Monday, March 9, 2009
Her party was great... or at least I think so. We had a bowling party complete with her special order birthday cake. She requested a cake with flowers and a purple bowling ball on top. I managed it, but just barely. She had such a good time bowling with Rhonda's kids and Surprise! They all managed to take turns and there weren't any melt downs... well at least they all waited until they reached their cars. And bless their little hearts for that. Much appreciated.
She loves cards. And she had lots of fun opening her cards, especially the musical ones. Aubrey is such a blessing in my life, I only hope we can continue to be friends as she grows. This past year I've been trying to adjust to the fact that she will be starting school. She is so excited about starting school, that when we got home from the party, she put out an outfit for school on Monday! Poor thing, she's stuck at home until August. I've decided to dedicate this time to helping her be excited and prepare her as best I can. Of course, I'd rather be crying about her growing up too fast. I think I'll save the tears for her first day of school.
And then spend the next year preparing for her little brother to start school. All my babies are growing up. Guess it's time for me to grow up too!
PS. Rhonda I keep forgetting to tell you that my dad saw your parents the day after Aubrey's party and raved about how polite and well-behaved your kids are!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
This week was no different. Immediately, "I love your kids!" Only different this week too. There was a new teacher and she followed her statement with a question "Are you the big sister or the babysitter?" I love her!!!! I just laughed and told her she is my new favorite person because my birthday is next month and I'm feeling my age these days. I tell her my husband was just commenting on how "Old" I'm getting to be. She tells me how old she thinks I look and she must have been being super generous because it was half my actual age. HA! And I know she's only a few years older than me! Anyway, how great is that?? The other teacher who has a daughter the same age as my son tells me she is considering having another child because mine play so well together!! Double HA!!! I did tell her that they really aren't that good ALL the time... especially at home. What a great day!! Must be the new mascara I'm wearing these days. Thanks Rhonda!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Just recently I realized how much I had missed my Dookie and his special Dookie Lovin. I can't explain the difference really, but there is a distinct difference in the relationship he and I shared and the ones I have with Naughty and BoBo. I always said he was my boyfriend kittie. Nothing sexual or weird, just a purposeful affection he gave only to me and no one else. Naughty craves attention and will rub on anyone that will let her. BoBo still only tolerates people and her love is special in the sense that you feel so honored when she actually acknowledges you, but she doesn't really like to be petted and loved on. Then there is Cookie. I have another boyfriend kittie! My husband thinks I'm crazy, but I don't care. I really like having that back in my life. Whatever THAT is! I just know that Cookie gives me special lovin that he doesn't give the kids or my husband and he even managed to find my special sleeping spot. My pillow! Oh, how sweet it is to once again slumper to the sweet, sweet sound of purring.
PS But don't tell my daughter. Cookie is her cat!
Friday, January 2, 2009
I think everyone hearing the news is like what? Really? And then we're all soooo excited. Apparently they tried to have a baby for 6 years even doing fertility treatments and had finally accepted God's will for them and quit trying... well I guss they didn't quit trying just quit hoping for a baby. They were both surprised too! I would love to have been there when Holly told my brother! My family is so excited. I'm excited. I told my sister in law to just get ready bc we really do feel like we're all having a baby. I see this baby as so much more than just a baby. It's something positive to focus on, a shift from the loss of my grandmother. It is also a chance, maybe the last, for my brother and I to become close. Maybe we can share this time and learn to become friends. My own kids are super excited, they love babies especially my son. Yesterday, he told Uncle Darren the new baby would be sleeping in his room! My sister in law will be 38 and my brother will turn 39 a few weeks after the birth. I know they are both nervous. We'll all be praying for them. They went to the DR. today for the first ultra-sound and they were both excited. My brother called me and said they saw arms and legs and the heartbeat. I could hear his excitment. It was nice.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
It seems odd that somehow, I knew my world would forever be changed, but I didn't fully realize how much I would be changed. My best friend recently told me when her husband asked what she wanted for Christmas this year her reply was "a wife". I love that! I told her maybe we could share one. I think mail order brides stille exist, maybe we could go havsies and just not marry the person!! Surely that would work.
For the most part my mommy changes have been positive. I think the one thing I'm not certain I understand, is my tendancy to put my feelings on the back burner. My husband works and therefore he "deserves" time off. Time away from work, away from me and the kids, time doing things he enjoys. But what about me? When is my time off? Am I a horrible person for wanting a break, not just from house work, but from my husband and yes even my adorable little angels? And why do I think if this was a situation in my previous jobs I would be more likely to speak to the "boss" about my feelings? As a stay at home mom, what do I deserve?
