The big kid came home from school today on cloud nine! Seriously had the best day he's had in a while. When I asked what was behind this very non-teenagery attitude, he just grinned. I'm thinking it must have something to do with a girl.;) Not even close. His math teacher had him and a few other kids stay after class today just to tell them thank you for listening and doing what she asked when she asked it. Then she gave him a peppermint. That was it, a kind word and a peppermint had made his day. It got me thinking, how many times do we overlook the good? It's so much easier to react to the bad, to correct it or punish it. But, the truth is that there is far more good going on around us than bad all the time. What if we all took the time to stop for just a minute and recognize the good? I suppose this is where the saying "stop and smell the roses" comes from. That is such a broad saying and can apply to so many things in life. I'm thinking a little more specifically here, about good behaviors. I spent the afternoon and evening making a special effort to see the good things going on around my house. Pretty amazing actually, I heard compliments on a good basketball shot, a helping hand with a video game and some serious giggling over a silly made up tennis ball game. Wow! There was a LOT of good! As I was putting each one to bed I made a point to bring those things up and let them know that I noticed and was proud of them. I told them each thank you for being kind and loving one another. They all went to bed with a smile on their little faces. :)
Imagine the difference that could be made if we all took a moment to tell a child thank you for something good or nice work for a job well done. If a kind word and a candy could make that child have a "walking on cloud nine" kind of day. That sort of thing could make a difference in a child, in their day and in their life. You never really know when something that you say or do will have an impact on a kid or what kind of impact it might have. So, I'm going to start seeking out moments when I can give a kid (and not just my own) a kind word and a candy. Want to join me? :)
My little one got a much needed haircut this afternoon. It was taking a little longer than normal because his hair had gotten reeeaaalllyyy long. After much clipping and snipping he says, in a very normal calm voice, "I feel like I'm done now." My poor hair girl nearly snipped her finger off she was laughing so hard. :))
The wine of the day is Polka Dot Reisling. It's a sweet white. Sweet is good. You know what else is good? Cupcakes! I recommend a yummy cupcake any time of any day. I don't care what people say, they are not just for birthdays or children. My favorite restaurant choices are based solely on the wine list and whether or not they have good cupcakes. Entree's are seriously over rated. ;)
Happy Wednesday!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Tuesday, March 8th...Weather and Whine
Today it is cold and rainy. We have gone from 0 to 80 to 40 in the past month. The saying around here is, if you don't like the weather just wait 5 minutes and it will have changed. ;) So true! Most people will check with the local weather man to find out what the weather will be...not me...I just watch my kids. I'm not sure if it's like this in every house, but at this house the forecast is on a direct scale with behavior. It doesn't matter if it's warm or cold, sunny or snowy if the weather pattern is stable so are my kids. When the weather takes a turn for the worse, so do the moods. Bad attitudes, surly talk, and whininess abound. It's enough to have a momma reaching for her crazy straw by 4:45, whipping out the phrase "it's 5 o'clock somewhere!" ;) Bud looked at me when he got home in the middle of probably the 5th meltdown of the afternoon and said, "What is going on?" I just calmly poor myself a little more wine and say, "Oh that? No worries, it's just a low pressure system, it will pass in another hour or so." There really is no need for me to waste valuable trash tv time watching the news, I can just listen around my house to see what the forecast is. Tomorrow is going to be sunny and warmer! :)
