Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Need I say more?


Today, it’s short and sweet.  Well, sweet wouldn’t be entirely true… or true at all.  I have a child.  Her name is Hanna.  I can tell you she is born of fire.  I can say she has more determination than most yet strangely she’s often lazy.  She has more fierceness however sensitive to a loving fault.  I might tell you stories and stories of what this child has put me through…daily.

I can tell you she has no idea how beautiful she is but that regardless of how she feels she tells you she is da bomb.

Hey, was your dad a terrorist?  Cuz you’re the bomb.
(Awesome pick-up line I’m sure it would work … every time)  wink

I remember when she was 6 she was looking at her school picture.  I was like okay Hanna put it down.  She, without looking up, said, “I can’t stop staring at how beautiful I am.”  Confident? Yes…

I can tell you how brilliant Hanna is and unfortunately cunning.  However as karma likes to play, her common sense is often tucked in her back pocket.  She is strong and has no filter, thoughtful and caring, easily entertained but thinks deeply.

She is a walking contradiction… but the only way you can really get it is to experience her.  Descriptions do not do this child justice.

Here’s a tid-bit of yesterday.  Is she inspiring?  Oh yes, she inspired this blog post; right after I choked on my own spit when I received these snap chats.

This was not yesterday's picture, I wasn't quick enough.  But I assure you I receive these distraught "gym" messages often.
 
See that's me being inspiring.  You know, giving that little drill instructor push.
Huh?  And you seriously just snapped me that?

Defeat.

Well, at least she feels bad about her choices... If I close my eyes and pretend.


Need I say more?


Enjoy your children, especially your teenagers.  Therapy is way to expensive these days to let them bother you.  wink


loves,
Pidg





Monday, April 29, 2013

Monday morning


Oh those girls of mine… Last night I don’t know what was happening but they were spun up like nobody’s business.  I’m talking loud… did I say loud?  I meant LOUD! 

Fighting then laughing then headlocks and chasing then we sat down again at the craft table and started looking for new music.  (I’m a slick mom I really know how to calm them down)  Lies.

Singing, then roaring laughter; yes I’ve trained the boys to sleep through anything.  Then “shut up!” so I made them do pushups.  I won!  I did 4.  Haha!

It made me think, what has happened to this body of mine?  Four pushups, really?  And by the third one I wasn’t quite sure if my arms were still propelling me upwards I was moving so slow.  Needless to say I’m surprised I can type this post.  (wink)

It was so funny to watch Moi and Hanna talk to each other.  They’re 18 months apart and you could not find a more night and day combination. 

What one likes the other despises.  What one thinks is funny the other stares with a solemn face.  Busy and I just sat back watching the entertainment. 

We’ve turned over an old leaf and started trying to take care of our bodies better.  Moi and I have been on the bandwagon a bit longer; me because of Celiac and her because of being a Vegetarian.  We’ve been eating fresh and healthier except for the occasional snickers I recently realized was gluten free.  (smirk)

But the other girls are ready too now.  We washed, cut and packed away a bunch of fresh produce last night and planned to exercise just for the mental health of it.  (Truly I’m hoping it will get out a little pent up aggression.  giggle)

If they keep saying shut up they will get really good at push-ups. (grin)



So today is Monday.  I don’t mind them so much as of late just like mornings.  They’re a necessary not-so-evil to me anymore.  Strange how your perspective (and taste buds) change throughout the years.  Yah, I just thought I’d throw that in there. 

Here’s to the sun peeking out from behind the rain clouds.  Girls with too much energy and boys that keep me grinning.

Happy week, and be thankful for those little leaves you keep getting to turn over.  (wink)

loves,
Pidg

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Lucky Mama


Moi got up at 2am this morning and started getting ready… until she realized what time it was and went back to bed.

I woke up at 2:38am and got up; almost went into the craft room because I couldn’t sleep.  I just ended up putting my headphones in and lay in bed thinking about one of my books.

Hanna woke up at 3am and started getting ready… Moi yelled over at 3:30am and pointed at the time, laughed then they went back to bed.

