Friday, September 25, 2009

Because That's the Kind of Mom I Am

Wednesday was Elijah's birthday. It was a nice day. We had play group (which is my life line and keeps me sane) and so we brought cookies to share with everyone. Israel and I went through old toys and found some of Israel's toys that he cold give to Elijah for his birthday. For dinner we had soup. And instead of cake - which would have been too messy for Elijah anyway - we had cookies and sang Happy Birthday - Elijah enjoyed clapping and screaming along with us. And I had my camera with me for all those events and didn't take a single picture. So even though you can't see all the fun that was my son's first birthday, please know that it was a good day for him. I promise I'm a good mom. I think when my parents come in 10 days, we might celebrate again with pie and ice cream, because my family does pie instead of cake. And then I'll take pictures. Because even though I know that Elijah doesn't know the difference if we celebrate or not, someday he'll ask, "Mama, what did you do for my very first birthday? Was it something spectacular that shows just how much you love me and how important I am to our family? Did you take lot's of pictures so I can physically prove my existence is treasured?" To which I will be able to lovingly answer, "Of course, my dear."

Hugs & Kisses from Charmaine

Friday, September 18, 2009

It's That Time of the Year Again

The leaves are turning colors and the high school band is out marching the streets of my neighborhood. Actually, it's mostly just the drum line. We follow their march.
They do a loop through the neighborhood and when we make it back to the high school, Israel loves to watch the whole band march through the field. I love living here.

Hugs & Kisses from Charmaine

Sunday, September 13, 2009

And the Award For Worst Mother of the Year Goes to...

Charmaine for her performance in Wal-Mart yesterday.

Picture, if you will... I am at Wal-Mart with my two boys, 4 year old Israel and nearly 1 year old Elijah. Elijah is buckled in the cart because I really don't need a head trauma right now and Israel is running up and down the aisles because this is Wal-Mart and I'm running low on shame. About halfway through shopping Israel tells me he has to go "poo-poo on the potty." So I take him to the back of the store and he tells me he doesn't have to go anymore. After checking and asking a couple of times, I determine he really doesn't have to go anymore and I finish shopping. As I'm standing in line, Israel starts again, "Mama, I have to go poo-poo on the potty."

To which I reply, "Ok, we're checking out right now and then I'm going to pay for our groceries and then we'll go to the bathroom. Can you hold it for a little while?"

Israel, "Ok."

Well, this happens a couple of more times and I finally point out the bathroom and tell him that it's right there and we are almost done. After I pay for the groceries we are going to run over there together and go potty. He walks up the the front and says, "That bathroom right there?"

"Yup, that's the one," I answer as I hear the cashier gasp. I turn around and discover Elijah Houdini has escaped the buckle and is standing up now. So while I'm bucking him back in, the cashier points out that Israel is running to the bathrooms. I turn around just in time to see him run into the men's room.

Great. What am I supposed to do? Please don't judge me. I just stayed with Elijah and the cart and kept my eye on the bathrooms and hoped that the cashier would be fast enough that I could get over before the inevitable happened. She wasn't. As I'm wrestling with Elijah, I hear a sweet mom voice saying, "Where's your mommy?"

Please, don't let it be me. I turn around to see my 4 year-old son standing outside the bathrooms with his pants around his ankles asking for someone to wipe his bottom. Pants around ankles. Luckily the little guy is pretty well-endowed, but I really don't want to encourage exhibitionism.

Words cannot describe how I felt though.

So I turn around to the cashier who was a very sweet older lady and seemed to understand the situation. Luckily there was no one in line behind me so I just left the cart, my purse, and my baby to run and get Israel. I took him into the women's room and wiped him and told him to wash his hands and come back out - I had to go get everything else.

It was a walk of shame going back out of the bathroom, past the mom with 3 young girls who was asking who Israel's mommy was, past the young couple sitting outside the bathrooms and past all the other random people at Super Wal-Mart on a Saturday and back to the cashier and my other son and waiting groceries.

I made it out with both sons and all my groceries, but every ounce of my pride was left behind.

Hugs & Kisses from Charmaine

Friday, September 11, 2009

Thoughts From This Week...

Israel started preschool on Wednesday. I got up early to wash my hair, put on cute clothes, do my makeup, find cute accessories and even get him looking nice. And yet, I forgot my camera. And I was overdressed, but all the other parents had their cameras. I'm not sure what that says about me.

This week I organized my food storage and my desk and my office closet, took out the trash too many times to count, rearranged my dining room only to move it back, did at least 4 loads of laundry (so far), cleaned one of the bathrooms, and did more things I'm too tired to catalog, but I still haven't done my dishes.

For the last two weeks we've had our church Mommy's Group (Play Group) at different parks here in town. I've been trying to reach outside my little world and interact with other people. Not because I don't love my friends and all the moms in our play group because I do, but often I go to the park by myself, and there is a big group of moms, and I kind of wish I was a part of the group. So the last two times I've invited random other moms to join us. It's actually been a really cool experience to get to know these women. I wonder what the world would be like if everyone invited the alone people to join their groups - even if it is for only an hour or two.

Which reminds me, I've noticed that Israel is starting to notice when he's being left out. It breaks my heart. How do I teach him to be ok with it? Or teach him to include everyone?

Elijah has been walking for a month now. Except that he isn't. I know he can walk, I've seen him do it dozens of times, yet he won't consistently do it. And he's only gone a significant distance (more then 2 or 3 feet) a handful of times. Little turkey.

My air conditioner hasn't been working for the last two days. It hasn't been horrible, just uncomfortable. I've had to spend more time in the basement (where it's rarely above 72 degrees). But it was bugging me - a lot. And I figured I needed to call the landlord, but I thought I would check it one last time. So this afternoon I noticed it, someone (I'm guessing it was someone little) had switched it from cool to heat. I swear I checked to make sure the system was on at least 10 times, but never once checked to make sure it was cool rather than heat.

Hugs & Kisses from Charmaine

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Anatomically Correct Legos

Can you see it? I didn't notice it until Israel came up to me and said, "Look Mama, the Lego horse has a penis. It's a big, black penis." Wow, good job. And in case you are trying to figure out the hand and head - it's my hand that is holding the horse, not Israel's.

Hugs & Kisses from Charmaine

Monday, September 07, 2009

Hearts To Live By

I just wanted to share with you this cute ongoing project that my mom has. Hearts. She finds them everywhere and takes pictures of them. The above picture is a heart shaped chicken nugget that I found in my Wendy's lunch one day at her house (back when I didn't have a double chin). Of course, it had to be documented. And now she has started a blog to share these with the world.

Hearts To Live By

Hugs & Kisses from Charmaine

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Another Park Post

This time we went to what we call the secret park. You can't see it from the street and it's right in the middle of a very hilly and wooded neighborhood. You have to drive down a very long driveway, but at the bottom, it opens up to this pretty good sized park. There are ramadas (or covered shelters for those of you from the mid-west), tennis ball courts, a playground, and a little stream and trail that walks through a some woods next to the stream. It's an oasis within an oasis. That's the only way to describe a park that feels like you're in the mountains within a town that feels like you live in a park. I love it here.
My boys at the beginning of the trail. Despite the somber faces, they really were excited and happy. They might just be getting tired of posing for photos.
This is the tree they were standing next to. It was so cool the way it curved up over the trail. I love the bark, such deep textures.

Hugs & Kisses from Charmaine