Multiple Park Personalities

"Mommy, I am just going to call you that for a minute okay? Walk up to the swings and say hi to me. Pretend you don't know me!"


And so begins another episode of  As the play ground turns


"Hi, I'm Ella.  I am here at the park by myself because my mom is at work so she tells me to go to the park to wait for someone to come and watch me"

"I have 7 older brothers and 6 older sisters. My brothers were all embarrassed and freaking out. They wanted to dance with my sisters but they didn't want to. They were freaking out. They didn't have time. They had work to do. I was the only one who wanted to dance so I danced with my brothers one at a time. Then my sisters freaked out and it was a mess."

" Two of my sisters were adocked, Elsa and Anna, and two of my brothers were adocked too. They had a reindeer named Sven, so we have him too."

"Our parents died so we just all take care of each other. Well, actually just our dad died because he was really, really, really old but our mom is still around."

"I need to call you mommy again. Mommy, I am going to go play and fall down and pretend to cry. You, Jamie, come over and help me out. Okay? Hey Jamie, I am going to go play over here!"


So many times, I find myself wondering if I should be impressed or concerned with her imagination!!  Will she become an author or actress? Or will she be the weird kid psychologists study?  I have been told that she acts a lot like me so I guess I should.... not worry???
 

Rock a bye, baby boy

   Two nights ago as I finally started falling asleep around midnight, I heard Nathan screaming. I quick jumped up because that kid could wake the dead. Seriously, when God created that little boy he turned the volume control way past the normal setting. Anyway, I found him sitting up in his bed, looking completely out of it.  It was probably a nightmare so I scooped him up and sat in the rocking chair. I loved that he closed his eyes and snuggled right up to me.  I rocked him for a while and enjoyed his adorable little snore.  As soon as he was really out, I moved like a ninja and settled him back into his crib and left the room so I could get some much needed sleep.
    Before I even reached my bedroom door, I heard him crying my name.  Back I went and I was feeling a little annoyed because I just wanted to sleep ( insert whiny voice here) and scooped him up again. He was more awake this time and watched me.  He started running his fingers through my hair, which was something both kids did when they were babies to soothe themselves to sleep. He looked up at my hair, smiled a sleepy smile, and said, "pretty!" What is it about little boys that just completely melts your heart?
    I decided to just savor this moment. I knew I'd have plenty of of time to sleep when he's older and too cool to cuddle. I knew that the days of him wanting to sit on my lap and have me kiss his boo boos were limited. I just rocked him and watched him fighting falling alseep.  His eyes lids kept drooping and then he would pop them open. Finally, they were just open a crack.  I just sat their adoring him. I kept thinking about his incredible sense of humor, his fearlessness, how he loves to be held, and his cheesy little smile.  I was having a mushy mommy moments and gave him a kiss. I thought he was asleep because he didn't move a muscle, but I heard a faint whisper. I kissed him again. His eyes were still almost completely closed, but I heard the whisper again. I kissed him again and still couldn't hear what he said but knew he was saying the same thing over again. I tried one more time and put my ear so close to his little lips after I kissed him.  I felt his little baby breath tickle my ear as my precious baby boy whispered, "ewwwww"


Yeah, I guess those days are coming sooner than I thought! I almost tossed that little punk back in his crib!

my personal bubble

Sometimes I just want to jump up and down on the couch, throw my hands up in the air and scream  

  EVERYONE STOP TOUCHING ME!!!!!!!!!

    Now let me explain before you decide I am some cold hearted monster! I LOVE snuggling with my kids! It's the best when they curl up in your lap.  I give my kids too many kisses because I know that one day they will hate it and won't let me.  Scared and want to sleep next to me? I don't care if I have two inches of space on the mattress and my neck is at a 45 degree angle. Have to sit on my lap while I pee? I am not paying for the therapy they will need later, but I just sigh and say ok. When Nathan just HAS to be held in the grocery store, I hold him and steer the stupid cart one handed. It's like driving a tractor trailer with your feet, but I just roll with it. When I had to hold Syd when she napped, my arm would fall asleep, then hurt, then feel absolutely nothing, and then pain again, but I would push through for her.  When they treat Mommy like their own personal jungle gym, I want to go crazy!
     Sometimes I am just sitting or kneeling trying to do something and it's like kids are falling from the sky. They are on my head pinning my chin to my chest and forcing to balance them so they don't fall. They also throw themselves over my shoulder, nearly knocking me over. Other times they are spun around in my lap and feet are hitting me in the face and knees and elbows are jabbing random organs.  The worst is when they push the back of their heads into my face. My glasses are all crooked and this close to becoming contacts and my nose is completely flat. They do it all the time!!!!
    They also have that crazy kiddo martial arts move that I call the rolling heel of death.  They walk and/or climb on you and their heel slips and rolls over your bones, pinning and pinching any flab to the floor.  It's especially effective with the underside of your arms and legs!  And they have selective hearing when you tell them to get off. Either that or the shooting pain causes you to speak in tongues.
    Another move that practically causes my eye is twitch is the lunch time lap move. I finally sit down with my lunch after customizing everyone's menu and they both have to sit in my lap. No, it's not cute and no, it's not because they love me! It's a power struggle and I am just a pawn in their game. If one makes a move, the other has to follow.  Suddenly, I am balancing a wiggly kid on both knees. I am MILES away from my food.  Half of it falls off the long journey from the plate, through the jabbing shoulder valley, and onto the floor.  A girl can only overlook so many cat hairs and play dough bits stuck on her food.
   While we are talking about meals, let's talk about trying to make dinner.  Nathan will always be busy playing and not give two craps about me, until he senses a disturbance in the force. I am about to make dinner. He becomes the most needy kid on the planet and clings to me as if his life depends upon it.  There is no reasoning with him and no way to peel him off.  He grabs my legs so tightly that my pants start falling down. Now I have to decide between keeping dinner from burning and having my granny panties exposed (yeah, that's what you wear when you are a mom in sweat pants at home all day!) 
     Okay vent over!  I love them to death even if they leave me with bruises and a possible broken nose ;)