Woke up at 2:00AM and discovered that my king size bed was occupied in the following fashion, starting from left to right.

1. The cat – stretched out in order to “spoon”
2. Me – awkwardly on my side in order to accommodate both cat and child
3. Lucy – sleeping with both arms spread eagle and ON TOP of the covers (thus preventing me from using the covers)
4. Max – sleeping horizontally with his head next to Lucy’s and his feet on David’s neck
5. David – awkwardly sleeping on his side

In addition we had 4 blankets, 6 pillows, 2 pacifiers and 2 teddy bears. In the meantime, we had 4 empty couches, 2 empty twin beds and 1 vacant crib. And people wonder why I have chronic back pain and I’m just a WEE bit grumpy in the morning.

Me: Lucy would you like to go to school?
Lucy: No
Me: You’d get to play with other little boys and girls and learn all kinds of new things
Lucy: Yes, but all the mommies leave their kids there for a REALLY LONG TIME and I would miss you. I love you and want to be with you.
Me: I love you too sweetie but I think you would have fun with all the other little kids
Lucy: But they would ask me questions and I wouldn’t know ANY of the answers.

(editor’s note: the irony of this statement is that the reason why we HAVEN’T sent her to preschool is because she already knows everything they would teach her there and has almost mastered Kindergarten)

Me: OH Lucy, not true. You would know lots of answers and even if you didn’t that is what school is about — learning new things.
Lucy: But I don’t know how to count to 100. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO COUNT TO 100!

(editor’s note: I think this was for impact so I would realize how important a skill this really is).

Me: Well, no need to worry about it now. You have another year before you’ll need to go to school
Lucy: When I’m older?
Me: Yes
Lucy: Yeah, because I’m not tough enough to go to school yet. I need to be A LOT stronger and A LOT tougher

(editor’s note: has she been reading the newspaper reports about the public schools lately?)

The Law of Threes

If you have children under the age of 7 everything spoken must be said three times. For example; “Max put your shoes on. Get your shoes on. PUT YOUR SHOES ON NOW!” It is also important to note that the intensity of the spoken word increases with each repetition. This is also true of the children. For example; “Mommy can I have a cookie? Mommy I want a cookie! COOKIE NOW!” Although not scientifically proven, it seems that by repeating any request three times it greatly increases the listeners ability to hear it. I wonder if this would work with husbands too? Hmmm.

Pavlov’s Law of the Phone

Pavlov discovered that he could train dogs to salivate upon hearing a bell in the anticipation of eating. In any home across the United States Mothers have achieved the same success with their children and the telephone. Even normally angelic children who would never even consider disobeying Mom suddenly find large heavy objects to throw at each other upon hearing the phone ring. Although misbehavior is one reaction to the sound of the phone others include, endless questions, the need to use the potty, or a request for food and/or drink. To combat this phenomenon mothers have learned to separate certain processes within their brains which allows them to simultaneously administer a “time-out” and make a doctor’s appointment. This behavioral reaction can sometimes also be observed with the sound of the shower running.

The Law of REM

The deepest stage of sleep is called REM, or rapid eye movement, this is the time that is the most restorative, and healing to the body. This is also the stage of sleep that most mothers have not experienced since before they were married. It has been scientifically proven that all children will wake up crying, or need of the bathroom at approximately the time that mothers enter REM sleep, thus causing them to never feel the restorative power of sleep. This can also be observed with snoring husbands.

Act I

David: Hey, one of my vendors gave me two tickets to go see Colbie Caillet and John Mayer at the Starplex. It is for tomorrow night. All you have to do is get a babysitter.
Me: ALL I have to do is get a babysitter? Why didn’t you just ask me to make the Earth stop moving?

Act II

Me: Is it my imagination or are animated animals playing around Colbie Calliet’s feet every time she sings?
David: Yeah, she is soooo “Summer 08”.
Me: I feel like this concert should be called “Suburbia Has A Night Out”.

Act III

John Mayer (without shirt and with 6-pack abs): OOOOHHHH DALLAS!!!
Me: DUUUUDE!!
David: HE’S FREAKIN’ AWESOME!!
Drunk Lady: IS ANYBODY SITTING HERE?
Me: I THINK I’M IN LOVE
David: ME TOO
Drunk Lady: I’M JUST GOING TO STAND HERE OK?

Act IV

Me: I CAN’T HEAR AT ALL! I HOPE WE DON’T GET PULLED OVER?
David: WHY? YOU DIDN’T DRINK?
Me: WHAT?
David: I SAID, YOU DIDN’T DRINK?
Me: I KNOW I DIDN’T DRINK. WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT?
David: OH FORGET IT!

Act V

David: So much for leaving the concert early to beat traffic. Ugh, we’re going to be here forever
Me (driving): Let’s turn down this street – I think I can cut over.
David: I don’t think that’s a street.
Me: Sure it is, why would they have “no parking” signs?
David (as the street gets narrower): Yeah, this is a sidewalk.
Me: Um, yeah I think you’re right. Please don’t tell anybody I was sober and drove on a sidewalk.

