He's only eight. Won't be nine for another four months. However, it was literally over night that he just grew up.
Yesterday, he played with a ten year-old boy at the pool for hours. He came home and said he wanted to go to some website and play this game that his ten year old friend shared with him. While both children have their own laptop, they don't know about the internet yet. We want to keep it that way. We have loaded certain websites on their computers, and they have used them for homeschool, but that's all. I went to the site, signed him up, and then, told him that I don't want him on it yet. The rules of the site included no dating. Yeah, well… that was all I had to see and realize, he is just too young for this. After reading how they should never give out their passwords, etc., I realized, this is beyond a Minecraft type of game. This is a social thing, and no, I don't want that for my seven and eight year old children. So, he accepted that I was getting rid of it, and he will just have to continue to enjoy his Minecraft app on his iPod.
Today, he came home from church, worked hard to clean up his room that I thought was clean, and then, played with an even older boy at the pool today. Before bed, he refused to play Candy Land with his little sister and Dad, saying, "That's a baby game." I agree, but I would have played, had I not taken an "after dinner nap" to sleep off the sun exposure.)
I just went to check on the kidlets before I settled in for the night, and that clean up he did after Mass- was actually a "get rid of anything that a child might associate with" clean up. There is nothing on his dresser. No pictures from our Disney trip a few yeas ago, nor his Lego plane he and Daddy worked for hours on a week ago, or even his walkie-talkies. All cleared away. Nothing that would tell you that a little boy wakes to play in that room. Not even his night light.
My heart just sank. I love that he is growing up. But I want him to enjoy his childhood. Don't rush growing up my favorite boy-migit! He has been developmentally behind his entire life. On his way out of the pool today, he wrapped his towel over his head as a handkerchief and pretended he was wearing a dress or a skirt. I tried to tell him I loved his cape, but he insisted it wasn't a cape.
He is still a silly mystery to me, and I will continue to embrace his confusion and his love for being snuggled and rocked, and then, when he choses to clean out any indication that he is a child, I will have to accept that as well. Until he tells me he doesn't believe in tiny fairies that bring money to him for lost body parts, we should be okay.
May 26, 2014
May 9, 2014
Adventures takes on Mother's Day
This year, I have had some emotional moments when I think of this holiday. I vary from incredibly grateful for the day, to down right disturbed that it is so in your face and for some, a day of pain. Pain for the loss of a mom, a chance to become a mom, or just a reminder of a torn relationship with a mom.
Recently, a close family friend passed, and that has me thinning of her children and grandchild. I can not imagine the personal loss and to be thrust into this season of retail slaps in the face. I am more than in love with my mom each day, and can tell you, that this day is a joyous one for me and my family.
This year is especially unique for me. I have my mom, the only person in my whole world who knows every inch of my being, and loves me in spite of her knowledge. I recently mended a very broken relationship with my mother-in-love, and never in a million years did I think I could not only come to forgive past hurts, but love and respect this woman who gave me her son. I am so grateful to be able to share a Mother's Day meal with her this year, and all the meals that we have shared since learning to appreciate each other.
And then my own children, that I wanted more than anything from as long as I can remember…. I never want presents, and even worse than not wanting a present, I really don't care for money being wasted on a card. Turns out, my migits have been trying to sneakily make me a card on their own, and I love that thoughtfulness. The real gift came when Shay and I were talking the other day. She was talking about a parent she knows, and the lack of ability she feels this parent has. It was weighing heavily on her wise beyond her seven-year-old mind. I asked her what sort of parent she thought she might be one day.
Shay- "I hope to be a strict and silly Mommy- like you."
As long as both of my children know that I love them, and EVERY SINGLE decision is made with love and consideration to their needs, I can know that I have done my job, as a mom, to the best of my ability.
Aside- My mom and I were driving in the car the other day. She was lamenting on her own parenting skills and how she must have done something wrong. (I had a kind of crazy teenage experience that seemed more traumatic to my mom than me. Run away, drugs, expelled from school, etc. Sorry Ma. I really am.) I asked her, in all seriousness, "Did you do your best? Did you think you gave parenting your best?" She said she thought she had. I laughed. It wasn't until she answered that did I think it was funny. I mean, isn't hindsight 20/20? I think she did the best she knew how to do. Was she perfect? No. But, who is? Well, of course, there is Mary, but come on, she was even conceived without blemish! I am not perfect. And I want my children to see my imperfections and to accept my limitations. However, I believe I am doing the best I can, and hope that one day when my children grow up, they are a legacy I can be proud of.
