Goal: Live life to it's fullest between the scenic mountains & the scenic lake while dancing like no one is watching, AND LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
Friday, July 27, 2007
LAST FRIDAY IN JULY........................SIGH..........
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Funnies from Matthew
- This morning he told Eric and myself that he wanted to go to an Indoor Carnival that was Outside. I mentioned that Mommy can't drive far this week because Daddy's truck is broken and he is using my car for work. He said' It's not far Mommy". I said "What town is it near?" He mentioned a town in MA and then preceded to give us driving directions on how to get there. You take that road, go up that way, then go over there and take it the other way. I said"Oh". He said go on and find their site mom, GOOGLE IT!!!!!! (some lingo his tech support Daddy taught him)
- Earlier I had to drop him with my neighbor, really unexpected because his car seat isn't hooked up in my husband's truck. We had to take it out earlier in the week to go with Grandpa to Boston and out of site out of mind since then. I told my neighbor, I'll be back in 10 minutes. When I returned, Matthew and I were eating pizza when I asked him what did him and Grammy R (nickname for very close loving neighbor) talk about. He mentioned "The Patriots and Tom Brady". I said "OH? What did you guys talk about with Tom Brady?" He said he told her that his Mom loves him. (and I do, smart kid)
- This morning we were getting dressed while playing with his life size Elmo that Uncle M. gave him for his first Christmas. He likes when we pretend to be and talk like Elmo or Cookie Monster in Daddy's case. This morning I was Elmo and I said Elmo wants to see you put your shirt on all by yourself!! Yeah! Hi -5!! After he was dressed, Matthew told Elmo "Remember that time when we came to see you at Sesame Street(aka Sesame Place)! How come you wouldn't talk to me then?" Elmo said because there were so many kids around that he was overwhelmed and shy but that he did hug him and Mommy also made sure during the parade that we were not leaving without a hug from Cookie Monster. He said he remembers. Then he goes to tell Elmo that when he is shy- he needs to hold his nose and then hold his breath? (We are having problems with him learning and listening at the YMCA for swimming lessons). Elmo then told him that he will remember to do that if when he goes to swimming lessons, he listens and then learns from the teacher. He huffed and puffed and walked away.
- I have learned many a mom lesson from PBS. Caliou's(animated 4 year old little boy cartoon) mom in particular. She has it so pulled together with a husband that is also very impressive as a father to two little ones. Today she did something so simple. Acted like a robot with the remote control being the remote for the robot. We have been doing it now all day and he is having so much fun. Every time he says the word "Emperor moochjlere!!", I pretend it is the sleep mode and close my eyes and go limp like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. He has done his robot ABC's, counted to 10 and did a few gymnastic moves in between. We have done some robotic dances and songs. He is now in Emperor moochijere mode and I have to wake him up for more fun in the afternoon. It is a good way to spend the afternoon in an air conditioned house on a 95 degree day when you are housebound due to a broken truck, no car seat hooked up etc.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Remember When Wednesday - Imagination into Creation
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Sorting emotions- Summer Fun & Life - Life Past and Present
Wish the days of summer would last until mid winter so that most of our year could be filled with such good times.
In the past two weeks, Matthew has been to the Children's Museum in Boston, zoo, a drive-in, a couple beaches with friends, swimming in friends' pools, swimming (but not listening to the instructor) at the YMCA, play dates at our house and friends homes and over the weekend Grandpa came from PA via NJ through NY, CT, RI and then MA with a wonderful loving friend of his (and ours) who has a son who is a chef at a high end restaurant in Boston.
We had the wonderful opportunity to meet him on Sunday and his new nickname with us is Ratatouille. He loved being with his mom and just hanging out with us having steak on the new patio set and playing with Matthew a little. Eric liked having him around because he gave him some cooking tips. Not that he needs them. I need them. I told him he is welcome to come down anytime and we could barter his services of teaching me how to cook and then he could relax and have fun with us on our many adventures! Sounds like a good deal to me.
Matthew was funny when they were here. He was giving everyone a tour of his house, when he stopped in Mommy's room and pointed out my wedding pics. He mentioned that was when my Dad married my Mom and before I was borned. This was the first time he made this announcement. In the past when I tried to tell him why he wasn't in my wedding movie or in those pics, he didn't want any part of it because he felt left out. So I was happy that he was sharing this happy moment and even stating he realized it was before he was born.
