Bumps and Berries

No one told me that 9 year old girls can be moodier than a woman 9 months pregnant and ready to pop. In retrospect, perhaps I should have picked up one of those Chicken Noodle Soup parenting books.

The past few days have been particularly trying. GG has been walking around with a holier than thou attitude, then reverts to a pouting 2 year old when she is told to do something for the 50th time, ie. putting her shoes on the shoe rack instead of in the middle of the floor.

Sunday night was a very rough night for both of us. It was one of those nights where I could hear the words loudly leaving my mouth and I knew in my head I did not like how I sounded. I vowed Monday would be a better day. We hit a few road bumps Monday, but overall things were smooth like butter. Until.....


GG has a strawberry plant. Her seeds we planted earlier in the summer didn't seem to take, so Little Dude and I bought her a new plant. We transferred it to a new pot and hoped for the best. Us girls kept a watchful eye on the strawberry plant. We'd smile at every berry as it began to turn red, only to be disappointed as each one would rot. A friend suggested the plant was not getting enough water, so we became vigilant about watering every night.

Soon the leaves doubled in size. Yet no flowers were t be seen. Until last week. We spotted 2 flowers with a tiny berry in the middle. I noticed one berry disappeared within a few days. I chalked t up to yet another berry rotting. But the second berry began to grow. As it grew, it also began to turn red.

Last night, GG wanted to finally pick her first berry. I told her to give the berry one more day to make sure it was fully red and ready to eat. Not even an hour later, Little Dude and I walked past her beloved strawberry plant as we were taking the garbage to the curb. The one and only berry was gone. It was not in the pot. It was not in the grass. It was not in the cracks of the sidewalk. Gone.

I can only assume a chipmunk, squirrel, or rabbit found itself a nice red snack. GG, who was finally emerging from her foul mood, was pushed back into her funk.

The good mom that I am, I turned to the Google for help. What I learned was the vines growing from her plant are called runners. On each runner are baby plants. These can be placed in pots so next year we have more than one plant. I also learned how to care for strawberry plants during the winter months, which can be brutal here.

I shared my findings with GG and I watched a smile finally cross her face. We were able to end the night on a good note, and that makes me very happy.

Now we just all need to pray that my thumb stays green long enough to yield some fresh strawberries in the Spring.



Until next time...



Why I Became a Mom

I honestly don't know.

Some days I think I have it all together. Other days... far from it!


As a thank you for attending PTA meetings and helping out where I could last year, I was given a desk calendar from the officers. Thank you ladies! I know at least one of you reads!

This calendar is set to the school year so I had to wait until August to use it. I came up with a brilliant idea to keep everyone straight. Each person would be assigned a color. GG is purple, Little Dude is red, the husband and I are blue. I can now easily see who has scouts when, what days GG needs to take her flute to school, and where I need to be on certain days.

However, this plan is not fool proof.

The shower is a great place for me to think, assuming little people don't barge in on me because of a pee emergency. Sunday night I was in the shower. As I was washing Garnier suds out of my hair, I starting thinking about what I needed to do in the upcoming week. My mind wandered to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese earlier in the day that I opted out of taking Little Dude to. I really didn't feel like dealing with that place. Also, Sundays are our days at my in-laws house. Opting for the in-laws tells you how much I dislike Chuck E. Cheese!

I started feeling pretty good about not having to deal with that giant rodent when it hit me. Little Dude was supposed to go to a birthday party on Saturday as well. I told the mom we would probably be there, but I forgot to write in on my calendar with the red pen. Oops!

"Probably" makes it ok that I forgot to take my boy, right?



Someone please remind me of this post if I ever start to think about another child. I can't even keep the ones I have straight!


Until next time...



The horse goes...

Sometimes you think you score an awesome deal. Sometimes you're wrong.


Last week was a bi-annual kids consignment sale in my area. Since I am a consignor in this event, I have the privilege of shopping before the general public.

