My son is obsessed with all things Spiderman. I remember when he was about 2 and he saw a picture of Spiderman on something in the grocery store. He asked me what that was and I told him Spiderman. I remember he giggled saying that was so silly, to have a spider man. Sometime since then, he got bit by the spidey bug! I love this picture…the smile on his face was worth all the effort it took to make that cake!
Our bags are packed, checked, we’ve passed security, and now the circus crew is sitting in the terminal snacking on bagels, waiting to board the plane for El Paso (well, to Jackson to Huston to El Paso)!
You haven’t see the circus till you’ve see 2 adults, three preschoolers, our 8 checked bags and our 4 carry on items go through the check in line and security. Let’s throw in a little reshuffling of items in our bags to try and make all of our bags meet the weight limit.
To the smart mom or dad who invented the quiet game.
I say, “THANK YOU!”
Seriously, you’ve changed my life…or at least my commute to and from the grocery store. Last week in a desperate attempt to keep my sanity as I drove my three overly tired, overly hungry, did I mention whiny, children home from B.J.’s I remembered this game of my youth. And given the highly competitive nature of my two oldest, I thought they just might take to it.
Timely, we are not.
But we do follow through…eventually.
We promised our daughter on her third birthday in early Feb, that her gift from us would be a special trip with Mommy and Daddy to make her own teddy bear.
Two months later, the magical moment happened.
After dropping her siblings off at Nana and Pop’s, Scott and I realized this was the first time we had spent time, just the three of us, since she was in the hospital three years ago!
I’m always looking for something to spice things up here at the circus. And this year I think the kids are old enough to really enjoy some pranks tomorrow for April Fools. I was delighted to open my recent addition of Family Fun magazine and find some fun little pranks to pull on the little ones. All sweet innocent fun!
So, tomorrow we’ll be having some arctic cereal. ( The night before April Fools' day, pour milk over half a bowl of cereal and put it in the freezer.
My son loves baseball. I am not sure exactly where this love comes from since his dad and I are both avid football fans, but could care less about baseball. Didn’t even watch the World Series. In fact, the only baseball I’ve watched over the past few years, I’ve watched with my son. As a 2 year old, he would ask for it on TV and we’d sit and watch several innings on ESPN or catch a little on Sports Center.
When my oldest doesn’t take a nap, I am often looking for creative ways for him to play quietly while the girls sleep and I do “whatever I do” during nap time. Often time he plays quietly in his nap room (I separate the kids during nap time so they aren’t sleeping in the same room) or will play a computer game. Some days, however, I give him the point and shoot and let him have fun with his artistic side.
Someday when I open my silverware drawer I will find each piece sitting neatly in the slot it belongs.
Someday my kids won’t come running when they hear me opening the dishwasher, eager to help put the dishes away.
And I will look back on these days when my 19 mth old did it all by herself with longing.
So, today I am enjoying the help!
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5 years ago if you had told me that I would care, I mean really care, about a little stuffed animal blankey, I would have laughed. Shortly before I stopped teaching my third graders threw me a “surprise” baby shower. One of my students gave me a blankey/stuffed animal all in one. You know those things that have an animal head on one end, blankey in the middle and feet and buttom on the other end?
"It’s Friday night/And the mood is right/Gonna have some fun/Show you how it’s done, TGIF.."
Remember those days? Nothing better topped off a hard week of going to school and talking on the phone like a little Full House, Family Matters, and Perfect Strangers. T.G.I.F.
If ever there was a week that needed an end, this week here at the circus, was it.
What with puke, and then puke, then a missed gymnastics performance due to puke, and then missing your best friends birthday party thanks to your sisters puke, followed by more puke, then a power outage, puke, snow, still more puke, then Daddy away on a business trip, his homecoming strangely enough followed the next morning by still more puke…