The Spring Concert – a glimpse into the future

Grandparents and little brother in tow, my husband and I attended our daughter’s first ever Spring concert.

Boo boo Boo hoo

Waaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaaa!

That’s me crying behind a locked bathroom door. It was the kids who had boo boos. But I was the one crying. How does that work?

Momory

Reblogged from Writing for Daisies:

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As far as I can tell, I've coined a new term. "Momory." It's like "baby brain," when you are pregnant and forget everything from where you put your shoes to the last time you had chocolate. What they don't tell you is that even when your babies aren't babies anymore, the forgetfulness never goes away. So I coined the term, momory, as a play on the word "memory." If you have heard this term before, mind your manners and let me parade myself as an inventor.

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She's got it right: "We moms try hard. We keep a lot floating up there in the gushy space our brain used to occupy. At the drop of a hat, we can rattle off our children’s ages, their favorite colors, the last time they pooped, what their friend said to them three months ago that made them cry, the first time they laughed, the first time we watched their backs as they walked away from our arms and into school — it’s powerful. It’s our job. It just happens. Those things stick." Putting it all into perspective today. Remember, if it's not related in some way to your kids, chances are it's lost in your "momory." We can thank Melissa over at Writing for Daisies for giving us a word to describe our forgetfulness! Somehow, I feel better about my memory loss now that it has been defined. ;)

Thank you McDonald’s

For April, it was a cold Sunday afternoon. No rain. But no sun either.

If this were January, I would have happily dragged the kids outside, all bundled up and ready to play for hours.

But it’s not January. It’s April. And I couldn’t justify snowsuits (because it’s really not that cold).

Another Update on my Nasty Voice

I’ve had plenty of reminders to check my tone. I have had plenty of opportunities to practice my count-to-5-first rule. (Rowdy 2 and 4 year olds are good for that ).

So now, about three weeks since my last post on my Nasty Voice, I’m seeing a marked improvement.

Yes, I’ve snapped on occasion. Yes, I’ve regretted my choice of words directed at the offending child. But each time, I have learned a little something new about myself and about my children.

Music is my life

Well, not exactly. I like music. I can sort of jingle out a tune on the piano and I played clarinet in the school band. I also started learning guitar when I first met the man who would become my husband (admittedly, it was mostly to impress him because he played guitar and he had a thing for chicks who played guitar).

But I digress. (Don’t I always?)

Phases we’ve been through, and things to remember

Amidst the insanity that is my life here of late, it occurred to me that my little guy hasn’t been behind the TV in a while.

Why, you ask, does this matter?

Makin’ it through the day

Sometimes life needs a little perspective. I find that this is more true now that I am a mother. Funny enough, it has taken me the last four years to really understand that perspective can be everything.

Here’s a list of things learned in three years of parenting written by Kathleen over at a blog about what:

Short Fuse Syndrome

Anyone else suffering from Short Fuse Syndrome (SFS) lately?

I am. It creeps up on me.

Making life harder than it needs to be…one step at a time

It occurred to me this morning that I am inadvertently making my daughter’s life harder than it needs to be…one step at a time.