Recently, a close family friend passed, and that has me thinning of her children and grandchild. I can not imagine the personal loss and to be thrust into this season of retail slaps in the face. I am more than in love with my mom each day, and can tell you, that this day is a joyous one for me and my family.
This year is especially unique for me. I have my mom, the only person in my whole world who knows every inch of my being, and loves me in spite of her knowledge. I recently mended a very broken relationship with my mother-in-love, and never in a million years did I think I could not only come to forgive past hurts, but love and respect this woman who gave me her son. I am so grateful to be able to share a Mother's Day meal with her this year, and all the meals that we have shared since learning to appreciate each other.
And then my own children, that I wanted more than anything from as long as I can remember…. I never want presents, and even worse than not wanting a present, I really don't care for money being wasted on a card. Turns out, my migits have been trying to sneakily make me a card on their own, and I love that thoughtfulness. The real gift came when Shay and I were talking the other day. She was talking about a parent she knows, and the lack of ability she feels this parent has. It was weighing heavily on her wise beyond her seven-year-old mind. I asked her what sort of parent she thought she might be one day.
Shay- "I hope to be a strict and silly Mommy- like you."
As long as both of my children know that I love them, and EVERY SINGLE decision is made with love and consideration to their needs, I can know that I have done my job, as a mom, to the best of my ability.
Aside- My mom and I were driving in the car the other day. She was lamenting on her own parenting skills and how she must have done something wrong. (I had a kind of crazy teenage experience that seemed more traumatic to my mom than me. Run away, drugs, expelled from school, etc. Sorry Ma. I really am.) I asked her, in all seriousness, "Did you do your best? Did you think you gave parenting your best?" She said she thought she had. I laughed. It wasn't until she answered that did I think it was funny. I mean, isn't hindsight 20/20? I think she did the best she knew how to do. Was she perfect? No. But, who is? Well, of course, there is Mary, but come on, she was even conceived without blemish! I am not perfect. And I want my children to see my imperfections and to accept my limitations. However, I believe I am doing the best I can, and hope that one day when my children grow up, they are a legacy I can be proud of.
May 2, 2014
Adventures takes time to share the mundane.
I thought it was time to sit you all down for circle time so that I might share with you the meaning of life. Because I do not currently know the meaning of life, I will have to share with you some random information you may or may not find useful today. If you find this information useless today, it might become useful at a later date, so please read through so that you might apply the information at a later date. If you do not feel that you will be able to adequately utilize this data at a later date, please retain the 411 for a friend. You know you have one of "those," and they will need this, sooner than later.
I am about to demystify a very common misconception. I have spent a long time, about two days, thinking about this. That might not seem like a long time, but you will clearly see, that I have, in fact, wasted about a forty-eight hour span of time on this subject. While there are scientist working tirelessly to find the cure to numerous illnesses and world wide problems, I am here to take over on the "not so subtle" issues that our people have to consider. I was elected, by myself, and take this position quite honestly and not without a little levity, very seriously. If someone else had stepped up and chosen to take on these issues, I would have been just as grateful that I didn't have to waste a full forty-eight hours on these such concerns. And without further ado…
Fork Split English Muffins. I know it's been on your mind for as long as you can remember. Or, at least the past 1.4 seconds since you read it. See, I am a freakin' mind reader, and I am here for you. What is a fork split english muffin? Well, I will answer this question, and many more, some day. For today, you will have to accept that I can only educate you on the muffin and why it is called "fork split." No one really knows, and many an English man does not even know what an english muffin is. Therefore, we can conclude, they are not English. As for the "fork split" terminology… First, this is not an effective method for separating your bread. Second, if you believe that cutting the loaf of bread with a fork will create a difference in the bread, you are inaccurate as well. The bread has more (insert marketing term here) "nooks and crannies" due to the greater amount of air in this bread. From my vantage point, they are desperately grasping at intelligent sounding adjectives in order to sell you a piece of bread that is not pre-cut well and filled with air.
And there you have it my dear readers. You.Are.Welcome. Go forth with such information, and use it wisely.
