Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Why big families are easier:
Patience. I never have to teach patience. My children know that I can’t drop everything for them if I have a baby in my arms.
Work Ethic. My children have learned to work because there are always chores to do in a small house packed with little messy lunatics. And they all learn quickly that sometimes they have to clean up a mess even though they didn’t make it.
Humility. My children have learned it’s not always their turn. They’ve accepted they can’t always get their way because other people have to get their way sometimes. They’ve learned that some children are better at certain things than they are.
Foreign language skills. You can learn a lot of Spanish by watching ten years of Dora the Explorer that you just can’t pick up in two. And now with the Diego spin off I’m practically fluent.
Laughter. The children have learned to laugh at the insane non sequiturs of younger siblings. They’ve learned that laughing just feels better when seven people are doing it along with you.
Competition. Do I really need to go into this? Everything is a competition in big families. The children compete over who reads faster, who drinks their milk faster, who gets to the bathroom first…etc. Everything is a competition and they’re all keeping score.
Balance. The floor of the front room of my home is a minefield of toys and childhood paraphernalia. Just walking through the room requires great skill and balance. I’m absolutely convinced my two year old will be a favorite for Gold on the balance beam in the 2016 Olympics. (She might have to lay off the cookies a little but I’ll deal with that later.)
Life isn’t fair. Sometimes you just give it to the baby because you want a little quiet. Not all the time. But sometimes.
Just say “No.” Being able to say “no” may be the most undervalued skill in this world. The need to be liked is pervasive. The need to be cool even more so. Having brothers and sisters teaches children to say “no” about 143 times a day. It’s a good skill.
Praying. They learn that nothing beats praying together as a family.
Nature/Nurture. Having many children has taught me that nature has a lot more to do with who my kids are than nurture. This is helpful, especially when your children misbehave you don’t have to feel bad about it. Just say “Stupid nature!!!” and blame your spouse’s genes.
Namecalling. You can occasionally call your child by the wrong name and still not be considered a terrible parent. They know who you mean just from your tone. Sometimes if you need something done you can call the wrong name and someone will still show up. That helps.
Spying. My children have learned that they can’t get away with anything. I have spies who look a lot like them who are willing to drop the dime on them for anything. Even at school I’ve got a child in just about every grade. If they do something I’ll hear. That keeps them nervous. And I like keeping my kids a little nervous.
Friendship. The children have many friends. They’ve got girly friends, crying friends, fun loving friends, consoling friends, and crazy friends. And they all have the same last name. And they’ll be there forever for each other. No matter what.
Love. I think my children have learned to love because there are others around them to love and who love them. I honestly can think of no better way to teach children to love than siblings.
Monday, February 22, 2010
And without further adieu, I bring you this week's edition of
This week, on Tuesday, my husband and I took our sweet
We enjoyed our night out. The kids behaved. Our steaks were delicious. There was no dishes to do and no messes to clean. It was a nice delightful evening.
Typically when we go out to dinner, I sit with Elysa, our youngest, next to me at the table, but on this night in particular, my dear hubby decided to take both girls on his side of the booth-a very nice change of pace for me.
Everything went well as far as our seating arrangements went, but at the end of our meal, while David and I were talking and the kids were talking and giggling with one another I looked over to see our 2-year-old slide out of her booster seat and grab ahold of the table in front of her to keep from falling to the floor. I know my husband saw the look of terror on my face because he immediately turned to aid our falling daughter.
I watched as my husband tried to pull her back into her seat and, feeling helpless, I peaked under the table to make sure she was okay.
I did not laugh so hard that tears came to my eyes
as I peaked under the table
and made eye contact with my terrified daughter
who was swinging from the table
like a gymnast on the uneven bars,
with eyes as wide as saucers.
and knuckles as white as snow from clenching the table with all her might
as she ever-so-calmly said to me, "It's okay, mommy! I'm okay!"
I don't know who all those other diners were flashing those looks of disgust at. I was not the momma laughing at my infant child as she swung helplessly from the table to keep from falling. No, not me!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Since then, however, I have been a picture-taking fanatic. So much so, that I recently had my brother pose for this picture with my first-born.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
And having said all that, let's get down to it!
This week, we had a double-whammy when it comes to losing teeth. Dylan, our oldest, lost TWO in one week.
And aside from the mid-week emotional breakdown that I did not have, I have been pretty good this week. Which makes this post one of my shortest Not Me! Monday's ever. But who's really keeping track anyway? Not me!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
If it could go wrong today, it did.
- I sent Lydia off to school today not knowing until I dropped her off that today was her Valentine's party at school. She was the only kid in the class that did not bring Valentine's to share.
- I left for work today without my jacket. It was 28 degrees today.
- I had an interview for a training position today during which I broke down in tears and walked out of the interview.
- I took the day off from work to finish crying. For the record, I really don't know why I started crying, but once I did, I couldn't stop.
- I continued to cry off and on for the next FOUR hours.
- Lydia "washed her hands" in scalding hot water which blistered and burned her little hands.
- I cried some more.
- I took the trash can to the curb tonight for trash pick up tomorrow. As I rolled the can towards the street a huge sheet of ice slid out of nowhere and left linear bruises across the backs of both of my hands.
- Dylan hit Bryan in the face with the basketball.
- I cried some more.
- And despite my strenuous workout this morning, I ate 6 oreo cookies, 4 slices of pizza, 3 hot wings, and 2 pieces of dessert pizza tonight for dinner. With a Dr. Pepper. But that one kinda made me feel better. :/
And so did a perfect-timing phone call from my amazing mom, sweet little facebook messages from my dear hubby and my very dear friend, blog posts like this one from Eva's sweet (and funny) Momma, and these ten little piggies:And I learn, once again, that it truly is the little things in life that can make a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" a little brighter!