Was it a full moon or what?

So my parents ate some ‘bad Subway’ they think and didn’t get to pick up the girls for seminary so I woke up to all of my pidglets in the kitchen.  I sat there in the sea of not so little people and watched them.  They play off each other so well it’s hilarious.  Truly we would be a great and highly entertaining reality show. (wink)

As I made my way around the house making certain everyone was on task I started noticing all of my babies.  One of my girls is my height, another just shorter than me, and another taller.  The boys are in a close race.  Ethan comes to my forehead and Lil Man to my mouth.  Yes, I realize my height of 5’3” isn’t a huge goal to reach for but wow are they growing. 



I soaked up their laughter and silly jokes as I looked to Lil Man.
“Mama, will you go out with me?” he asked sweetly…
“Oh you mean like be your girlfriend?” I asked.
We all started giggling as he and I headed out to the bus stop…followed by Hanna.  I explained as he took off running to the end of the driveway that he races me every morning … and I trail behind watching him race me. (smirk)



Then here came Busy after us.  The three of us girls group hugged the smooshy, lovey most favorite Lil Man we all know as he ran to get on the bus; his bus driver smiling and shaking his head at the display.
Then I went in to round up the rest of them.  We clogged up the laundry room grabbing backpacks, lunches and begging them to wear sweaters to which Hanna replied, “Mama, Mother Nature will take care of me.”  (we still have frost in the mornings)

Oh that kid…



So the five of us waited at the end of the driveway for their bus to come.  Mr. Mike pulls up waving and each and every one of my kids (in high school and middle school) waited their turn for a hug and a kiss telling me they love me.  (Busy came back for a second smooch)  Then they boarded the giant yellow torture on wheels and waved and blew kisses out the window as Mr. Mike waved and laughed taking them off to their day.

I get a call from Bailey almost every day and if not a call I get snaps and texts... from my college pidglet... lucky Mama.



How blessed am I?  For all of the trial, arguing, battle of wills, I have teenagers and little ones that openly express their love for me.  They are growing so fast no matter how desperately I try to hang to these moments.  I love being their Mama.  I love the hardest job I’ve ever had without pay. 

The lessons I’m learning the patience I’ve gained along the way; the love I’ve experienced from them and witnessed them display to each other is so worth it. 

This coming from a woman who didn’t want kids. (smirk)  But I’ll take these 6 over and over again.  The crazy lil varmints that display the best and worst parts of me that genetics so equally distributed to them. 

Okay, I’m off to work on the shops… after I snap chat Hanna.  Ha!  Right on time, one just came through.

Enjoy your babies… I for one am still grinning.

loves,
Pidg

Monday, April 22, 2013

Snap Chats



Does anyone else snapchat or is it something I do because all of my best friends are teenagers? (that I happened to give birth to)
Hanna came home one day a few months ago and was determined to load the app on my phone.

Me:  NO Hanna that’s ridiculous.  I don’t need to send pics back and forth with you.
Hanna:  No Mama, they don’t stay on your phone they only last for a few seconds then they’re gone.
Me:  Still stupid, I’m not a teenager, you can just text me.

Needless to say by the end of the day I had a small icon with a ghosty on it… so I tried.

Oh, I am telling you now it is the most addicting thing.  Now I can send her pics with little notes… and yes, I realized you could screenshot them to save them.  So I did.  I get so frustrated when I miss it because unless you catch it, it's gone.  So the fun began (grin)

Hanna sends me pretty pics like this.


I send her pics like this.

Yes I woke up the pups for these glorious pictures.





You can send your emotions without too many words it's so awesome.  Like for instance when Hanna was being a turd and mad at me because I  took Moi to the airport to pick up Bailey...



It really gets your message across right? (wink)


Or like when Hanna was mad because these girls were being punks.  So I of course suggested that we "take em out".  





But then there are important times like when, we as girls, need to instantly show our new hair-dos.





Then there’s photo bombing… oh how fast they can snap those pics.




And sometimes we just sit across the craft table from each other snapping pics back and forth like when we're singing and dancing (wink)



But the most fun is the whatever times when you just feel like saying “hey”.