And in other news… This was a painfully slow work week, and that creates a lot of noise in my head. Occupational hazards of not having much of an occupation. One would think homeschooling, gymnastics and acting classes would be enough. Nay, Nay.
I am about to demystify a very common misconception. I have spent a long time, about two days, thinking about this. That might not seem like a long time, but you will clearly see, that I have, in fact, wasted about a forty-eight hour span of time on this subject. While there are scientist working tirelessly to find the cure to numerous illnesses and world wide problems, I am here to take over on the "not so subtle" issues that our people have to consider. I was elected, by myself, and take this position quite honestly and not without a little levity, very seriously. If someone else had stepped up and chosen to take on these issues, I would have been just as grateful that I didn't have to waste a full forty-eight hours on these such concerns. And without further ado…
Fork Split English Muffins. I know it's been on your mind for as long as you can remember. Or, at least the past 1.4 seconds since you read it. See, I am a freakin' mind reader, and I am here for you. What is a fork split english muffin? Well, I will answer this question, and many more, some day. For today, you will have to accept that I can only educate you on the muffin and why it is called "fork split." No one really knows, and many an English man does not even know what an english muffin is. Therefore, we can conclude, they are not English. As for the "fork split" terminology… First, this is not an effective method for separating your bread. Second, if you believe that cutting the loaf of bread with a fork will create a difference in the bread, you are inaccurate as well. The bread has more (insert marketing term here) "nooks and crannies" due to the greater amount of air in this bread. From my vantage point, they are desperately grasping at intelligent sounding adjectives in order to sell you a piece of bread that is not pre-cut well and filled with air.
And there you have it my dear readers. You.Are.Welcome. Go forth with such information, and use it wisely.
And in other news… This was a painfully slow work week, and that creates a lot of noise in my head. Occupational hazards of not having much of an occupation. One would think homeschooling, gymnastics and acting classes would be enough. Nay, Nay.
Apr 30, 2014
Adventures Shares a Free Event this Friday Night
Have you ever been to a "First Friday" event? We have done a few in the surrounding cities, but this will be a first for us in our own beloved Canton, GA. The past ones included live bands playing on the square, free food samples from the local restaurants, bounce houses for the "littles", and extended hours for the local businesses (support local). It is always a family safe atmosphere, and our children always ask to go back. The events are always held on the first Friday of the month, hence the name, and are free to the public, and often, are themed, and have fun contests to participate and win prizes in.
This Friday, May 2, 2014, The "First Friday Canton" event begins at 6: 00 PM. Our very own STARS Drama group will be on hand to give out some yummy treats and to invite you to some of our upcoming shows at our new home, the historic Canton Theatre.
Coming up May 30th and 31st, we have a really moving Memorial Day tribute, "American Heroes," to honor those who have served and protected our country and the freedom we know today. (That is the reason we are making a TON of red, white and blue cupcakes.) Shay will be singing a patriotic song and sharing the history of it.
"AMERICAN HEROES" A TRIBUTE TO OUR MILITARY
Through Music and Song
Stars Drama Troupe - Tisha Gotte, Director
May 30 & 31 Tickets $10.00 and $12.00
Call 770-704-0755 for tickets
Also, the next family-friendly play we are producing is right along the lines of our weather… "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz."
THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ
Follow the adventures of a young girl named Dorothy Gale in the Land of Oz, after being swept away from her Kansas farm home in a cyclone. The play is based on the novel written by Frank Baum. Come meet the Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion as they help Dorothy fight off the Wicked Witch of the East and the good witch Glinda. Will the mysterious Wizard of Oz help Dorothy find her way home? Come see this popular heart-warming tale. All children will receive Coloring pictures of the popular characters and a program they can have signed by the entire cast. Photo sessions after each production will be offered with characters of the play.
June 21st two showings. Matinee 2:30 PM and 7:30 PM. June 22nd Matinee: 2:30 PM Ticket Price: 10.00 Children under 12 and Adults $12.00
Last summer we sent the children to acting camp with Tisha Gotte. We had no idea that a week of half-day camp was going to change our lives. We are so grateful for the opportunities it has allowed for our family, and for the development in our seven year olds life. Shay was a mature, bright, and shy child. She even tells people that she still is on the shy side, but she loves performing, and is incredibly confident to speak in front of an audience. The director, Tisha Gotte, has raised FIVE children of her own, and when your child is under her wing, you know without a shadow of a doubt, your child is safe, given the tools to develop their acting abilities, and adored. Ms. Tisha works hard to make sure that each child's character and God-given gifts are nurtured. Tisha works hard to incorporate actors of all levels in her plays, as well as children and adults with disabilities. When you attend a STARS Drama performance, you are guaranteed a cast and volunteer crew, including our director, that has worked as hard as they can to provided a wholesome, quality performance. Tisha regularly auditions and casts families (parents included!) into her productions.
