Fly on the Wall – I Ate a Purple Flower

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 12 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

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Last month, I told my son to “get his foot out of his mouth.”  Strange things that I never thought I’d say have continued to come out of my mouth.  My son told me, “I’m a baby kitty. I’m cleaning myself.”  I replied, “Stop licking yourself.”  Crazy kid!

The Naughty List

AHHH! A high pitched squeal erupts in the basement, followed by tears. “You’re rude!!”

“What happened?” I asked, knowing full well who was the culprit.

“He wrecked my stable (Lego set).” big sister explained through tears.

“C’mon bud, into time out. That’s not the Golden Rule. We don’t mess up big sister’s toys.” I said and put little brother in time-out.

While in time-out, big sister shouted upstairs, “Mom, will he be on Santa’s naughty list now?”

“I’m not sure honey,” I said, “I don’t know how Santa does his naughty list.”

Thinking of Christmas

Big sister: Mom I miss Christmas.

Me: Why?

Big sister: Because I’m cold

Me: Is that why you’re wearing your princess winter boots? (And I thought she would just say presents!)

Randomness

Big sister: Mom, did you know that when I was 3, I ate a purple flower?

What?!  This is another thing I’m going to file under “Things I Didn’t Want to Know!”

Difficult Words to Pronounce

We were just sitting outside in our backyard on a beautiful, though windy summer day. Big sister says, “Look the leaves on the tree are wrestling.”  “Oh you mean rustling. The leaves on the tree are rustling,” I explained. She was so close to the right word!  It IS hard to pronounce, remember so many words as a kid!

Big Sister-isms

Big sister to me: If we wear the same barrette, then people will then we’re twins (awh – so sweet).

I’m getting ready to leave the house, doing a million things at once because we’re running late. Big sister has been helping out with a few things. The broom and dustpan fall down, so I ask her to pick it up. “Do I have to do everything?” she exclaims!  Hmm…I wonder where she’s heard that before.

Me: Little brother it makes me sad when you bit your sister.

Big Sister: Yeah it’s rude! It makes me not want to marry my brother (as she once said before).

Me: Yeah, it IS rude.

Big Sister: I’m going to marry someone else!

Me & Daddy O.

Going to Germanfest we brought windbreakers and an umbrella.  Since I didn’t have a big purse, there wasn’t a really good place to store our inclement weather gear. Daddy O. clipped his windbreaker (rolled up in a pouch) to his belt loop. “I’m getting more functional as I get older,” he said. I replied, “Do you need a fanny pack?” Daddy O. protesting, “C’mon we won’t be the weirdest looking people there. It’s Germanfest.”  Good point!  He was right…plenty of people were in traditional German attire or just other interesting looks.  People-watching is part of the fun of going to festivals. And no, it didn’t even rain!  Here’s a picture of my delicious weiss bier and Schnitzel sandwich that I savored at Germanfest:

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More Zoo Comments

Do you ever have those moments when you notice how big your kids are?  For me, it’s sometimes when I’m giving them a bath.  Their outstretched bodies almost fill the entire length of the tub now! Recently, I told them, “Wow, you’re so big!”  Little brother replied, “Mom, you’re as big as a hippo.”  Maybe we need to stop going to the zoo!!

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com  Baking in a Tornado

http://www.therowdybaker.com     The Rowdy Baker

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/    Just A Little Nutty

http://themomisodes.com          The Momisodes

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/   Spatulas on Parade

http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com     The Sadder But Wiser Girl

http://followmehome.shellybean.com          Follow me home . . .

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/   Stacy Sews and Schools

http://www.menopausalmom.com/    Menopausal Mother

http://www.kimulmanis.com     Kim Ulmanis

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com      Someone Else’s Genius

Could this be the Summer of the Long Leash?

We’ve been having cookouts with family and friends lately, and it’s been lovely to dine al fresco and enjoy delightful company.  During and after such fun gatherings, I couldn’t help but notice how (relatively) well-behaved my kids were.  They managed to play nicely and still take some time to actually sit down and eat a meal without too much prodding on my part.  I was able to sit back more and observe more instead of being a hands-on, right-by-their-side-at-all-times mom. Such experiences makes me wonder if this could be the summer of the long leash…or at minimum, a slightly longer leash that last year.