The last few weeks I have really been having withdrawal from being with my Dad. For the past 39 years, it has been mainly me (other than my mom before she passed) as the woman in his life. I know that being his daughter is a totally separate entity of being my son's mom, so having that need to be with him is something I don't think I'll ever get over. We have just been there for each other for too long. My father grew up on a farm and to this day can plant anything anywhere and is very good at it. The newspaper in our town in PA a few years ago did a story on his 4-5 foot marigold's and 9 foot tomato plants that he claimed he just emptied out the water that he was boiling the spaghetti with. I have been craving his tomato's. And not just the tomatoes. What good are they if they aren't with him picking them and going in the house and putting some mayo and salt on some bread and making us both a sandwich so we can sit out on his porch and eat them? It's his company more than the tomatoes. He is an Italian father and his Italian/Irish daughter wants to have a sandwich with him and be in his company. I know more than anything how those years might not last forever and so making the most out of a tomato sandwich is one of the most beautiful things in life with him.
I have also been under mixed emotions the past week because today would have been my parents 42nd wedding anniversary. There were just too many years for me to ignore this date and not feel it in my heart. I let my father know that I was thinking of him in this regard today and he let me know he thanks me from Mom and him. I don't know of this date, the dates of her birthday and anniversary of her passing will get any easier as the years go on.
I just wanted to sort out though that separate from my parents anniversary, I am also blessed that he has found someone that is enjoying tripe with him, enjoying tomato sandwiches and enjoying life with him. I wish for all those that I love to know that take a bite of everything you eat and really taste it, look out your window and really see, open up your curtains and let the light and love shine in, and experience every adventure and absolute beauty that the world throws at you with open arms and open eyes and open mind. Don't close them because you might be really missing out on life.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Fantasy Friday - REALITY WITH BEST FRIENDS
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Remember When Wednesday - Ok I'm Back! - What Every 4 & 1/2 year old should know?
I was on a parenting bulletin board recently and read a post by a mother who was worried that her 4 1/2 year old did not know enough. "What should a 4 year old know?" she asked.
Most of the answers left me not only saddened but pretty soundly annoyed. One mom posted a laundry list of all of the things her son knew. Counting to 100, planets, how to write his first and last name, and on and on. Others chimed in with how much more their children already knew, some who were only 3. A few posted URL's to lists of what each age should know. The fewest yet said that each child develops at his own pace and not to worry.
It bothered me greatly to see these mothers responding to a worried mom by adding to her concern, with lists of all the things their children could do that hers couldn't. We are such a competitive culture that even our preschoolers have become trophies and bragging rights.
Childhood shouldn't be a race.
So here, I offer my list of what a 4 year old should know.
1. She should know that she is loved wholly and unconditionally, all of the time.
2. He should know that he is safe and he should know how to keep himself safe in public, with others, and in varied situations. He should know that he can trust his instincts about people and that he never has to do something that doesn't feel right, no matter who is asking. He should know his personal rights and that his family will back them up.
3. She should know how to laugh, act silly, be goofy and use her imagination. She should know that it is always okay to paint the sky orange and give cats 6 legs.
4. He should know his own interests and be encouraged to follow them. If he could care less about learning his numbers, his parents should realize he'll learn them accidentally soon enough and let him immerse himself instead in rocket ships, drawing, dinosaurs or playing in the mud.
5. She should know that the world is magical and that so is she. She should know that she's wonderful, brilliant, creative, compassionate and marvelous. She should know that it's just as worthy to spend the day outside making daisy chains, mud pies and fairy houses as it is to practice phonics. Scratch that-- way more worthy.
But more important, here's what parents need to know.
1. That every child learns to walk, talk, read and do algebra at his own pace and that it will have no bearing on how well he walks, talks, reads or does algebra.
2. That the single biggest predictor of high academic achievement and high ACT scores is reading to children. Not flash cards, not workbooks, not fancy preschools, not blinking toys or computers, but mom or dad taking the time every day or night (or both!) to sit and read them wonderful books.
3. That being the smartest or most accomplished kid in class has never had any bearing on being the happiest. We are so caught up in trying to give our children "advantages" that we're giving them lives as multi-tasked and stressful as ours. One of the biggest advantages we can give our children is a simple, carefree childhood.
4. That our children deserve to be surrounded by books, nature, art supplies and the freedom to explore them. Most of us could get rid of 90% of our children's toys and they wouldn't be missed, but some things are important-- building toys like legos and blocks, creative toys like all types of art materials (good stuff), musical instruments (real ones and multicultural ones), dress up clothes and books, books, books. (Incidentally, much of this can be picked up quite cheaply at thrift shops.) They need to have the freedom to explore with these things too-- to play with scoops of dried beans in the high chair (supervised, of course), to knead bread and make messes, to use paint and play dough and glitter at the kitchen table while we make supper even though it gets everywhere, to have a spot in the yard where it's absolutely fine to dig up all the grass and make a mud pit.
5. That our children need more of us. We have become so good at saying that we need to take care of ourselves that some of us have used it as an excuse to have the rest of the world take care of our kids. Yes, we all need undisturbed baths, time with friends, sanity breaks and an occasional life outside of parenthood. But we live in a time when parenting magazines recommend trying to commit to 10 minutes a day with each child and scheduling one Saturday a month as family day. That's not okay! Our children don't need Nintendos, computers, after school activities, ballet lessons, play groups and soccer practice nearly as much as they need US.
