We are home from our whirlwind trip to visit my parents. We spent most of the weekend at the shop working, while Naona watched the kids. At one point, when we were taking a break, the kids came out to visit us and asked us what we were doing. When we told them we were scuffing they asked what that meant and then pleaded to do it themselves. We found some scrap wood and a piece of sand paper and let them give it a try. They lost interest in about a minute and opted to take a walk with Naona outside instead, but it was pretty cute to watch them give it a try!
So I mentioned last week that I was in a car accident. I was on my way home, taking a route I don’t normally take unless traffic is really backed up on the main drive. I was in the far left lane, and as I was driving I noticed that up ahead there was a line of cars that seemed to be braking pretty quickly. I wasn’t following close, and had plenty of time to change lanes. As I was passing the group of cars, one of them swerved into my lane and side swiped me. I felt the impact and the car jolted to the right, but I was able to keep it in my lane and not into more traffic. I pulled over to survey the damage- some scratches and dents.
Today I took the van in to get repaired. The insurance company is giving me a loaner vehicle and when the nice gentleman dropped it off for me we noticed that it had 47 miles on it. FORTY SEVEN. As in “this van is brand new.” I think I might have had a look of horror on my face when the man informed me that I was the first person to use it. “It’s perfect,” he said with a smile. “No dents, no scratches, all the stickers are still on it. It’s brand new.” I forced a smile at his enthusiasm, but people, I HAVE THREE SMALL CHILDREN!! You can’t give me a brand new van?!?!? What are you thinking?!?!? This is such a bad idea!!!
Of course, I didn’t say all that. I just continued to smile as he handed me the keys. Don’t get me wrong, this van is nice. It’s so cushy and clean and shiny. I could drive it all day long. But kids are messy and sticky and all the things you don’t want in a brand new vehicle.
I drove it to work. It was splendid. I drove it home. It was grand. I saw the odometer pass 100. (odometer, people, not speedometer!) And then I got to the sitter and picked up the kids. We had a nice long talk about how this is not our van and we have to be super, super careful with it. No food. No drinks. No putting feet on the seats. In fact, no shoes!!!
I got them all in and that’s when they started to complain… ABOUT THE NEW CAR SMELL!! You know, the smell all new car owners wish they could bottle so their car would smell fresh and new for years. Big E especially hated the smell and was very disappointed that we would have the “smelly van” for a week.
And so begins the week of the “smelly van.” Wish us lots of luck and absolutely no spills!
The first official day of summer is upon us. When I picked the children up this afternoon, we agreed to a quick McDonald’s dinner and a walk to the stinky bridge. We needed the chance to get outside and expend some energy. The McDonald’s was, well, bleh, as McDonald’s tends to be, but the kids gobbled up their food and we headed back to the house. I changed while they got their helmets on. We dragged out a bike and a scooter and headed on our way!
I’m purposing to enjoy my children as much as I can this week. Other things are getting pushed to the side (hello, laundry), but spending time with them has to be more important right now. So my house may be a wreck and my dishes may be stacked in the sink, but that’s ok. There’s always the weekend, right?!?
This evening we had an object lesson. It was born from the fact that our evening went very, very poorly. It started with some disobedience and spiraled out of control. The kids were all over the place, screaming, instigating each other, and absolutely not paying attention to mommy. This was one of those evenings you want to hide in the closet until everyone goes to bed, but then you remember that you are the adult and you are the one responsible for getting them all to sleep.
So, I corralled the older two and we had a lesson. I placed a rolled up blanket on the floor and called that the line they were not supposed to cross. Then we talked about what different kinds of things that line could represent… picking on your siblings, not coming when you are called, whining, yelling, etc. We talked about the choices that we make and how it is up to us whether we cross the line or not, and the wisdom in staying as far from the line as possible.
They seemed intrigued by the idea, and we acted out a few scenarios where the kids made the choice to cross the line and the choice to avoid it. It seemed to click in their minds as they mimicked the bad behaviors they get in trouble for, and the reaction they got from me when they chose not to do them.
As they were getting ready for bed they kept mentioning the line and saying they were making sure not to cross it.
Like all my parenting exercises, this will probably work for them for a couple of weeks, but I’m hoping that something stuck. 🙂
The past few weeks have been very somber and serious. So this evening I grabbed Baby E, sat him on my lap and snapped a few photos in Snapchat. It only took a few minutes, but we both laughed at our pictures and I could tell that he had a good time. 🙂
So was I productive this evening? Not so much, but that’s ok. There’s always tomorrow! 🙂
As I type this, my dear husband is out in the parking lot, with a shop vac in hand, cleaning all of the sand out of the van. Our recent trips to the beach have left a layer of sand over everything, and this evening he decided to clean it up. Let me tell you, friends, I married a good man. Our lives aren’t perfect, not even close, but he is a really great father.
Tim was the first one to want to start a family, even when I was still slightly reluctant to the whole idea. When he found out I was pregnant with C, I don’t think I had ever seen him that happy before. From the first moment he held her, he was hooked, and with each child, I have seen him grow as a man and a father. He is right in the trenches of parenthood, without ever complaining. He holds his own with messy diapers and projectile vomiting. The kids know they can count on him to be there and support them, and they never questioned that they are loved. Like I said, he’s a good man… and a great father!
So Happy Father’s Day, Tim! We love you to the moon and back!
As for my own father, he set the standard high for the type of man I would eventually marry. I have never known anyone with such high integrity and honesty. My father is a man of character, has a wonderful sense of humor, and has always made me feel incredibly safe. He’s my friend and confidante, and I am so grateful to have such a man to call dad.
So thank you, Dad, for everything. For all the sacrifices you made for your family, for the way you provided for us, and worked hard. Thank you for the way you love your grandchildren. We love you so much!
Tim worked late last night. I was fast asleep when he got home and unfortunately the kids woke up at 6:30 this morning, despite it being Saturday. Since Tim has been working crazy hours lately, and has barely had any time off, I wanted to make sure that he got a little extra sleep, but what can one do with three small children on a Saturday morning besides plop them in front of the tv?
The beach. I know, I know, it seems like we practically live there, but they open at dawn and close at dusk, and it doesn’t cost us a dime to go, so the kids pulled on their swimsuits, and scurried for the car. They had to open the gate when we got there, and we had the beach to ourselves for the two hours that we stayed. We finally came home when our rumbling tummies couldn’t put breakfast off any longer!
The rest of our day was pretty lazy. We went out for lunch, took a nap, and then went grocery shopping. All in all, a successful Saturday. 🙂
It was ten years ago today that Tim and I stood on the Brooklyn Bridge in the middle of a torrential downpour. The air had gotten cold and the water had soaked though our clothes. I shivered as I looked at the skyline, waiting to see if my suspicions were correct. As Tim kneeled on the ground, my heart started racing.
Ten years ago was one of the best days of my life, and I remember nearly every moment of it. Little did we know what we were signing up for, but it has been an incredible journey!!