Several younger, and adorable cookout guests under 18 months really helped illustrate the parenting and supervision required for little ones versus my preschool and 4K aged kids.  Long gone are the stages of toddling around uncertainly and slightly unpredictable behavior.  My kids ARE getting older and ARE learning how to listen and follow rules. YES! At last! It’s rewarding as a parent to be able to sit back and give them more independence, while being able to hang with the adults and actually have a longer and less interrupted conversation.

The summers of more hands-on, physically demanding parenting are behind us. The “summers of breastfeeding” my two kids seems like EONS ago! Last summer then became the “summer where I didn’t have to whip out a boob to breastfeed.” It’s the little victories, right?!

As I learned from a dear friend, and wrote about in Wise Words from a Super Mom,

“As your children grow, they become less physically demanding, and more psychologically demanding.”

These words could not be more true, and I can’t believe that I was writing about parenting getting easier even last summer!! Looking back, we’ve come so far as a family (and me personally as a mom). It’s one wild, rewarding journey that I’m so honored and blessed to be on as a mom.

Stay with me readers until next summer’s longer-leash post!

Wise Words from another Mama: Don’t Blink

Some more experienced moms share some of their parenting wisdom. I am all ears with moms (& dads) of older kids. They seem so relaxed and calm as I may be anxiously expressing concern about xyz for my 2 or 4 year old.  One common theme is how quickly time passes. Certain phases, such as growling in my oldest’s case, will pass in time. More experienced parents know this all too well.

In one recent email exchange about Fly on the Wall with an awesome blogger who writes at Baking in a Tornado and has a high school senior soon to leave for college and another college-age son, I commented that I can’t imagine what it must feel like to have children at that stage, since it seems SO far off for my family. In response to my comment, she wrote, “Don’t blink!”

And it’s so true…just in the past few months, I’ve noticed some big changes in my kids, as they learn and grow and become somewhat more self-sufficient (translation = a little easier for mom).  Here are a few examples:

  • My son gave up his pacifier after 2.5 after chucking it in the car (paci #1) and I discovered holes chewed in one (paci #2). And we were worried it would never happen!
  • “I wanna be your baby,” said my son whenever he wanted to be picked up and snuggled. This happened mostly after bath time, when he wanted to be wrapped up in his towel and snuggled to dry off and warm up.  Now I still pick him up from time to time, but mostly when he’s hurt and crying. I miss hearing those sweet words in his little voice.
  • I noticed my 4.5 year old daughter teaching my son how to go down the stairs outside our house by himself.  It was a sweet moment!  I don’t always have to hold his hand when he goes down those stairs anymore, but I gladly will whenever he asks.
  • My daughter is becoming more and more comfortable around extended family.  At a recent brunch, she was hugging and talking with her great aunts and uncles. A FAR improvement from last year, when she growled at people and would cling to our legs.
  • Another sweet sibling story – big sister will sometimes help little brother buckle-up (both the big buckle and the smaller ones).  She can even tighten the buckle for him, though I have to double check her work.  One I didn’t, and my son ended up going for a short car ride with only the big buckle secured. Oops…they both still need mom after all!
  • Looking back at pictures I realize how BIG they’ve grown.  It’s often when someone else makes a comment on them, making me take a closer look and compare pictures to a few months ago.  Oh yeah…they are losing that baby-look and moving to the little kid-look. (sob. sob.)

In all of this, I want the emphasis to stay on little!  My kids ARE little – even if it will be for a short while.  I can hardly believe big sister will be starting 4 year old kindergarten in fall. Little brother and I will have some one on one time when she’s in her half day class.  I’m looking forward to all that lies ahead, while trying my best to soak up the joy and entertainment that each day brings with them (and getting all emotional as I write this post).

The biggest thing I’ve learned from parents who have been there before, is that I should worry less and simply enjoy more. I can’t think of a better lesson in parenting or life in general than that.

What have you learned from more experienced parents?  Have you also been told, “Don’t Blink?”

Cheers for Friday and a long Memorial Day weekend!  Make it a memorable one!

Fly on the Wall – Newbie Edition

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post.  As mentioned in my title, I’m a newbie at doing this group post.  I first came across it by following the entertaining posts from The Sadder But Wiser Girl.   Today 12 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

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First things first – a brief introduction to my dear family:

  • Me – (Cathy) or Mama O. – Mom / part-time Marketing guru
  • Daddy O. – my dear enginerd
  • Big Sister – 4 years old with some diva-like qualities
  • Little Brother – 2.5 years old, talkative train lover

For a visual, here’s one of my favorite family pictures from May 2013.

