Polar bears

Are becoming an issue in our house.

“I can’t stay asleep in case a polar bear gets in the house.”


“Polar bears have no natural enemies, except us. Lily, if you see a polar bear it’s gonna eat you” (screams from Lily)

Working to end the string of polar bear hullabaloo with: “listen. A polar bear will not get in our house. You will most likely never see a polar bear in the wild because the polar ice caps are melting & they’re starving to death.”

Outrage-“why would you let the polar bears starve?”

I just can’t.

I’m down

With flu, and it is like Lord of the flies out there. I’ve watched my MC walk back and forth in varying degrees of undress, carrying random pieces of furniture. I think she’s building something magnificent, & most likely dangerous.

I just heard a shelf empty it’s contents in the pantry. No screams, so I think we’re okay. Unless they got into the sharpies I hid in there after our last episode. I can’t get up anyways, so I suppose all is fair game. Luckily, the baby is safe in here with me. She’s occupying herself by crushing a roll of Ritz crackers at the foot of the bed. Daddy? He’s only been gone like ten minutes, & should be back in 5 more. I hope we all survive. Life happens fast around here.

Teaching Fail

I thought I’d do some baby enrichment today and go over body parts. Everytime I’d do say one, “mira, say fingers! Fingers, Fingers, Fingers.” She’d look at me and say, ” NOSE” and point to her nose. Every time. Then midsentence she walked away from me at a run to go blow raspberries on the rocking chair, because Mira never suffers a fool. NEVER.

The little competitor in me…

wanted to start Words With Friends again. Okay, not little, I’m a GIANT competitor.  I thought, instead of mindless entertainment when I need to unwind while the kids scream at me through the door of the bathroom, why not stretch your mind?  Did you know the regular Words With Friends no longer exists as an app outside facebook?? Maybe it never did, it’s been that long that I previously did not have apps on my phone  It’s now an ad-filled app that shoots up an app every time you make a move, which doesn’t bother me as much as trying to figure out where the x is to close them out.

So I started playing the quick matches against the computer so I didn’t have to wait to feel like a winner again.  However, a computer is really different than playing with a group of friends before a night on the town when your mind is young and flexible.  Unencumbered by the weight of the daily grind.  I couldn’t think of words.  Me. I couldn’t think of the word IRON.  So, I cheated.  Just to get a start.  A study before I went up against real people.  The computer has a dictionary at it’s disposal right?

Now that I’m playing against real people, I’m still struggling to win.  It’s a lesson in humility, and a reminder that learning has to be forever.  I’m uber competitive, so the winner in me is suffering a bit, but that’s okay.   You don’t get breaks from the need to know more.  Something I hope I can pass on to my kids in this busy world of multi-tasking and surface information.  There is no substitution for the work you have to put in to have a well-rounded education and world view.

My heart sinks…

when I go into the kids’ room after naptime, and it smells like farts.  Then my stomach drops, because it’s not just the diaper I have to deal with- but the naked child who has chucked a diaper full of poop somewhere.  Also, who knows how long they have been rolling around in there and the damage that has been done.  Today is no exception, only the rule.

What I want most…

After a long day of #momsohard and #workingmom -ing, is to go out in the freezing cold and cut down a tree for my mom. Sidenote:in an hour I have rehearsal for a Christmas program I’m in the next four days. So, yeah, grumps trumps over here.

I have arrived a few minutes early with my ungrateful thoughts, ready to wallow in a diatribe about how I have to do so much. Ready to spend the next few minutes waiting in an inner dialogue b#@*$ session. I look up and see this:

Just a small reminder of how truly filled with joy I could be, if only I choose. Because, I am truly blessed. So for the next 30 minutes, while my mother stays true to her nature and vascillates between one tree and the next, I choose joy. I giggle because they’ve sent 2 men instead of just one to help us. They trail behind as she hops from one row to the next chirping out gems like, “which variety holds its needles best?” And “someone told me there is one that smells like citrus, which one is that? I think that would be fun!”. The gentleman in carharts patiently replies, “I’ll be honest ma’am, I just started Monday-but I can run back lickety split and find out for you.” I laugh. She’s so happy in this moment to be with me, and have her choice of trees, it makes me smile.

My heart is full at this moment as I watch, because I have a lifetime of moments with Linda that make me chuckle, and make me question my sanity.

When you are having

momspiration, and you think of something you’d have loved as a child. You can make it happen. All of the items below were pre-loved and free, except the mirror and batgirl costume. Mirror was a $5 garage sale find, batgirl was this year’s mom made Halloween costume. It’s been a dress up favorite. I started with this:

The Dream

You show the kids, and they jump for joy. The carefully curated super hero, princess, frontier lady, and sizes for 3 girls. All thoughtfully arranged for ultimate organization and playability.

Ten minutes later I returned because they had invaded the living room with legos, dressed in 6 different outfits (2 a piece, because layering is king in our household). Here is what I found in the bedroom, I have entitled this “The Reality” enjoy.

Sidenote, where did they even find the trick or treat bucket?

Remember, your kids dreams are not usually your own.

How do you make it stop?

Your angelic,newly minted 3 year old is coming into their independence. They also have the time, willpower, and tenacity to out wait you. Outscream your sanity. Get up in the middle of the night until you cry with no need for sleep, I mean they still NAP. They can outkick you, out bite you. Basically, they will win if you don’t know how to play their game.  Remember doughnuts from yesterday? Well, we arrived for MC’S 3yr checkup and I asked the doctor how to stop the tantrums and fits.  She mentioned the book 1-2-3 magic. Checking it out to see if this thing really is magic….I’ll keep you posted.

Our pediatrician was right with FB sleep training (i.e. we are suckers, so stop getting up at the same Time every night!), so fingers crossed!

Our day begins…

With doughnuts when we go to the doctor. Let me share that first, we get our FB off to school, head to the glass store to pick up glass, stop in at Menards to get my company’s repair guy started for the day, THEN we finally get on the road. Needless to say patience has worn thin in the back seat as Lily screams to me, “When are we getting doughnuts? Doughnuts, doughnuts, doughnuts!”

“Our next stop, on our way now.”

“Where? Where? I want doughnuts”

“At the bakery, we are getting doughnuts now”

Push repeat until we arrive, where everyone turns to smiles and they begin to bang on the glass case screaming and pointing, “this one, no this one!” I just smile and order. Thanking my lucky stars there is more than one bakery on this long stretch to the doctor’s office. Because the first one we passed was CLOSED…and you know someone would have eaten the other if the kids could read yet.