Mama – When Baby Get Here?

I know it has been forever since I’ve written over here and I am really disappointed in myself about that. My kids are growing up so quickly and I really want to do a better job of capturing the moments… I just haven’t been.

So, in the sake of wanting to remember this one, I’m writing a quick Ella post.

Ella’s newest thing that she started this week is to ask, 10+ times a day… “Mama, when baby get here?” I respond, “In May, right before your birthday.” She then says, “My birthday? Yay! I love baby come on my birthday.”

I know, nothing hilarious, but I just think it is so cute that she keeps asking and then gets excited about it. Little does she know how much this little baby is going to rock her precious world!

Ducks and Butterflies

Butterflies

I have always had a soft heart for animals of almost any kind. (Sorry snakes and rats… not you!). When I was growing up, we lived on a small 5 acre “farm”. I hesitate to call it a farm… I think it was more of an experiment for my parents to test out the country life! We had a few cows, chickens, a horse, geese, peacocks (I know…what on earth?), and ducks.

Behind our house we had a small pond, which is where our ducks made their home. In that pond lived turtles… very large turtles. We soon discovered, as part of our farm experiment, that these particular turtles liked to eat baby ducks. We found this out soon after one of our ducks had a family of little baby ducks. They started disappearing one by one and we soon realized that it was because they were being snatched up by the turtles. One baby duck survived, and I took him under my wings and raised him.

I named my duck Maverick, after the character in the movie Top Gun. Maverick came into our house, and took to me like I was his mama. He followed me around, rarely leaving my side. I would feed him the bugs captured in our bug zapper. We became very close and I was proud of how smart my little guy was. He grew and grew until one day my mom informed me that it wasn’t fair to keep Maverick from entering the world of ducks. She said it was time to let him be free.

i remember being absolutely devestated on the day my mom made me release Maverick. I just knew that he wasn’t going to leave me. I knew that I would put him in the pond and he would come right back to me and follow me back into the house. Afterall, I was his mama… I raised him, nurtured him, and helped him grow to be the duck he became. He wasn’t just going to drop our relationship just like that.

Boy was I wrong… I took Maverick out to the pond, put him in the water and he never came to me again. My heart was broken as I learned the hard way my first real lesson in the difficulty of cutting the ties and letting something you love go so that it can grow.

Fast forward 20+ years later. My mother-in-law gave us a mail order butterfly house. You know, you mail off a postcard and a few days later you get “larva” in the mail. You keep them in their container until they have built their cocoons and then you place them into their mesh butterfly house.

I kept the container and the butterfly house right next to my computer. It was so fascinating to see these catepillars grow and grow, build their cocoons and then hatch into beautiful butterflies. The kids and I talked to them each day, encouraged them, and became so proud when they first spread their wings to fly. Like all relationships like this one, you eventually have to let your babies leave their home to go and explore the world. For us, this was today, and it was a lot harder than I expected.

As we opened the hatch on the butterfly house to let them go, I started thinking about everything these little guys had accomplished to get to this day…the day to spread their wings and fly into a world of unknown. I became emotional…imagine that. As my babies let these babies out into the world, I couldn’t help but think of the future when I open up our hatch and release my babies into the world to begin a life of their own. Just like my butterflies, I can only hope that I will have given them enough love, encouragement and time to grow into independent, responsible and respectful adults. Until that time, I hope that time slows down so I can relish in the moments we have together. I’m not ready to set them free.

Inch Worm Baby

I’m just putting this out there under the category of “Things that make me go hmmmmm…” about my daughter Kelly. I bought this Inch Worm riding toy for my youngest, Ella, last spring. Ever since this little Inch Worm has came into our house, Kelly has decided that it is her baby, Alyssa. She holds it, carries it around, feeds it pretend bottles, etc. Everything a mother would do to their baby, Kelly does with her inch worm baby. Mind you, this is a riding toy, so it is big and bulky. On another note, Kelly has tons of baby dolls, so it isn’t like she is filling a baby doll void.  Hmmmmmmm…

 

Wordless Wednesday – Missing Our Best Friend

Collin & Jacob

I’m participating for the first time in Wordless Wednesday. If I understand this right, this post should have no words… but all of the other Wordless Wednesday posts I have seen have words.

So, I’ll have it be a kind of Wordless Wednesday.

Jacob and Collin – two boys who instantly meshed and became best friends. Collin moved over the summer and we miss him terribly!