Recently, STARS has moved it's acting classes, shows, and summer camp to the Canton Theatre. Shay has had a few rehearsals there in the past month, and each time she walks in, she is more excited than the time before. This opportunity to perform on a historic stage, with a "real" theatre feel, is more than she dreamed of. While she has been in rehearsals, I have had the pleasure of speaking with the theatre manager, Mr. Bob Seguin. Mr. Seguin has welcomed this diverse group into his "home," and that is no small feat considering he is sharing with us an opportunity to perform high quality shows in a really remarkable theatre that had its' beginnings in 1911, showing slides and silent movies.
Currently, there are a few spots available for the upcoming summer camps, which are divided by age, and finish the week with a special friends and family performance at the theatre on the Saturday following that week of camp. Camp is from 10:AM-4:PM this summer. Multiple children discounts available. *Besides acting, our children worked on the set, played silly games, and did a lot of crafts last summer. No telling what this summer has in store for them!
Sign up early for acting classes starting in the Fall. STARS Drama divides their classes into levels based on experience, and works hard to develop acting abilities so that your child, if they chose to, will be able to move on in their acting career. We are always sad to see part of our STARS family leave us, but know that each of these talented individuals will go far and we will see them again- maybe on the big screen! There is always room for more, and we would love to have you join our family.
Please share this post with those those around you feel might appreciate the information. Come join us for some yummy, free fun this coming Friday night at 6:PM in Downtown Canton
This Friday, May 2, 2014, The "First Friday Canton" event begins at 6: 00 PM. Our very own STARS Drama group will be on hand to give out some yummy treats and to invite you to some of our upcoming shows at our new home, the historic Canton Theatre.
Coming up May 30th and 31st, we have a really moving Memorial Day tribute, "American Heroes," to honor those who have served and protected our country and the freedom we know today. (That is the reason we are making a TON of red, white and blue cupcakes.) Shay will be singing a patriotic song and sharing the history of it.
"AMERICAN HEROES" A TRIBUTE TO OUR MILITARY
Through Music and Song
Stars Drama Troupe - Tisha Gotte, Director
May 30 & 31 Tickets $10.00 and $12.00
Call 770-704-0755 for tickets
Also, the next family-friendly play we are producing is right along the lines of our weather… "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz."
THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ
Follow the adventures of a young girl named Dorothy Gale in the Land of Oz, after being swept away from her Kansas farm home in a cyclone. The play is based on the novel written by Frank Baum. Come meet the Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion as they help Dorothy fight off the Wicked Witch of the East and the good witch Glinda. Will the mysterious Wizard of Oz help Dorothy find her way home? Come see this popular heart-warming tale. All children will receive Coloring pictures of the popular characters and a program they can have signed by the entire cast. Photo sessions after each production will be offered with characters of the play.
June 21st two showings. Matinee 2:30 PM and 7:30 PM. June 22nd Matinee: 2:30 PM Ticket Price: 10.00 Children under 12 and Adults $12.00
Last summer we sent the children to acting camp with Tisha Gotte. We had no idea that a week of half-day camp was going to change our lives. We are so grateful for the opportunities it has allowed for our family, and for the development in our seven year olds life. Shay was a mature, bright, and shy child. She even tells people that she still is on the shy side, but she loves performing, and is incredibly confident to speak in front of an audience. The director, Tisha Gotte, has raised FIVE children of her own, and when your child is under her wing, you know without a shadow of a doubt, your child is safe, given the tools to develop their acting abilities, and adored. Ms. Tisha works hard to make sure that each child's character and God-given gifts are nurtured. Tisha works hard to incorporate actors of all levels in her plays, as well as children and adults with disabilities. When you attend a STARS Drama performance, you are guaranteed a cast and volunteer crew, including our director, that has worked as hard as they can to provided a wholesome, quality performance. Tisha regularly auditions and casts families (parents included!) into her productions.
