Archive for May, 2008

Tuesday things that I love

May 13, 2008

1) Sleepy kids in jammies with their tummies hanging out who want to snuggle on the couch.
2) Hot coffee.
3) Fresh lilacs all over the house from the garden.
4) An iTunes mix of soundtracks on the stereo.
5) Lots of fun (really) work to look forward to.

What are your Tuesday things that you love?

Mother's day musings

May 12, 2008

Since we had THREE baseball games yesterday (oy!), I had a lot of time to think about Mother’s Day and how it has changed for me over the years.

Obviously, when you’re a little kid, the number one thing you can do for your mom on MD is to make her something special. And that’s what my three kiddos did. In fact, I was bawling my eyes out before 7:30 AM, which both concerned and thrilled them at the same time. The thing that did it for me was my 13 year old’s illustrated poem; we’ve had kind of a tough year with him so that meant so much to me.

Then, at the baseball game, this kid was on FIYAH. He hit two doubles, masterminded a double play, and ended up being one of the most valuable players of the tournament. In between the games, the team stood up one by one and did a verbal tribute to their moms. I swear to God, there wasn’t a dry eye on the field. These big ol’ strapping boys telling their moms how much they love ’em was just over the TOP for this girl. Then hugs and kisses all day from all three rugrats – man, it was awesome.

Then came time for the obligatory call to my mom. I love my mom. I really do. She’s just hard to talk to. And that’s okay. We chatted for a little while, I updated her on the kids, thanked her for the card she sent me. It was nice. Most of our phone calls revolve around her telling me how wonderful my brothers are and what they’re doing….she still hasn’t gotten over the fact that I got married and moved away and I’m NOT moving back. It’s hard for her, I know, and I try to be patient.

The whole Mom thing is weird. My relationship with my Mom? It is what it is. I know that she is very limited in her ability to have relationships with other folks, and so I need to take that into account, and just be thankful for what we have. And I really, really, am.

Mother’s day musings

May 12, 2008

Since we had THREE baseball games yesterday (oy!), I had a lot of time to think about Mother’s Day and how it has changed for me over the years.

Obviously, when you’re a little kid, the number one thing you can do for your mom on MD is to make her something special. And that’s what my three kiddos did. In fact, I was bawling my eyes out before 7:30 AM, which both concerned and thrilled them at the same time. The thing that did it for me was my 13 year old’s illustrated poem; we’ve had kind of a tough year with him so that meant so much to me.

Then, at the baseball game, this kid was on FIYAH. He hit two doubles, masterminded a double play, and ended up being one of the most valuable players of the tournament. In between the games, the team stood up one by one and did a verbal tribute to their moms. I swear to God, there wasn’t a dry eye on the field. These big ol’ strapping boys telling their moms how much they love ’em was just over the TOP for this girl. Then hugs and kisses all day from all three rugrats – man, it was awesome.

Then came time for the obligatory call to my mom. I love my mom. I really do. She’s just hard to talk to. And that’s okay. We chatted for a little while, I updated her on the kids, thanked her for the card she sent me. It was nice. Most of our phone calls revolve around her telling me how wonderful my brothers are and what they’re doing….she still hasn’t gotten over the fact that I got married and moved away and I’m NOT moving back. It’s hard for her, I know, and I try to be patient.

The whole Mom thing is weird. My relationship with my Mom? It is what it is. I know that she is very limited in her ability to have relationships with other folks, and so I need to take that into account, and just be thankful for what we have. And I really, really, am.

What I am getting for Mother's Day

May 10, 2008

This year, I decided to lay down the law as far as Mother’s Day is concerned, and here it is.

1) I don’t want anything that comes from a store; well, except for donuts or pastry of some type. THAT I will make an exception for.
2) Handmade gifts that come from the heart are what make this girl’s heart sing.
3) I’ll need a nap.

So! Because we have like a billion baseball games this weekend (tournament), and we get to go to a whopping THREE games on Sunday (first one starts at 7 AM), I am playing hooky from the game today, Saturday, and getting just a wee bit of work done, THEN I’m taking a Saturday afternoon nap on the couch with the kitties. Already there is quite a bit of secret preparation going on: the kids all have homemade craft projects hidden in their rooms, and I’m hoping that the spouse is going to spring something on me like a foot massage. Or brushing my hair – Good God. Seriously, if I was a millionaire, i would hire someone part-time to brush my hair for three hours a day. Is that weird? I don’t think so.

Anyway, Happy Mother’s Day to you, if you are a mother; and if you are not, then go give your Mom a handmade card….or a phonecall…..or make something you know she’ll love. Do it. You’ll feel like a million bucks.

What I am getting for Mother’s Day

May 10, 2008

This year, I decided to lay down the law as far as Mother’s Day is concerned, and here it is.

1) I don’t want anything that comes from a store; well, except for donuts or pastry of some type. THAT I will make an exception for.
2) Handmade gifts that come from the heart are what make this girl’s heart sing.
3) I’ll need a nap.

So! Because we have like a billion baseball games this weekend (tournament), and we get to go to a whopping THREE games on Sunday (first one starts at 7 AM), I am playing hooky from the game today, Saturday, and getting just a wee bit of work done, THEN I’m taking a Saturday afternoon nap on the couch with the kitties. Already there is quite a bit of secret preparation going on: the kids all have homemade craft projects hidden in their rooms, and I’m hoping that the spouse is going to spring something on me like a foot massage. Or brushing my hair – Good God. Seriously, if I was a millionaire, i would hire someone part-time to brush my hair for three hours a day. Is that weird? I don’t think so.

Anyway, Happy Mother’s Day to you, if you are a mother; and if you are not, then go give your Mom a handmade card….or a phonecall…..or make something you know she’ll love. Do it. You’ll feel like a million bucks.

Fun with your semi-perfectionist seventh grader

May 9, 2008

Me this morning: “Hey James?”

J: “Yeah?”

Me: “I had a look at your grades this morning.”

J: “oh yeah?”

Me: “Yeah. Did you know you’re getting an F in Math?”

(sounds of scrambling out of the bathroom, various bottles dropping, running down the hall)

J: “WHAT?!?!?!?!? I got an A on the test yesterday, I’ve turned in all my work, I don’t understand! Oh my God! Oh my GOD! What? What? OH MY GOD!”

Me: “Yeah, it’s an F all right…..(pause for dramatic effect)….it’s an F for FABULOUS! Ha ha! You’re getting a B-, dude! That’s awesome! Best ever!”

J: (falls over) “That’s so not cool, Mom.” (stomps back to bathroom)

Me: “Heh heh.”

And……scene!

Embarrassing confessions of a soccer mom

May 8, 2008

Okay. Here it is. Emma is in her third season of soccer this spring, and is doing quite well. She loves the game and is actually getting pretty dang good!

However, I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m turning into one of those crazy, rabid parents that we all vowed we would NEVER emulate. You know what I’m talking about: they yell at the kids to SET IT UP! SET IT UP! and they yell at the ref to GET OUT OF THE WAY! and YOU’RE KIDDING ME! and so on. Last night, I found myself doing this and more; and it was almost like I could see myself doing it yet was powerless to stop. And let’s be totally honest: I didn’t really want to stop. I mean, come on – how many times as a mom do you really get to scream at your kids with little or no guilt attached? Yeah. You’re feeling me now, aren’t you?

An IEP meeting complete with stars and fairydust

May 8, 2008

Today was the semi-annual IEP meeting for Henry and his teachers. IEP stands for Individualized Education Plan, but should really stand for Incredibly Excrutiatingly Long Planning Meeting. So I guess it would be….IELPM? Hmmm.

Anyway, this meeting was actually quite enjoyable, which for those of you out there with kids and an IEP you know how odd that statement sounds. But I’m serious – it was kinda fun. Henry is on track with his plan, and is actually testing right on par for most things, which both thrilled and surprised me. He is just trucking right along, the sweet little stinkhead.

One of the things we looked at was fourth grade. He’s going to pretty much have the same level of support he has now, but he will be allowed to – get this – have an mp3 player for testing. Here’s the deal: I shared with his teacher a couple weeks ago that he concentrates much better with music. So! Now I get to make a mixtape for my ten year old. I’m thinking some Sabbath, a wee bit of NIN, maybe some Ozzy? Oh, I kid, I kid. He’s a John Denver kind of guy.

Bottom line, the meeting went good, Henry is good, and all is well in the world. I even did a little celebratory jig, which was kind of awkward and embarrassing since I realized two seconds after I did such jig that my fly? It was wiiiiide open. Yeah. Way to poke a hole in that bubble of happiness, universe!