If you’re not snapping I highly recommend it, for all ages.  Okay fine, maybe I just need to grow up.  Not likely though (wink)  Comes in real handy for blackmail. (smirk)

Happy Snapping!

loves,
Pidg






Friday, April 19, 2013

Friday Funnies

So a dear friend of mine started blogging again.  I would throw in a link but it’s a private blog right now.  Anyway, after just the first two reads it left me realizing I needed to blog myself.  She inspired me.

I don’t really know why I do it.  A history, a journal, a funny recollection of what a goober I am?  I’m not really sure.  I just know it’s something I need.

And I’ve turned away from it… kind of like everything else lately.

I’ve been on LOA (leave of absence) from work since February.  It seems like an eternity.  The doctor finally took the choice out of my hands and told me enough was enough.  Okay so that’s not entirely true.  My body said it first, then my doctor wouldn't allow me to go back.  In all of my deepest and darkest thoughts I never really believed that my body, who has been with me since birth mind you, would turn its back on me. 

But it did.

Without details (you know how I feel about those) I just stopped; mentally and physically.  It was as if a switch turned off and I couldn’t turn it back on. 

Well, since then I have been taking small steps by candle light, still searching for the light switch.  They say I’ll find it.  I hope they’re right.

On to something I haven’t done in a while.  I sat here debating on what to write about and of course my brain started vomiting out so many thoughts I was forced to acknowledge there isn’t enough caffeine in the world to allow me to focus.

So, short and sweet, baby steps right?  I mentioned the past few months… now I’ll mention Friday Funnies.

Oh, how I miss those… and lately, I’ve been here for them. (wink)

Bailey

(Through text messages)

Bailey:  Oh, I feel awful.  I just want to go home and get in swear pants.
Bailey:  *sweat
Me:  I like “swear” pants better… as a matter of fact I wear them under my jeans every day.


Moi and Hanna

The girls were talking about jobs they would like…

Hanna:  I think we should go to Disney World and all be Disney princesses!  I want to be Ariel!”
Moi:  Naw, they might let you be a yeti.


Hanna

Through a deep discussion about someone who had wronged her…

Hanna:  I wish they would just die…
(No, she’s never been known to be dramatic)
Me:  Hanna that’s awful, stop saying that.
Hanna:  Fine, they should just stop breathing…
Me: (Look of crazy)
Hanna: (laughing)  Okay, just fall off a cliff..
Me:  (Still crazy look on my face)  Uhh.. and be seriously maimed or hurt?
Hanna:  I didn’t say that… the ending is unknown…


Ethan

Ethan:  Hey Mama, do you have a 6 pack?
Me: (borderline hysterical) Uhh no son, I used to though when I lifted.  Now it’s a keg.
Ethan:  Does Bill (Po) have a 6 pack?
Me:  Naw, maybe a 4 pack though. (grin)
Ethan:  Yah, I thought so… cuz I could tell he has a lot of flub on his stomach.
Me:  (???)  E, what does “flub” mean to you?
Ethan:  Oh you know it’s kind of like muscle…

Hmm… I wonder what he calls fat…


Lil Man

So Easter this year was just Po, the boys and me.  The girls went to Hawaii with their dad.  Believe it or not they couldn’t wait to get home.  (it’s all me, I’m sure.  Wink)

So, while Po had drifted off Lil Man did this to him.

 
Tiny lil crocheted hat I made for a doll.



Busy

Busy I am excited to say is on the insulin pump now.  So far so good… a few glitches seeing as how she has her Mama’s lack of coordination but other than that good…  So every 3 days I have to change her site.  I ran back into the room to get another and came out and she had cut off her tubing from the old site and had done this.  Of course I immediately snapped a pic to Bailey.


 I love the top right one where she has her old person face on.  Is that what I'm going to look like?  I mean will your eyes automatically just start opening mid-way?


Okay, that's it for now.  On a good note, all 3 of my shops are open again and today I'm making birds.

Happy weekend

loves,
Pidg