My heart sank.

My oldest has been learning about presidents at school. She announced after school today that her all time favorite president was…. “Donald Trump”.

My heart sank. She’d picked up some uber conservative rhetoric at school. She doesn’t understand we believe in humility. Servant leadership. I’ve failed as a parent. I asked her why, to try and gauge what research articles I needed to pull. Her reply. “His name. He has different words that make up his name. Donald. Don and old. Trunk. It’s both a part of an elephant, which I love, and also a box you put things in. So many different words.”

I love this kid. She doesn’t even know his real name. We’re safe from reality.

Mind over matter

My eldest switched to being a picky eater, preferring sugar to most other food groups, after an excellent start of eating everything under the sun. She closed her mind to the miracle of food variety around 2 years of age.

We always try to put one thing on her plate we KNOW she will eat so she doesn’t get hangry before bed. Tonight I thought, “enough is enough. I KNOW she will like the minced chicken if she just tries it.” So I declared, “treats for anyone who eats everything on their plate.” The littles licked their plates clean and were savoring a delicious chocolate bar as my first born was almost moved to tears at the mountain before her. I caved to let her have ONE BITE of chicken and dessert would be hers. ONE BITE.

She took a bite, tears started streaming down her face. She turned red as she swallowed. Then that little nugget BARFED all over the dinner table. Looked at me with sad eyes and said, “now can I have a treat since I ate a bit of everything?”

Oh. The humanity.

We all make choices

Tink is not having it this morning. The choices in life can sometimes be overwhelming, so take a deep breath and say a prayer. Everything is going to be alright little ones. That is as soon as you finish cleaning that blueberry you smashed into the carpet when you were overcome by choices…

#ijustcant #envirocloth #norwex

My cereal talks.

My oldest, almost 6 years old, just lost her mind because the “crack” in her Aldi’s rice cereal wasn’t loud enough.

We’re talking screams. The snap and pop were apparently sufficient. In an effort to derail this temper train, I asked her how maybe we could change this situation. She told me in a very loud voice , “maybe you can write them a letter. I don’t think they would take me seriously.” Not sure if She is aware of the absurdity of the request, or if its about the status of her age.

I’m off to write a product improvement request to Aldi at the behest of a 6 year old. My advice on “changing this situation” was to count to 10 and take a deep breath.

As a mom, as a human.

I don’t normally hit hot button political issues. However, as a mom I am struck today by our new normal. I’M NOT DOWN WITH THIS FUTURE. As a human, if gun violence in schools is the new normal- I’d like us all strive to be unique. Weird, if you will. I’d like us to feel free to be radical instead of right or left leaning. Free to help mothers mourn and not let their grief be in vain.

I cannot, will not, imagine what it is like to loose a loved one to violence. All I can say to those of you who found out today, in Parkland,you are loved by mommas everywhere. We are so selfishly thankful not to be you in this moment. So thankful, I will shed my hesitancy to speak up. I willdo my part to stand and request my elected official do their part to get some control of this issue. The type of control that money can’t buy, but the wailing voices of families everywhere call out for change. Let us be heard. I pray for ears to open to hear, and hearts to move away from pressure and leave the promise of money or withdrawal of funds from your campaign, to have courage to stand and do what is cried for day and night.

I was brought up in a very staunch 2nd amendment supporting household. I believe in the right to bear arms. I have a LIFETIME concealed weapons permit I find the lack of expiration to be ridiculous, what if I live to be 500? You dont want to earn another fee from me, or take my picture as I age beautifully? Let this sink in. We NEED gun safety, education, classes, and stricter licensing required. Also, consequences for those who can’t follow regulations. It’s called licensing. We do it for realtors to sell a house, accountants to do your taxes, for EVERYONE to drive a car. We must do the same to wield an object whose sole purpose is to wound, maim, and kill.

Guys, it doesn’t matter your political affiliation, it’s common sensical. However, feel free to call me weird, and do your normal thing of counting the bodies of children. I refuse to settle for this status quo. Get weird America.

Polar bears

Are becoming an issue in our house.

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

Or

“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.