a few happy thoughts

Yesterday I wrote something about my physical self.  "Let's face it, it ain't good."  Afterwards, I thought to myself, "No, it ain't what it used to be, but it ain't too bad."  And then I went and whipped my utility room into shape just to prove it.  Hey, self.  I may be short on stamina, but I'm still here.  That's something to celebrate!

Last weekend we went bowling.  Correction:  the girls and Courtney went bowling and Samuel and I went spectating/cheerleading.  It was lots of fun.  While we were rocking out to the very, very loud music (I must be getting old), Kate yelled, "It feels so good to be bowling again, Mom!  I think we should do this once a month!  It should be our New Years Revelation!"  I loved that.  I'm all for New Year's revelations.  In fact, I like the way she thinks.  Hmmmm, should I resolve to lose ten pounds or go bowling?  Let's start with bowling, shall we?

Speaking of Kate and her extra awesome ability to be herself, try this one on for size.  This little girl of ours called her grandpa the other day to see if he would teach her how to weld.  A very marketable skill for a nine year old girl, no?  He asked her if she was considering building a battleship.  I'll just say this:  If that girl made up her mind to build a battleship, I wouldn't put it past her.

And today?  I'm sitting here typing with the cutest little guy on my lap.  He is cute- I'm not just saying that cuz I'm his momma.  And he smells good (most of the time).  AND.  He is grinning.  It is super, duper, fantastically cute.  In fact, his daddy called the other day just to tell me, "I just thought about Samuel's grin and laughed right out loud."  Everybody should be able to see a grin like this each day.  We'd all be a whole lot cheerier. 

Also.  My today includes a very spunky three year old, which is good because not only do I have Samuel here to make me smile, I have Claire here to make me chuckle.  She's pretty funny, that one.  The other day our home teachers were here and after sufficient time had passed she announced in a not-so-quiet voice, "It's time for them to go home now."  When she didn't think they'd gotten the message, she repeated herself.  "Please tell them it's time to go home now."  Awesome.  Luckily, they were good sports.

Oh, and another thing.  Emmy is sick.  As in deathly sick.  The kind that keeps you home from school and then makes you want to watch movies, play with your little sister, and eat chocolate chip cookies.  You know the kind?  I could sense the sickness coming on yesterday morning, but managed to get her out the door.  However, she called me about 30 minutes before school got home.  The chipper "Mom, I don't feel good!" gave her away.  After school, of course, she was much too ill to go to ballet, but then made an amazing recovery the minute the carpool left.  Amazing, I say.  I wasn't surprised when she crawled into my bed this morning with an excruciating tummy ache. 

I had no choice but to pull out the big guns.

I explained that a sickness of this magnitude can only be helped by one thing:  staying in bed.  All day.  When she agreed, I groaned.  Is there anything more painful than keeping a seven year old in bed all day?  Okay, so maybe there is.  The point is, sometimes being a responsible mother requires patience.  And some good acting skills.  You see, the trick is to put on my most sympathetic face, adopt the sweetest voice I can muster, and remind her how very, very sick she is.  So sick, in fact that she couldn't possibly go to school.  The only cure?  A day of strict bed rest.  So, it has only been one hour and and I have already escorted my little girl back to bed approximately seventy-two times.  On account of her being so sick and all.  She knows I am acting (maybe it's because I'm not usually so very sweet).  She is quite aware that the gig is up.  At this point, it has become a battle of wills.  We will see just how long her pride will carry on before she breaks down and admits that she was pulling my leg.  She wasn't sick after all!  And then (enter sigh of relief), we can sit down and have a nice chat about the boy who cried wolf.  We can spend the rest of the day having a Vacation From Life Day, both of us satisfied and happy with a lesson learned.  Mom isn't so dumb, after all.  But if I cave first?  She'll play hooky again.  And again.  I've seen it play out a hundred times.

I've become my mother. 





Last of all, a funny poem.  My friend Robyn sent this to me and it made me laugh. 

Attitude

There once was a woman who woke up one morning,
Looked in the mirror,
And noticed she only had three hairs on her head.
"Well," she said.  "I think I'll braid my hair today."
So she did
And
She
Had
A
Wonderful
Day.

