Something eated it all gone

You just never know when you kids may say something profound, so keep yours ear open.  Now last night, Turner didn't say anything profound, but he sure was funny. 

     We were winding up our nightly routine of baths etc.  I got Turner out of the shower and he stood around wrapped in his towel while I finished lotioning Tate and putting her PJ's on her.  When it was Turner's turn he dropped his towel and looked down.  His face got all serious and he said "Mom there must have been something in that shower that eated my peepee.  Look it's all gone!"  I promptly fell to the bed and laughed myself silly.  I tried to regain my composure and assure my sweet boy that nothing "Eated his peepee".  Shrinkage happens.

      Ahhh, the life lessons  are always rolling in.  I'm so glad some of them are light hearted and funny as hell.

Very Weeee!

 I am trying to be very "present" with my kids.  No, I'm not in to new age trippy spirituality, just trying to appreciate the moments as they happen.  While paying attention to the every day tasks that my time is flooded with I have witnessed the extraordinary.
    My daughter is only nineteen months old.  She can string together a couple three word sentences at best.  So philosophy discussions with her are a bit out of the question.  Even with a limited vocabulary she gets her point across with an eloquence that escapes most adults.  Today after leaving the gym Tate and I ran into the library to grab a new book for me.  There are decorative brick half walls at  the library's entrance.  Tate pointed and grunted.  I knew she wanted to walk along the top of them.  I have let her do this many times.  At one foot wide and three feet tall the brick wall is the equivalent of a tight rope to a toddler.  I imagine she feels adventurous and free while walking across something taller than she is.  I picked her up and let her walk the length of the wall, then she jumped off into my arms.  The smile on her face was beautiful.  I asked her if it was fun, she nodded and said "Very weeeeee!".  I don't  think there are any other two words that she could have said to sum it up.  Very weeeee, so simple and so perfect.
         Very weee is how I feel about my life.  Yes, to others it may be just walking a well worn path.  To me it is fun and full of adventure.  What goes on in our daily lives could be construed as boring to an outsider.  The monotony of nap time, bath time, bed time, and the endless chores.  But what an outsider can't see is the weeee stuck in between the ordinary.  No one else can see the little side ways glances and share in the wonder that my children make possible. 
     I am by no means a perfect mom.  Did my kids clean their supper plates?  Not even close.  Is the house spotless?  Don't I wish.  But today I got to see what very weee could be.  So I can let the sweeping and mopping slide for a day.  The towels will still need to be folded tomorrow.  Maybe I'll get it done tomorrow while T n T nap.  I don't want to miss a second, you never know what magic might happen when they are awake.  

Forced Meditation

   When it's quiet where does your mind wander?  Do you sit and fret about the audit you're having to get together for the beeping Utah State Tax Commission?  Do you worry about the blood in your four year old's urine?  What about his ears and the tubes he'll be getting soon?   Not me, none of that is eating away slowly at what mind I have left.  Nope the next two weeks will sail by and I will be stress free, then pigs will fly right out of my butt.

     I am trying my hardest to not "stress" in the traditional sense.  When my chest gets tight and I feel like the walls are closing in I try to turn to God.  I am not good at remembering the scripture but I know there is a verse in Philippians about petitioning God repeatedly and doing it humbly that will get your prayers answered.  So I am repeating my prayers.  Sometimes it makes me feel better, sometimes it makes me want to yell.

      I have been noticing just how great my kids are while I sit and watch them play.  While I sit praying for them, I see God in each of them.  I see Turner's giving heart and his willingness to please others.  I see great strength (and maybe a little stubbornness) in Tate.  I am thanking God for letting me see the little moments my kids share every day.  I am relishing standing just out of sight and listening to their conversations.  I am watching the brother sister bond grow each day.

     We'll be going to the pediatric kidney specialist in two weeks.  I will let all of you know what we find out.  Hopefully it will be blessedly uneventful and all I will have nothing to report but "Turner is fine".   

Nothing Witty

  I got a call today from Turner's doctor.  She called me after office hours from her home number-this made me think something was up.  Well, Turner had some blood in his urine at his check up so now he's being sent to a Nephrologist(kidney specialist).  I am worried to say the least.  Brad has mild kidney disease, so maybe that has something to do with it. 

     I hate feeling helpless.  I hate wondering if something is wrong with my sweet little boy.  I have nothing witty to say, nothing insightful.  What I have is raw unfiltered fear.  Yes my "right mind" knows this could very well be nothing.  Yes my "right mind" knows it could be something benign.  But my mommy mind is reeling out of control and bringing me to my knees.   