By the time dinner got on the table the sun was coming out and the moods had shifted. Praise the Lord! Sitting down to the table for dinner together is truly one of my favorite things in the world. It is pretty rare, so when it happens I love to sit and listen to all of the interesting dinner conversation 3 boys can come up with. Well, some of it I don't actually love, there's always lots of "potty" talk which is hilarious to everyone at the table...but me. ;) Tonight we got on girlfriend talk! Now that's interesting! The big one has a special friend, but they aren't really "going out" as things become a bit more awkward at 14. The middle one spurts out, "My girlfriend is moving to Belgium!" We had all heard this before so I ask when that might be happening. He says, "I don't know, it was in February, then spring break now not til summer. I'm not sure if she's really moving, she may just be saying that to keep me at a distance." As his mom, I am trying very hard here to be kind and tactful in my response. His brothers, not so much. The little one throws out, "Well at least she didn't slap you when you asked her like the last girl you asked out." No mercy here. ;) It finally comes around to the little guy's turn to talk, he always has to wait the longest a fact that we are all made very aware of all the time. ;) He says, "My girl is great! She said she loves me, she's really cute and we sit by each other every day at story time." Oh, that's sweet. "Yep, she's a hard worker alright." Pahaaaa!! A hard worker? Bud just spit wine out his nose, and the rest of us are all giggling. :) The big one, always my practical thinker says, "That's a good trait in a girl buddy, she'll be able to help pay the bills someday." The middle one says, "Whatever tickles your peach." That's it, girlfriends forgotten....it's game on, the war of words begins. They like to do this sometimes, start a saying or a phrase or a joke and then see who can come up with the most variations. Sometimes it's yo momma jokes, or maybe Tim Tebowism's, sometime's it's a four letter word war. That one never ends well for anyone. ;) Tonight's went like this....whatever floats your boat, whatever flies your kite, whatever toots your horn, whatever cooks your burger, whatever pops your bubble, whatever pops your popcorn, whatever kills your fly, whatever rides your pony, whatever waters your grass, whatever fluffs your pillow. Bud and I are finding all this very amusing, but as with all good things, this will come to an end. All of these word wars end in the same way...with someone taking it one step to far. The fun ended tonight with...whatever grabs your balls. To this statement the place erupts in guffaws and high fives and all manner of celebration....for about 15 seconds....then everyone got to do something else fun. The dishes. ;) And they all learned a new phrase, if you mess with the bull you will get the horns. Guess who the bull is? :) To this the middle replies, while at the sink, "if you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen." You got it buddy, I'm outta here! Glee is on and I'm a big fan of Sue Sylvester! :)
The wine of the day is Next, pinot noir. The word "next" is one of my favorite words. It can be used in a variety of situations. Whenever you are done dealing with something or someone just throw this out, "Next please". I recommend saying this with the exact inflection of Bon Qui Qui. If you aren't familiar with the lovely miss Bon Qui Qui and her inspiring work at the King Burger, I suggest you check her out on youtube or madtv. If you haven't had a good chuckle yet today, she'll take your order. SUCURITY..this one's got to go.
Happy Tuesday!
By the time dinner got on the table the sun was coming out and the moods had shifted. Praise the Lord! Sitting down to the table for dinner together is truly one of my favorite things in the world. It is pretty rare, so when it happens I love to sit and listen to all of the interesting dinner conversation 3 boys can come up with. Well, some of it I don't actually love, there's always lots of "potty" talk which is hilarious to everyone at the table...but me. ;) Tonight we got on girlfriend talk! Now that's interesting! The big one has a special friend, but they aren't really "going out" as things become a bit more awkward at 14. The middle one spurts out, "My girlfriend is moving to Belgium!" We had all heard this before so I ask when that might be happening. He says, "I don't know, it was in February, then spring break now not til summer. I'm not sure if she's really moving, she may just be saying that to keep me at a distance." As his mom, I am trying very hard here to be kind and tactful in my response. His brothers, not so much. The little one throws out, "Well at least she didn't slap you when you asked her like the last girl you asked out." No mercy here. ;) It finally comes around to the little guy's turn to talk, he always has to wait the longest a fact that we are all made very aware of all the time. ;) He says, "My girl is great! She said she loves me, she's really cute and we sit by each other every day at story time." Oh, that's sweet. "Yep, she's a hard worker alright." Pahaaaa!! A hard worker? Bud just spit wine out his nose, and the rest of us are all giggling. :) The big one, always my practical thinker says, "That's a good trait in a girl buddy, she'll be able to help