mom
Can I make a confession?
I hate Vacation Bible Schools, and youth masses, and christian rock music too. I am not even sure how I feel about youth groups, although I know they are invaluable for some kids. I actually think I would love youth ministry because goodness knows I can get all fired up about stuff and I think kids appreciate authenticity. I just don't like certain approaches that I saw growing up. I don't know anything about my current parish youth group except that the people who run it love God immensely and are true servants of the Church. But I have to admit when the bulletin runs testimonials from youth conference attendees about being given "the gift of tears" I get really uncomfortable. I worry that there is a trend in youth ministry that relies too heavily on emotions and feelings.
Only since moving south have I realized how much of an "outcast" this makes me. Ok, I am not an outcast, but I certainly have a difference of opinion on this matter with many of my favorite faithful catholics. I always sort of demurred along the lines of "Oh Gee, it really isn't my style". But then I happened upon this article and it really bolstered me and made me more confident in my opinions. Read it.
http://catholiceducation.org/articles/history/world/wh0105.html
And of course, in five years when I have a teenager he might be the next Michael W. Smith or something and I will have to eat my hat. But I can assure you that before then I will have introduced him to classical music and all sorts of modern music that is "appropriate"!
I hate Vacation Bible Schools, and youth masses, and christian rock music too. I am not even sure how I feel about youth groups, although I know they are invaluable for some kids. I actually think I would love youth ministry because goodness knows I can get all fired up about stuff and I think kids appreciate authenticity. I just don't like certain approaches that I saw growing up. I don't know anything about my current parish youth group except that the people who run it love God immensely and are true servants of the Church. But I have to admit when the bulletin runs testimonials from youth conference attendees about being given "the gift of tears" I get really uncomfortable. I worry that there is a trend in youth ministry that relies too heavily on emotions and feelings.
Only since moving south have I realized how much of an "outcast" this makes me. Ok, I am not an outcast, but I certainly have a difference of opinion on this matter with many of my favorite faithful catholics. I always sort of demurred along the lines of "Oh Gee, it really isn't my style". But then I happened upon this article and it really bolstered me and made me more confident in my opinions. Read it.
http://catholiceducation.org/articles/history/world/wh0105.html
And of course, in five years when I have a teenager he might be the next Michael W. Smith or something and I will have to eat my hat. But I can assure you that before then I will have introduced him to classical music and all sorts of modern music that is "appropriate"!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Summer is going awesome...sort of.
It is 5pm.
The sprinklers are on, because I was just too tired to take them to the pool in the heat late and we spent the morning with workmen at the house.
Spaghetti is cooking, pantry style, because I was too tired to take them to the grocery store.
The 2 year old is on the back deck in her birthday suit because she got wet from the sprinklers and didn't like it. Thank goodness for fenced in yards.
2 hours till baseball practice and 3.5 till bedtime!
The sprinklers are on, because I was just too tired to take them to the pool in the heat late and we spent the morning with workmen at the house.
Spaghetti is cooking, pantry style, because I was too tired to take them to the grocery store.
The 2 year old is on the back deck in her birthday suit because she got wet from the sprinklers and didn't like it. Thank goodness for fenced in yards.
2 hours till baseball practice and 3.5 till bedtime!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Delusions of Grandeur
Beanie, the 4 year old, is in the wedding obsession phase of life right now. I don't think I ever went through this phase, but my daughters seem to. Anyway, she's obsessed with the fact that she's never been a flower girl and doesn't have any immediate prospects either.
"Mom, when am I going to be a flower girl?"
"I don't know Beanie. I don't know anyone getting married."
Audible sigh and eye roll from her. "That princess should have asked me!"
You know that princess of England? That one. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised considering that Beanie talks regularly of wanting to be a princess when she grows up. I feel like I must have done something wrong somewhere! : )
"Mom, when am I going to be a flower girl?"
"I don't know Beanie. I don't know anyone getting married."
Audible sigh and eye roll from her. "That princess should have asked me!"
You know that princess of England? That one. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised considering that Beanie talks regularly of wanting to be a princess when she grows up. I feel like I must have done something wrong somewhere! : )
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
No B.S.!!!!!!!!!!
I am a sucker for a modesty discussion on a blog. I feel VERY strongly about modesty when apparently the whole world does not. I want to scream when I see young tweens and teens dressing like hoo.kers. (Can I say that in a family blog? Oh well, I just said BS)
Now, as background you should know I love being on the anti-bikini bandwagon. The other day I supported an older mother whose daughter was complaining to me, in front of her mom, that her mom wouldn't let her wear one and her jaw dropped when I said her mom was dead right. I think the daughter somehow thought that because I was younger I would be on her side. Sorry kid, I speak truth to power on this subject when ever I can.