Big sister, Mama O, Daddy O, and Little Brother

The best family picture we’ve had in a LONG time!

On Toys / Keeping Track of Things

Me to Daddy O., “I wish we didn’t lose that wooden tongs for the toaster.”

Daddy O. – “And our marbles too.”  Ha ha.  We LITERALLY lost the marbles for the recently received Mouse Trap game.

Sibling Love / Randomness

Little Sister professes, “Mom, I want to marry my brother.”  To which I reply, “Well, I think you’ll change your mind about that when you get older.”  She was insistent, “NO, I do want to marry him.”  We went back and forth on this for sometime.  Isn’t that sweet though?

Big sister randomly, “Remember I am a Ma’am.” Yes, ma’am!

Upon learning to ride her new bike with training wheels, big sister declares, “You can’t laugh when you’re riding a bike.”  Good advice…and later she adds, “…or you can’t clap (when riding a bike).”

Big Sister exclaimed, “Mom, look there’s a spider on your head,” pauses for a short second, “April Fool’s.”  Me in reply, “You got me! Good one.”  A few minutes later she adds, “God and Jesus made April Fool’s.” Okay then.

Little Brother has frequently told me, “I want to be in a boy dance class with a boy teacher.”  He assumes this will be the case since he see his sister in an all girl dance class with a girl teacher.  Here they are after her dance class together:

My Ballerina Diva and her little brother "photo-bombing" her pic

My Ballerina Diva and her little brother “photo-bombing” her pic

An early morning conversation with little brother

“Mom, what’s that on your face?”

I explain, “a zit.”

“What’s a zit?”  (Hearing a 2 year old say that is really cute)

Realizing I need to elaborate, “It’s something people can get when they’re older.”

Little brother goes on, “When I’m three I’ll get a zit.”

“No, honey, older than three. When you’re a teenager.”

Little brother, “4?”

Me, understanding that teenager means nothing to him, “No.”

Little brother summing it up, “Somebody gets a zit and somebody cries.”

Me, “Sure.”  Sounds about right.

Daddy O. and Big Sister at Dinner

“Daddy, my mouth is like a vacuum!”

Daddy egging her on, “Oh so you’re sucking up food?”

Me, 5 minutes later, “What happened to your vacuum sweetie?  Where is it?”

Big sister explains, “It ran to Arizona.”  Obviously.

Offering a suggestion, I say, “You need a replacement vacuum or please eat with your regular old mouth.”

Big sister, “Vacuum!”  (and eating)

Me, “It came back from Arizona?!”

Big sister answers, “Yup, it zipped back; ran away from a coyote.”

A Regular Day in Little Brother’s Room

I tried turning on an old lamp that I didn’t want turned on and said, “Oh no, it’s broken.”  (actually it was unplugged).  Little brother offered, “It’s out of gas.”  Big sister butts in, “Lamps don’t use gas. They use electricity silly.”  Smarty pants!

On Name Calling / Misusing Words

Somehow Little Brother learned naughty names and called me “butthead” three times in one week.

Big sister said she had a “knick knack name” from a friend at school.

Big sister rather sternly to little brother, “You’re lying!”  Little brother adamantly screams, “I’m not a lion.”

As I’m reading an Elephant and Piggie book with Little Brother, he says, “He’s blowing water from his funnel.”  I explain, “Well, that’s a trunk on the elephant, not a funnel.  Do you have train on the brain?”  He just giggles!

Mama O. reading to a whole crowd on a play date.

Mama O. reading to a whole crowd on a play date.

Just between Moms

On a recent road trip and day of shopping with friends, we drove in my friend’s vehicle to pick up other mom-friends.  As they came to the vehicle, one said in all honesty, “Nice minivan.”  I cracked up, “Oh how our compliments have changed through the years.  We ARE Moms.”

Closing Thoughts

Upon shedding layers to finally enjoy Spring after such a brutal Wisconsin Winter, I felt some type of toy in my daughter’s lightweight jacket pocket.  I reached in to see what treasure lie in the pocket, and happily shared with my husband, “The marbles!  We’re not losing them after all.”

Cheers to keeping your marbles!  Read more fun Fly on the Wall posts by clicking on these links for a peek into some other homes: