Carrots

All the kids pack their lunches for school every day on there own.  Sometimes this is a hard task to make them do, sometimes they just get it done, which is nice.

Lunchmeat is usually the one where I have to hound him to pack his lunch.  One day he had left his lunch box at school so I made him, after hounding, put his lunch in a plastic Walmart sack.

In the morning everyone got their lunches and went to school as normal.

In the afternoon when I picked up the kids, Lunchmeat was very upset.  When I asked him what was wrong he asked “Why did you only give me carrots for lunch?”  I reminded him that he had packed his own lunch and asked what he was talking about.  He pulled out a Walmart sack and out of it he pulled a three pound bag of carrots.He asked me why I changed his lunch for carrots.

When we got home his lunch was still sitting in the fridge.

Poor kid.  What I don’t understand is why no one from the school did anything about it?  Apparently several adults noted he only had carrots and commented to him but no one got him a new lunch or called me.

The Count

There is a daily ritual at my house that I refer to as “The Count”.  This is the time of day where I look in the dishwasher and the cupboard and count the sippy cups.  Anyone who has had a toddler will understand why this is an important ritual.  Doing this has saved me money and stress.  It has also saved me from losing my lunch.  Opening a sippy cup that has been left filled with milk, under the couch for a week is not pleasant.

When I was a younger Mom, and less wise, I did not perform this ritual.  This resulted in many a time of finding a sippy cup in some random place and wondering how long it had been there and what the contents had been.  There were times where I just tossed the cup out rather than brave opening it.

Now, in my older and wiser years, I perform the ritual.  Currently we own six sippy cups.  Keeping the number of cups to a minimum is very helpful in this ritual.  When I am loading the dishwasher after dinner I count the cups.  If there are any fewer than six cups everything in the house stops as everyone searches for the missing cup or cups.  Once the cup is found, rinsed, and placed in the dishwasher normal life can resume.  NOTHING is allowed to go in until the ritual is complete.  I am more sane because I do this.

What rituals do you have as a mom and save you from the mom version of DOOM?

Birthday Song!

Well, I’ve finally picked a birthday song.  I thought of this one a LONG time ago but I was hoping to find one that was a little easier to explain why I chose it, and a little less personal, but I’ve not found one so here we go.

The Script – Superheroes

I know parts of this song sound super depressing but to me they are not, they have hope.  What it means to me is that all the challenges in my life (not that I’ve had a super hard life) are things that have and that will make me grow and be stronger.  I particularly think about this song in the context of my depression.  The fight against it has taught me so much, has made me more understanding and has given me more compassion.  Fighting it has made me stronger.

When you win these kind of battles it teaches you to fly.  Some days I fly.  Some days, you fly too.

“Superheroes”

All her life she has seen
All the meaner side of me
They took away the prophet’s dream for a profit on the street

Now she’s stronger than you know
A heart of steel starts to grow

All his life he’s been told
He’ll be nothing when he’s old
All the kicks and all the blows
He won’t ever let it show

‘Cause he’s stronger than you know
A heart of steel starts to grow

When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been struggling to make things right
That’s how a superhero learns to fly
(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been working every day and night
That’s how a superhero learns to fly
(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

All the hurt, all the lies
All the tears that they cry
When the moment is just right
You see fire in their eyes

‘Cause he’s stronger than you know
A heart of steel starts to grow

When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been struggling to make things right
That’s how a superhero learns to fly
Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power

When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been working every day and night
That’s how a superhero learns to fly

(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

(Power, power, power, power, power)
(Power, power, power, power, power)

(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

(Power, power, power, power, power)
(Power, power, power, power, power)

(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

She’s got lions in her heart
A fire in her soul
He’s got a beast in his belly
That’s so hard to control
‘Cause they’ve taken too much hits
Taking blow by blow
Now light a match, stand back, watch them explode

She’s got lions in her heart
A fire in her soul
He’s a got a beast in his belly
That’s so hard to control
‘Cause they’ve taken too much hits
Taking blow by blow
Now light a match, stand back, watch them explode, explode, explode, explode

When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been struggling to make things right
That’s how a superhero learns to fly

(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been working every day and night
That’s how a superhero learns to fly

(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

(Power, power, power, power, power)
Oh, yeah…
(Power, power, power, power, power)

(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

(Power, power, power, power, power)
(Power, power, power, power, power)

Ooh, yeah
Whoa

(Every day, every hour
Turn the pain into power)

When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been struggling to make things right
That’s how a superhero learns to fly

The Birthday Curse

I have a birthday curse.

It started when I was a little kid and my birthday fell RIGHT after the start of school.  Everything was so crazy very often kids were not able to attend my parties…or at least that’s what I was told…

When I got older the curse got to be more pronounced, or at least in my head it did.

I remember when I turned 18.  12 of my friends planned a big party for me. Everyone was coming.  On the day of only 2 showed up.

So I’ve learned to ignore my birthday for the most part.  I tend not to plan things with other people or say much about my birthday because I’ve been conditioned to believe it will just lead to disappointment.

But even that attitude has not spared me from the curse.

About three years ago on the morning of my birthday our fridge broke.  That was exciting.  At least that year I still got cake.

One year hubby and my brother in law tried to fry me a turkey, because I LOVE me some fried turkey.  First they ran out of propane and next the propane hose sprang a leak and lit on fire.  Also the cake was a total failure.  I do however count that birthday as a win because of all the love and effort that they put in for me in the face of the curse.