Recently, STARS has moved it's acting classes, shows, and summer camp to the Canton Theatre. Shay has had a few rehearsals there in the past month, and each time she walks in, she is more excited than the time before. This opportunity to perform on a historic stage, with a "real" theatre feel, is more than she dreamed of. While she has been in rehearsals, I have had the pleasure of speaking with the theatre manager, Mr. Bob Seguin. Mr. Seguin has welcomed this diverse group into his "home," and that is no small feat considering he is sharing with us an opportunity to perform high quality shows in a really remarkable theatre that had its' beginnings in 1911, showing slides and silent movies.
Currently, there are a few spots available for the upcoming summer camps, which are divided by age, and finish the week with a special friends and family performance at the theatre on the Saturday following that week of camp. Camp is from 10:AM-4:PM this summer. Multiple children discounts available. *Besides acting, our children worked on the set, played silly games, and did a lot of crafts last summer. No telling what this summer has in store for them!
Sign up early for acting classes starting in the Fall. STARS Drama divides their classes into levels based on experience, and works hard to develop acting abilities so that your child, if they chose to, will be able to move on in their acting career. We are always sad to see part of our STARS family leave us, but know that each of these talented individuals will go far and we will see them again- maybe on the big screen! There is always room for more, and we would love to have you join our family.
Please share this post with those those around you feel might appreciate the information. Come join us for some yummy, free fun this coming Friday night at 6:PM in Downtown Canton
Apr 27, 2014
Adventures talks fifty shades of disgusting
The conversation is truly an ongoing, never ending, and disgusting. And yes, I am still talking birds, bees, and blood. Well, not entirely. Tonight, it was mucus. The cervical kind. Yup. I really went there.
Shay knocked on my bathroom door as I was undressing and getting into a shower. I had just put them to bed, and what better time to stall bedtime than AFTER I have just said "good night?" Yes, as I am about to get myself ready to relax. Through the door, she told me that she had to use my bathroom since Charlie was in theirs. (What the heck? I just had him go before prayers! Master of procrastination.) So, I said she could come in, and I pulled down my panties, pulled the panty liner out, and hopped into the shower. (Are you grossed out yet?) Well, Shay then asked why I use the sticky thing in my panties. She said, "Is it to catch the blood?" (See we have already done what I thought was the the hardest part. Oh, but wait. Just when you think you have hit the bottom, you find yourself still digging further down.)
Me- No. That is to catch the mucus.
Shay- From your nose?
Me- Well, not really. It's cervical mucus.
Shay- Oh.
*And here is where I felt I had honestly answered her question without dancing around it, and that just maybe there was hope that she was just going to drop it. Oh, but of course not. This is the inquisitive beauty that heard about the vaginal bleeding and kept on asking questions.
And here is how I explained it… and if you think you might get ill, now is the time to leave the page.
And here is where you might want to take notes in case your child wants to know about cervical mucus.
Me- You see, a few days a during the month, the days that G-d makes it so that a mommy's egg is available to the sperm that want to swim upstream, G-d made special food for the sperm to eat on the journey to the egg. It's like manna from heaven--- but not. It's really more like slime from the vagina, and really, that's all we need to talk about.
Shay- It's like science. Can we do a science experiment?
Me- With my cervical mucus?
Shay- Eww. No. Like, just a science experiment of some sort. We haven't done one in a while. But not with that stuff. That would be gross.
Me- You are so wise. And just for the record… I wasn't offering my cervical mucus up experimentation.
Shay- I know. Good night!
And that my friends, is how it's done. (Getting it done meaning getting your kids to go to bed without stalling anymore since they have come to realize that any further conversation might scar them for life.)
Shay knocked on my bathroom door as I was undressing and getting into a shower. I had just put them to bed, and what better time to stall bedtime than AFTER I have just said "good night?" Yes, as I am about to get myself ready to relax. Through the door, she told me that she had to use my bathroom since Charlie was in theirs. (What the heck? I just had him go before prayers! Master of procrastination.) So, I said she could come in, and I pulled down my panties, pulled the panty liner out, and hopped into the shower. (Are you grossed out yet?) Well, Shay then asked why I use the sticky thing in my panties. She said, "Is it to catch the blood?" (See we have already done what I thought was the the hardest part. Oh, but wait. Just when you think you have hit the bottom, you find yourself still digging further down.)
