Where does the time go?

So... I think I lost a month. Where did the time go? I could have sworn it was just February. But now it's April and I feel like the month of March happened and I wasnt warned.

Ok let see if I can remember what happened in March... Now this is only the second day of April so you'd think I'd be able to remember right? Riiiight.... This will probably be a series of back tracking posts or I may just cram it all in one. We'll see...

March is the birth month of my first daughter. She turned 14 and I could swear she was just a little baby yesterday. I mean seriously how did that happen? She's grown into a beautiful, funny, smart, and interesting young woman. Ugh! Young woman... She's my Baby Girl and always will be. But I must deal with the fact that she's growing right before my eyes. Almost taller than me, a fact she likes to rub in...

I wish I had had some of her personality when I was her age. It's an awkward stage in her life and she's going through puberty, divorce and the years of self-doubt. She seems so self assured at times and so happy but I also see the little girl confused as to her place in this crazy world and where she fits in exactly. I hurt for her and wish she would open up to me. I always tell her my door is always open and that she can come to me and talk about anything she wants but she keeps quiet. Someday soon I hope she will. She starts High School next year and it's going to be a scary time for her and hope she will see she can come to me.

So that's not the only thing that happened but all I'm gonna say for now. Feeling a bit blah now because I miss my little big girl...



A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart.  ~Author Unknown

Conversations w/ My Son

I was in the kitchen cooking some okai. It's a Japanese rice mush thing that I love to eat when I'm not feeling well. Was sick with the flu and finally wanted something to eat.

Anywho... I was at the stove and my son comes into the kitchen and he says, Hi Mommy.

I say, Hey My Boy, what's up?

He looks at me for a bit and then says, Nothing, but watch me.

I say, OK. He then starts to run around in circles and all crazy and I ask, What are you doing?

He doesn't stop but keeps running in circles and says, I'm chasing my butt. Can't you see me?

I laughed and said, You aren't a dog, so you don't have a tail.

He says, I know I'm not a dog I'm not chasing my tail. I'm chasing my but like a guinea pig.

OK. I said, Sure why not... I just love his imagination....

That was all in the space of 10 minutes but some of the funniest and most rewarding moments and the shortest and silliest moments.

A Conversation With My Kids.... Pt 1

I'm going to start a series of posts about my random conversations with my kids. I love when I can spend a few moments in a day and have a chat with any of them. And with three kids sometimes it's hard to have a one on one convo without someone interrupting at some point. I try to be able to have a moment with each of them but it depends on their moods and when they feel like talking that makes it's difficult sometimes. But I do what I can and as a single mom it's gonna have to be enough for now. I want them to look back and remember the times we spent talking and me listening to them. These are moments I cherish most when they aren't with me and I'm alone missing them.

Conversations With My Boy...
This little guy is always busy and when he not running around pretending to shoot someone he's a cuddlebug and will talk till the sun goes down. One day I was making dinner and he always likes to be around and if there is something he can help with I let him.

I was getting the apple sauce out for something and he asks me, 'Mommy, do you know the ingredients to make applesauce?'

I said to him, 'No, I don't. But I'd like to try to make it.'

He says,'Its easy.'

I was intrigued because I was wondering what was going on in his head at that point. And he said the word "ingredients". I said,'Really? It's easy?'

He says,'Yes. First you get the apples and you get the sauce, put it together in a pan. And then you have applesauce. See?'

I tried hard not to laugh but I had the biggest smile on my face. Wondering where he gets this stuff from... I said,'That sounds good.'

These are the moments I love and cherish the most. He's my heart and I just love that boy to death. :)

informally formal

yes, it's been a while and i'm going to dispense with the punctuation and fun things like that.  i'd like to make this seem like a conversation instead of some english class that i'm trying to get good grades in. 

just wondering what happened to the days when kids would address adults and authority figures by mr. so-and-so or mrs. so-and-so. or when the lack of respect or fear in adults started to happen. not that i'm so young or that old, but i still have a tendency to want to address adults by mr. or mrs. or ms. instead of remembering that i can actually use first names.  for instance at my daughters school i have recently started working there as a PE teacher and I still want to say mr or ms so-and-so to some that were my oldest daughters teachers.  or even new people i meet and they are a bit older than me, i still want to be formal.

