Another tooth, gone...

B was determined that one of his top teeth was ready to come out. I wasn't too sure. It is out, still not sure it should have come out. A friend told me that I wouldn't pull too hard. If it was ready to come out, it would come out. Well, it did. A lot and I mean a lot of blood later, he is finally in bed. Not asleep but in bed - at 8:45 he went to bed. 45 minutes late. Oh well.

He is talking funny and said he can't keep his tongue from going through the big gaping hole in the front of his mouth now. Funny boy. He looks funny, I guess all kids with holes in their mouths look funny though.

Yes, I should have taken a photo, but I didn't. Maybe in the morning.

And, so, we move on...

I am determined to have a better week this week. Friday was a culmination day for the week I had. Frustration at work was to a point that I am going to try very hard to forget and move past. At the end of the day, I did find a lot of humor in the frustration. So, we will move past that.

I made my lunch last night, made B's lunch last night, set the coffee pot on program to start at 6:00 am on its own, and thought we would start our week off on the right foot. That was all well and good, but if you sleep until 6:36 am on Monday morning, it isn't so good. I am not sure what my problem (and Mark's) is. At one time, I was actually getting up at 5:00 am, going to the gym and having a wonderful day. WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP!!???!!! Not really sure. I need to set my clock & put it in the kitchen. Then I will get up and walk in there to get it. Maybe then I would hear it and stay awake. Not sure, but I have to make up my mind that I will get up on time. Geeze.... All of that being said, we all made it to work and school. And although I am dressed rather casual again today, it isn't any more casual than a normal work day. I like my cool weather clothes much better than my warm weather clothes. So, I am anxiously awaiting much cooler weather. Maybe I won't be quite so casual at work.

Here's to a good week to our household and to all of my blog readers. I hope you all have a wonderful week!!!

The Raveling Seams...

This is my status on FB right now. K if you come here, you will find more detail, probably too much detail.

Today was a morning that started late. 6:32am I jump up, realizing the sun is up - it is no longer dark outside. Realization! We are running late. There are four of us that must get dressed for work/school/daycare in 28 minutes. Three of the four can manage pretty well by themselves -
on most days. On a day like today even the adults, me, can't get it all together. So, I throw on a pair of jeans, orange long sleeve top and black flops. I love flip flops and DO actually wear them in the winter - as long as I can. Lucky for me I am in the south. Anyway....b'fast is made (grits for the kids), clothes have been picked out, although E is crying. Why is she crying one might wonder. Well it is now FALL as was determined yesterday by the changing of tree color. So, in the FALL (she is saying fall very loudly with conviction each time she says it) time of year one wears long pants, and a jacket or sweater. OK, those of you who live in Alabama know that it isn't necessary to wear long pants and a jacket/sweater in September - even October for the most part. To get out the door, we let her wear long pants and a jacket.

Move on to 9:00. I have another appointment at the AU Medical Clinic (my new choice of med offices) to see our friend Ginny, who is a Physician's Assistant or aka my new medical professional. Anyway, I had a return visit there b/c I am continuing to have migraines and sinus pressure. I left the medical clinic and head home. I needed to get something out for dinner and well, change clothes. I was terribly casual. Even though this is somewhat accepted in our department, I was VERY casual. So, to feel a little better about myself/the day - I ran home. A crock pot of chili later and a change of shirt/shoes- I felt better. I have to say that I am sometimes amazed at one can accomplish running through their home when kids aren't there. I can get so much done. However, there was STILL a lot of work to be done at home, AND I needed to get back to work.

When I left home this morning, there were things all OVER the house. Dishes in the sink; clothing piling up in the corner of our room where all dirty clothes go in our house; clothes in both the washer and the dryer; no lunch packed for me (very common, I could do this the night before and never do); no breakfast (also very common for me); no exercise - what is that???; toys at the bottom of the stairs; hair things spread all over our room from E; ironing board/iron out; on and on and on. I get in the van...
the gas light comes on. Which isn't a big deal, but just another thing.