Me- No. That is to catch the mucus.
Shay- From your nose?
Me- Well, not really. It's cervical mucus.
Shay- Oh.
*And here is where I felt I had honestly answered her question without dancing around it, and that just maybe there was hope that she was just going to drop it. Oh, but of course not. This is the inquisitive beauty that heard about the vaginal bleeding and kept on asking questions.
And here is how I explained it… and if you think you might get ill, now is the time to leave the page.
And here is where you might want to take notes in case your child wants to know about cervical mucus.
Me- You see, a few days a during the month, the days that G-d makes it so that a mommy's egg is available to the sperm that want to swim upstream, G-d made special food for the sperm to eat on the journey to the egg. It's like manna from heaven--- but not. It's really more like slime from the vagina, and really, that's all we need to talk about.
Shay- It's like science. Can we do a science experiment?
Me- With my cervical mucus?
Shay- Eww. No. Like, just a science experiment of some sort. We haven't done one in a while. But not with that stuff. That would be gross.
Me- You are so wise. And just for the record… I wasn't offering my cervical mucus up experimentation.
Shay- I know. Good night!
And that my friends, is how it's done. (Getting it done meaning getting your kids to go to bed without stalling anymore since they have come to realize that any further conversation might scar them for life.)
Apr 19, 2014
Adventures talks birds, bees, and not elves.
Being honest with my children is something I take great pride in. Sharing the knowledge of life is something I take very seriously. And to balance that, I take Santa, our elf, and the Tooth Fairy, just as seriously. Indoctrinating my children into our faith was never a question for us. And while our faith does not necessarily teach us about the whimsical side of the holidays, the magic lies in drawing them closer to knowing that sometimes we just have to believe. As an adult, I think those magical things help us understand the importance of not understanding, but believing in things we can not conceptualize.
And so, here comes another morning where the Easter Bunny will dump some eggs on the house to seek after an early Mass. The Easter Bunny isn't a really big deal in the house, since we only refill the same plastic eggs each year with a piece of candy or pocket change. (I bought a small bag of York Peppermint Patties and then found about $1.50 in loose change to throw in some additional eggs.) And then, bought each child a fishing pole kit for about $20 each. (We really wanted to buy some after our first fishing attempt last weekend with friends.) And so, we are making "fishers of men…"
The conversation made me very uneasy. I tried to just stay quiet, and when they tried to engage me, I changed the topic and put the music on. I am not ready to explain away the lies and deception we charade around each holiday or tooth loss. They will only be young for a short period of time. And when they started asking questions, I got so nervous that I made a wrong turn getting on the highway this past week. I am not kidding. It is that upsetting to me.
However, menstruating was also a topic of discussion, and somehow, that was flawlessly executed.
Shay- How come some of our eggs are eggs we eat, and some are chickens?
(We have gone over this numerous times, but it came up again.)
And so, I then explained that it was not fertilized by the daddy, and quickly explained how girls have eggs, and we drop one a month if a daddy doesn't fertilize it. Then went quickly into explaining how girls' eggs are teeny-tiny, and we can't see them, but we know they are coming out since we bleed them out. And yes, for some reason, I realized how completely comfortable I was with this conversation, and yet, explaining the secular side of our traditions makes my palms sweat.
As for the child who was on the receiving end of the vaginal bleeding conversation? One mellow, low-key, "eww," was all I got. And then, "I think I won't have eggs for breakfast, after all."
And so, here comes another morning where the Easter Bunny will dump some eggs on the house to seek after an early Mass. The Easter Bunny isn't a really big deal in the house, since we only refill the same plastic eggs each year with a piece of candy or pocket change. (I bought a small bag of York Peppermint Patties and then found about $1.50 in loose change to throw in some additional eggs.) And then, bought each child a fishing pole kit for about $20 each. (We really wanted to buy some after our first fishing attempt last weekend with friends.) And so, we are making "fishers of men…"
The conversation made me very uneasy. I tried to just stay quiet, and when they tried to engage me, I changed the topic and put the music on. I am not ready to explain away the lies and deception we charade around each holiday or tooth loss. They will only be young for a short period of time. And when they started asking questions, I got so nervous that I made a wrong turn getting on the highway this past week. I am not kidding. It is that upsetting to me.
However, menstruating was also a topic of discussion, and somehow, that was flawlessly executed.
