Saturday, November 20, 2010

My Girl Has a Birthday (which also means she grows up. Boo!).

So, something happened the other day.

And, I'm not really thrilled about it.


Someone else, on the hand, couldn't wait for it.



Apparently, she's dead set on growing up.


Little stinker refuses to listen to every argument I present encouraging her to stay little enough for me to snuggle forever. And she absolutely refuses to turn back into a little baby so I can sniff the top of her head and gnaw on her cheeks.


Why is this, I wonder? I mean, my arguments make perfect sense to me!


Seven candles, people! 7!!



There was no nostalgia for my girl. She was all about celebrating her birthday with some of her special friends . . .




her dad, her brother, and . . . and a horse (of course!)

at the place that all little kid's call "heaven" and all parents call . . . well, you know.


That's right.



It was . . .


Chuck E. Cheese's!


"Where a kid can be a kid . . . and some freaky, large-headed mouse makes you wear a silly blow-up crown in front of all your best friends!"

Awesome!

She had a blast though, and so did all of her friends.

Her little brother and her dad did too.


I forgot to ask the horse.



Meanwhile, I'm doing my best to reconcile myself with this getting older business. Apparently, she's going to do it, no matter what I say.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thankful with Attitude

My girl turned 7 last week.


I'm still reeling from the shock of it all, but I am working on getting a birthday post up someday soon (hopefully before she turns 8 which, at this rate, will be, like, tomorrow. THEY GROW UP SO FAST!).


Okay, I'm over it.


Anyway, I wrote this for our MOPS newsletter and thought I would post it here too. Sorry if you're reading it twice. :-)



One of my mom's favorite "punishments" for her 4 whiny children was to order us to: "name ten things you are thankful for." (really, she probably only made us do it a few times, but to a kid that's a lot!). Sounds like she let us off easy, doesn't it? Seriously, when my 2 start the whine fest, all I want to do is send them somewhere AWAY from me. I have a very low whine tolerance. It's the truth.


As kids, we were usually disgruntled and mad that we didn't get our way, and our typical first few "thankful for's" included things like, "the air," "my pants," "boogers," and other such sarcastic drivel.


But, what eventually happened, what always happened, and what my wise mother knew would happen (or at least she hoped!) is that by number 4 or 5, we really started to name those things that truly mattered, those things for which we were truly grateful - our family, our home, our health, etc. And, low and behold, the earlier gripes were forgotten, and our moods were lightened (usually, anyway!).


As a kid, I used to HATE doing this, and swore that I would NEVER make MY kids do this.


Well, never say never.


While I haven't yet employed the "thankful list" as a punishment per se, I have started to make an effort at encouraging my children to appreciate those blessings around them that they take for granted every day, and as Thanksgiving nears, we have begun a tradition in our home to help us be thankful more than just one day every year.


Two balls of Styrofoam, a pair of googly eyes, and a wattle and beak made from construction paper make up our very own Tom the Thankful Turkey. Every November he arrives in our home, and as each day passes, we fill out Tom's tail with construction paper feathers filled with "thankful for's" as we count down the days until Thanksgiving.


The kids LOVE doing this each night, and the contributions are always entertaining. Ben's "thankful for's" are always my favorite: "homework, the sun, Big Doggy, apple crisp, Popsicles."

My "thankful for's" of course always include my family, my friends, my home, but I also include things like "coffee," "chocolate," and this past week, I included "antibiotics" too. :-)

What are you thankful for, and how do you remind yourself and your family to be thankful every day?

There are many days the whiny little kid of so many years ago still shows her face in my mirror, and I'm always surprised at just how easy it is to forget everything for which I have to be grateful. Hopefully, with a little practice, we can all remember to be thankful for all our blessings without it having to be a punishment.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Guess what we were for Halloween 2010

Can you guess?

She's not a princess (it's a Halloween miracle!).

She's not sparkly or glittery.

There are no wings, wands, tiaras, or plastic shoes involved.


Can you guess?

Whoa... what's up with the brown hair??



She's Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, complete with Toto and the requisite red sparkling shoes (okay so there was a little sparkle involved. But, if you were to ask her, she would be quick to tell you that in actuality, Dorothy's shoes in the original story were silver! That's my girl!). Click those heels together, Dorothy! There's no place like home. There's no place like home!


She got lots of oohs and ahs from people admiring her costume all night long. And though she didn't intend to, she totally freaked out her little brother.

Mommy, I don't like Clairey in that costume.

Why not, buddy?

Because it doesn't look like she's my sister anymore.


And the little man?

No masks, no fur, no Iron Man in sight (though it was a close call there!)

The fake head/microphone was the clincher on the costume choice for this guy.



Ka-chow! Hello Lightening McQueen Pit Crew Chief!



Bring on the candy!

Monday, October 18, 2010

The Race

I run.

Okay, let's rephrase that.


I jog. Slowly trot. Move somewhat faster than a walk.


I do this for exercise, mainly because it's fast, and it doesn't require a fitness club or Y membership. Generally I get up before Shawn leaves for work in the morning to get my run in, and I feel great knowing that I have exercised for the day.


I've been doing this now for over a year, and while I enjoy it (to some degree), I have never considered myself a "runner" and have really never had a desire to run in races. Although, I will say that somewhere in the back of my mind I think it would be really neat to run a half-marathon


Well, about 2 months ago, I finally convinced Shawn that he needed to start exercising. He's always been super skinny, and weight has never been an issue for him (blast him!), but he's just recently noticed some of his pants getting a little bit more snug. (HA!) So, he decided to start running.


Of course, not more than a few weeks into it, he tells me we need to run a race. It must be a man thing. To run was simply not enough. There needed to be a competition.


I agreed, the only stipulation being that he run with me.


And so . . . we raced.

Here we are about 2 minutes after I finished. Yes, I said I finished. Shawn's promise to stay with me lasted all of about 2 minutes.


Official 5K (3.1 miles) times:

Shawn - 25.17 minutes
Me - 28.47 minutes

Now that we have a race under our belts, I'm happy.

Shawn, on the other hand, has already scoped out 2 more races for us to run before Christmas.

I've created a monster.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Fair Affair

Every October signals the arrival of the Dixie Classic Fair, and attending it has become a family tradition, dating back to those nearly forgotten days before children.

But, there's no denying that it's all about the kids these days.









































All that was missing from the day was a helping of fried butter with a side of fried beer.


And, yes, we could have bought them both.

Stuff

We've taken a few "field trips" lately with the kids.

First, the now annual Tobaccoville Celebration. This fell on Ben's birthday last year, and he thought all the activities were planned for his big day. It wasn't on his birthday this year, but the kids still had lots of fun.

Can't beat it when it's free!

I actually considered buying a pig after seeing this one.
Seriously.


A sword and fire hat for brother . . .

and a butterfly for sister = good day!



Ben and I took another trip with our MOPS group to a local butterfly farm.
First they demonstrated the life cycle of the butterfly.
"in the cocoon"


Kylie the butterfly. She looks thrilled, doesn't she?


And then it was off to the butterfly house to feed the butterflies.
The white pads were soaked with sugar water to encourage the butterflies to land on us.





New ones breaking out of cocoons.


This one is getting ready to start his cocoon.






Just when Ben started to get tired, look what happened!
Love his face here.



Ben, go stand next to that butterfly so I can take your picture.
No, mommy, I don't want to.
Well, just go over there and show me your muscles.
Okay.