pay the bills someday." The middle one says, "Whatever tickles your peach." That's it, girlfriends forgotten....it's game on, the war of words begins. They like to do this sometimes, start a saying or a phrase or a joke and then see who can come up with the most variations. Sometimes it's yo momma jokes, or maybe Tim Tebowism's, sometime's it's a four letter word war. That one never ends well for anyone. ;) Tonight's went like this....whatever floats your boat, whatever flies your kite, whatever toots your horn, whatever cooks your burger, whatever pops your bubble, whatever pops your popcorn, whatever kills your fly, whatever rides your pony, whatever waters your grass, whatever fluffs your pillow. Bud and I are finding all this very amusing, but as with all good things, this will come to an end. All of these word wars end in the same way...with someone taking it one step to far. The fun ended tonight with...whatever grabs your balls. To this statement the place erupts in guffaws and high fives and all manner of celebration....for about 15 seconds....then everyone got to do something else fun. The dishes. ;) And they all learned a new phrase, if you mess with the bull you will get the horns. Guess who the bull is? :) To this the middle replies, while at the sink, "if you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen." You got it buddy, I'm outta here! Glee is on and I'm a big fan of Sue Sylvester! :)
The wine of the day is Next, pinot noir. The word "next" is one of my favorite words. It can be used in a variety of situations. Whenever you are done dealing with something or someone just throw this out, "Next please". I recommend saying this with the exact inflection of Bon Qui Qui. If you aren't familiar with the lovely miss Bon Qui Qui and her inspiring work at the King Burger, I suggest you check her out on youtube or madtv. If you haven't had a good chuckle yet today, she'll take your order. SUCURITY..this one's got to go.
Happy Tuesday!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Monday, March 7th...Why?
Why? Why must everything end in why? Isn't that stage supposed to end shortly after they are about 3 years old? It seems that all three of my boys are stuck in the "why" phase. Oh sure, it's different than it used to be, they are no longer asking why the sky is blue and the grass is green. We have moved on to a different kind of "why".
When your kids are little and are asking why things work a certain way, they take whatever you say as truth and are done. At this new stage of "why" there is an immediate follow up argument that is locked and loaded and ready to fire the minute the "no" is out of my mouth. Are they really this quick? Or do they plan all of this out ahead of time...I wonder. No, I really don't wonder, I know exactly what is happening here.;)
The big one played in his first varsity tennis tournament today. He did pretty well against some stiff competition. On our way to dinner he was telling us all about the day. He said the kid who won is probably sponsored by Babolet he was so good. The little one says, "He's probably sponsored by Walmart." The big one smirks back, "No one is sponsored by Walmart." Little guy looks out the window, and in his very most sarcastic voice says, "Exactly." Nice slam by the 8 yr old. ;)
The wine for the day is Frog's Leap merlot in honor of my most wonderful mother. I'm quite sure it took a multitude of bottles for her to make it thru raising me. That whole "I don't change my mind thing" probably wasn't the most endearing trait in this pig tailed little girl. It's serving me quite well now! :)
Happy Monday!
- You need to brush your teeth. Why?
- You need to do your homework. Why?
- No, you can't back my car out right now. Why?
- You need to hop in the shower. Why?
When your kids are little and are asking why things work a certain way, they take whatever you say as truth and are done. At this new stage of "why" there is an immediate follow up argument that is locked and loaded and ready to fire the minute the "no" is out of my mouth. Are they really this quick? Or do they plan all of this out ahead of time...I wonder. No, I really don't wonder, I know exactly what is happening here.;)
- No, you can't use your brother for target practice. Why? He's all bundled up and has goggles on.
- No, you can't pay your brother to jump in the 45 degree pool fully dressed. Why? He said he doesn't mind.
- No, you can't climb on the roof to shoot baskets. Why? We're video taping trick shots.
- No, you can't play tackle football in the living room. Why? We have helmets on.
- No, you can't have my phone battery. Why? Your phone battery is nuclear and if we hook it up with wire and use a kleenex to set it on fire there will be an explosion, it's like a science experiment.
