Sunday, December 8, 2013

Thankfulness . . . Post-Thanksgiving

Just a note of gratitude, as sometimes it's nice to reflect and put things into words on a "page" . . .

Thankful for the fact that we've been lucky enough to have power/electricity, hot water, and most importantly -  each other - in the craziness of DFW's "Ice Apocalypse 2013."  

Thankful for a husband that was willing and able to safely drive us to church this morning.  It always means so much to look over at Richard and the kids from the choir loft, and to see their sweet, smiling, supportive faces.  So proud of J and E for growing in their ability to sit patiently through an entire service (a rare situation for them, as normally, they go to RE classes, but the icy weather resulted in an apparent lack of teachers...we found out later that they showed up...we just checked a bit too early), and for their adorable, little grins and waves to mommy across the way.

Thankful for the gift of food for thought and music for the soul that this church and community provide.  Singing Pinkham's Christmas Cantata this morning was invigorating and nourished my need for truly excellent music.

Thankful for a loving, heathy husband to share these things with...his patience in helping our kids learn and practice patience means so much.  I love that I get to share my love of music with all of them, and that we all have the privilege of learning about the UU faith, values, and how to live a life that demonstrates those important beliefs.

Hope everyone in the area is keeping warm and enjoying all the blessings around them.  :)

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Christmas-"E" thoughts...

Kinda sad after dropping Everett off at school this morning.  As much as I know my ears need the few hours of quiet, and as much as I know this afternoon's regularly-scheduled, loud chaos will have me thinking otherwise, that little stinker really gets to me.  He's such a ham, and just quick as a whip.  And SO excited that "Carter" (our Elf) arrived last night.
I had forgotten how excited Everett gets about having Carter around.  He woke me up, telling me that he's talked to Carter, sat in the living room with Carter, just watching him...and then, he ate breakfast in the middle of the living room floor.  Just eating and staring at Carter on the mantel.  Well, with talking, of course.
Everett pondered whether Carter had a hidden camera...he asked if Daddy or I had ever seen Carter move...he asked lots of questions about elves in general, and somehow - even though Everett was very childlike in his nature - he also struck me as very mature, reasoning, and thoughtful.  In fact, now that I'm thinking about it, this is how Everett is normally.  I think it's just a bit easier to observe in these specific situations.  :)

Monday, December 2, 2013

Holiday Tradition Attempt

Trying to maybe start up some new traditions with the kids:  making one of their favorite sweet treats together before daddy gets home, and then enjoying a couple of them while we decorate the tree as a family.  I decided we would do a little twist on the always loved "Fudge Babies," as these were Fudge MINT Babies with SPRINKLES!!!!  VERY good!!!!

But can I be honest?  As nice and whatever as I have described this scenario, I can only hope that our children will come away feeling those warm and fuzzy feelings that I strived to create.  Because, seriously??? --- I'm not exaggerating when I say that I had a headache, earache, and chest pain for the majority of this first attempt to start some traditions.  I feel like the amount of patience and restraint that I practice is necessary, but that it results in my feeling like my insides are going to implode.  By the end of the tree decorating/when we were trying to get them ready for bed, I had to say, "I'm almost out of my 'patient voice.'"  Any other Love & Logic parents out there that can relate to this type of feeling???

Anyway.  I am extremely thankful for the sweet, energetic, healthy children we have.  I'm glad I decided to do this fun, little activity.  I look forward to doing it next year.  I just don't enjoy the whole, "everybody will get a turn...don't push your sister/brother off of the fighting..." and the more understandable moments that some might deem as "cute":   "let's not lick our fingers and hands as we roll these into balls...etc." 

I really and truly enjoy our children.  Mainly when they're not in each other's presence.  They're either pissing each other off, or being so silly and loud I need to yell to get their attention.  On the other hand, I can actually think of nuuuuuumerous occasions where they play so well together that it just melts my heart. I guess this is just parenthood, right?  Takin' the good with the bad...