About three months ago I convinced my sister to go on a diet with me. My sister begrudgingly agreed. We started with small goals like “lets go a week without bread” and it spread to “I’m walking every day this week”. Well, 12 weeks later and my sister has lost 13 pounds and I’ve lost 6 (I know my 6 is not very impressive but I’m only trying to lose 20 total so that is like 1/4 the goal so ease up). We haven’t really used a plan but we have discovered the power of accountability. I can’t lie to my sister. I mean I could but she’d just call me a liar and then I would know I was busted so it is kind of pointless. During this time we’ve attracted other people who would like to join our circle of support and craziness. So many others that we launched a new blog; Chasing The Scale.

We don’t have any special secrets and we don’t have any special plan. We are just sharing our challenges, our successes, healthy food and recipes we like and supporting each other and our readers. Getting you and/or your family healthy and staying healthy is challenging and unless you were born with a natural hatred for food it is an uphill battle most days.

I invite you to check it out. It is a young blog but we would love your support, input and ideas. Keep your eyes open for blog carnivals (I want to do a healthy recipe carnival) and great product reviews and give-a-ways.

You can’t explain the difference between little boys and little girls unless you have one of each. When Lucy was born everything she did was “sweet”, “precious” and “adorable”. After Max was born more of my sentences included comments like, “what a toot!” or “he just seems to be so angry”, or “If he doesn’t get his way he throws a fit”. It was obvious right away that raising a boy was going to be different. Max throws. Max hits. Max bites. Max has tantrums. Max breaks things. Where Lucy never dreamed of even thinking about the crystal cabinet, Max was instantly drawn to it. Where Lucy would never consider disobeying, Max willfully breaks the rules.
Max has a different hug from Lucy, AND THAT is why I love my son. Lucy loves me and she hugs me but it always feels as if it is from fear, insecurity, wanting to feel she belongs. Max hugs me because he very purely loves me. He loves me in a deep, sincere, “I want to eat you up and that is why I bite you” kind of a way. I am his first true love and I feel that in his hugs and kisses. Yesterday when he grabbed both sides of my face and started kissing me all over in a frenzy of love I sat in that moment for as long as I could.

Soon enough Max will fall out of love with me and those kisses and adoration will be given to another person. A girl – a girl who has no appreciation of what she is receiving. And when he takes those brave steps towards his first kiss my heart will break. Don’t get me wrong, I will be sad when Lucy grows and starts leaving the nest too, but in a much different way. I’m raising Lucy to be a strong woman, to not make my mistakes, to make her own mistakes. But with Max it is all about teaching him how to love. If I do it right, he will be a wonderful husband and a wonderful father and that will be because he loved me first, he hugged me first, he kissed me first.

Thank you to Scribbit for the idea. Here goes my entry into the Write-Away Contest

Today is August 1st. This means I have exactly 24 days until school starts and if I’m being honest even less than that since I still have class prep to do. That’s less than a month – actually closer to 3 weeks. I will admit that I’m looking forward to school starting. I love being with my kids but there is a reason why I work part-time. I’m not an inherently patient person (although some people disagree). After spending seven weeks with my children who require every ounce of patience and creativity that I have to give (16 games of “Go Fish” later) I’m ready for a break. Even if that break means spending 4 hours with 18 year olds who don’t understand why you can’t use words like “suck” in a formal academic paper. I know this may sound selfish or ungrateful. However, I think the most important part of being a good parent is knowing your self and your limitations. Mommy is a tough job and like any other job we all have weaknesses and areas for improvement. I know that I am a more patient and interesting and attentive mother when I get that little bit of time out of the house.

In the next three weeks I will once again put on my teaching togs and return to the classroom and by November I will be complaining about my teenage students. And all of you will be reminding me of how eager I was to be there in the first place.

I love eating macaroni and cheese, the Kraft variety, thick & creamy to be specific. I always have. While most of my friends got sick of eating mac & cheese in college I never tired. However, there is one thing about making mac & cheese that I’ve never understood. The tab on the side of the box that says “To open push here”. Really? Because out of the hundreds of boxes of mac & cheese I’ve made this has NEVER worked, Not once. I’ve always ended up just ripping the top off and there you go. Has anybody gotten this little contraption to work? Ever?

I also really love fruit butters. Apple butter, pear butter, peach butter and sweet potato butter. Yes, that is right sweet potato butter. I love it. It is this lovely combination of smoothy, fruity, tastiness that just makes your mouth feel cozy. David recently returned from a trip to California and brought this little jar of goodness back for me to enjoy. It’s from “Honeywood Farms” and as bread toppings go it is pretty low in calories, fat and sugars and it is fabulously yummy.