The big one played in his first varsity tennis tournament today. He did pretty well against some stiff competition. On our way to dinner he was telling us all about the day. He said the kid who won is probably sponsored by Babolet he was so good. The little one says, "He's probably sponsored by Walmart." The big one smirks back, "No one is sponsored by Walmart." Little guy looks out the window, and in his very most sarcastic voice says, "Exactly." Nice slam by the 8 yr old. ;)
The wine for the day is Frog's Leap merlot in honor of my most wonderful mother. I'm quite sure it took a multitude of bottles for her to make it thru raising me. That whole "I don't change my mind thing" probably wasn't the most endearing trait in this pig tailed little girl. It's serving me quite well now! :)
Happy Monday!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4th....Sometimes life is just plain crazy!
This has been the craziest week we've had in a long time. I mean, crazier than the blizzard of the century and the other blizzard of the century. Crazier even than the 2 weeks called Christmas "break", I'm still not sure why they use the word break in that. ;) This week has had car trouble, girl drama, x-rays, strep tests, and breathing treatments. The highlight of the week had to be completing the freshman enrollment forms. Those forms were due today, so of course I waited til last night to pull them out. ;)
After dinner last night I had the big one get the enrollment paper out so we could get him all hooked up for high school. First mistake...paperS, not paper. It took me about 10 seconds to realize that we probably should have taken a look at this a few days earlier. Dear Lord in heaven, there are about 20 forms included in the enrollment paper. ;) The only other times I have signed my name that many times was when we were buying a house. Not even kidding. One form wants to know what language is primarily spoken in the house. The big one wants to know why that would be important. "They want to know if English is the second language spoken in the house, so they can help place the student in the right classes." He ponders that for a second and then says with his best Larry the cable guy accent, "Mi casa hablos espanol?" The little one, who has no idea what we are talking about, throws out, "Ha! You better sign up for that class, you don't speak French very well at all!" :)) From there we moved on to the medical history page. Really, you want to know every thing that has happened to him in the past 14 1/2 years, including immunizations? Here's how that went...no no no no no pollen and milk, yes - shots. ;) After much reading, agreeing, signing and dating, and one hand cramp, we finally got to the good part...class selection. The core classes aren't too difficult, english, math science and history, no problem at all. We are flying thru this now like I might get to bed before midnight. I'm starting to think that maybe I was over reacting just a bit earlier and this enrollment thing won't be so bad. Then the electives, the "fun" classes. First one was easy...sports, no brainer for him, and we like that idea too. Then we start flipping thru the "dog book" (the school mascot is a bulldog) for ideas for another elective. There are no less than 30 pages dedicated to class options. They've got it all; art, photography, drama, debate, speed reading, finance (I'm still not sure why that is considered an elective), agriculture, computers, tumbling and all kinds of what we used to call home economics. We read thru all 30 pages of classes and nothing sounds to good to him. Bud asks, "What do you like, what are your interests?" Without skipping a beat the big kid says, "Sports and girls." Bud shoots right back, "Well, here's a good one, it's called intro to wood." They both burst out laughing. I mean, hee haw, knee slapping that is the funniest thing they have ever heard laughing. Oh come on, no way, that's not in there. But there it is, in black and white...introduction to woodworking. ;) Not happening, pick another one. ;) He finally settles on a class designed to help with study habits. Good idea, I hope it also teaches him how to NOT procrastinate. ;)
Today started off with a trip to the doctor with the younger two. The little one is wheezy and has had a stomach ache for about 2 weeks, and the middle has a sore throat. After doing an x-ray of the little guy's tummy the doc says to me, "Well, he's full of poop." I'm not sure if it's the 4 gross boys I live with or the craziness of the last 5 days, but for some reason I find this extremely funny and burst out laughing. :)) "So you're telling me that he's full of it? Thanks a lot doc, I actually didn't need an x-ray for that." ;) The little one, who always likes to get his two cents worth in, says, "I knew you were going to say I was compensated." Our doctor came right back with, "Yes, he is definitely full of it, both figuratively and literally." A little sense of humor at the end of a long week was just what the doctor ordered! I left that office with some funnies in my head and a smile on my face. And a couple of kids who will feel better in a couple of days. ;)
The wine of the day was recommended by a friend, it's called Smoking Loon. After this week some people might look at me and say, "Have you been smoking something you crazy loon?" All I can say is, nope..no smoking of anything, just 4 crazy boys, a broken water pump and a whole lotta poop jokes. That's enough to drive anyone looney!
