Just Breathe

The just breathe moments of motherhood seem to be in abundance at my house lately.

You know, those moments when your two-year-old turns and slaps you in the face when they are on their way to time-out, or when you are on the last fifteen minutes of an airplane flight and the baby is wailing and the toddler is refusing to stay in the seatbelt.

Then there are the times when getting the children dressed seems to take all the energy you can muster. Between the baby wailing bloody murder while you attempt to pull a shirt over her head, and a swift kick to the groin from an overly energized two-year-old, it can feel like torture just getting them dressed.

Kenzie really has a mouth full lately. The "NO, I do it myself!" and the "NO! Go away!" or the "NO! I don't like that!" seems to come from every angle.

It's times like this that I just have to tell myself . . . . just breathe.

Please share your just breathe moments so that I don't fall into the false belief that my children are the only ones who do this to me . . .

Just Sharing

Found this on surgardoodle this afternoon and I am excited to use it this year.

It is a years worth of already made FHE lessons that tie into this years primary theme!

Check out the link here.

The Rocking Cow

On Christmas morning Kenzie woke up to this sight:

When she saw the rocking horse she ran over to him in excitement. When we asked her what is was she didn't waste a second when she responded:

"It's a cow!"

That rocking cow has gotten rocked on non-stop for the past three days.

P-I-E

Garrett and I have gotten into the age-old resource of spelling out items that we don't want Kenzie to hear us talking about.

A few nights back MaKenzie was sitting in the hall in the usual time-out spot by the front door for some reason unknown to me now. Well, Garrett and I were finishing up dinner and I turned to him and asked if he wanted some "P-I-E". Before Garrett had a chance to respond, we heard Kenzie from the hallway excitedly announcing, "ooooooo, I want some P-I-E!"

The best part is that she no longer calls pie by its name, but she always spells it out.

A Little Jingle

Kenzie can say some things that really tickle the funny bone (in the funny way, not the painful way). I am always shocked by the stuff she comes up with!

Garrett spends most mornings eating breakfast with MaKenzie, and that is a time of day when she is just a happy little chatty thing (she definitely gets this from her dad, he is the one eating breakfast with her because I am still in bed trying to separate myself from the pillow). A few mornings back Kenzie was sitting at the breakfast table just being her usual chatty self. She often insists on looking at the back of a cereal box just like we do. This particular cereal box had a picture of a Christmas tree, a dolphin, a pencil, and the state of California. Kenzie just randomly burst out into song about the back of her cereal box, and her song went something like this:

"I have a Christmas tree,

I have a dolphin,

I have a pencil,

and I have a . . . . (long pause as she looks at the state of California) sock."

Clever and funny. I couldn't stop laughing. I wish I could record Garrett's impersonation of her singing . . .

The Taste of a Burp

We had a great Saturday afternoon outing to the park with Garrett. In honor of the chilly weather, hot chocolate was very appropriate when we arrived home. As we sat around the kitchen table sipping the goodness, Kenzie let out a killer burp and then excitedly declared:

"Oh mama, there is hot chocolate in my burp!"

She has now personally experienced the world of tasteful burps.

To add further enlightenment to the evening Kenzie continued to amuse us at the dinner table. I was serving spaghetti and meatballs tonight and served her a plate without any meatballs as I assumed that any attempt to get her to eat a meatball would be unsuccessful. When I walked to the table with my plate of spaghetti with three yummy meatballs on top Kenzie's eyes got real big and she made this amazing request:

"WOW mommy, I want balls on my spaghetti too."

Somehow I am certain that if I had offered the meatballs in the first place that she would have declined the offer.

White Lies, Bunny Rabbits, and Elmo

The best white lie in my home growing up came in the form of a little bunny rabbit. My little sis was an animal freak. She loved anything that hopped, barked or meowed. The tragedy always came when the animal died. My poor little sister was devestated by the death of her little furry friends. Well, our sweet little bunny rabbit friend (whose name I can't even remember . . . I was NOT the animal lover in the family) joined our family and did his thing as he happily ate in his cage and pooped all over the house whenever we thought it was a good idea to let him out. The problem came one day in the form of a three year old that my mom was babysitting. Naturally the little girl thought picking up the rabbit and shaking it by the neck would be a great thing to do. This bright idea left our rabbit friend paralyzed. It was a horrible sight to see, even for me - the anti-pet lover. Our little rabbit's neck was stuck in a side ways position and every time he hopped his front paws hit his little face. My parents took the little guy to the vet to see if anything could be done. The vet couldn't do anything except put the poor little thing to sleep to stop the suffering. Well, rather than reveal the truth to my little sister my parents stopped at a pet store on the way home from the vets. They searched frantically for another white rabbit with brown spots; but without any success. So, they did the next best thing, they bought a rabbit with dark brown fur and told my sister that as part of the rabbits treatment the vet had given him a special bath and the shampoo dyed the rabbit's fur dark brown. I'm not sure when the truth caught up with her, but it saved my parents a burying in the backyard and a devastated daughter.

Now, the beginning of my white lies doesn't even begin to compare to this, but it is a good beginning nonetheless. You see, Kenzie has an absolute love for an Elmo t-shirt that my little sister got her for Christmas last year. The child would wear it every day if she could. A few days ago she was going through the routine of asking for her Elmo shirt (that I had hidden in hopes that if she didn't see it then she wouldn't miss it). Well, the out-of-sight-out-of-mind tactic failed and she started asking for it every morning. My response was that the shirt was too small and she couldn't wear it anymore (TOTAL lie . . . I mean, WHITE lie). My lies were caught when Kenzie was talking to Aunt Ginny a few days back and Aunt Ginny asked her about her favorite Elmo shirt. Kenzie proudly announced that Elmo was too small and I was caught. My sister has teased me about it ever since.

I guess I have a lot to learn in the white lie portion of parenting, but I've got time to practice. ;)

So cough it up . . . what have you lied about?