|He was recovering after a day of being sick,|
and wanted some time with his sister.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
I was all set to write a post about how good I've been doing and keeping my Lenten sacrifices and such. But it didn't happen. I was good the first week and even exercised every day. But then, for some unknown reason, I stopped.
And just as I was starting to get back into the routine Thing Two and I got the flu. Nick took the day off from work to take care of us, cleaned up after everyone, and he took Thing One and Mimi out so we could rest. He has been truly wonderful about the whole thing.
The kids and I missed Mass this morning because, while we are better now, we are still not ready to go out. But tomorrow we will be all better, and I intend to pick up my Lenten sacrifices where I left off. There is probably something in this about mercy and hope, but my thoughts are not organizing themselves that well right now. So I'm going to about and watch Mimi try to figure out what to do when she gets up on her knees.
Friday, February 22, 2013
I will post the recipe as soon as I find and make it; and I will let you know how the cookies turned out.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
That being said, I need to go look at my closet. I know that Lent has already begun, but I challenge you to try this; to find out just how much stuff is cluttering up our lives.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
This is reprinted with permission from an article written in August 2012 for The Social Continuum.
There is no sufficient way to describe the feeling of having your beauty rest interrupted by a screaming child, nor are there words for the joy of having your three-year-old son throw himself against your leg and declare that he loves his "daddy." My wife just redecorated the walls and floor of our bathroom with morning-sickness vomit and I had to clean it up, but she also dragged two feisty boys to our rental agency to pay the bill because I was too busy to do it myself. My children draw with chalk on the sidewalk, then decide it will be cute to walk through it with bare feet. But my older son figured out on his own how to draw a stick figure.
As I write this, both of my sons are sleeping peacefully in the room behind me, looking so adorable that it hurts.
As I said, I can't really express in words just how much I have learnt about life and love through parenting. And of course, I shall be cliche and say that there is always more to learn and that four years as a parent is comparatively small. But I must share with you all a little something that I learned over the past three months, about being a parent but also about being a child. I found it surprising and maybe even a little harsh, but true nonetheless.
My observation is this: of course there are parents who neglect their children and deadbeat dads and some deadbeat mothers. But of the parents who actually give a crap about what happens to their children, I have noticed that many of them take their role way too seriously.
It may sound counter-intuitive, but it seems the more I obsess about my children's future and consciously instilling certain values and habits in my children, the less effect it seems to have. It seems like I have the most effect as a parent when I just sit down on the floor and give a damn about them enough to play with them. Children, I realize more and more, are simply sponges that soak up love as fast as it is squirted at them. And like a sponge, when they are squeezed (and tickled) they tend to leak it back out again.
The real reason I say to not take parenting too seriously, though, is because I now can say I know how it feels to be hated by my child, at least temporarily. I have been hit by both my sons before because they didn't agree with whatever I was doing for them as a parent. They have both yelled at me. And I have done my share of losing my temper back at them. But I found that when I let their temporary hatred roll off my back and let the child cool down, then something special happens. That something is an understanding of sorts, that they don't really hate you, and that you are not really as angry as you thought you were.
Maybe this post is rambling a bit, but I have been suffering from a severe lack of sleep, an overdose of my job, and the looming prospect of an unborn child who was due yesterday. I hope this is an encouragement to those parents out there who give a care about their kids and yet lose sleep over those same kids' development and future. I am beginning to understand both those concerns.
Don't sweat it, you are all probably better parents than you think you are. However, it never hurts to try even harder. The next time it's a choice between washing dishes and playing with the kids, play with the kids. Those moments are when you are building up emotional capital to draw on when the time to discipline comes. You'll probably both be grateful for it later.
Be Aware, and have fun.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
I'm ashamed to say it, but we began Lent by taking down our Christmas tree. We had taken the decorations down a few weeks ago but we hadn't gotten around to putting the tree away. I figured that that would be a good say to start Lent.
And then I got out a box for the things that we will donate after all of our cleaning. I also started going through the storage closet and putting stuff on the box. I came to the realization that in addition to having a shoe fetish I may also have a coat fetish. I put half of what I had had into the box, and it still feels like I have too many. But I like the ones that are still hanging there.
After that I fixed the lamp in the boys room. In the past few years they had managed to break it (although it still works), and I was never fond of the design. So these are the before and after pictures.
We'll have more on what we're doing as the season progresses.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
In the Jewelry section of the shop we now have two jewelry trees, and a birds nest pendant. I really like the bird nest pendants, and when Mimi was born I made one for myself. The one we have for sale here is styled off of that one (which the boys have now lost); it has three pearl "eggs" set with brown and gold beads in a copper wire nest.
And we are pleased to add an Art section to our store! We are featuring two small original watercolor paintings done by one of Nick's brothers. I love them, and have plans to get him to do a few for me when Nick and I get our dream house.
And Nick has finished another wood-craft project, and taken a few photos of it--they are stunning! I'm not going to tell you much more about that one, other than that some of the pictures were taken in a dark room. We need to get a few pictures in full light, and then you will see it.
That's all for now, and hopefully I'll be able to write more next week.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
I have figured it out, again. The children need my attention for at least twenty hours of the day. Two weeks ago I wrote that Thing One had had a growing-up victory; since then he had refused to repeat this victory. That resulted in too many spankings and more laundry. Then I spent a day playing with him and suddenly this growing-up thing was easy to do.
Sometimes I wonder how many times I need to be told this before I will get it. And sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me. Other times I wonder if I'm sick. Then, last night I read this article, "A Meditation on the Shocking Idea That Maybe We're Not Just Lazy Whiners" on Conversion Diary. Like most women, it hit me pretty hard. I didn't start crying about it until this morning, when I had a chance to talk to Nick about it. That's when I remembered that, on top of the depression, I do have Thyroid problems (that brings fatigue and irritable-ness).