I don't go crazy buying up clothes left and right at the sale because we are blessed to have family who love to buy our kids clothes. I hate dealing with the never ending Mt. Clothesmore, but it's one less thing for us to worry about buying. I snagged a few good outfits for each of the kids, and then I worked my way over to the toys. They certainly don't need anymore toys, but when you see something originally $50 and it's $12.50 at the sale, you just can't say no. This is why we now have a "new" sandbox that looks like a ladybug!

I also purchased something that Little Dude has been begging for ever since he saw one at a friend's house. I bought the cheapest one because it's wasn't girly looking and I assumed cheaper meant it made no noise.

We all know what happens when we assume, right? Watch and see just how wrong I was...


excuse the half nakedness
you should just feel lucky he has pants on!


Yes, Little Dude rides his beloved horse around the house ALL.THE.TIME!

Perhaps when I go back for the half price sale at the end of the event, I should look for some ear plugs?



Until next time...



A camera can't always capture magic moments

In my nine years of being a mom, I have had the joy of experiencing countless magic moments.


Magic moments

hosted by Shell



The first words from my child's mouth. The first steps of their tiny feet. The first time my youngest tried to say his sister's name. Coincidentally, my boy is why I call my daughter "GG" on this blog.

As my children got older, I realized that the magic moments continue.


The fist time my daughter learned to ride her skateboard


skateboard


The street fair where my son experienced a moment in time with a fire fighter.


fire fighter


The moment my children realized they had limitations


cake at Gullifty's



I often try to capture these moments on "film", but sometimes things happen that a camera can't quite capture.


This past weekend I was hosting a Tupperware party at my mom's house. The husband was out of town which meant I had to take the kids with me to the party. We packed up some of their favorite toys before we left home and I hoped for the best. We had a busy day and I knew their ability to get a long would only last so long.

The party went well, however it was much longer than any of us planned for. Our consultant was a talker. Four hours after the party had started, my friends began to make their way home while my mom and I cleaned up. While we were helping the consultant pack her stuff away, she mentioned how well behaved my kids were. My children did bicker, I won't lie. It is impossible for siblings to get along all of the time. The three of us all being moms, we knew some disagreements were to be expected. But in general, my kids played well all night and kept their noses out of the party. The four hour long party!!

Many days I have my doubts about how well I manage this thing called parenthood. Hearing someone I have only met twice compliment my children like that boosted my confidence in myself. It also made me very proud of my children.







Until next time...



Baby, bye bye bye

I get my haircut once a year. Maybe twice if I'm so inspired. Perhaps this is why GG was so inclined to grow her hair as long as she possibly could. Up until a few days ago, she wanted it long enough to sit on. I was afraid I was going to have to change her name to Rapunzel!

Luckily the impossible knot quickly changed her mind.

GG is getting to be very independent. There are some definite benefits to this, but there is also a downside. She wanted to brush her hair herself. The other morning after she claimed to brush her hair, I did an inspection. I could see a knot the size of her fist smack dab in the middle of her neck. I picked up her brush. She began to cry. Even before I touched her golden hair.

That is when I knew she needed her hair cut and fast.

The Before
taken a few weeks ago


I knew that if I called my salon, there was a chance I would have to wait a few days for an appointment. I figured Borics was our only option since they accept walk-ins. I dreaded going there. They butchered both GG's hair and mine in the past. Twice. I swore I would never set foot in that place again.

This week I ate those words.


I cringed along with my baby as the knots wer combed from her hair. I held back my tears as I watched her golden locks fall to the floor.

When the stylist was done, GG walked over to me so I could inspect. As I was about to freak out over a missed piece of hair, the stylist caught it and promptly trimmed it.



In the end, my peace sign loving girl is happy with her new 'do. Her long bangs, that she now wants to dye pink, can be swept to the side to frame her perfect face. Her fingers can now touch the ends of her hair. Something she hasn't been able to do for a very long time.




After we returned home to show off her hair to the boys, I pulled out my tape measurer to get the numbers. She lost 7 inches of hair!






GG's hair bounces when she walks and she can run a brush through all by herself to get all the knots out. I think this is a style we are definitely going to keep.

The pink streak is still debatable!



Until next time...