Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Almost cool


With busy school/work weeks, you would think we would slow it down on the weekend.  Not us.  The weekends are filled with so many things to do.  We just can't take it easy.  We are always on the move. 


There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  At least we are enjoying our days.  Many people say there is not much to do in phoenix.  I think we prove otherwise.  You have to find things to do.  The weather has cooled only slightly.  But we still drag our kiddos to the park.  They go on long bike rides and we are out so long, even during the hottest time of the day.  It tell them that at least they know they are tough and can handle anything.


Of course, we always make sure they are safe, hydrated and make stops in cool places when needed.  


This park visit had Angy swinging as high as he could swing, but Paloma was flying higher.  We spotted three bunnies  and a quail.  


Jonas ran down to pick up a couple of tame ducks.  Two little girls were holding them.  Our three went to join in.  They counted how many fish they saw int the pond for future fishing purposes.


They don't know it yet, but this is memory making in action.  

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

picture days and funny faces


Last week, the boys had their school pictures taken.  We let them dress pretty casual compared to other kids.  Some wore suits and bows and vests.  While others wore regular t-shirts.  At least we put a shirt with a collar on angus and jonas wore a red tie...With his green striped shirt, that doesn't require a tie.  It had puppies on it, too.  Can't forget that detail.  
Good thing he showered that morning.   Look at that shiny mane on the boy.


This is the face he said he was going to make for picture day.  


And I would have ironed Angy's shirt or jonas' shorts, if only my iron worked.  I was thinking of putting some gel in Angy's hair.  Miah thought the same thing, but as we buckled him in his car seat, we realized neither of us had done it.  


At least they will look like their wild selves and not like some clean cut kids that no one would recognize.  Maybe we'll remember the details of those photos years later.  The fact that they both needed a haircut and an iron through their clothes.  We'll remember how they each added their special touch to their picture. 

 I can't wait to see them.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

labor day - monday


Jonas woke up when miah was on his way to work.   He tried to lay back down to sleep a little longer, but I knew it was wishful thinking.  There was no more sleep in store for this boy.  He surprised me with breakfast on the table.   He wanted to cook for me so i wouldn't work on labor day.
  

We met miah at the shop with our bikes in the truck.  A perfect morning bike ride awaited us.  

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A little bit of this

We are in the second week of school. All is running smoothly on that front.  Thank goodness because I was worried about the school drop off and pick up at two different schools.  So far so good.

I have been helping miah at the shop these weeks.  Helping with as much as I can because I do not know how to assemble bikes, which is where the help is desperately needed.  Paloma and I are there until we need to pick  up the boys.  

After school today we stopped at the post office to send some packages.   We walked in, I, with hands full and children by my side or all around me.  It was busy. It was the post office.

The kids with polar pops in their hands, all sugared up waiting for me on the bench.  I, internally losing my patience with the mail people who take their sweet time and with my children who appeared to be getting louder the longer I waited. 

Finally finished we left and headed for home.   Surprisingly jonas was rushing me to get home fast so that he can do his homework.   What's that you say? Do homework.  Well okay,  I'll step on it.

The kids played, whined, called me the meanest ever, apologized,  were happy again, played more, had dinner, complained about brushing their teeth and then fell asleep.  

Oh, shudder! (in dramatic voice).

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

back to school


It seems to soon to be going back, but here we are again.  Jonas is a third grader and my little Angus is a kindergartner.  That last part is tough to take in.  I didn't expect this day to arrive so soon.  They wore their horizontally, striped polo shirts with their hair combed like little gentlemen and they were off to school yesterday.


The boys are going to different schools, so we couldn't be with both of them.  Miah and I split up.  He and Paloma took Jonas and I took my mango.  I gave Jonas a hug and a kiss before we were off in different directions.  I told him he was going to have great first day and that I'd be there to pick him up.  

***

Angus and I held hands all the way to the school from the far off parking space I could find.  He was getting tired he said, it was hot.  I wanted to pick up my boy and carry him, but I knew that wasn't a good idea for his first day.  And the fact that he is super heavy.

"But, mom, I'm still four," he said, holding up four little left handed fingers.  He walked thoughtfully the entire way.

"Angy, remember, you are five and it's going to be ok.  You are going to have a nice teacher and make lots of friends."  I reassured him, when in reality I needed reassuring. 