my oldest daughter and her generation have a more 'relaxed' way of addressing each other and sometimes they are that familiar with the parents that it's not mr or mrs so-and-so. although not too familiar that some are addressed formally. thankfully teachers hold the honor of being in that category still. even i have fallen into the trap of being addressed by my first name only instead of ms or formally mrs...  when i teach PE i'm not mrs or ms i'm coach.  now the same goes for my younger children, they are on a first name basis with some adults but that's because we as the adults allow it. it's rare to hear me being addressed as anything other than my first name.

are we that relaxed of a society now or are we forgetting our manners? the times of ma'am and sir seem to be lost.  the formality of children being respectful and formal with adults have started to disappear and we're becoming too familiar with children.  is it better or worse? could it be that parents are younger these days and have dispensed with the 'old' ways of their childhood? is it the reason why kids are being raised by tv or by their peers because parents are not interested in preserving the 'old' ways? time will tell when this generation becomes adults and have children of their own. but for now we'll keep in informally formal.

Morning Ritual...

*hanging head in shame* I've been a bad blogger. I'd put myself in timeout but I know I'd enjoy the peace and quiet too much. :) So many things I've been wanting to blog about that my brain actually had some #failwhale action. (Shout out to my obsession, Twitter or just Social Media in general)

But for today I will wax poetic about my 3 beautiful children. They are the funniest little creatures I know. And the are the best and worst of me and their father. (I hesitated and almost said donor... Bad mommy.) The stubbornness, thoughtfulness, sarcasm (yes even from the 4 yr old. Oy!) wittiness, silliness and just loveliness that makes them who they are tickle me to no end.

As much as I enjoy them, they also frustrate me to no end!! Let's talk about our mornings before school. My middle girl, my MiniMe, is sooooooooo sllllooooooowwwwwww. With pretty much everything she does. Love that girl to death but seriously!!??! That is why she gets up first so she can eat breakfast and get ready for school. It could literally take her 20 minutes to drink a small glass of milk. No joke. So she has a timed breakfast and can't still be eating past 7:20 or what ever she doesn't eat will either be taken as lunch/snack for school or tossed. And it's simple food like toast with peanut butter, waffles, cereal w/o milk, (ugh, I know right?) some fruit or a combination of some of them. She gets her own breakfast unless she wants eggs or something she can't reach. And yet it takes her over 40 minutes to eat. Then it's the trial of brushing teeth, washing face, bushings hair, putting on lotion, making lunch and finally putting shoes on. Trust me, it's enough to make a Nun want to contemplate promiscuity. Wow, did I just say that? But it's true.

I didn't mention she has to be clothed before coming out of her room either. That's fun because she forgets to lay her clothes out the night before and then we have issues about her needing to change if what she's wearing is just too much for my eyes that early in the morning.

We live about 7 minutes away from the school she goes to so leaving at 8:00 isn't unreasonable. You'd think right? Wrong-o! I have to literally herd her and the 4 yr old out the door while hoping my oldest daughter got ready and will leave on time also. (Thankfully her school is down the street and around the corner)

I just realized this was to be about my children not just one child. Oh well I have the attention span of a gnat when I get on a roll. So next time it may be about another one of my lovely children.

Where was I? Oh yeah, our morning time ritual of sending me closer to the Shady Pines Sanitarium. I help her make her lunch but mostly it's on her. All of the lunch stuff is there she just needs to choose. Maybe that is the issue, too many choices. Doubtful but a thought. So now the choice is whether or not to eat a peanut butter sandwich(no jelly for her), cheese sandwich or a meat and cheese sandwich. (plain btw, bc she doesn't like mayo or mustard, the horror!) or a tortilla wrap... I didn't have these many options when I as her age!! Lunch made and ready to go and now we hope her 4 yr old brother finished eating also, brushed teeth and got dressed. Oh and me too. If I brush my hair it'd be a miracle if I remembered. Everyone ready? All set to go? Ok good.

This morning time ritual is a total of 65-80 minutes every morning just to get ready for school. Some days are better than others and some just make me want to run away with the gypsies. But I wouldn't feel right if it wasn't like this...