Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Size: Extra Small Adult


My baby girl, yes I can still call her that (she said so), is 8 years old. Each and every year I am amazed that another year has gone by. She is so very grown up now. I think she only keeps me around to do laundry, grocery shopping and pay for things. In the morning she gets up to her alarm clock, makes her breakfast and gets ready for school. Then in the afternoon she does all her homework, keeps track of it and does well in school. She is doing a great job of balancing being a child and responsible at the same time.

She adores soccer and had a chance to play spring soccer this year. Now she can't wait for fall soccer to start. She is always reminding her siblings about rules and "the right way" to do things. And she is happy to jump in and help with chores or ask "mommy, how can I help you". I truly have no concerns about what a great mother/adult she will grow up to be.

But like most mothers and daughters, we both have to survive to her adulthood. She is strong-willed like her mommy with a definite opinion on everything. I think she is teaching me (patience and to hold my tongue) as much I am teaching her.

For her birthday we took her best little girl friend and all of our family to Disneyland. We ate at Ariel's Grotto and then watched World of Color. I had decided to get her a new sweatshirt while we were at Disney. I was thinking a cute pink hoodie with Tinkerbell on it would be perfect for her. As the day wore on it was getting dark and cooler. I found an adorable blinged out Mickey sweatshirt. But there were no Youth sizes. I hunted all over for a child's sweatshirt. We decided to try the extra-small and it fit. I couldn't believe my 8 year old girl; 4'6" fits into an extra-small adult sized sweatshirt.

Its just the beginning of a whole new set of wardrobe milestones; some I am not sure I am ready for.

Slacker Mom

Its been a rough spring for us. I think we have gotten every cold/flu that has passed by our house this year. I have been continually sick and at least 2 other kids have been sick too. As a result I have been cutting corners in my everyday chores; more microwave meals, jammies and socks are being put away without being folded. One of the easiest ways to catch a few more zzzzz's in the morning is to cut corners on breakfast and lunch. I have been making muffins in the afternoon so they are ready made for breakfast. Lunches get made quicker if I don't cut the sandwiches and the kids get a whole apple or mandarin orange.

Today we had a little extra time before school so I cut the boys sandwiches and apples for their lunch. As is the morning tradition William had to 'check what he was having for lunch' on the drive to preschool. I was surprised to hear from the back of the car, "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Mommy! You cut my sandwich. My favorite is a cut sandwich. You are the best Mommy ever!"

Apparently, in order to be appreciated for what I do I just need to stop doing it for a bit.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

First X-Rays

This is the story of my first x-rays. Yup. Mine! I guess it comes with the territory of having 3 boys. It started like most of our rough housing. Caskey was calling me a bad mother or otherwise teasing me and Connor stuck ice down Caskey's socks - he was defending me, again. Lainy Ann spurred on the troops while staying out of firing range. She came up with great ideas that sent the younger ones into battle.

The screaming and yelling went on for 20 minutes. Ice was flying through the air, then later frozen blueberries and veggies. It was out of control and Caskey was winning, like always. I saw an opening and I sneaked up on him to stick some ice down his pants. He saw me and grabbed me and I went falling. I was just about to land 150 lbs onto Connor. It would have really hurt him. Caskey grabbed me and moved me to save our son from my weight. Unfortunately it threw off his weight. I hit the ground and he landed on me. His knee landed directly on my left elbow. And the game was over.

I was in tears crying and couldn't move my arm. The kids were really worried, but I was crying too hard to comfort them. I thought I had broken it for sure. My first broken bone. I managed to get up off the ground with Caskey's help and he bandaged me. I was pretty scraped up. I knew getting an x-ray would be the best thing - even though it meant a long wait. So we found childcare for the 4 oldest and Ellie came with us. The pain started to subside but we needed to be sure. Nursing Eleanor, lifting her, it all really hurt. I ended up with a clean bill of health. I wore the sling for a few days and limited my activity.

I must be getting old because seven months later my elbow still hurts, especially if there is humidity in the air. I got a second set of x-rays - still no break. Which I guess is a good thing. The doctor wrote me a prescription "no dishes until it feels better." Yup, still hurts.


My baby girl is 8 years old. She has grown so much and learned so much. I am amazed at how different our relationship has become in the last years.

I have prided myself and really enjoyed making the kids a fun birthday cake. But this year I had to let go. This year my daughter chose her birthday cake and then decorated it herself. I baked the cake and put on a base coat of frosting. Then she decorated the whole cake (dress) with sprinkles, frosting and chocolate chips.

I can see that things are changing in regards to parenting too. We work together in deciding the activities she wants to do, making decisions and weighing the options. Its no longer a parent telling a child to do, definitely more of a partnership and guiding her to make the right choice. And following through with explaining the reasons and repurcussions. It will be interesting to see what the next phase of her life brings and I am sure she will be challenging me more and more. This OCD mom doesn't like to let go.