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
It's hard to try and pin-point one story or memory to share about her. I'm grateful that being a stay at home mom these last 3 years allowed my children to really spend time with her. She died 2 hours before her 92 birthday, but she was sooo much younger than that. She got sick in May of this year and was in a hospital bed in her living room after that. A few weeks before she got sick, me and the kids spent time with her. I have great pics of the kids rubbing her feet with lotion, with little man sitting in her lap hand feeding her dry cereal and pics at the kitchen table coloring with the kids. My son in particular loved his great grandma and would ask to go see Linsenmeyer. That was how he addressed her. Her name was long enough without adding great grandma.
Each summer my brother and I spent a week at her farm in Oklahoma and she would play cards with us, her favorite was Skip-bo. I definitely took her for granted when I was younger and was actually always more eager to play with my cousins that lived just down the road. We only saw her a couple of times a year, but they were always special times. Grandma loved animals, and I made it my mission each summer to pet everyone of her barn cats. Many were semi-ferrell, and one summer I managed to talk my grandpa into letting me bring the cats into the utility room. I have a great picture of me piled high with cats on and around me. There are 11 grandkids, 3 girls and I was the oldest girl. From early on that made me special to her. Her nickname from early on until her passing was a german phrase "slaztcha Kätzchen." I never knew what that meant until one day in college I had the esteemed honor of eating out with friends including a really cute german football player. Of course I wanted to impress him with german phrases and then asked him what my grandma was calling me. He looked at me funny and then asked if I was sure that what she was saying. and very politely he told me my grandma was calling me Ornery Kitten!! And I have always remained her very, very ornery kitten.
Even though Grandma had been sick and we all knew it was time, her death was still hard. Her funeral was truly beautiful and the pastor that had only known grandma for a short time, did such an amazing job of capturing the essence of grandma. The pastor quoted from Proverbs 31 10-31. 10 A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. 15 She gets up while it is still dark; she provides food for her familyand portions for her servant girls. 25 She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. 27 She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. 28 Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.
The verses in Proverbs were so moving to me. Her family truly was her life work. She did so much and never expeced anything in return, she was a servant of God and a servant to her family. It made me think of my life. Of other women and mothers I know. To often we get caught up in the game of power and importance. I want to be my grandma, concerned with taking care of my family and listening to God's plan for me. Being happy with all the blessings I have and not wanting for excess.
We stayed in OK for a week after the funeral to help my mother and when we returned home my daughter said the most beautiful prayer. After praing for the usual, including our deceased cat she asked God to take care of Great Grandma. "Please help her in Heaven. Help her learn to walk and do things in Heaven." I'm sure there was more to it, but the walking is what stuck with me. And it makes me smile to think of my grandmother reborn as a young angel in Heaven learning an entire new life.
Grandmother was such a beautiful person, gone and never forgotten. Only remembered with smiles, laughter and of course tears.
Friday, September 19, 2008
I'm a horrible, horrible super mean mommy. I've been sick for what seems like forever. For the first two weeks it seemed to help me be a better mommy. I was more sensative to their needs and hurts, but now, well I'm out of patience and pretty much hate the world. Today was the worst. I went to the DR yesterday and slept well, I was even able to eat, can't taste yet, but hey it was improvement. I still feel yucky and I'm tired of feeling bad. Enter one really naughty little boy, and oh how naughty he has been today. One naughty corner incident after another. I'm soooo past my breaking point. So, what to do I do. I bansih them to their play room with orders to behave or else. Well, I guess the or else was just too tempting for my son, so he pushed me again. Enter screaming, she is so scarey mommy, so scarey she even spanks the poor boy. I hate myself for that. Screaming is bad enough, but spanking... I really hate it when I resort to that. It is more of a reflection of me and my abilities than anything my children could ever do. Then my daughter requests permission to come out of the play room and sit by me. She wants to give me hugs and kisses to make me feel better. Oh, I'm sooo horrible. Then she goes outside to pick flowers. She brings in a bunch of daisies still attached to their roots and asks me to cut them for her. She goes back outside, only to come back in and ask me to come look at what she did with her flowers. I'm thinking the last thing I really want to do is go outside and I'm thinking what a sweet little girl she is. I go out and she has managed to plant her flowers. It is so cute. Of course they will die not having any roots, but hey, she managed to plant the flowers by herself. Oh, she is such a sweetie pie. Maybe some of her sweetness will rub off on me. I could really use it. And at least it's good to know my children don't hate me and even little man seems to be unfazed by my erruption. I wish I could forget as easily as my children.