Happy Friday! Oh, wait I think it's Saturday now, I don't really know what day it is so let's just say...
Happy Day!
After dinner last night I had the big one get the enrollment paper out so we could get him all hooked up for high school. First mistake...paperS, not paper. It took me about 10 seconds to realize that we probably should have taken a look at this a few days earlier. Dear Lord in heaven, there are about 20 forms included in the enrollment paper. ;) The only other times I have signed my name that many times was when we were buying a house. Not even kidding. One form wants to know what language is primarily spoken in the house. The big one wants to know why that would be important. "They want to know if English is the second language spoken in the house, so they can help place the student in the right classes." He ponders that for a second and then says with his best Larry the cable guy accent, "Mi casa hablos espanol?" The little one, who has no idea what we are talking about, throws out, "Ha! You better sign up for that class, you don't speak French very well at all!" :)) From there we moved on to the medical history page. Really, you want to know every thing that has happened to him in the past 14 1/2 years, including immunizations? Here's how that went...no no no no no pollen and milk, yes - shots. ;) After much reading, agreeing, signing and dating, and one hand cramp, we finally got to the good part...class selection. The core classes aren't too difficult, english, math science and history, no problem at all. We are flying thru this now like I might get to bed before midnight. I'm starting to think that maybe I was over reacting just a bit earlier and this enrollment thing won't be so bad. Then the electives, the "fun" classes. First one was easy...sports, no brainer for him, and we like that idea too. Then we start flipping thru the "dog book" (the school mascot is a bulldog) for ideas for another elective. There are no less than 30 pages dedicated to class options. They've got it all; art, photography, drama, debate, speed reading, finance (I'm still not sure why that is considered an elective), agriculture, computers, tumbling and all kinds of what we used to call home economics. We read thru all 30 pages of classes and nothing sounds to good to him. Bud asks, "What do you like, what are your interests?" Without skipping a beat the big kid says, "Sports and girls." Bud shoots right back, "Well, here's a good one, it's called intro to wood." They both burst out laughing. I mean, hee haw, knee slapping that is the funniest thing they have ever heard laughing. Oh come on, no way, that's not in there. But there it is, in black and white...introduction to woodworking. ;) Not happening, pick another one. ;) He finally settles on a class designed to help with study habits. Good idea, I hope it also teaches him how to NOT procrastinate. ;)
Today started off with a trip to the doctor with the younger two. The little one is wheezy and has had a stomach ache for about 2 weeks, and the middle has a sore throat. After doing an x-ray of the little guy's tummy the doc says to me, "Well, he's full of poop." I'm not sure if it's the 4 gross boys I live with or the craziness of the last 5 days, but for some reason I find this extremely funny and burst out laughing. :)) "So you're telling me that he's full of it? Thanks a lot doc, I actually didn't need an x-ray for that." ;) The little one, who always likes to get his two cents worth in, says, "I knew you were going to say I was compensated." Our doctor came right back with, "Yes, he is definitely full of it, both figuratively and literally." A little sense of humor at the end of a long week was just what the doctor ordered! I left that office with some funnies in my head and a smile on my face. And a couple of kids who will feel better in a couple of days. ;)
The wine of the day was recommended by a friend, it's called Smoking Loon. After this week some people might look at me and say, "Have you been smoking something you crazy loon?" All I can say is, nope..no smoking of anything, just 4 crazy boys, a broken water pump and a whole lotta poop jokes. That's enough to drive anyone looney!
Happy Friday! Oh, wait I think it's Saturday now, I don't really know what day it is so let's just say...
Happy Day!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Wednesday, March 2nd.....Fire! Fire!
Some days can be a little busy around here between the hours of 3 and 9pm. Then there are other days that can only be described as full on crazy. Yesterday, was one of the more manic days. Oh, it started off normal enough with the usual picking up and dropping off planned out. Bud and I had the tag team maneuver's planned out to the minute. Everyone had their marching orders all right, you need this and this and need to be ready at this time and you need to pick up here and drop off here...blah blah blah. That is what I might as well have been saying. As usual, just when I think I have everything under control and perfectly planned out to my specifications, the good Lord steps in to remind me that the illusion of control is just that, an illusion.