The next day she woke up,
Looked in the mirror,
And saw that she only had two hairs on her head.
"Hmmm," she said,
"I think I'll part my hair down the middle today."
So she did
And
She
Had
A
Grand
Day.

The
next
day
she
woke
up,
Looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head.
"Well," she said,
"Today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail."
So she did
And
She
Had
A
Fun,
Fun day.

The next day she woke up,
Looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.
"Yay!" she exclaimed,
"I don't have to fix my hair today!"

Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary,
For everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Love simply,
Love generously,
Care deeply,
Speak kindly. . .
And leave the rest to God.


(One more thing that made me laugh out loud today!)

the weekend



Love is nice.

Courtney has been working away a lot lately, which means I miss him.  We all do.  It also means that in my current physical condition (let's face it, it ain't good), I'm kind of a mess by the time he gets home.  For some reason when I get tired, my legs don't work so good.  They're actually getting to the point that I can walk okay when I am rested, but when I'm tired?  I shuffle. 

Lucky Courtney.  By the time he gets home on Friday I'm in shuffle mode.  He's usually coming off a five plus hour drive home and a week of extra long work days.  I'm sure the last thing in the world he wants to do is put me back together again.

But he does.  And he makes me feel like it's a pleasure for him.

Last weekend when he got got home on Friday night, he gave me hugs and kisses and promptly sent me off to bed while he got dinner ready and the girls settled down for the night.  After I'd fed Samuel and fallen asleep, he quietly wrapped up his little boy and made a bed for the two of them in the family room.  Then, without saying a word to me, he fed him during the night so I didn't wake up.  He does this often.  And on Saturday, he ordered me to bed again.  When I told him I couldn't because I needed to make brownies for a family party, he told me, "I can make brownies.  Where's the recipe?"  And he did, despite the fact that he'd never made brownies before.  (They were yummmmy too.)  When I woke up Saturday afternoon, I saw a sign hanging on the door, with strict instructions for the girls to leave me alone.  What's more, he stuffed pillows into all the windows and so the room stayed nice and dark so I would sleep better. 

I'm not sharing this so people think he's perfect.  I'm sharing it because he is kind. 

Kindness is a good thing in a marriage.

When he left to go out of town again on Monday, I thought about him.  A lot.  I thought about what I might do that would make his day a little happier.  When someone does something kind to you, it makes you want to do something nice back.  Kindness begets kindness.

I am positive that a regular doses of simple kindness can do more for a marriage than almost anything else. 

While I understand how important it is for both of us to share the load that comes with raising our family, I think true happiness in marriage is found when we find joy in serving each other without thought of what we might get in return.  I don't think the kindness means as much for either of us if we are keeping a tally.  Love seems to grow best when we do something for one another simply because we see a need and wish to make each other's day just a little bit better.

I'm convinced that there's nothing better than being married to a nice person. 






Try doing something nice for your spouse today. . .just because! 

If I am not I, who will be?

I'm off to a doctor appointment today and I really shouldn't take the time to write this, but I wanted to do it this morning lest I forget.



Kate made me laugh this morning.

I was waiting in the bathroom for her turn in our line-up of morning hair-do's when she marched in and announced, "I prefer ponytails today, please!"

That's my Kate.

I chuckled out loud (because Kate makes me do that) and then asked her if she got her lunch.  When she said yes, I double-checked to make sure she knew hers was the blue lunch box (she and Emmy had different orders today).  Again, she said yes.  "But if I got the wrong one, I could just ask my teacher if I could quickly go to Emmy's class and trade," she said cooly.  "But that won't be necessary."

Once again, I laughed out loud, telling my Kate, "You make me laugh."

With that, she grinned and said, "I do that to a lot of people.  That's cuz I'm just myself."



But the best part?  It was still to come.  It will make me smile all day.

"It's best if I'm just myself.  I figured that out a while ago.  First, from experience.  And second, if I try to be someone else it doesn't work out so well.  It's like that sign you have hanging up in my room (one of those that I love but I wonder if the girls ever read), 'If I am not I, who will be?' "  She paused, "I think about that saying all the time".


You make me very happy, Kate Jeannett Wood.






