Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Clever Boy

Brock recently discovered the joy of privacy which translates into locked doors. I'm actually not sure if he likes privacy or just hearing the popping sound our old-school door knobs makes when he pushes the lock. Either way, I have to race to the bathroom when he says he needs to go . . . not to help him but to make sure he doesn't lock me out so I can help if needs be.

Last week, he took it one step further - locking the doors and then shutting them behind him. His door(s) of choice? ALL THE BATHROOMS IN THE HOUSE. Nice one, kid. And because the knobs are all old school, the only way to open them is with a screwdriver placed just so. Unfortunately, only Rob knows how to do this. Needless to say, we practiced "holding it" last week.

The pink pants are due to him not being able to hold it while we were at a girl friend's house. He thought it was all quite funny!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Kids Say the Funniest Things

We went to Big Bear for MLK Day. Brock was all bundled in fur from his head to his foot. I put on his rather pointy hat and he looked at me quizzically and said, "Mom, where's my white beard." Nice one, Brock.

I love the look of sheer joy on a child enjoying something for the first time.

This is mostly to prove that Drew and Mom were, in fact, at Big Bear with Brock. Drew's complete with his parrot hat from his Halloween costume. Lest you think fashion comes before form -- not in our house, especially when it's not the 70 degree weather we've been having in Esco!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Take 2

My mom is a funny woman. I've always had a hard time separating her funny from her fact. I've recently learned that one classic saying was indeed a fact and not a funny. It was this - "my 10 child bearing years were the darkest 10 years of my life." I thought she was funny. I now know it was a fact.

The mom I remember from my growing up days was talented, energetic, involved, funny, and very capable. I don't remember the lady who prepared lunches for the older kids and organized play dates for the younger kids while going on four hours of sleep because she was nursing a newborn all night. I wish I knew that mom.

This is why I started a blog. When I tell my (at the rate I'm going) daughter-in-laws that my child bearing years were the darkest 10 years of my life I want my children to have a record that tells them that while it is a fact that this is hard it is also a fact that we had joy in the journey.

I found from doing my first 9 posts that I was writing for the audience. Unfortunately, this isn't for you. This is for my kids. I've given up thoughts about this blog being clever and funny. This blog is for my kids. And it might go private so I can take all the pressure of myself. Not decided yet. For now it'll be a window for my children to learn about this mom that will be long gone when they start forming opinions about me. She'll be long gone because she'll be able to sleep in past 6am and get groceries before 10pm at night. That alone will make me a much different person!