Once I had finally gathered all three boys from school and tennis we head towards the dentist. You know how kids just love to keep up with their dental hygiene, so this trip was filled with all types of positive and encouraging comments. ha.ha.ha. In case you missed it, there is a LOT of sarcasm right there. ;) About a 1/2 mile from the dentist I hear this horrendous noise and immediately start looking around to see whose car is making that sort of racket. The big one says, "Umm, mom.....I think that's your car." What? Nuh uh, my car doesn't make noises like that! I go a little bit further and notice that the obnoxious noise is indeed following me. Maybe the big kid is right. Oh well, it's probably nothing. Another 10th of a mile and the warning lights start going off, they are flashing up there in my little display faster than I can say, "Oh crap, I think somethings wrong here." Traction control off, A/C off, reduce speed, engine too hot, add oil, slow down, and finally shut engine off NOW! What the heck? Which one? You just gave me 15 different instructions in less than 10 seconds! So of course, I push it the last 10th of a mile. I am determined to make it to the dentist parking lot. I mean seriously, I can't turn my car off right here, I have three boys and a trunk full of backpacks, tennis rackets, baseball bags, baseball clothes, cleats, and even a loose athletic cup or two. That just doesn't stop in mid-action people. All three of my boys are going into full panic mode, "Turn it off! Turn it off!" is being chanted from the back seat. The big one sitting next to me is wide eyed and white knuckled. And I am calmly putzing along with 7 different warning beepers going off and all kinds lights flashing saying, "it's fine, no worries, we can make it to the dentist, no problem." The big one isn't buying it, "Your gonna get us all killed! We need to get out of this car NOW!" Apparently, I have taught them nothing...come on boys, stop it with the panic button already! It takes a lot more than a few beepers and warning messages to fly my skirts up. ;) I finally get parked in the dentist parking lot and everyone bails out like its the stinking titanic, I'm rolling my eyes, still going on with "it's fine, no big deal, look we are right on time for your dentist appointments. ;) They all three look at me as if I have lost my mind because there is smoke coming from under the hood and a strange burning smell surrounding us. Uh-oh. The middle one, my most curious little creature, is peaking under the front tire, "I see a little smoke, and it's smells real hot. I think it's your brakes." The little one is jumping around nervously yelling, "Fire! Fire!" The big one, now the picture of serenity says, "pop the hood, let's take a look." Ummm, I don't think so, that might be a little warm under there. Let's all go inside and get clean teeth, shall we! :)
After 30 minutes on the phone with my mom to arrange a pick up for us, Bud to re-arrange the rest of the evenings drop offs and pick ups, and the roadside assistance people there is a tow truck on the way and we have no cavities! The tow truck driver tells me it will be a couple of hours, and wants to know if I will be waiting with the vehicle. Ummm, probably not. If I sit here with these 3 for two hours we will miss 2 practices, and I will be checking in to the psych ward of the hospital across the street. I think I'll just go ahead and take my athletic cups and go. :))
The wine of the day is a Sineann Red Table Wine, because we had the distinct and unusual pleasure of having dinner at the table with the whole family! While enjoying a nice peaceful family meal, the big one starts spouting out details of his day including exerts from the "sexting" assembly he attended. Whhaaaatttt? Jeez, teenager, couldn't you wait until the little ones were in bed before your filled me in on all the latest slang terms? Pour me another glass bud, this is turning into a crazy straw kind of night! ;)
Happy Wednesday!
Happy Wednesday!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The W(h)ine Hour...They Whine and I Wine: Tuesday, March 1st...We've come a long way, baby!
The W(h)ine Hour...They Whine and I Wine: Tuesday, March 1st...We've come a long way, baby!: "A few days away with no whining, but still a little 'wine'ing is not a bad thing at all! We did a little skiing (very little for me), ..."