   Say a prayer for Turner B.  I know God will be tired of hearing my voice.  I'll let you know what we find once we get in to the specialist.  Thanks--T 

 

Hello, you OK? All right bye.

    I am a little special.  No I don't mean that I am so cute and really sweet (although I am).  I mean I am a little bit goofy.  I had the faintest memory of some foggy terrible dream that something happened to Brad.  So I called him this morning.  He answered "Hello"

I said "OK you're alright, bye"

    Sweetness knows that I am weird and he didn't ask what the hell was wrong with me, he just said "Yep I'm fine, bye".  I love that man for not questioning my insanity.  I love him for not pointing out that I am nutty.  He doesn't care that I get up five times a night to check on the kids and make sure they are safe in their beds breathing like normal. 

      I am happy to have found a person that ignores my craziness.  Seven years and counting, it'll only be weirder from here on out.  Maybe my resolution for the year should be to worry less.  I just don't see me keeping it even for a day much less a whole year.  I am a hundred percent without a doubt type A control freak.  Mine manifest itself in many different ways, but a big one is worrying.  Or am i just an normal mom?  That could be a toss up. 

    Well here's to no more dreams where my husband gets mauled by a tiger, here's to not quite so much worrying.  Happy 2009.
 

My new and improved diet plan

   We have had the best morning.  I got up at five when Brad left to go hunting.  I came down stairs and got to work on my Christmas sewing uninterrupted for a couple hours.  My kids got up and we had breakfast and got dressed.  We went to the gym where I got an hour of clearing my head and the kids got to play with their gym friends. 

  After the gym we did a little grocery shopping at Publix.  For anyone who doesn't know, Publix has the coolest shopping carts in town.  They are space ships and have two steering wheels.  I got to talk tot he kids the whole morning and enjoy both of them. My kids are funny, smart and of course they get it all from me. 

   After we got back home it was time to start making lunch.  I had the bread and peanut butter out when I noticed Tate acting like she needed to potty.  So I stripped her down and plopped her on the potty.  We talked for a few minutes but she didn't act like she had to go.  I left her bare bottomed and went back to making sandwhiches.  She ran off to go play.  She came back to me a minute later trying to hand me a fist full of peanut butter.  I bent down to take it from her, but it wasn't peanut butter.  Oh no, my baby girl handed me a fist full of poop.  So gross.  I had to scrub her down before she got it all over her.  Once Tate was clean I had to find the rest of her deposit.  There in my living room on Turner's little wooden rocking chair was a huge pile of terds.  My daughter had stood in the chair, squatted down and crapped.  She's so dainty and lady like huh?

     I disinfected the entire down stairs.  I Lysoled everything.  I scrubbed poop off of the chair.  When all was said and done strangely, I had no appetite for my peanut butter sandwich.  This is my new diet plan.  I will let Tate crap all over the house and it will deter me from eating chocolate, Reese's Peanut-butter cups and anything else  i can think of. 

    I could not help laughing the whole time I was cleaning.  Turner was gagging and asking why Tate had to poop on his chair.  The glamorous life of a stay at home mom is always exciting. 

Pass the sutures

Last night a tragedy occurred at my house.  Brad and I had just tucked Turner in bed and come down stairs to watch TV.  We snuggled up on the couch when we heard a pained scream.  Turner was panicked because his bear, the beloved Brisco, had a hole in his head. 

    Brisco has been with our family since the day Turner was born.  When he arrived he, much like Turner, was new, so soft, and smelled so good.  After four years of being drug around the house, to Walmart, on cross country plane trips, and every other place Turner goes he's looking worse for wear and smells a little.   Brisco isn't as plump as he once was.  I guess following a busy little boy around is the perfect diet plan.  He has been loved nearly to smithereens. 

    I walked upstairs to see Turner laying in his bed hugging Brisco with big unfallen tears in his eyes.  He asked if Brisco would be OK and if I could fix him.  I told him of course I could stitch Brisco up and it wouldn't take very long.  I came down stairs and did the best job I could performing brain surgery on a VIP bear.  Once he was hole free I returned him to a very happy little boy. 

    Life would be perfect if I could solve all of my children's' future problems as easily as sewing up a toy.  I know that soon I will have to sneak bear out of Turner's bed and put more stuffing in him.  As he is now, he's little more than a bear skin with no filling.  I thank God the He starts everything out small for me.  My children were small and easy to handle when I was first blessed with them.  Their only problems were poopy diapers and hungry bellies.  But as they grew new issues had to be dealt with, but I think I handled all that came my way.  I just hope I can keep growing with my kids and always be able to give them the help they need.  Even if the help they need means that one day I will have to stand back and watch instead of jumping in.