humor, mommyhood

The Bright Side

This my quandary. I want to be the type of Mom that immerses herself in the imaginary play of her kids. It’s sounds whimsical, doesn’t it? It is to a certain extent but sometimes it’s downright boring. For several years now I have played with every form of vehicle on wheels (cars, motorcycles, monster trucks, etc.). I’m kind of over it. In fact, I was kind of over it the first time I played with them. Even though it isn’t my thing I do it because T.Puzzle and Full Speed ARE my thing.

So, when the usual car related activity was replaced by an imaginary zoo, I was more than willing to participate. We fed the animals, gave them hugs and at times, they had to be disciplined. I was slightly concerned when Full Speed placed a dinosaur in time-out. He proceeds to tell the dinosaur not to behave that way, grabs it by its feet and flips it over the back of the chair. I know he is modeling my discipline technique but I swear, I have never launched my children over the back of the time-out chair (even on the days I really, really want to).

After the discipline it is decided that the zoo animals are ready for a nap. I tell Full Speed to grab the huge, round pillow we have and tell him to use that for their bed. As soon as little T.Puzzle sees this pillow, he dives head first in it. This makes Full Speed angry because it’s only for ‘the animals!’ He takes a few steps back and does a crazy ‘Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon’ move. He sails through the air with his feet and arms extended in a rigid karate pose and breaks his fall with his little brother’s face.  T.Puzzle immediately bursts into tears. When he sits up, he has a huge red marks on his face and his glasses are dangling pathetically off only one ear.

Needless to say, our visit to the zoo was over. On the bright side, Full Speed’s tiny, stuffed lion didn’t try to maul anyone.

kids, mommyhood

The Learning Curve

The boys and I went to Tae Kwon Do. As much as it pains me to admit this (don’t anyone dare tell Mad Dog), the process is getting easier. To be clear, it’s easier and NOT easy. I have a feeling easy is a long way off if it ever even appears.

I had the boys dressed and was about to put their belts on them when Full Speed announces he needs to use the bathroom. In the past he has locked himself along with a huge tizzy in the bathroom. To counteract this horror, I subsequently instructed him to never, ever, ever (got it?) lock the door. After this instruction the next time he needs to go, I come to find him using the toilet with the door completely wide open. Everyone and their brother has a full view of this (the bathrooms are right off the main floor). So technically the door was unlocked, I just hadn’t told him to CLOSE the door while leaving it unlocked.

So, this time around when he makes his bathroom proclamation I tell him leave the door unlocked AND to close it. With Frack, I’m realizing detailed specifics are the only way to go. Such is the learning curve of motherhood.

humor, mommyhood

Too Small!

I took little T.Puzzle with me to Kohl’s. It was a bold move. Mad Dog and I have a cruise coming up (9 days and counting) and I wanted to look for some dressy clothes for our dinners (I’m sensing stretchy, Mommy-pants just won’t cut it). I made one round through the store, grabbed the items with promise and headed to the dressing room. Unfortunately or fortunately (depends on if you ask Mad Dog or me), I liked every single thing I tried on (I can’t remember the last time that happened!).

T.Puzzle was mostly agreeable. He alternated playing cars and Power Rangers. Although he seemed to be enjoying this outing, he was a tough critic. He told me that everything I tried on was ‘too small’. Let’s just say, he’s no Tim Gunn.

We headed out of the dressing room and looped through the remainder of the store. He was having fun looking at everything and being respectably well-behaved. We go to check-out and the cashier peers down at T.Puzzle and comments on how cute he is. Of course he takes this exact moment to go crazy. He steals the cart and makes a run for it. You would of thought he was wanted by the law he was booking so fast. He’s weaving in a precarious, crazy-eight twirl (I give him props for creativity of movement), and I wrangle him back to the counter. Somehow I manage to complete the transaction.

The cashier tells me my total and how much I ‘saved’. I told her I would use that money towards a babysitter so the next time I could check-out in peace.

happiness, humor, mommyhood

The Best Kind

Every day our morning routine is the same. I walk in the boys’ room, open the shutters and hope that I have two, smiling faces staring back at me. Luckily, most of the time I do. Some days, not so much.

“I not go to school, today,” little T.Puzzle says every single morning. Even on the weekends he adamantly informs me he ‘stays home’.

Full Speed usually starts his day with an aggressive burst of energy. All I can say is ‘look out little T.Puzzle!’.

Today was no different. The usual arguments and demands descended on our morning.

By the time we were in the truck headed to school I gave my usual pep talk. 90% percent of the time I get a positive response so I expected only enthusiasm.

“Who’s ready to have a great day?” I asked with gusto.

Usually I get two, loud boys shouting “ME!”

Instead, all I got was silence. You could have heard a pin drop.

For some reason, that tickled my funny bone. Before I knew it we were all cracking up. That’s a great thing about motherhood (see, it’s not all stress and headaches), it can entertain you in unexpected ways. A laughing start to a day is the best kind there is.

children, gratitude, happiness

My Friend, My Brother

The boys have been sleeping in the same room. When we upgraded little T.Puzzle’s bed from a crib, we purchased a trundle bed with this intent in mind. Usually, T.Puzzle goes to bed in the ‘super secret spy’ pull-out part, and then Full Speed slips in quietly (sort of) a few minutes later to the upper ‘big boy’ portion. They know the rules. If Mom so much as hears a peep out of either one, Full Speed will be immediately relocated to his own room with no warning and no questions asked. So far, I haven’t had to follow through on that threat. They must actually want to be in the same room. After all the smack-downs I have witnessed I find this shocking.

They decided to mix it up over the weekend. They decided to sleep in the same bed for fun.

Little T.Puzzle thought this was remarkable. When I was helping him get dressed the next morning he said, “Mommy! Full Speed slept with me on my Thomas sheeps!”

Looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.