I don't starve my children!

I know it's been a while but I had to share this...

We rushed home from school today.  We have yet another softball game, that I hope won't get rained out!  Anyhow, as we run through the door, go through backpacks and such the girl yells "Mom, I need a snack."  I told her no as I was getting dinner ready as we spoke.  Healthy no but ready in a pinch yes, yummm hotdogs in a crescent roll.  She looked at me with pleading eyes and an exasperated look on her face and said "Mom, I'm literally starving to death!"  I couldn't help but grin and send her off (without a snack) to get her uniform on....dinner will be ready by the time I finish this blog. :)

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I was subbing in a 5th grade class last week.  I introduced myself as I normally do.  I like to tell the classes I'm in a little about myself.  I always lead off with my name and some information about my 2 kiddos.  Two girls in the class started to giggle so I asked them what was up.  One announced that her brother was in my daughter's class and he "liked" her.  The other little girl made a similar announcement on her brother's behalf.  I smiled and told them that was great, the girl can always use more friends!  They both giggled some more and said, "no, they don't like her, they like like her."  They really made it difficult to turn around!  I announced "the more friends the better!"  I then switched subjects pretty darn fast! 

She kissed him!

I had the pleasure of subbing in my kids school yesterday.  I was in Kindergarten which means I got to go to the playground at the same time the boy did.  He was waiting to go on the monkey bars and I was standing next to him, he leaned down and gave me a kiss.  I overheard a little girl from my class whisper to another little boy, "she just kissed him on the lips!"  I laughed out loud and then informed her that he was my little boy.  She looked confused for a minute then it hit her.  She then looked at me and asked, "is that why you kissed that little girl in the cafeteria?"  I tried to stifle my laughter as I said, "yes, she's my daughter."

The storm

We have all laid in bed at one time or another watching the flashes of lightning and counting...one Mississippi...two Mississippi...and waiting, three Mississippi for that big clap of thunder.  It tells us how far away the storm is.  As a parent I no longer count for the storm, I count for the kids.  If I'm lucky enough to be awaken by a clap of thunder I begin my count, one Mississippi...two Mississippi...and listen...three Mississippi, for the patter of little feet, the timid voice next to my bed "Mommy the thunder scared me" and then the warm little body that climbs in as close as he or she can get just to feel secure.  I have to admit, it's one of my favorite mommy moments.

I picked the girl up from a playdate the other day.  She looked very worn down so once we got in the car I asked her what was up.  She looked me straight in the eye with a scowl on her pretty little face and informed me that her friend had "pissed her off."  After I tried to stifle my laughter I explain that she couldn't use that term.  She said with such energy "mom I don't care, she did!"  I have to admit that even though her choice of words were not exactly the best, I was glad she was able to express her feelings....right?

Love notes

I think of my kids many times during the day, mostly on my own and sometimes with help from them.  They leave little reminders of themselves all throughout the house to remind me how much they love me:

• shoes on the steps for me to trip over
• an un-rinsed bowl to scrub the cereal out of once they're off to school
• a lunch left behind on the counter so I get to have one more visit while dropping it off at school
• books left around the house for me to sit on 
• clothes that are inside out for me to fix after the 2nd load of laundry
• and oh so many more things...

I love my children so very much and everyday they leave there little "love notes" to remind me how much they love me.

Patience

On the way home from a friends birthday party the boy declares, "Mom why didn't you tell me to go potty, I've got to go now."  I must add to this story that we are only about 2 minutes from the party and it's raining outside.  I got really angry and told him it was his responsibility to go to the bathroom when he had to go.  The girl, who is sitting behind me, says "mommy, take a deep breath and count to 10, you'll feel much better."

We stop at a McDonald's, run in and out and are on our way in no time.  The boy has a sad face and says, "I'm sorry mom"  I felt horrible!  I told him it was okay.  The girl pipes up, "you feel better cuz you counted to 10 mom!"  Of course it would take a 7 year old with very little patience to teach me some!