Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Like Mother, Like Son

Monday I went to Ashton's school for Parent Teacher Conference. I'm not gonna lie, I was nervous. Just like I was for Meet the Teacher and his first day of school.

There's something about school that gets me all anxious. I still have nightmares about junior high where I realize about halfway through the semester that I haven't been going to a class I'm supposed to, or no matter how hard I try, I can never find one of my classrooms. I wake up in a panic and can't get back to sleep. It's horrible, let me tell you.

But with Ashton, I'm doubly nervous. I've got my own weird issues on top of being nervous for him.

I met with his teacher and she said some really good things about him. Of course, I mean, he's a great kid. And also (duh) because it's kindergarten and they are being graded on their pencil grip and if they can count to 20 and other important life skills.

One area, though, she said he could improve on. And that was being chatty with his friend Zach. I hear about Zach all the time! It's always, Zach this and Zach that. Ashton can't stop being chatty with me about Zach, how can I expect him to not be chatty with Zach?

But, I guess he comes by it naturally. I remember my parents coming home from similar Parent Teacher Conferences and talking with me about trying to be a little less social.

I remember learning the alphabet in sign language in 3rd grade and trying to talk to my friends from across the room. Or the time my dad had me determine my own punishment for talking too much in 4th grade and I gave myself a much harsher one than they would have ever dreamed of.

What's a mom to do?

Oh man. I hope I don't have a bad dream tonight about getting in trouble for talking at school. Because that would make me really nervous.





P.S. Don't worry-- I didn't stay mad at the kid for too long. I couldn't back when he was a little guy like this, and I still can't.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Miracle of Miracles

So I walked outside yesterday to go mail a letter and was hit by a huge shock: I didn't do a Wicked Witch of the West and melt from the heat. I don't even think we reached triple digits. Hallelujah! Break out the parkas!

The boys and I were so excited, we got out the bikes and scooters and enjoyed the "cooler" 90° weather for a bit.

And apparently Ashton grew a little over the summer-- poor kid can barely steer with those knees knocking the handle bars.

But the news gets even better, because another miracle was witnessed. Carter finally wore shoes!
Such a proud fashion moment as a mother-- a onesie and crocs in the same outfit.

I was actually pleasantly surprised by how well he did with shoes on for the first time. It almost made his walk a little more graceful. And we all know every little bit helps...he still looks like he's had one too many, if you know what I mean.
Doesn't he look so big? He'll be 18 months on Sunday, which means he'll go to Nursery! Hallelujah! It's a good thing, too, because I think they were about to make me the leader of the unofficial hallway class at church.

2 miracles in one day? That's a good day in my book.




P.S. A 3rd miracle would have been if my children weren't in their pajamas in these pictures. But that's just asking too much.

Monday, September 14, 2009

My Gift to You

Here's a little somethin' to help you beat those Monday Blues.



Didn't work?

How 'bout this?






P.S. You're welcome.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Mathematician


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P.S. I hope you remember that equation...there will be a quiz later.

Monday, September 7, 2009

A List in Pictures

I know I've talked about the Glad Game before, but it really seems to come in handy when I'm feeling a little put-out by life. And sometimes I can feel quite put-out.

But Sunday afternoon was different. I was hit by a wave of gratitude for the simple things of life. And since that doesn't happen all too often, I thought it was pretty blog-worthy. So without further adieu, here is my official photog thankful list:

#1

No, I'm not thankful for an ugly backyard. This was taken Saturday morning during one of the coolest storms we've had in quite some time. I actually had our doors open for a while-- it was that good. I love that it's September and I can see the light at the end of our long, hot tunnel of summer.

#2

I love this kid. And, I love Sunday naps. I got one yesterday-- it was wonderful, thanks for asking. This kid's smile and bedhead are evidence of his 5 hour nap yesterday. I love 5 hour naps.

#3

Ashton drew this picture for me. I love it. I love that he did it all on his own, even spelling Mommy correctly. I love that my kids call me Mommy.

I love that the "Y" is backwards. And I love that I'm "Mommy Fish." It's a picture of our house, in case you can't tell. I love that he made a pool in our backyard, which looks like it's in the sky. I love that kid.

#4

When Ian saw how I reacted to Ashton's picture, he was quick to make something for me too. I love my spontaneous marker tower. I love that he actually let me take a picture of him. And I love that kid too.


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I really do have a strong desire to hold onto moments like these. I know there will come a day when my house is empty and lonely and I will long for all those things that drive me crazy right now. It's just hard to remember that during the everyday hustle and bustle of life. I really wish I was better at it.

Pardon me while I go and enjoy the simple things with my kids today.



P.S. Happy Laboring.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Independence

Last year Ashton attended a pre-kindergarten program through our local school district. He cried on the first day of school when I tried to drop him off, and proceeded to throw a fit for days on end.

He finally calmed down after we instituted (if you remember) the sticker chart, but it was still very important that I walked him to the playground everyday...all year long. I know it's because I'm such an awesome mom and he just wanted to be with me all the time. I mean, who wouldn't?

Fast forward one year...

Tuesday was Ian's first day of preschool. He was so cute and so excited to go. I'm such a great mom-- I even took the official first day of school picture for the kid. See, no middle child complex.

(he insisted on holding up the folder he got the previous day at meet the teacher
...and would not let me take off the teacher's welcome letter on the front)


When I dropped him off, he pushed me away and said, "Bye Mom." He then proceeded to walk into his classroom with not even a look back. Wait. What? That's not how it works.

All I know is it sure doesn't make a mom feel very loved. I think we may have to start a sticker chart to get him to show a little sadness when I leave him at preschool. Is that too much to ask?



P.S. It's a little weird having only one at home for a couple hours a day. Solitaire anyone?

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Proud Moments

You'd think that after my week and a half blog hiatus I'd come prepared with an eventful post. Sorry to disappoint, but you get what you get and you don't throw a fit! That's our family motto. It'll be engraved on my headstone...that and "flush the toilet and wash your hands."

But the week wasn't a total waste-- I'd officially call Walker a carter. Oh, you know what I mean. And here's proof (just so you know, he's still a little tipsy from a night of partying and he was in charge of dinner that night...oh, and onesies are very fashionable).



And in other fashion news, here's my style savvy son sporting all the latest trends in menswear.


Some days make it all worth it.




P.S. Happy September! For the last 29 years, it's been a very happy month for me.