They need fathers who sit and listen to their days, mothers who join in and make crafts with them, parents who take the time to read them stories and act like idiots with them. They need us to take walks with them and not mind the .1 MPH pace of a toddler on a spring night. They deserve to help us make supper even though it takes twice as long and makes it twice as much work. They deserve to know that they're a priority for us and that we truly love to be with them.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Final Blog for a while
Thursday, July 12, 2007
5 years anniversary of those last "shots in the butt"
Asking for Prayers
Thoughts for Thursday- Moms & Wives in the media
All of us suffer from abuse whether partially the abuser or the victim. I know I have been guilty myself in many relationships including my marriage of behaviors that have caused harm to myself or those I loved. I know this is due to the fact that my heart or my soul might have felt victimized at the time. To those I hurt, I am deeply sorry and to this day am trying to walk forward with God in my life and my son by creating a family environment and creating positivity instead of negativity. I know relationships are hard and that for a team to work...all partners must be equal or it will never work.
For all of those mother's out there who suffer and all of those father's who suffer, the information on the page by Dr.Irene might be of some help. Click on Dr. Irene and it will bring you to the page.
In the meantime my prayers are to the families who have been victimized or who have lost someone by such a tragic and un-necessary loss and heat of emotions that just get entangled and can't get undone.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Remember When Wednesday- A memory created today
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU!
Take A Rat...Mix it with some sand and sun & YOU HAVE A RECIPE FOR FUN FILLED DAYS
It all started on Thursday when we decided to hang out around our house for most of the day. Matthew hadn't had a nap and around 4:30 pm he was running around like a chicken missing his head...he needed to sleep. I mouthed the words to Eric without saying them out loud that if he napped this late in the day, maybe we could try the drive-in again because Ratatouille was there.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Fourth Of July Madness on Cape Cod
But the weather changed our plans. Once we found out that it wasn't going to be nice, we decided to take Matthew to his first "real" fireworks where he really knew what was going on.
On Tuesday night we went with my neighbor and her grandson to a neighboring town and Matthew had a blast. And that was all before the fireworks started. A nice family brought free sparklers and "kid friendly" fireworks for any little kids running around the place where they parked there blanket. Matthew got to do his first sparkler. After it went out, his expression was "that's it". Now what?
I forgot my camera and it really is a shame. My neighbor bought him one of those light up swords they sell at fourth of July events and Matthew turned into Darth Vader. I tried to tell him he was Luke Skywalker that saved Princess Lea, but he wanted to be Darth. He was adorable regardless.
When the actual fireworks started, I got to hold him for a few minutes of snuggling and then he wanted to keep being Darth Vader with his sword. He was running around and enjoying being out so late. When the finale happened, it got his attention again for a few minutes but not like we had hoped.
Yesterday, we decided to head down to my sister-in-law's down the cape. It would be a family gathering and a cookout. We brought our swimsuits but never got to use them. By the time we got there, there was a unbelievable event going on for kids that we are happy that we went to.
The fireman were spraying fire foam into a large field and down a grassy hill for the kids to play in. There were a few problems with the location and craziness of the event. They should have had a few areas sectioned off for kids of different ages because they all were sliding down this one hill. Regardless of size, age. A few parents went down. The bottom of the hill was a grassy area that went to a concrete area. Once that hill got out of control the foam would be on top of that concrete which was dangerous in my eyes.
At first I thought because Matthew had just passed out in the car, that he would be afraid of all the chaos. Once he got his "piggies" wet and with Daddy's eyes and his little cousins going up the hill and playing, there was no stopping him.
At the top of the hill there was another more leveled area that he played in that I was able to breathe looking at him in. But then it was like a slow moving current. Just the different sizes of kids and the fireman blowing the foam, Matthew at one point got caught up right before my eyes in the mass of kids going down the hill. I almost jumped in after him, but was afraid because of my ankle and the slipperiness of the foam I would break my other one. I just panicked and froze. Eric was oblivious to Matthew going down because it all happened so fast.
Matthew gets up in between a million kids at the bottom of the hill and he still at that point only had foam up to his waist. He walked away and decided that from now on he was doing it again and again! He even went up the middle from the bottom of the hill a few times, like a fish swimming against the current and Thank You God that he didn't get hurt. He had a blast and the worst boo boo at that point was a bump on his chin.
Later on he would get a few more playing with Daddy on a big ball at his Aunt's house, but considering that he gets a few a day now mostly on his legs, it was like a normal day.
We all had a good time, but then the weather got cooler and rainier so we never got to the ocean.
We'll have to go back again soon.