Tuesday, March 1st...We've come a long way, baby!
A few days away with no whining, but still a little "wine"ing is not a bad thing at all! We did a little skiing (very little for me), had some yummy food and lots of laughs. At one point I looked at Bud and said, "Hey, I remember you, we have a lot of fun together!" It's nice to be reminded that there is more to myself than just "mommy". ;)
On Sunday, I spent most of the day skiing with Donkey (my brother-in-law) and budders (my nephew). Budders will turn 3 on March 17th, and he is about the cutest thing I have ever seen on the mountain. Skiing with the little people has always been my absolute favorite! For about 9 years, I spent every ski trip teaching one of our kids how to ski. It's a complete mystery to me that I can teach 3 boys how to ski, but can't really ski myself. The situation is best stated by the little one last year as he went flying by me, "don't be a weenie mom, this isn't that hard." Key word in that sentence is "weenie". My days of skiing with my little people are over. ;) My new little ski friend, who calls me Aunt Party or Princess Party depending on the day, has a similar approach to skiing...point skis downhill and go! And, I mean GO, NOWWWW! The kid has ZERO fear, none, nada, the faster the better is his motto. Donkey has a little harness thing on him that keeps them a few feet apart, otherwise he would be at the bottom before we even got our skis on! You know that saying "keep them on a short leash"? Yep, that's what we're talking about here. I am immediately impressed by how well he controls his ski's for an almost 3 year old, he's got great balance and is making some good turns to control his speed. That lasted about 2 minutes and then he decided dad was just not going fast enough for his liking. "Safety first partner" was not the answer this little ripper was looking for. What happened next can only be described as a full fledged on mountain meltdown; body flailing, yelling, ski stomping, the works! He even thru in the noodle legs, you know when the legs seemingly have no muscle or bones? You can not imagine how entertaining I am finding this whole scene playing out in front of me. People are skiing by us staring, Budders is flailing and Donkey's just calmly waiting it out. I am laughing...hard! :)) I have so been there and done that, so many times! When the middle was 4, and skied down the entire mountain chanting at the top of his lungs, "I want a wedgie, I want a wedgie" because his edgie wedgie had broken. When I had to carry that same kid down a 4 mile run because he just couldn't go one more second. Towing any of the three them with my pole across the flat parts...painful. When the little one would not ski more than 2 feet without falling down on purpose, and then at my offer of help would yell at me, "jerk a**". Ah, good times....good times. I was yanked out of my revelry pretty quickly, as the on mountain melt wrapped up about as fast as it started. Nothing a few skittles can't fix! ;) The little guy is a beast on the mountain, and had a huge grin on his face...as long as we were going fast enough! ;)
Later that afternoon when we had met up with everyone else, I was telling Bud about my funny day on the mountain. Together we laughed about some of the things our kids have done on our family ski trips; some funny, others embarrassing, and even some that were just picture perfect moments in our family's life. Suddenly, it occurred to me, "We've come a long way, baby!" It's so easy to get wrapped up in the craziness of what is happening right now that I forget how far we've already come with these boys. So many stages have come and gone, and yet still so many more to look forward to!
Shortly after we arrived home Bud asks the big one what his driver is doing in the laundry room. The big one calmly replies, "I was trying to hit the middle with it, he threw an egg at me." Bud, just as calmly, says back, "You should use one of your irons for that, the face of that driver will cave in." What? I think I can add that to the list of reasons I don't fit in here. ;) All I could think was, I hope someone cleaned up that egg! ;)
The wine of the day is Little Penguin Shiraz. It seemed appropriately winter themed for the previous few days escapades. Anyway, who doesn't love a cute little penguin? The penguins have coined one of my most loved pieces of advice, "Just smile and wave boys...smile and wave." So applicable in so many situations! :)
Happy Tuesday!
The wine of the day is Little Penguin Shiraz. It seemed appropriately winter themed for the previous few days escapades. Anyway, who doesn't love a cute little penguin? The penguins have coined one of my most loved pieces of advice, "Just smile and wave boys...smile and wave." So applicable in so many situations! :)
Happy Tuesday!
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