The other day I was shopping at a resale shop for a suit for Biki and the lady kept pushing "inappropriate" swimwear to me. "But look, this one is so cute and it's Li.ly Pulli.tzer, even if it is a midriff baring one!" Like I am going to lower my standards because its a freaking designer suit. Anyway, I finally had to set her straight, lovingly of course, that I was the type of mother who would never let her daughter wear a bikini EVER when she lived under my roof. Yes, I said that. And then I heard another lady start going "Woot, Woot! Me too!" in the next aisle. It was hilarious. Then she said the saying in her house was "Modest is hottest." Ok, not exactly what we're going for but I appreciated that moment of solidarity. I can't understand why it is ok to wear something to the pool that you would NEVER, EVER, answer your front door in. Oh wait you mean people just don't normally walk around in their undies? But I digress.
Getting back to the title of this post, I was recently reading a post by a mother agonizing about whether or not to let her daughter wear a bikini. Why people agonize over this, I don't know. Perhaps because my 4 sisters and I emerged unscathed and empowered from a no bikini rule that I have no problems with enforcing one. This post was tortured in nature, and I didn't comment. BUT I saw the most awesome comment about a modesty rule that I wanted to share with you, my 10 dear readers. Are you ready?
THE RULE IS NO B.S.!
*No Bellies Showing
*No Bra Straps Showing
*No Breasts Showing (i.e. cleavage)
*No Backsides showing
*No Bums/Bottoms showing
THIS IS PURE GENIUS! I am totally stealing it and promoting it. The mother also said she strove to balance the rule with cute shoes/ accessories/ coverups for the pool so the girls still felt trendy. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!
That is all!
Now, as background you should know I love being on the anti-bikini bandwagon. The other day I supported an older mother whose daughter was complaining to me, in front of her mom, that her mom wouldn't let her wear one and her jaw dropped when I said her mom was dead right. I think the daughter somehow thought that because I was younger I would be on her side. Sorry kid, I speak truth to power on this subject when ever I can.
The other day I was shopping at a resale shop for a suit for Biki and the lady kept pushing "inappropriate" swimwear to me. "But look, this one is so cute and it's Li.ly Pulli.tzer, even if it is a midriff baring one!" Like I am going to lower my standards because its a freaking designer suit. Anyway, I finally had to set her straight, lovingly of course, that I was the type of mother who would never let her daughter wear a bikini EVER when she lived under my roof. Yes, I said that. And then I heard another lady start going "Woot, Woot! Me too!" in the next aisle. It was hilarious. Then she said the saying in her house was "Modest is hottest." Ok, not exactly what we're going for but I appreciated that moment of solidarity. I can't understand why it is ok to wear something to the pool that you would NEVER, EVER, answer your front door in. Oh wait you mean people just don't normally walk around in their undies? But I digress.
Getting back to the title of this post, I was recently reading a post by a mother agonizing about whether or not to let her daughter wear a bikini. Why people agonize over this, I don't know. Perhaps because my 4 sisters and I emerged unscathed and empowered from a no bikini rule that I have no problems with enforcing one. This post was tortured in nature, and I didn't comment. BUT I saw the most awesome comment about a modesty rule that I wanted to share with you, my 10 dear readers. Are you ready?
THE RULE IS NO B.S.!
*No Bellies Showing
*No Bra Straps Showing
*No Breasts Showing (i.e. cleavage)
*No Backsides showing
*No Bums/Bottoms showing
THIS IS PURE GENIUS! I am totally stealing it and promoting it. The mother also said she strove to balance the rule with cute shoes/ accessories/ coverups for the pool so the girls still felt trendy. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!
That is all!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Just one of the kids....
My 6 ft 3 inch brother came to visit this weekend with my parents. The best part about having a "baby brother" is that my children really think that he is one of them. They chide him for taking more breakfast sausages then they are allowed to have because "Kids only get two!". They wondered if he was old enough to "stay at home by hisself." And they use phrases like "we" when talking about childhood adventures because they consider him to be one of them.
I hope he isn't offended, it is just their of way of showing acceptance! The best part was when I told them to prepare that he'd be sleepy after just finishing exams. All they wanted to know was whether they could put Bean.ie Bab.ies all over him just like he used to do to me when I would pass out on the floor from post exam exhaustion. Ahh...family traditions.
I hope he isn't offended, it is just their of way of showing acceptance! The best part was when I told them to prepare that he'd be sleepy after just finishing exams. All they wanted to know was whether they could put Bean.ie Bab.ies all over him just like he used to do to me when I would pass out on the floor from post exam exhaustion. Ahh...family traditions.
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