On days like today, I feel that I can't get things under control. I can't run a household, take care of kids, be a wife and be me at the same time some weeks. So, today I have felt like the threads holding the seams together are raveling. All too quickly. I like for there to be order in life/day to day living. I like for there to be calmness (my BP was 110/80 by the way - much lower than it has been since having E, 3 years ago - I know, I digress...) Today was a day that I could have and probably should have taken an mental health day off from work. I didn't and it is all ok. I came home with the kids this afternoon and got a lot done. As of this evening, 3 baskets of clean clothes have been put away upstairs in their rooms, our bed is made and has clean sheets on them.

SO, in the grand scheme of things and life in general, life is good. I am blessed and have so many things to be thankful for. But I can get so bogged down and weary (yes, Mrs. B weary- I can hear you say it) at times. When I get to the point that I could stay at home, not answer the phone, not check e-mail and just stay right here - that is when I know I need to slow down. Pull myself together and pay attention to the things that matter.

Starting QB

not sure what these two are doing here... lining up...playing on the line and not QB...he is in the middle of the photo looking ahead...

Yes, as if our B needed his head to be any larger than it already is?! His coach called to see if he would be at the first flag football game because B woud be starting quarterback.

I pass this information along to B in the van. His head immediately begins to swell. "QB, QB, shake your boot-ie!" I have no idea where he heard this! But wherever the origin, he continued to sing this to me in the car. Finally, I demanded that he stop saying it.

We had a conversation about humility and the talent of the other players on his team. Geeze...how do you get them to understand?

They had a great game against the Broncos - who actually won in the last 5 seconds of the game. The boys had a great time though. 5 more games to go!

MOMMY MOMMY!!!

What E? What is it?, I ask her. This is happening as we are all leaving home for work and school this morning. Her excitement, screams and pitter patter of her feet running back into the house was all due to a tree.

"The leaves have changed the color. It is red and orange now!!! Mommy, come look!! Doesn't that mean it is fall??!!!" It was so sweet. It was wonderful to see & hear her excitement over the leaves changing color. I will take a photo of this tree. It is across the street from our driveway. For the last two years that we have lived in this house, I have noticed this tree each day as I back out of the drive. I know the seasons are changing, if not by the weather, then by this tree. And today, E noticed it too!

Prayer, Church "work", & Cream Horns

So, I am lax in blogging again. It has been brought to my attention that I need another post. I can't imagine why anyone would not want to continually see the same photographs of my children over and over and over again as they pass by my blog. Just kidding, of course. It seems as though I have so many thoughts going through my head most days and would like to stop and "write" them down, and never make it to this point.

One thing I have thought a lot, maybe extensively, about is prayer. For those of you who have ever been in a Sunday School class with me have heard me say that I am not all together sure about prayer. Whoa! Now that I have scared some of my readers off, they won't hear the rest of the story. It isn't that I don't believe in prayer, I think my lack of faith stems from not wanting to expect the unexpected. Rather not allowing what can happen to happen, maybe? As I ramble on, maybe this will make some sense. So, in thinking on prayer, I have begun to note things that I should pray about - daily - not just when it is time to pray out of fear, desperation, or crisis. But to pray without ceasing. That is huge for me - to think, much less type it out. One specifically that I should pray for are family - so many stories there. Others I won't name here. But, I do feel that prayer is real, important, necessary... I just need to get to the place that when I pray I truly feel that there is an answer to that prayer and I have to seek Him to know that answer. Right? Or am I wrong. Not to expect the answer that I want, but an answer. Right? That takes me to prayer in my life that hasn't had the end result that I would have wanted or even prayed for. Of course, I think of the death of my mother. At what point does any person get to where they are completely ok with asking God to take their mother? You do and I did. It was real to pray for her healing, knowing that would come in the form of death for her. But at the same time the pain that remains knowing this was the answer - and thankful for it - is unbearable. Then you find yourself on "this side" of the prayer and wonder how you made it this far with that being the answer. There are so many things that I should pray about. I think I may start a list and see where I get. What is my problem? I don't think this is hard and is very easy...my mind just has a hard time wrapping around this prayer "thing". If anyone is still reading, I have probably lost you at this point. Seriously, I need to get back to the place that prayer is a very real part of my life.

