A Shout-Out to My Stink-Eye Friend

The night before we left for Connecticut was (until this point) the worst day of my parenting life. Thus, it resulted in an equally rough flight.

With faces like this…

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and this….

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one could surmise that our trip to Connecticut was smooth sailing flying.

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Hardly. My little munchkins morphed into Gremlins the second we stepped onto the airplane. And in an instant, we became that family.

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I’m thankful for a safe trip and for my 2 healthy boys (and their ability to cry…loudly.)

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I’m not thankful for the lady who gave me the stink-eye once we arrived to our final destination as if I had pinched my children the entire flight.

I apologize to the world for my children who cried 98.3% of the trip. The percentages are accurate. I counted every minute. From now until forever, I hereby vow to show grace and mercy to any parent on an airplane with a crying baby.

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And wherever you may be in this world, my little stink-eye friend…Go ye and do likewise!

An Accurate Assessment

My son’s very favorite activity is to go “dribing.”  Dribing consists of Pierson sitting/standing/ or jumping on the driver’s seat of a car (any car) while turning the steering wheel; honking the horn; and enabling every wiper, light, and radio button within reach.  If allowed, he would dribe for hours-he loves it!  During one recent dribing session, Pierson looked down at the console and noticed this picture which had arrived by mail from my grandmother the previous day.  This picture was probably 1992, seventh grade & TWENTY years ago–Man, do I feel old.  Pierson spotted the picture, ceased his dribing duties, grabbed the photo and stared.

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I suppose I don’t blame him.     He stared at the picture for a couple of seconds, a huge smile crossed his face.   Followed by a laugh and a verbal observation that that warmed my heart.  His statement was just three simple words, but probably something every mom aches to hear from her two year-old:  ”Mommy Look Funny.”

Yes, son.  I do believed you nailed the 90′s on the head and all my roller-skating, leggings wearin’, cat t-shirt sportin’, perm de frizz, eyebrows of death, and brace face glory.  Just you wait.  Your time’s a-coming.  And if you want, I’ll be happy to remind you of your kind words thirty years from now.

Mumday Monday

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Just to See You Smile

I never quite realized the craziness to which I’d stoop until I became a mom. If you’d have asked me 10 years ago if I would bend to the level of befriending Elmo, I’d have denied the desire to ever see the furry little red beast. Now, 10 years later, I would like to report that I was not only happy to recently see our furry red friend, but giddy. It’s true. My giddiness was caused by my anticipation of seeing Pierson’s face when Elmo appeared! Nothing brings me more joy than seeing wonder in Pierson’s eyes-it brings joy to this momma’s heart.

We received tickets to go see Elmo from a friend.

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Even the $10-a-POP bunch of BALLOONS during intermission to con poor parents into appeasing their whiny kids didn’t stop me from being giddy! Though I do confess to muttering something like “THAT’S JUST WRONG” when the salesmen appeared with the bunch of more than one hundred balloons.

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And it was worth every second, even if the evil Sesame Street people preying on Elmo-lovin’ kids with every knick-knack, paraphenaila, & doodad known to man–All because of this smile:

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in which my soul reciprocates.

Couch Time

We implemented something we call ‘Couch-Time’ with Pierson about 5 months ago.  We have him sit on the couch and independently read his books.

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It’s fabulous!  He really enjoys the time, and it gives us some time to catch up with house work, read, take pictures of him (ha!), etc.

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The length has increased to where he will actively look through his books for around 30 minutes.  Sometimes, even more.

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This one is my hands down favorite.  I think he was panting like the dogs in his book.

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Then I turned to snap pictures of #2.  This is the face he makes while producing his newly discovered, high-pitched squeal.

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And if you’re super observant; yes, my clock wall was out of sync.  Why is it that it takes far too long to accomplish the ‘to-do’ items that take less than one minute to complete?  What easy task are you avoiding from your to-do list? I’m happy to report the top 2 clocks now have batteries.  Happy Tuesday!

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