Shay- How come some of our eggs are eggs we eat, and some are chickens?
(We have gone over this numerous times, but it came up again.)
And so, I then explained that it was not fertilized by the daddy, and quickly explained how girls have eggs, and we drop one a month if a daddy doesn't fertilize it. Then went quickly into explaining how girls' eggs are teeny-tiny, and we can't see them, but we know they are coming out since we bleed them out. And yes, for some reason, I realized how completely comfortable I was with this conversation, and yet, explaining the secular side of our traditions makes my palms sweat.
As for the child who was on the receiving end of the vaginal bleeding conversation? One mellow, low-key, "eww," was all I got. And then, "I think I won't have eggs for breakfast, after all."
Mar 28, 2014
Adventures needs a reminder of why we work so hard some days.
It's for our family. We work so that we can buy more dessert. ;o)
Sep 5, 2012
The blog in which I curse dessert.
I had a long day with a sickly little chicky. Shay had a cough from the weekend away, and by the time she got home from school yesterday, she was in tears with a horrific sore throat and was not able to speak because the congestion was so thick in her throat. She was pathetic. I have been medicating each hour I am allowed to do so, and usually, her pain, fever, congestion or general miserable-ness is back way before I can dose again. So, sweet thing spent part of the day sleeping, and part watching Netflix TV. I have had my fill of My Little Pony, Garfield, and a horrible movie called Pet Pals. No joke. It was awful.
At dinner time, I tried to make glow in the dark bubbles after I remembered seeing it on Pinterest.com. Negative. I can get the solution to glow, but not the bubbles. There's your heads up. You're welcome. Dinner ended, and if the Pin-strosity wasn't enough of a frustration, here comes dessert.
Shay- Mommy, I ate all my dinner. May I have dessert?
Me- Of course! You can have whatever you want! (She was not eating at all today, and I had to beg her to eat. I'm sure the medicine didn't help. She made a meal out of her medicines every few hours, and that Sudafed is an appetite suppresant.)
Shay- What do we have?
Me- Uh, well... Some chocolate Teddy Grahams? Apple Sauce? Trail Mix and you can dig out the M&M's and throw the peanuts and raisins back in the bag? (I haven't been to the store in a while.)
Shay- (Looking in the pantry, spots the Pez dispenser bag with a few Pez rolls.) May I have these?
Me- Sure. Go for it.
I start cleaning up, and then she comes back with a sad attempt at opening the paper package on a Pez roll. She asks for help, and of course, I'd be happy to help. I put down my dishes and wipe my hands. At this point, I should have suited up to go to battle, but all I thought was necessary was to dry my hands. Little did I know....
First, I didn't dry them well enough, and the one little Pez that was partly sticking out of the wrapper got wet. Eww.. that won't taste so great. Then, I couldn't get the wrapper open from the end she started, so I flipped it around. So far, not a huge level of frustration, but I can see this will take some finesse- and I don't think I'm the chick for the job, but I continue on. I have a fresh start at this side, and quickly realize that I need to slow down. I slow down, and quickly realize that I need a freakin' machete if my child is to have dessert before my next menstrual cycle. I finally get it open. Not all the way. Only enough to get about four Pez out. Then, I drop one. HOLY BAT BALLS! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? So, I pick it up. At this point, I think, I will stop the package opening process, and I will stuff these little suckers into the belly of the dispenser before I drop any more. I am nearly thirty-six years old, and have not been practicing this skill for the past thirty six years, however, I thought I was fully capable of doing this task without the need of a surgical assistant. I thought wrong. So, I attempt to get these four in about three times, and finally get them in, all laying down perfectly straight, and I think, "Can't this be sufficient?" Well, I didn't bother to ask, as I know the disappointment on my daughters face would have caused me to throw myself into a bottle of alcohol, so I decided to just finish the job at hand. I put the dispenser down, and go back to peeling paper off from around the rest of the package. I think it came off into about 62.3 pieces. That seems about right. The whole package is no longer than your little finger. At this point, I would have eaten my own little finger I thought it might speed the process up. I begin thinking that this might become an awesome torture exercise for prisoners at war. Then I thought, "Sad that my brain goes this way. Maybe I should just start drinking now." I didn't. I knew that I had work to do, and my daughter was beginning to doubt my abilities and my enthusiasm for the request. She is my empathetic child.
