It seems I’ve been on a streak of heart-warming, tear-jerking, and somewhat soft and fuzzy posts lately.
Well guess what, people? The happy baby hormones have officially run out.
Month: January 2013
I often wonder how many of my friends living in close proximity to extended family take for granted the availability of someone to come watch their children for a night, a weekend, a sick day.
Some things I am not taking for granted right now:
- Friends with no children who love our children as much (possibly more) than we do.
- The courage of those friends to take on the twenty-four hour childcare challenge, times three, and then succeed.
- An infant who, in just five weeks of life, has given me confidence that he can be away from mama for twenty-four hours, and then prove me right by being as good as I could have expected.
- Children who can be bribed into good behavior and then totally satisfied with gas station candy as a reward. Continue reading “Blessed”
Eliott’s easy reader this week:
Jam Pot
Jim, a big jam pot!
Jim, grab the jam pot!
Jim flips for fig jam.
See Fran jog in fog.
See the jam pot drop.
Fran drops jam for Jim!
Try to tell me something else isn’t going on between the lines here.
(If it helps, Jim and Fran, in the illustrations, are bears.)
Getting to the bottom of behavior problems with my children is like pulling teeth. One perpetually lies. The other tells a little bit of lots of true things, but leaves out the details of exactly what you want her to say.
This girl gets away with far. too. much.
I’m continuing with the Happiness Project idea of choosing a Word For The Year.
Two years ago my word was JOY. In the face of becoming a full time stay-at-home-mom with a gross social deficiency in making friends with other women, moving to a new town, supporting John in opening his own law practice, buying a house while still owning two-thirds of an unsold condo, and hitting year two of birth control induced hormonal imbalance, I needed to focus on looking on the bright side. Hah.
You know I’m a sucker for a brand new calendar. I get excited about re-starts. A new journal. Empty gradebook. Clean sheets. Serenity now.
So obviously I’m not against New Year’s Resolutions. I tend to make them and I tend to keep them. In my adult life, the secret to my success has been to focus on but one resolution for the year, and to make it realistic.
I can only remember a few specifics.
The UnderToad 