J went out early this morning (“before the sun come up” in his words) with Husband. They went with a couple friends and had J’s first fishing trip. J was so excited.
When they got home, J shouted “Mom! Come see!” He then talked my ear off about the boat, the lake, and mostly about the fish they caught.
That’s right between J and Husband they brought home two rainbow trout. And they are right now being smoked on our grill! Yum.
J can’t wait to go again. He already asked Husband to go tomorrow (which work won’t allow,but maybe next week).
I had a great childhood. I had/have two loving parents that are amazing role models. They guided my sister and me with strong Christian values. They allowed us to make our choices then experience the joys and punishments due to those choices. They are there to give advice to the questions we ask. They taught me that a husband and wife have to hold a common front, make sure kids treat the other with respect, and to keep the love alive despite demanding careers.
I am trying my absolute best to give my kids an awesome childhood. I want then to look back and remember a happy, loving childhood. I want then to feel that Husband and I were always there to guide, to comfort, and to give them wings to fly.
But back to the flashback story…. As a kid, my best friend and I would line up all the snails we could find in the lilies in my backyard. I was not afraid of their slimy goo and go messes. My flashback came when J picked up a snail the other day. I sat back and watch this unfold:
J- pick up snail and turn it over to view the body
Me- “Buddy, do you remember what that is?”
J- “Yup. A snail.” Proceeds to jab the poor snail in the antenna and giggle when the snail retracted into its shell! When the snail felt safe to come out again, one antenna then the other, it was met with another swift poke from J. He once again giggled, this time calling to E to “come see”. This-appear, poke, disappear-cycle happened a couple more times.
Me-“Buddy, I think the snail is done playing. Why don’t you put him on the tree stump?”
J- “I’m not” and poke again.
I had to keep from laughing and then prodded again that the snail was done playing and that it was time to go inside for breakfast. J sighed and then set the snail on the ground by the tree stump. As he walked inside, J asked “play again tomorrow?”. Lucky for the snail, it managed to crawl under the bash before J could get his fingers ready to poke again the next morning.
It was humorous to see J discovering the snail much like I did as a kid without my showing or telling. Flashbacks are exciting because maybe that means one day J will have his own flashback and remember a happy childhood.
Now G might be teething or she might not. She has been more cranky and finnicky than before. She doesn’t have red gums or white spots of tooth pressure. But she has been gumming the daylights out of pretty much anything within reach. So maybe it’s teething, maybe it’s exploring and getting frustrated she can’t move as she wants, or maybe she is getting to that age where she wants nothing else but to be held and gum on a toy.
Whatever it is, it is ten times more difficult to tend to with the boys needing attention too. I have found my best defense is a consistent schedule (so I know if it is tired/hunger related cries) and this. Miss G gets a taste of new foods while teething to her hearts content.
G teething away on fresh yummy apricot
It keeps the fruit or vegetable or whatever food contained. No bugs chunks breaking off and choking her. Just mashed food and juice that can get through the mesh.
It worked for J and E and now for G. And that is sweet relief for this mommy.
**I was not paid or given anything for telling you this. I simply love them for my babies and thought I would pass that on.
Back in January, after I got clearance to resume exercise, I agreed to do the Survivor Mud Run with Husband. I needed a goal to work out towards. I know myself and my love for food. I needed a goal
other than getting back to pre pregnancy weight/health to push myself to work for.
So we survived. I met that goal (plus a couple bonus goals of ten pounds lost and back into a smaller size jeans!) But now I have make a new goal and deadline. So I have officially registered for the foam run on Sept. 8th. I am doing with a cousin and her teenage son. It will be interesting and fun. I also looking forward to it with it being more family oriented-means the kids can come, hang out, play in the foam pit, and of course tell mommy how muddy/foamy she got.
And on tougher note/goal: lose another 10-15lbs and tone up things. I just want to be confident in how my body looks.
I was looking online at different preschool blogs and I came across this. I thought what she calls cloud dough would be a good quiet-ish activity the boys could do while I cooked dinner.
I did change it a little;as I used vegetable oil in place if baby oil. Knowing E isn’t quite out of tasting things yet I wanted something non toxic. Also I called it sand dough because I used whole wheat flour which made the texture of it more like perfect sand castle sand.
E would bury his truck and then drive it out and around the tray.
J would gather the sand up and build ramps for his truck to jump and smash. After a good 45 minutes I asked if he was done or if he wanted to continue playing-he kept playing. J kept answering “keep playing” for another 20-30minutes until I finally had to take it away
so you know he could eat the dinner I had been making with the promise of play tomorrow.
I was pleased they liked it so much. The other thing I would change is maybe putting them at the outside table because the mixture went everywhere-including all over my freshly nipped floor. Oh well, guess too clean of floors are overrated if it means learning is going on. 😉 Right?!
I wouldn’t say that I am addicted to coffee. I do like it in my wake up routine and so I usually have at least one cup of coffee while the boys eat their breakfast. It is rare for me not to have one. I don’t get excruciating headaches when I don’t have that morning caffeine
just a tiny one.
This morning my coffee gave me a little love back
besides caffeine to wake up from J and G’s early wake up call:
It knows just how much I love it 🙂
A few weeks ago we had opportunity to have a short getaway. And this is honestly one of the reasons I love California the most. We are so central to so many climates that we can choose between visiting the snow one week and going to the beach the next. This particular getaway we decided on Monterey.
Monterey holds a special place in my heart because it is one of the first day trips I did with husband back when we were dating. We have gone back a few times since and each time we love it. It is the kind of place we would love to retire at. The beach, the weather, the history of the buildings…oh and the food. The food is so good.
But back to the main point. We were able to do a short getaway. We had a room overlooking the sand dunes with access to beach. Just short of ah-mazing. The boys played in the sand in his own way. E jumped right in walking with Husband, digging away, and picking seaweed up.
J on the other hand was cautious but once saw everyone else having fun, jumped in and loved it. He even splashed into the water up to his waist. He didn’t want to leave.
Miss G had her first ocean and sand between the toes experience. She dug her toes in and kicked the water.
Overall it was an awesome trip. I can’t wait for another getaway like this.