Me (the Mom): Cole, where are you?
My 3-year-old, Cole: I’m in he-ere.
Me: Oh. Going potty?
Lucy: No going poo-poo.
Me: Do you need me to help you wipe?
Lucy: No. I do it by mysewf.
Lucy: I all done! (giggling) That poo-poo floats! It big like my head.
Lucy: Mama?! Does poo-poo have a birfday?
Me: Does poo-poo have a birthday???
Lucy: Does poo-poo have a birfday, Mama?
Me: No poo-poo does NOT have a birthday, honey.
Lucy to her big-sister, giggling: Wivia! Poo-Poo not have a birfday!”
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When a 3-year-old says “I need help!”, she is really saying, “Psych! I just wanted you to stop the very important task you were accomplishing. I actually really want to do this BY. MY. SELF. IdoitIdoitIdoit! I. DO. IT. BY. MY. SEWF! !!!!!”
Also, and most importantly, even though you know that her request for help is her own little science experiment to test the time-space continuum between you and her… offer your help anyway. For if you do not respond, she will turn into a tornado with fangs and talons. Or at least she will scream at decibels so high one’s skull could crack.
This behavior makes absolutely no sense, but that is how it is with a three-year-old. One other note, pray without ceasing.
Continue reading ‘Note to self: The age of “three” is not the “age of reason”… and whatnot’
After much consideration and with the generous permission of Kerry at Absolutely Bananas (because she started it!), I proudly share with you - Make Me Laugh Monday! as a regular feature here at Kerryonthespot.
I participated in Kerry’s MMLM for awhile, and then she stopped hosting it… and I missed it! Granted, I was not able to come up with something laughable EVERY Monday, so that will be my challenge in this new “project”. It’s one thing to come across something funny at random, but to know I need something every week… it’ll be a good challenge.
I had debated over whether to seek Kerry to copy and use the name of MMLM. I thot about “Tickle Me Tuesday”, but the fear of sick-o internet searcher-types quickly caused me to nix that title. My friend Casey suggested, “Funny Friday”… and I nearly went with that… but my heart was attached to MMLM. I mean, of all the days of the week - Monday is prolly the day we need a good laugh the most.
Now. Ya’ll know that Kerryonthespot, while named for it’s founder - Me (Jenny), is not all about Me. No. It has never been about Me. It is about You liking Me! In keep with my “All About You” theme, I want to cordially invite you to come and play along on Make Me Laugh Monday! Isn’t that fun? It’s an invitation to fun! Continue reading ‘Make Me Laugh Monday’
Whew. I made it. For some reason, sending my daughter off to 1st grade - a FULL day of school was terribly hard. It hurt. I ached. I cried. I felt silly. My son was headed to third, the wee one was tearing it up at preschool. With those two - we hugged and waved, but my heart-strings stayed intact.
But my 6 year-old little girl… so “old”, but still so young. All day? Really??? As I left the classroom her teacher put her arm around my shoulder and asked if everything was alright. As tears filled my eyes like water fills a just-flushed toilet I squeaked, “She is, but I’m not.” I walked into the pod and saw a fellow mom (whose daughter was in Cole’s morning kindergarten class last year), and she was also teary-eyed. We talked for quite awhile. It was good - otherwise I might have made my way to my car and fallen into a weeping pile of… weepness.
It’s not that Cole is “easy” or perfect… but she’s my girl. And as messy and relentless as she is, she’s my precious little girl who will be gone most of 5 of 7 days of the week. Is that right? I know…I’ll get over it, but if anyone wants to get a coffee with me tomorrow morning… I’ll be at… email me :)
In other “First Day of School News” - Continue reading ‘The first day of school - pictures and all!’
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way…
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
I wonder if Charles Dickens had any idea these words would be considered an excellent synopsis for describing the condition, “motherhood”. Literally - I have experienced The. Best. Times. I have experienced The. Worst. Times… Light and Dark… Hope and despair.
Mercy… holding my newborn babies for the first time - kissing their pink lips and counting all ten toes… That was when Heaven was at the edge of my lips… it was at the tips of my fingers. And within mere days I would “go direct the other way” as sleep deprivation took over. Nothing prepares one for this. Nothing. It is rite of passage… a very dark passage.
Continue reading ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…’
Me: *Scurry, scurry, scurry… Clean, clean, clean…*
Me: *Madly cleaning… scurry, scurry…*
Me, inside voice: “By 11 I want the kitchen “mostly” cleaned, a shower, dry my hair and get 10-20 more minutes of pantry organization done…”
Note: I started organizing my pantry 3 days ago. 3 full days ago.
Lucy (my 3 year old): “Oh! No!”
Continue reading ‘An example of why I (mothers) can never really get stuff done.’
I went to spin class today.
One of the Little Lifters child-care workers came to get me.
Tanget: I’m glad it was the end of class. I’d hoped to do a little arm strength and act a fool in the weight room, but I was content just to get summa my butt kicked and get my heart-rate up.
Lucy had an accident. Not an owie-accident. Nope. PEE.
I gathered Cole and all her wetness. Then I turned to one of the childcare gals, and apologized. I told her Cole has been so good lately. *sigh*
The gal (a fellow mom) replied with a smile,
It’s OK, I still have accidents too.
Bwaaaaahaaahaaaaahaaaaaa!!! We laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaughed…..
…and Cole dripped her way to the car.
The End.
I landed in Seattle around 10:30 last night. As I made my way to the baggage claim, I realized I was surrounded by airport strangers who just weren’t as excited to meet me as I was to meet them. Whut? I know! So, I saw fit that I have a little talk with myself as I came down from my BlogHer ‘08 high. Perhaps, I had overdosed - or at least gotten reeeeeeealy comfortable with extreme extroversion. So much.
Somewhere between the Newbie mixer on Thursday night and leaving the city of San Francisco Sunday morning, I became all too comfortable with saying “Hi!” in excitable ways, reaching out for hugs to warm-looking strangers and just striking up conversation with any-stinkin’-body, ‘cuz… That. Was. Why. Everyone. Was. There! Fear of rejection - No! OK, I might add that the evening mixers also included free liquor - nothing helps bring people together like a little drinky-drinky. I digress.
ANYwho… On the long walk for my baggage (literally, not figuratively) the following is the discussion that was taking place in my head… These types of conversations are especially easy to have when an individual has more than one personality:
Continue reading ‘Back from BlogHer. Back to reality.’
Today was The Last Day of School and it makes me feel old… aged… older… aging…. sad.
When my life evolved to the point where it made sense to have a baby, I pictured myself the mommy of a soft baby, with buttercream for skin. Forever. My daydreams never veered. The whole world was pastel and cooed… Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star was the theme song that played softly in my dreamy, baby mamma heart.
Imagine my surprise when I learned that lasted, like, a month.
Continue reading ‘Remember the Sunsets: The Last Day of School’
Take a little time to stop
and smell
and inspect
and pick
and stare
and generally lollygag around, about and IN
the flowers weeds.
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