Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Does this smell like chloroform to you?

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Have I mentioned G is going to big kid school?

Not the post I want to write about that. He is. Nov. 1. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY We are all really excited. I'm obsessing about how I'm going to make drop off and pick ups happen, but it is what it is. It will work. We should have started in September when school started. It is no secret I've been super blessed with our child care providers. They are awesome. Taught G all kinds of things like animal noises and things I forget about. However, it's been declining. My happiness that is. mostly because I think my baby isn't happy. The big kid. Who is still only 3. The one who I'm forcing a parent teacher conference with because this mama has been pushed too far. My child is not perfect. My child can throw fits. My child can test your patience. My child is generally kind. My child is not aggressive. The reports I'm getting are of the latter. He isn't kind. He is being too aggressive with his friends. Everyday when I pick him up he is in trouble. Today when I talked to him about what he was doing to be in time out (explained to me via child care provider)he couldn't tell me. He didn't know. "I was habrassing my friends." Now, I don't think he knows that word so I feel it's obvi a repeat. He is the oldest. He is smart. I know he isn't being challenged because most of the kids are way younger. I worry his little self esteem is being hurt by someone not wanting him to be there. And that makes my mama-heart sad. and angry. and worried that I will be petty when discussing this topic. I mulled over (aka called my sister who is much more level headed and better at discussions than I am) and decided I can't not say something. Yes, it's a few weeks left. Yes, it will probably be awkward because M is still going to go there. But it's too late. I sent an email requesting a conversation. What would you do? Would you say something? I'm torn up inside about this. My big kid. My three year old. He's still little. And he's still my baby.

Monday, October 7, 2013

The aching in my bones.

Have you ever been in shape and then absolutely NOT IN SHAPE? I'm falling into the absolutely not in shape kind of place. I know this because I started running last week. And then it hurt to shower, I think. Speed work out? Sure. If you count that as speed. I was on a track, so there's that? Hills in the dark? Sure. Why not tack on an extra mile because I never pay attention to a map? 5 miles? Sure. Why not? Death by toddler stancing to pick up 485 acorns? done. So every tuesday and thursday morning, before anyone in my house is awake (unless you count meyer, because he still doesn't sleep alllllllllllllllllllllllll night), I'm up and out the door and started on my workout. Because I can. Because I have a family to go home to. Because I'm re training with team in training. This time in my own town. Help me find a cure. Please click on the donate screen on the left side of the screen. Because I know you came here to try to give me money. I promise you a hand written thank you note. What? like that isn't what you're really after. If you aren't too sore.

Sunday, October 6, 2013


I love a race. I love going to cheer. I love running and seeing people on the sidelines. I dislike people standing on the sidelines in total silence. This AM the little boys and I went to watch Ben run. We were excited. We (G and I) LOVE to cheer for people. No lie... it was so quiet that when I was cheering people on G asked... what's dat noise mama? And he meant my echo. yah. weird. When we found Ben G excitedly told him, "Daddy, we say go runners. We say kick it. we say lookin' good." Be still my heart. Then some dumb barista at starbuks made his "danilla" steamer super hot which burned his little mouth and chest and I told her off. She "didn't know that it was for a kid." Um, ok. Well, the kids cup is a sign. mama bear. out. Then we had a lesson in homeless people and how we have a lot to give and even if you have a little to give it's good to help other people. To which G empathized about if someone needed help building their lego tower he would absolutely help. It was so sweet. and precious. and cute. and so so so privileged. And for this... I hope to teach my kids all about being someone else's cheer station.