Archive for Month: March, 2008
Project 365 (221/365)
Crazy Monday = Late Dinner
Late Dinner = Late Bedtime
Late Bedtime = Tired Mama
Tired Mama = Grrrrrrrrr!
Taken with handy-dandy cell phone!
If You Are Reading This Right Now (3pm – 4pm EST)
A dear little boy, at our Karate school, is having surgery today. He’s had a bunch of ailments and the president of our Booster Club has called for families of the Dojo to pray, a prayer chain.
So, if you are a praying person, would you mind saying a prayer for him, along with us this hour. Please pray for Noah, his mother, his father, and his brothers. Thank You.
Best Shots: Mother of the Year!
This morning for Mikey’s birthday I made muffins.
Blueberry and Banana Nut —both with CHOCOLATE CHIPS added in!
Mother of the Year
Davey the Ham Bone
Weekend Update
On Friday Davey turned 15 months old. Seriously. F I F T E E N months. How does that happen? Today I saw a little four month old, as my big boy toddled around, and I thought, “My Gosh, it was not that long ago.” Then again, it was that long ago. Time passes and it’s pertinent to remember as much as possible. That’s a hard task, too, because I’m certifiably an old woman now. I have gray hairs to prove this, yo.
This child is amazing. Maybe because he’s mine, but he’s amazing. His vocabulary is picking up and he’s even more steady on his feet now. He actually walks in circles, backwards, bends over, plops down, gets back up, rolls, does “The Superman”, you name it, he does it!
He loves cars and trucks. Does it have wheels? If yes, Davey wants it. He studies how things roll and prefers to put his toys on the kitchen table to roll them off. He doesn’t care if his tootsies get hurt. He doesn’t care about any black eyes that may be incurred. He’s rough. He’s tumble. He’s amazing.
A couple weeks ago he went up to Sadie, as she was lying on the floor, and patted her quickly and said, “Goooo Guuuurrr”. Everyone is a “Gooooo Guuuuuurr” now. He’s also signing–full time–about play time. We’re now working on the manner signs like please, thank you, more, all done. He also knows what a star is. It melts my heart, when he’s in bath, and I ask him to find me the star. He looks around, reaches for the ball, pulls his hand back, thinks, and then reaches for the orange starfish.
Tonight, after bath, I set him down to play. Benny was watching Veggie Tales (End of the Silliness) and Davey was content to roll his matchbox cars around. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the canvas book bin. He high-tailed it to the fireplace ledge, propped up, and one-by-one he chucked books and dvd’s out. He did this until the bin was almost empty. When, all-of-a-sudden, he found it: another matchbox! Not just any matchbox, it was his favorite, The Hummer. He probably put it in there and remembered, in his moment of play. What was that word I used? OH! Amazing, that’s it!
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On Saturday I had no intention of going over to Maureen’s house for a final good-bye, but I did. We chatted briefly and then she said that if I had wanted to come out so that her hubby could say “bye” to the kids, that would be great. So, at 4pm we went over. They were still working and time was ticking, so we didn’t stay more than 40 minutes. No tears. They were too busy to shed them and I was thankful that my last goodbye was a hug, a kiss, and an “I Love You, Good Luck, and Safe Travels”. I wish my dear friend nothing but the best in her new endeavors in life, as she builds a life in a new city, in a new home.
Afterwards I stopped at Kroger and got some chicken wings. I had been craving them and since I’m detoxing off sugar and carbs chicken wings are on the menu! We got home, I made dinner, played some with Davey, played some with the kids (on Webkinz), and then we ate. Bedtime was a bit later than usual, but it still had to be prompt as we had plans for early Sunday morning.
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At 9:30am we were in the van and ready to go. A week, or so, ago my neighbor (the one that I am forging a friendship with) invited me to church. We [MySpace] messaged about it and it sounded like something that I needed at present. I’m a Christian. I believe and love my spiritual relationship with God, but in recent years it’s fallen to the wayside (again). I don’t pray like I used to, I don’t learn like I used to, I just don’t. I figured that this would be a good way to re-establish that part of me.
It. was. amazing. And, so unlike anything I know or have known. I’m a Macedonian Orthodox girl and I don’t know anything other than the Liturgy that I’ve grown up with. Nothing more that the chorus songs my mom sings so sweetly on Sundays. No more than what I’ve taught myself about different aspects about God and Jesus. I’m actually really clueless and unfortunately our church didn’t do much of a job in teaching my generation about customs, beliefs, and what-have-you. So, this is good.
Today two high-school girls chose to be baptized. Wow. It was such a brilliant thing to witness that I cried. I let the tears stream down my cheeks as I watched these girls and heard their words.
“Wow, that got me,” I sighed.
“It gets easier every week,” my new friend reassured with a gentle pat on my arm.
I hope she’s right. No, actually, I know she’s right. I think this is the start of something. The kids had this light in their eyes and it was beautiful. We’ll be back next week, for sure.
Afterwards I asked my friend if she and her kids wanted to accompany us for lunch. Today’s Mikey’s birthday and I had promised him a lunch at a restaurant of his choosing. He chose Ruby Tuesday. Lunch was awesome. We sat next to each other, talked, enjoyed our lunches and even got a compliment about our kids. That’s seven kids (ages 10, 9, 8, 7, 3, 15 months, and 14 months) between us. The compliment was so greatly appreciated and validating. I praised all of the kids immediately.
Once we were out of the restaurant the kids and I headed over to the mall. ‘Webkinz Insanity 2008′ continues. This is in direct relation to the amount of money that is received for birthdays. I doubt I’ll cut them off, either. Webkinz are small enough not to be annoying and they just adore playing with them. Even Mikey still likes them and he’s 10 now!
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Speaking of which…. DUDE, I have a kid that is in his double digits. What the flippity-flip-flop?
I remember a time, sitting in that old dining room of our house in Cheektowaga, at the computer desk, looking at these little toddlers of ours. They were holding sippy cups, singing Blues Clues, and asking for crackers. I sat there thinking that I had forever. I felt like they’d be that young forever, not really knowing–completely–how fast it would go. Now here I am and my eldest is one decade old. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, really.
This boy, though, is something else. He’s the ten year old version of his baby brother (or maybe his baby brother is the 15 month old version of his ten year old brother). He’s amazing. Last week I got four compliments on him and his character. One, in particular, was from one of his teachers at Co-op.
“Mikey, can you help me with this?” I called.
“Sure, Mama!”, he replied.
“Mishelle? He’s yours?”, ask the pretty blond woman from Sweden.
“Yes, he is; he’s my eldest,” I retorted.
“Well, he’s a brilliant boy,” she gushed. “I just love him. He’s so smart, prompt with his answers, he completes all his work, and is very well mannered,” she continued.
My face almost burst from the smile that came on. I think my heart almost did, too. Like, I know he’s a cool, righteous, awesome, class-act kid, but to hear it in those terms, my gosh, I beamed. That’s Mikey, though, and that’s what makes him special. He’s got this quality about him that just makes you like him. He’s also responsible, caring (well, sometimes not so much to Livey and Benny, but they are siblings and I hear this is normal), attentive, and just an all-around-good boy. I know the next ten years will be very different, but I know that when I write about his 20th birthday I will write a lot of the same positive things. That’s who he is and that’s why I’m lucky to be his Mama.
Happy 10th Birthday Mikey!!! We love you more than you can imagine…
Project 365 (220ab/365)
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
—Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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