(In case you're wondering, Henry David Thoreau deserves the credit for that favorite quote of mine.  That makes it even fancier, eh?)

halloween fun

Since I'm not the most energetic gal on the planet right now, I was relieved that the girls kept costumes pretty simple this year.  With the exception of Ryenne, the girls wanted to wear costumes they already had.  That made me very happy.  Ryenne had her heart set on being a 50's girl, and when my sister found someone who would rent the whole get-up (skirt, sweater, scarf, and glasses!) to us for a mere nine dollars, Courtney said "Sign us up!" 

I thought we had everything in the bag until a few nights before the big day, Courtney asked me what Samuel was going to be.

"Ummm.  Samuel?"  I gulped.  Hadn't exactly thought through that one.  (I don't think through a lot of things these days).

Luckily for us, we had a superman onesie in our repertoire.  I merely had to add a cape, dye some tights, and find a pair of whitey tighteys (except I needed them to be reddy tighteys!).  Ten minutes and wah-lah! 

Superman.  (Or "SuperSam" as we called him!)

We were glad cousin Kalli and friend Hailee could join us for the big night.

Courtney and I dug up our best duds to arrive as the tackiest tourists ever. 

A good time was had by all.  Maybe too much fun, in fact.  I had a pretty hard time prying the girls out of bed for school the next morning.  After a good ten minutes of working on Emmy, she finally sat up in bed, folded her arms and announced, "I'm not going!"  I inspired her, after all. . .oh, the schemes I can concoct with a bit of candy and a little blackmail. 

Happy Halloween!

the night we ditched the pumpkin walk

Since we're at a new elementary school this year, we were all relieved to find that the new school has a pumpkin walk.  That's cuz we have a family tradition of ditching it.  And then having a bigger, better party at our house.

Or a party at our house, anyway.

Last week, Kate ran into the house after school shouting, "Yeah!  It's the pumpkin walk tonight!  That means we get to skip it!"

If you know us at all, you know the story.  It all started out because I was too lazy to help the girls carve extra pumpkins for the pumpkin walk.  And it was cold.  And it just didn't sound very fun.  So we bribed them with a party.  Same thing every year- donuts on a string, pin the nose on the pumpkin, and silly pictures of the gang. 

It stuck.

Plus, I get to eat sugar and kiss my man all at the same time.  Bonus for me!

Samuel is already a fan.  Turns out, he didn't think the pumpkin walk was worth all the hassle, either. 

We're pretty relieved we won him over so easily.

'Til next year, pumpkin walk.  You're always the best night we never had.

once upon an afternoon

Once upon an afternoon, I had plans.  Take a hot bath and then maybe a nap.   Ohhh, it sounded so nice. 

However, just as I was ready to embark on my vision of loveliness, daughter number one asked if I would pleaaaaase paint pumpkins with her.  I almost declined (in fact I may have a time or two), as I was so very, very tired.  A hot bath and a nap seemed to be just what I needed.

But then?  I remembered something daughter number one had told me a week or so earlier.  "You won't get to read bedtime stories to me forever, mom."

Turns out, I painted pumpkins, after all.

And a lovely afternoon it was. 

As with any good fairy tale, it was not without it's fair share of drama.  (A few tears were shed when little sister joined the party.  And made a mess, much to the chagrin of daughter number one.)  And of course, we must have a villain or two- Me and Me.  This after I laid down the law that allowed little sister to stay and fulfilled my motherly duty of enlightening older sister with my rendition of the importance of kindness. patience, and sisterly love.  How is is possible that I am so very often the heroine and the villain?  Such talent I possess.

I was pleased to discover that pumpkin painting was just what I needed, after all!

That, and a pleasant ride with daughter number four. 

Daughter number one was right, you see.

I won't be able to read bedtime stories forever.  Nor paint pumpkins with excited little girls.  And swinging with my little girl at my side on a beautiful autumn day?  That opportunity won't always be mine, I'm afraid.

And so, my dear daughters:  I conclude this tale with the hope that you will remember that once upon a lovely day in October, we painted pumpkins.  I almost missed it, but I was so glad I did not.  For I will look back and know that for an afternoon, at least. . .

We all lived happily ever after.

the best part of autumn