This year I got a little brave, I made plans with people.

And it worked!  Mostly.

I had hot chocolate in the morning with one friend and lunch with another.  I had a wonderful time.   Then I got home.  I had plans to play games with my family.  I laid down for a few minutes after I got home and then was attacked by horrible allergies that kept me in bed for the next two days.

So I half won against the birthday curse.

Maybe next year I’ll 2/3’s win…

Do you have a day that invariably goes wrong?  Like Friday the 13th’s (which are lucky for me, by the way) or does every Halloween end in disaster? I’d love to hear about your personal curse days.

Managing Summer

So, I’ve implemented our summer plan.  I do the same thing pretty much every summer, typically with a different focus.  This summer our focus is going to be on kindness.  My personal focus is going to be on consistency.

One of the things that drives me a little batty every summer (and in every day of my life) are the repeated questions.  I don’t mind questions, I try to encourage my kids to ask me questions, but there are a few that get asked over and over with a certain degree of whinyness that I just go bonkers.  And it doesn’t help that these questions are often asked of me two inches from my face at 6:00 am, thereby scaring me out of sleep and out of my mind.

To try and combat these two problems, I made the following documents and posted them on my bedroom door.  Several people requested them so I thought I’d post them here.  I got my kids to help me think up what should go on these.  Lunchmeat really wanted to add the occurrence of Zombies to the “Should I wake up the Parents” sheet and was irritated when I didn’t.  I told him Zombies fell under the “Bad Guys” category.

Answers to Common Questions

Should I wake up the Parents

For those of you who saw the pictures of these signs on Instagram you will see that I have removed the images from the “Should I wake up the Parents” sign.  I got the pictures off a clip art site so they are not my own so I felt it would not be right to re-post them here. Sorry!

Do you have a “Summer Plan”?

Do you have a particular focus in your “Summer Plan”?

What questions would you add to the “Answers to Common Questions” sheet?

Did I miss anything you would add to the “Should I wake up the Parents” sheet?

I am a believer

I am a believer in God
I am a believer in Justice
I am a believer in the fact that everyone is allowed to have their own opinion
I am a believer in agreeing to disagree no one is required to concede their point
I am a believer in people’s rights to do what they want, how they want
I am a believer in being careful with that last one, you can damage things in a way you cannot come back from
I am a believer in the fact that I know best for my kids, not someone, anyone else
I am a believer in the fact that there is your view, my view, and the truth lies somewhere in between
I am a believer in Hope
I am a believer in Dragons!
I am a believer in being “That Mom”
I am a believer in Love
I am a believer in Forgiveness
I am a believer in protecting yourself from those who hurt you
I am a believer in the power of Art and Music
I am a believer in the power of Words, and a dangerous power it is
I am a believer in Kindness
I am a believer in the virtue of taking the higher road (I almost wrote vulture there!)
I am a believer in being honest
I am a believer in knowing the difference between being honest and being a jerk
I am a believer in the fact that silence is a virtue, and one I need to work on!
I am a believer in bearing one another’s burdens
I am a believer in Trust
I am a believer in pain, and the fact that it teaches you things
I am a believer in looking at the bright side and looking for the silver lining
I am a believer in healing
I am a believer in Time and its power
I am a believer in many many things, more then I can write here

I am a believer for standing up for what you believe.

So, what do you believe in?

Peanut and Harry Potter

Peanut has recently discovered Harry Potter.  It was something we have been talking about having her read for a while.  The only reason that I put it off so long is she scares so easily and Harry Potter not only has some heavy themes but some scary scenes.  Her two best friends have been pestering her to read it and then the first book came up as t book for her book club, so I thought it was probably time.  We were at a book fair and I suggested she buy it for her book.  She was reluctant as she had a different book she wanted, but she bought it in the end (bought both actually, I only pitch in for so much at book fairs, if they want more then the set amount they have to pay for it themselves, but that’s a story for another day).

It took her one day to read it and she LOVED IT!!!!!!

When she was done she immediately came to me and said. “I NEED the next book, it is essential for my survival.”

She repeated this several times a day until I convinced her to check out the second digitally from the library.

She read that in one day, despite being quite ill at the time.

Harry Potter has resulted in a new obsession for her, it may have even replace science as her favorite thing, I’m not sure but here are some of the things she has shared with me about Harry Potter.

  • She already has her next birthday theme all planned, Harry Potter and Potion making.
  • She wants all the Harry Potter books.  She wants them in soft cover so that she can hug them.
  • She has finished the first book in Pottermore and is happy to be a Ravenclaw.
  • She felt guilty, like she was betraying us, because she was imagining that she was related to Harry Potter.  I told her that was not a betrayal of her own family and that she didn’t have to feel guilty.
  • She personally identifies we Hermione and I think that’s a perfect fit.  If you knew her you would see how she is a real life Hermione, same idiosyncrasies, same personality, same hair.
  • She is beside herself with excitement because the book club that caused her to read it is here at our house.  She’s been working on her book club plan ever since she finished the book.

I could go on, and she has, but I will let you imagine it for yourself.

I LOVE seeing my kids learn to LOVE new things, especially when they are things that I love as well.  It was hard not to push it on her.  Loving something, especially books, is not something you can really give to someone, and you can ruin it for them if you try to hard.  I’m glad this one worked out and I’m excited to see her learn to love more things.  I hope she takes to Lord of the Rings as well.  That will be fun!

What was something new and exciting that you or your kids recently learned to love?  How do you share the things you love with your kids?