Getting tired yet?
On to church work. Mark and I are involved in several committees at our church. Enough said...

On to Cream Horns. These are like a drug to me, like raw cookie dough in college. After church meetings, bad days at work, with the kids, anytime. So, I have a partner in crime with these little celophane wrapped styrofoam tray treats. Mmmm....they are so awful for one to consume - like a drug. They can not be good for anyone to put in their body. However, let me say, they are the best, most fantastic treat at the end of "one of those days". Here's to you my cream horn friend - may you enjoy the wonderful taste of the bland pastry around the luscious cream inside!

So many more thoughts, I could post about today...but...I have to leave now to go pick up B from school just for him to tell me that he really wishes I worked all day again so that he could go to after-school. Joy Joy.

Posing for a photo before we leave for ballet/tumbling:
Just a smile....
Listening to her teacher...
Listening to the coach...
Running his first drill at flag football tryouts...

Can't Think of A Good Title....

It has been too long since my last post. I have just been busy and haven't taken the time to blog about our latest comings and goings.

Today has been a little busy. We came home and had math homework, handwriting homework and then reading. We did our reading early today - it's normally before bedtime. E began beginner ballet and tumbling with the Rec Department today at 4:45. B had flag football tryouts at 6:30 - with Chappy's dinner in between. I took photos as both events, of course. But by now, you all know that story - it is on a roll of film and not on my digital camera. I have three rolls to develop - maybe at the one hour tomorrow. She was really cute (I am not biased) and so excited about going. B is pretty excited too. At his "tryout" they ran drills and each coach had a clip board, making notes of the kids for their teams. Interesting to me for flag football. I was reminded, however, by a coach that I do live in Auburn. Need I say more? Especially as the SEC football season has started.

So, now the kids are in bed, and I ran to get our mail. Yes, in the dark b/c I love to see what is in the mail each day - unless it is a bill. There were 2 magazines and a Gooseberry Patch catalog. Well, one of the small things in life that makes me very happy is....a magazine. I have a weakness for magazines. I just love reading them. I now have a Kraft food & family magazine as well as the October issue of Wonder time. Guess what is on the front of the Wonder time? A pumpkin and "happy halloween". You all know how much I love a holiday, any time to celebrate and a party to say the very least! Fall has always been a favorite time to me and halloween is fun time...so...Needless to say, I am quite excited to read this and see what new ideas are in there for halloween this year.

As I type this, and put off reading these magazines, I am listening to Rudy Guilliani speak at the RNC. I am not impressed. He seems to be rambling to me. I am anxiously awaiting Sarah Palin. I know NOTHING about her and hope to learn something of her and what her views are.

Yes, I am once again rambling. I find that I do that a lot in my blogs...My thoughts are usually all over the place, so my blog entries usually speak to that.

What can you buy for $1.50?