Shay- Mom? Do you need help?
Me- Yes, but not the type you are thinking. However, Charlie's therapist refuses to call me back, therefore, I think we are a lost cause.
Shay- Huh? Okay. Let me know when you are done.
That was her way of saying, "Take your time. I see that you are struggling, and I love you anyway." I love her.
At dinner time, I tried to make glow in the dark bubbles after I remembered seeing it on Pinterest.com. Negative. I can get the solution to glow, but not the bubbles. There's your heads up. You're welcome. Dinner ended, and if the Pin-strosity wasn't enough of a frustration, here comes dessert.
Shay- Mommy, I ate all my dinner. May I have dessert?
Me- Of course! You can have whatever you want! (She was not eating at all today, and I had to beg her to eat. I'm sure the medicine didn't help. She made a meal out of her medicines every few hours, and that Sudafed is an appetite suppresant.)
Shay- What do we have?
Me- Uh, well... Some chocolate Teddy Grahams? Apple Sauce? Trail Mix and you can dig out the M&M's and throw the peanuts and raisins back in the bag? (I haven't been to the store in a while.)
Shay- (Looking in the pantry, spots the Pez dispenser bag with a few Pez rolls.) May I have these?
Me- Sure. Go for it.
I start cleaning up, and then she comes back with a sad attempt at opening the paper package on a Pez roll. She asks for help, and of course, I'd be happy to help. I put down my dishes and wipe my hands. At this point, I should have suited up to go to battle, but all I thought was necessary was to dry my hands. Little did I know....
First, I didn't dry them well enough, and the one little Pez that was partly sticking out of the wrapper got wet. Eww.. that won't taste so great. Then, I couldn't get the wrapper open from the end she started, so I flipped it around. So far, not a huge level of frustration, but I can see this will take some finesse- and I don't think I'm the chick for the job, but I continue on. I have a fresh start at this side, and quickly realize that I need to slow down. I slow down, and quickly realize that I need a freakin' machete if my child is to have dessert before my next menstrual cycle. I finally get it open. Not all the way. Only enough to get about four Pez out. Then, I drop one. HOLY BAT BALLS! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? So, I pick it up. At this point, I think, I will stop the package opening process, and I will stuff these little suckers into the belly of the dispenser before I drop any more. I am nearly thirty-six years old, and have not been practicing this skill for the past thirty six years, however, I thought I was fully capable of doing this task without the need of a surgical assistant. I thought wrong. So, I attempt to get these four in about three times, and finally get them in, all laying down perfectly straight, and I think, "Can't this be sufficient?" Well, I didn't bother to ask, as I know the disappointment on my daughters face would have caused me to throw myself into a bottle of alcohol, so I decided to just finish the job at hand. I put the dispenser down, and go back to peeling paper off from around the rest of the package. I think it came off into about 62.3 pieces. That seems about right. The whole package is no longer than your little finger. At this point, I would have eaten my own little finger I thought it might speed the process up. I begin thinking that this might become an awesome torture exercise for prisoners at war. Then I thought, "Sad that my brain goes this way. Maybe I should just start drinking now." I didn't. I knew that I had work to do, and my daughter was beginning to doubt my abilities and my enthusiasm for the request. She is my empathetic child.
Shay- Mom? Do you need help?
Me- Yes, but not the type you are thinking. However, Charlie's therapist refuses to call me back, therefore, I think we are a lost cause.
Shay- Huh? Okay. Let me know when you are done.
That was her way of saying, "Take your time. I see that you are struggling, and I love you anyway." I love her.
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| Dessert. I think I deserve a freakin' medal or something. |
So, I finally get all the paper off, and the wet one breaks. Screw you wet one... we didn't want you anyway. I nimbly attempt to line four more Pez up in my fingers, then attempt to open the belly fully, at which point, the four in my fingers fall, and the already placed Pez decide to jump ship, and go all caddywhampus on me. I dump the whole thing out, and at this point, I decide to take a deep breath. Not because the Pez are causing a panic attack. Rather, because Charlie has just finished his dinner, and is headed for the Pez bag. My life sucks and I need professional help because the stress of finishing the job at hand seems more overwhelming than sticking my hand up an elephant's backside. I actually thought of about 4 other horrific/bile things that I would have rather done than load two Pez dispensers. I am not right. Don't judge.
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