Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Don't These People Have Jobs

I am having one of those "want to stay at home" moments today. The weather is getting nicer and my babies are so hard to leave at daycare/school. They are so much fun and full of life and excitement. They have their bad days just like anyone else, but I just want to eat them up most of the time. They don't seem to be missing out on anything, they are healthy, well adjusted and excited to see The Husband or me when we pick them up at the end of the day. It is just hard 8 to 5ing it everyday. It makes me really cherish the time I do have with them. I savor their kisses, laughs and questions (with The Boy anyway).

Yesterday, out of the blue, The Boy asked me how Santa Claus gets his mail. I explained that the mailman gets it to him. "No our mailman," he clarified. Of course it has to be a different mailman with a plane or helicopter or some other flying device. We were talking out the postal process regarding Santa and then with all seriousness he asks, "Santa doesn't really have a mailbox does he?" I said, "Of course not, he has a big chute for all those bags of mail." That made sense to him. End of discussion.

These are the conversations I love. On the way to and from school, we get to the heart of those mind wrenching questions like does Santa have mailbox. What I don't understand is how this is the time I have with my kids and then on the way to school I can see all these people (many with kiddos), running, getting Starbucks, riding bikes, and just hanging out. Some of these adults do this everyday. I see them every day. In my mind, I ask myself, don't they work? Are all these people independently wealthy? Aren't we in a recession? How can these moms and dads drop their kids off at school in running clothes and talk about going to get coffee after drop off EVERY DAY, yet still afford to send their child(ren) to private preschool? Where do I sign up for that lifestyle? What do you mean you only work two days a week? What do you do exactly?

I know, it is a lot to be contemplating. Don't get me wrong, we are very blessed. And, I thank God everyday that The Husband and I have fairly stable jobs. Our kids have clothes, food, good health and toys (not a neccesity). We can make our mortgage payment every month. But, I still can't help but wonder how those folks do it.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Leaving on a Jet Plane

The family is getting ready to embark on a cross country journey to California. We are flying with two children under the age of five. Yikes! The Boy couldn't be more excited. He gets to fly on a plane and see the old people (that is what he calls his great grandparents). We leave in a few days and although I have made lists and been shopping, etc. I still feel unprepared. It must be all the anxiety of flying with a baby. I really am not that worried about The Boy. He can entertain himself a lot of the time. The Girl, however is in that stage where she has to be in constant motion. She isn't crawling yet, but will be any day. I can't really imagine what it is going to be like with her on my lap for four hours.

In preparation for our trip, The Boy has been reading and or watching anything to do with the ocean. We are headed to Northern California. For those of you that don't know, the Pacific Ocean is cold. I learned the hard way on my first trip thanks to The Husband. The Boy still thinks it is going to be okay for him to get in the water. I guess we will let him try it once. He watched to episodes of "The Magic School Bus" yesterday, one on mussels and the other on the corral reef. He has been reading his puzzle book about ocean animals. He keeps talking about sand castles and seashells. It is going to be an adventure.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I Stand Corrected

I was mistaken regarding the "tea pee" quote from yesterday. It was in fact my husband that said that phrase causing my son to laugh hysterically. It just goes to show you and prove what I never move past the age of 12.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

What Kind Is It?

Last night, the family booked it home from our walk because The Boy had to pee. It took us about 10 minutes to walk from our neighbors house down the street to our house. At this point, as most moms can imagine, everyone, including The Boy forgot why we tried to get home so fast in the first place. As I was taking The Girl out of her stroller, The Boy looked at me and said, "I have to go and I can't wait for you to unlock the door."

So, over he trots to the side of the yard, pulls down his pants and pees right there on our next door neighbor's fence before I have a chance to respond. This is his commentary:

"Oh, that is a lot of pee. It is water pee. Do you know why it is water pee? (He doesn't wait for us to respond...we think he is breathing in between sentences.) Because I had water for dinner. There are other kinds of pee. There is milk pee, juice pee and sometimes if it is a special night there is kool-aid pee. (He has had kool-aid once!)"

He finishes his business and we all walk into the house. As I walk to the bathroom to take care of my business, he yells, "Momma, you are going to have tea pee." And then he laughs hysterically because, my pee rhymes.

Christmas 2009

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