Sunday, April 27, 2014


Today, when I went upstairs and told Owen he could be finished with quiet time, he ran out of his room yelling, with boundless enthusiasm and joy, "Hooray!  I'm the ting (king)!!", and then beamed that smile that lights up his whole face.

James, who was in the next room, had just fallen back asleep after waking too early from his nap (even by his standards).  My first inclination was to shush Owen, "Owen! James just got back to sleep!  Shhhh!!!", and that's usually what I would do.  Today, though, I smiled, bent down, hugged him, and told him that I love him.  Then James woke back up for good.

I tell you this story, not to make myself out as some sort of saintly mother with copious amounts of patience, but because I feel this reflects something that has been on my mind often, as of late.

As I think on the kind of mother I want to be for my children, and evaluate where I am in relation to that ideal, I am woefully far from my goal.  I do things on an almost daily basis that hurt Owen's feelings, that extinguish the exuberance with which he views the world at this point in his life.  I (figuratively) kick myself when I see this happen, and try to remind myself that he won't always be this way, and that I just need to love and encourage and build-up and enjoy him during this beautiful period of childhood.  Unfortunately, I am often unsuccessful in remembering these things when it really counts, but, sometimes, sometimes there are moments like today's, where I am able to be the kind of mother that Owen needs.  Moments that are beautiful and that just feel right.  My hope is that there are enough of these moments to balance out the other ones.  I want my children to think back on our home and remember feeling loved and happy and peaceful in it.  I'm convinced that I will never look back and think, "I'm so bugged that Owen woke James up that day" or "I wish Owen had left me alone so that I could have cleaned the kitchen", but I will wish I could go back and be a little kinder, show more compassion, share in my children's happiness more sincerely, and race a few more toy cars.

So here's to exuberance.

And please pardon the wordy and introspective post on this blog that is usually short stories, pictures of my children, and DIY projects.  I was waxing philosophic last night.  I can't promise it won't happen again. :)


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

A spoon full of sugar

We recently rented Mary Poppins from the library.  It was both Owen's and my first time seeing it.  We both loved it, and since watching it (more than once), Owen has been singing the songs (or at least the parts he knows) throughout the day. (Don't feel obligated to watch the whole video, I know not everyone thinks my children are as cute as I do). :)

Also, some Easter pictures:

Thursday, April 3, 2014


As a parent, I make a lot of "if, then" statements to Owen.  Examples:

  • If you choose to be disobedient, you will take a time out.
  • If you watch too much TV, it's not good for your body or your mind.
  • If you scream, you will take a time out.
  • If you don't get enough sleep, you will have a hard time feeling happy and will not have enough energy to play.
  • If I don't get quiet time, I have a hard time being a nice happy mommy.
And so on, and so forth. (The actual "then" is implied).

Lately Owen has been coming up with some "if, then" statements of his own.  Some of my recent favorites:

  • If you don't give me crayons in quiet time, I will just have to draw on the walls! (This after I banned crayons during quiet time because he colored on the walls...)
  • If I don't have one of those (his dinner plate that I took to the counter to cut up the chicken on it), I will just have to eat the tableclof!
  • (At bedtime) If I don't get to finish my volleyball game tonight, I will never get to play volleyball adain!! (He can be a little dramatic...)
Sometimes I have to turn around so that he can't see me laughing; I know this is pretty serious stuff to him!

In other news, James had his 2 month appointment a couple weeks ago (how is he already almost 3 months??)  He weighed 12 lbs 2.5 oz, and was 22 3/4 in. long.

I took these pictures on a day that we had some great light in Owen's room. I tried to take some of Owen; this was the best I could get.  I feel that it captures his personality quite well. ;)