Well, several of you have already heard the story of my new purse...yes, new, not used. Well, I have needed a new bag for quite some time. If you haven't already figured it out, I don't spend a lot of money - on me that is. I had rather spend it on the kids, I guess. Anyway, I went to K-mart - yes K-Mart is still open in Auburn, across the street from Sears - I digress. I went to purchase ziploc freezer bags. On my way to that section of the store, I passed the handbag area. I thought, what the heck, look and see what is here. They were 40% off, so why not. As I perused the shelves, I didn't see anything that jumped out at me. I had an idea in mind, but didn't see anything like it. So, as I left that area of the store, I saw this purse - marked $19.99. I thought it was cute so I wanted to see if it was on the 40% sale. I found one of those price looker upper things on the poles around the store. The screen said - "see customer service for price". I got the ziploc bags (Holly suggested that I use a ziploc for my wallet at one point!) and headed to the register. It wouldn't ring up there either, so they went to the customer service desk to look up something. Turns out the purse was on sale - I would say CLEARANCE - for $1.50. I originally thought it cost $2.50 on the register screen. I realized later when looking at the receipt that it actually cost me $1.50. The freezer bags were $2.50! I still do not have a lens for my camera so I can't take a photo of it. When I take a photo, this post will be more exciting to say the least when you, my readers, can see what $1.50 can buy! If I continue to find bargains like this, maybe I will save enough pennies to buy the camera lens!

Mornings...

I know that they are only 6 & 3, but really...

Each Day the following must happen:
-Clothes on
-Socks & shoes on
-teeth brushed
-hair preferably brushed, but not a necessity if you want to look like a bed head all day
-breakfast in our stomachs

This all needs to happen before we walk out the door for school. That is only 5 things, 4 if you don't brush your hair. I hate morning fights about things that are given and must be done. Do I have really high expectations of my children?

I guess I could let them go to school with stinky dog breath with overnight plaque feverishly growing and multiplying on their teeth; the don't have to match their clothes - if their friends make fun of them enough times, maybe they will think it is important to match; and if they don't eat maybe thier hunger pains would eventually lead them to want to eat b'fast.

Parenting

I feel so terribly challenged right now with parenting. B is so much like me, it isn't even funny. While talking with a friend last night, she reminded me that he has to experience and learn for himself. I would love to show him/teach him the things that I did that I don't want him to repeat, but he will have to learn this on his own. He is so headstrong, knows everything (of course, only thinks that he does), extremely independent....

No matter what I say to him, his reply is snappy and questioning. Why in the world would I, his mother, stop him and ask him anything...how was your day?, what do you want for lunch? No matter what it is, it is a smart remark or crinkled forehead reply. Did I mentioned he is extremely independent.

At times, I think I have really high expectations for my children - enter my dad. Growing up, we really couldn't be kids a lot of the time. No screaming, yelling - not even outside. If there was loud laughter outside that he could hear inside, we were in trouble. His view of kids was to see them but not hear them - most of the time. I don't really think I am that hard on B & E, however, I do expect them to control themselves and know when to explode with fun and emotion and when to reel it in and calm down. It doesn't help that memories of my childhood creep up when I criticize my own parenting. This just adds fuel to my fire burning up the small amount of confidence that I do have in being a parent.

These two little people are our responsibility and that just overwhelms me at times. I can't imagine them not "turning out 'right'" - whatever that is, not having friends because they (B) are overbearing and bossy, hating me for making the follow rules - b/c we know we have rules and a "boss" for the rest of our lives...

I am rambling. But, this is my only way to throw words on a computer screen to paint the picture of what I feel right now. Mark asked me this morning what color my world was, black I replied. I have no idea what color it is, but frustrated is a word to describe it. I wonder what color best represents frustration?

Quiet Weekend

We decided to have a low-key weekend. B had a rough week last week. Not so much at school, but when we got home. I think he was exhausted from his first week of school, so many emotions rolled up into one week. By Friday evening, he was crying about everything. So, it affirmed our change in plans to have a low-key weekend.

Saturday was rather un-eventful. B did go to a b'day party of a friend. After that, it was back home for more resting. I grilled some chicken on Saturday evening. It was the most peaceful time I have had in such a long while. I took my Parenting and Southern Living magazines out with me. I sat in a chair, reading the magazines while the chicken was cooking - it took a long time to cook. While sitting there, I noticed just how quiet it was in our neighborhood. Very quiet. Then I heard it....boom, boom, boom (that doesn't really describe it). Anyway, it was the AU marching band practicing on campus. I could hear the announcer and all...so, I started to think, fall is really just around the corner. I began to doze off in the chair and noticed I had chill bumps. Yes, you read that right, on a Saturday afternoon in August, I had chill bumps on me. The breeze blowing across our patio was actually cool. Again, I thought, fall is just around the corner. I watched leaves fall, acrobatic squirrels run along and down our fence. It was such a nice, peaceful time sitting there by myself. After dinner, there were more Olympics to be watched.

