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| Every day when getting ready to go out, whether it be for work or pleasure, time is spent carefully choosing my outfit and getting myself ready (edit: time given in mommy minutes). One thing I learned as a mom but still refuse to give in to is that sometimes, no matter how careful you are in getting yourself ready, there just never seems to be a moment you can escape the drooling, spit ups, or tears that inevitably befalls a mother right before leaving the house. As I sit at my desk at work, I see the remnants of my kids on my shirt. Probably Chloe crying and drooling on me before I was able to leave. So whenever you pass women wearing stained tees or apparrel, think of this entry and know that they probably didn't mean to leave the house with a dirty shirt. We as moms will forever wear our kids on our sleeves-literally. :) | | |
| Kids grow up so fast. It's something I've always heard and been told, but like other things in life, it doesn't really hit you until you're actually living it. Richie is now 4 yrs old. I look at baby pix of him and it seems so hard to believe that he's changed in so many ways. With each year comes different challenges. With his unique qualities and the ability to make those around him laugh, also comes with it the challenges of dealing with a child who already knows how to work the system. For instance, this past w/e he knew that he was in big trouble so as soon as we get in the car, he tries his best to make me laugh. When that fails, he says, "um ma, you're so pretty". When i don't respond, he states again, "I said you're so pretty um ma".
He's got an active imagination: at the school pool, he's having a great time until he notices all the cracks in the pool. After that, he won't go in b/c 'the pool's gonna break"-then he proceeds to tell the lifeguards about fixing the cracks-all retold by his amused teachers.
He sees his friend at school show up with a boy perm-while everyone else is going about their business playing w/ toys, Richie, who doesn't miss a thing, runs up to him and states, "Phillip, what happened to you? Does you mommy know?". -again, all retold by his amused teachers, who now knowing him well, can only laugh and shake their heads.
At a young age, he understood the concept of nicknames: His younger sister has been known to him as "Kiwi". He came up with that when he was 2.5ish. It was no pronunciation mistake, believe me. It's Chloe when he's not feeling so playful and "Kiwi" when he's in a giddy mood.
At the end of the day, it ends w/ him praying w/ his dad. He "confesses" all his sins, ending his prayer w/ "I'm sorry God". When richard first heard his, he replied, "aww..richie, it's ok". To which Richie responds, "I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to God".
One thing I know for certain: I want to raise my kids fearing God and not us. Many kids grow up doing or not doing things because of fearing their parents or wanting to make them proud. We as parents are not always around to see everything that goes on in our kids' lives. I want my kids to live their lives fearing God and wanting to please Him above all else.
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| at 18 months-(early this week) we discovered that Chloe knows some of her alphabet letters-if we point to one that she knows, she can tell us what it is! also, b/c of her big brother, she is one brave little 18mo old. Already, she can climb some of the monkey bars at parks all by herself. We only stand behind her just in case.... She's also learned the art of telling her brother what to do. Last night, while Richie was throwing a tantrum and crying, Chloe diplomatically went over to him and told him to "Shhhh...!". A few weeks ago, we tried having Richie take violin lessons at age 3. Well, it didn't quite work out. After only 2 lessons, his violin teacher quit on him. Oh well. Life is never quite dull being a mom!-although sometimes i wish it were. | | |
| it's been awhile, but I"m back! Who knew that estrogen came in such small packages? With Richie, you could give him a toy and he was good to go! Chloe, on the other hand, is much more complicated. So I applaud all men for having to deal w/ all the craziness of women. Today, I feel this way. Tomorrow is a different story..... | | |
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