It is hard for me to let go.  I am not very good at letting go of these three beautiful children I love everyday of my life.  They are my life and I can't just let that go so smoothly.  It's just not in me.  I wish I can hold them tight at every age and keep them that way.  Year after year.  


We walked into the classroom and found his desk.  He sat there quietly.  We saw a couple of kids from preschool.  His chubby cheeked face looking at me and I wanting to squeeze and kiss it every chance I could get.  I sat with him until the bell rang, while he built a tall tower of small bricks.  I told him to listen to the teacher.  To ask if he needed the bathroom or if he needed help with anything.  

The last bell rang, I gave him a hug, a kiss and walked out trying to be as brave as I could be.  I turned the corner and my eyes welled up.  I cried in the car to Miah over the phone.

I walked away from my baby.  He was on his own, without me to help him for a full day.  Angus is my lazy baby.  I ask him to put on his shoes or his clothes and he acts like I just asked him to pick up the entire house.  "I can't do it," he shouts.  I know he can.  He does, eventually.  So, leaving him was hard because I wasnt going to be there to make things easy for him. What if he needed water or couldn't find a bathroom or got lost.  I spend day after day with them.  I know their strengths and weaknesses.  I know what upsets them and what brings them joy, although they surprise me everyday with new ups and downs.  

All day I felt sad about leaving my mango.  When i picked him up he looked hot, but happy.  He said it was a long day.  He was a little chatter box.  He told me stories about his day, some too wild to be true. Angus has a vivid imagination.  

"I'm glad you had a good day, but I sure did miss you," I said.

"I missed you so much I exploded," he said.  "The kids didn't even notice I was not there.  Then my pieces came back together and I was back.  Nobody knew I was not there."

"Wow, well thanks for missing me that much."

***

Tomorrow will be day three.  I know it will be fine.  He is going to do great, just as my Joni did.  I'm the one who needs to learn to let go.    

Friday, July 25, 2014

home

We stayed home all day today.  That is a rare sight.  We are always out running errands or going places just to get out.  I am not too crazy about being at home all day, everyday.  We always plan or not plan something, just to go somewhere, anywhere.  Today, I had said we needed to go to the store for some house stuff and then maybe to the new changing hand bookstore by our house or grandmas house.  Who knows?  
Instead we ended up staying at home.  


The summer mornings have not been easy.  I fall asleep kinda late and the kids wake up kinda early.  Those two things don't mix.  They start waking me up telling me they are hungry.  Ugh. I force myself out of bed and begin and keep going until the end of the day.


This morning I made breakfast and everyone sat at the table.  It was nice.  Of course, I sat after my family was finished.  My sweet babes all thanked me for breakfast.  Those three sure know how to charm mama.  Until they act like like little rascals.  


I put the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen a bit.  
Lunch time came and all was like before.  Dirty dishes in the sink with energized kids fueled and ready for their next adventure.    

We played outside, colored, watched some videos. 

Later, we let the neighbor girls come in to play.  Some built kites, others played matching games and one played on the dry erase board.  All playing so contentedly, until that gets boring and then they are off to the next thing.


I often think about what other families do on a daily basis.  What is it like for other moms who stay at home all day, everyday. 

All day, Paloma was so grumpy.  She was yelling and throwing fits.  Each time I told her I would help her if she asked nicely and calmed down.  She did, eventually, and then I'd help.  Then something would set her off, again.  


We had a few discussions about video games.  Ugh. Video games are my worst nightmare.  Oh, how I wish they didn't exist.  But whatever. We just have to make it work.  Acknowledge the fact that they like them and let them play once in awhile, but not let them play too much.  That's the hard part because it is never enough for them.  They do lots of other things, but video games are always in the back of their minds. 


Finally, evening came along with a chance of a dust storm.  The kids were excited.  Jonas tried to fly the kite he and Abby made, but it didn't work that well.


They were so sweet trying to fly that kite. The kite that I knew just wouldn't pick up.  We walked inside, with happy faces ready for dinner.  They called their daddy, worried abut the storm and asked if he could please come home because they didn't want him driving when it finally came our way.

We sat for our dinner of baked salmon, rice and broccoli. We talked and got ready for bed.  I read some books to three wiggly kids.  I yelled at the wiggly children a couple of times in between stories to try to tame their wiggles.  The boys were the first to fall asleep.  
Loma fell sleep soon after.  


All was good.  
During some parts of the day it seemed liked it wouldn't be. 
It was, eventually, it was.