Sunday was as uneventful as the first part of the weekend. I even took a nap Sunday afternoon - a rare thing for me. I actually hate naps, and Mark will attest to the fact that I hate when others take naps too. I usually feel there are many other things to be done, rather than a nap. B had a friend over to play - not quite as uneventful as originally planned, but it went very well.

All in all, this was a very nice weekend. I am learning to not say yes to every invitation and to not plan every minute of our time with something to do. Now, just to figure out how Mark and I can do something fun sans kiddos. We haven't been out or done anything in a while now.

The Difference One Year Makes

Last year on the first day of Kindergarten:

The Tree has also grown...

Today, the first day of First Grade:

Nervous? Never!

I just knew that B would change his mind this morning and want me to walk him in. Maybe it was more wishful thinking on my part - if he needed me to walk him in, then he was a little nervous and still needed me to help, right? WRONG! This kid walks confidently into the new school building. As we were waiting in the drop off line, I asked him if he still wanted to get out and go alone, he of course, said YES! "Mom, this is great! I am at a big kid school. If I can't find it, I will ask everyone until they know where I need to go!" No fear of this. Surely there is a little apprehension somewhere, I am thinking in my mind, surely. As we approach the circle drive he says, "the only thing I am worried about is that I will have a big kid come up to me and give me a wedgie"!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good grief!!! So, this is the kind of thing he is worried about! I assured him that there is a no-bullying policy at the school (while stifling laughter) and that if that happens, it won't be on the first day.

I drive away knowing that he will be just fine in the first grade. Now if his teacher can just wrangle him in and make him focus on school and not on the things that he thinks on these days: making body noises with the palm of his hand and his armpit, wedgies, burping loudly (without saying excuse me or trying to be the least bit discreet about it), pretending to be every super hero ever created, imagining that he is really a character from Star Wars and other very "BOY" like things. I am not adjusting very well to boy things here of late. It is all obnoxious behavior to me. And, to top it off, he is teaching his sister these things. She wants to do all that he does and so she is following in his footsteps. Luckily, she still likes hair bows, head bands, princesses, and dress up clothes. Thank goodness.

I took her to a new class today at her daycare. She is now in the 3 year old class. She is a bit confused (I remember B was too at this age) that she is just now going into the 3 year old class when she has been 3 since February. I explained that you go into the classroom that matches your age in August. She exclaims to Mark, "Daddy, I am an August!" I have no idea what that meant, but it was ok with her that she was 3 in August, going into the 3 year old room, and would be 4 in February and would still be in the 3 year old room...until next August. Such hard things for little minds to understand! I thought she might be a little apprehensive to go into a new classroom - nope, not her either.

She went right into the room, gave Ms. Ronica a hug and asked to paint at the painting table that was already set up. Smock on, green paint on the small red paint brush and I was no longer in the picture. "Bye mom, have a good day" she said as she covered the paper in green paint. My babies aren't babies any longer. It still amazes me that they belong to me and that they are such amazing little people.

First Grade

Tomorrow is B's first day in the first grade and E's first day in the 3 year old room at daycare. I asked him today if he wanted me to walk him or if he wanted to be dropped off in the car line. Of course, my independent son (that I prayed for) said, "Just drop me off. If I can't find my way I will just stop and ask someone - 'do you know where Mrs. Dillard's class is?'" So, I think he will be just fine. E is very excited to be going into Ms. Ronica (Veronica)'s classroom tomorrow. It will be a day of firsts around here.