Treasures

Kelly has become very attached to a little frog sticker and a ring. Over the past week she has been taking these two items with her everywhere. Anytime someone notices (which it is hard not to because she shoves them under their nose) she proudly exclaims, “This is my special ring and special sticker. They are special because they are from my mom.” Sweet preciousness, isn’t it? The only thing is… I am her mom (at least the only one I’m aware of) and I did not give her that ring and sticker. I honestly have no idea who gave these two things to her and why on earth she thinks it was me, but she does. Even today, she came home from school and told me that her friend wanted to try on her ring, and she let her but told her “not to lose it because it is special and is from my mom.”

I guess I will take the credit for now, but if Kelly’s real treasure giving mom could please stand up, I have some college tuition funds set up that I would be more than happy to let you contribute to! In the meantime, thanks for the ring and sticker. She loves them.

Patriotism

The Olympics have made a big impact in our household over the past two weeks. Today it was with great sadness that we bid farewell to the most memorable (to me anyway) Olympic games of my history. I am not sure if having kids made me more interested, but this was the first Olympic games, as an adult, that I really cared about what was going on. It was so nice to turn on the TV and have a show to watch that we could all enjoy as a family… sitting down each night and cheering on the USA brought a lot of teaching moments for us as well. The kids learned about other countries, about the power of practicing hard to achieve your goals and about sportsmanship. One thing I didn’t realize they had learned was a lesson in patriotism.

This morning I walked into the living room to find all three of them standing completely still, with their hands over their hearts staring at the TV as the USA basketball team accepted their gold medals. They may not know what this gesture means, but I was so proud of them to recognize the moment of reverance and to give the flag the respect it deserves. God bless the USA!

Pole Dancing

Ella loves to dance. An even stronger love she has is taking off her clothes. Ella can’t stand to have clothes on. I know… quite the future she has, isn’t it? Dancing and stripping.

If we are at home, Ella immediately takes off her clothes and either puts on a swimsuit or her PJ’s. In fact, even when we are in public, Ella tries to take off her clothes. Just ask Shalee. We met for coffee yesterday morning and while we were there… smack in the middle of a public place, Ella proceeded to take off her clothes. Nice first impression, wasn’t it Shalee?

The other day we were all at Splash Cove, an outdoor aquatic center in Shawnee. Rock music was playing and Ella was sitting at the picnic bench bopping her head to the music. She stood up and I said “Are you going to dance?” She nodded and then proceeded to find the nearest pole and began a lovely pole dancing routine.

So, dear readers, now my youngest is an accomplished pole dancing stripper. Let’s just hope she is getting it out of her system now!

The First Day

Jacob’s teacher decided to torture the parents the first day of school today. As we were dropping the kids off, she said “Make sure you pick up the blue note on their desk.” Oh, I know this trick. It is the trick where the teachers leave some kind of note, poem… something to ensure that if you aren’t crying already, you will be before you leave the room. Luckily, I knew better than to read it at school, and saved the tears to flow in the comfort of my own home.

The First Day

I gave you a little wink and smile

As you entered my room today.

For I know how hard it is to leave

And I know your child must stay.

You’ve been with him for six years now

And have been a loving guide.

But now the time has come

To leave him at my side.

Just know that as you drive away

And tears down your cheeks may flow

I’ll love him as I do my own

And help him learn and grow.

For as a parent, I too know

How quickly the years do pass.

Not too long ago it was my turn

To take my child to class.

So please put your mind at ease

And cry those tears no more

For I will love him and take him in

When you leave him at my door.

First Day of School… Or Not

It was Wednesday morning. We were all sitting around, finishing up breakfast and the kids were anxiously awaiting their playdates scheduled for the day. Around 9am, the phone rang. It was my good friend Jennifer.

Her: “Hey there… is Kelly going to school today?”

Me: “Ha – very funny.” (Assuming she is just trying to fool me as I knew Friday was the start date.

Her: “Kristen, I’m serious… school started this morning!”

Me: “No way – it starts on Friday!”

Her: “Kristen – I just dropped Ethan off. I’m not kidding… school started today!”

Me: Words came out of my mouth that I can’t write down, I hung up with Jennifer and burst into tears because I feel like I am LOSING MY MIND!

So, Kelly missed her first day of school. I had on the calendar that it was Friday, but apparently it was Wednesday. Kelly’s response to my crying was so sweet. “Mommy, if you keep crying about it it will just make you more sad. Stop crying… its no big deal!”

A friend of mine put it all in perspective. “Look at it this way, Kristen. You get one more day of summer and you will miss all the first day kids crying drama!” True, and we did have a wonderful summer day.

Kelly did start pre-Kindergarten today. She is such a strong girl. She was way excited about going and when she got there she gave me a big hug and kiss and sat right down where she was supposed to. She is so easy going and just does what she needs to.

I’m going to miss her while she is gone, but I think little sister is going to be completely lost. She’s walking around the house this morning like she doesn’t even know what to do with herself!