Tuesday, June 30, 2009

"bippity boppity doop"

riley found her tiny wand this afternoon and immediately transformed into a "faiwy godmudduw". she successfully turned jakob into a prince, her trike into a rocket ship, and our teeny tiny pool into a lake. it turned out to be a pretty productive afternoon.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

the over achiever

the last day of school was the second grade awards ceremony. zoe loaded up on certificates and medals and special honors. she got an AR award, an award for being a good role model, there was something in there about p.e. and maybe math, definately science and social studies, but her favorite was the gold medal for citizenship. (not the bronze or silver, mind you. the gold.) the whole 2nd grade voted on who they felt had the best attitude, got the best grades, was the most helpful and kind and sincere, etc. i didn't record most of the ceremony, but when i heard the criteria for the citizenship award, i knew i had to get out the old video camera. (that happens to be when riley announced to the world that she had to go poop.) zoe was also chosen to be the refreshment server from her class, which is apparently a huge 2nd grade honor. when i took her picture, she was not beaming with pride. i asked what was wrong. she asked "why didn't i get the perfect attendance award?" "because you were sick twice and that one time i took you out of school to go see a movie. remember? because i'm the coolest mom in the world." "actually, the coolest mom would have let me go to school even when i was sick. that way i would get the perfect attendance award and would have had the most medals in the whole school." okaaaaaay. clearly she takes after her father.


someday my children will not wake us up at 6 o'clock on the weekend. someday they will quietly make their own cereal in the morning and not spill a drop of milk. someday we will not bring snacks to church. or diapers. or crayons. someday i will fit into my favorite pre-max jeans. someday i will hug my favorite norwegian in her homeland. someday i will finish knitting zoe's blanket. and riley's dress. someday my husband will graduate. for the last time. and i will know what i want to be when i grow up...someday. someday i will not hear my name "mahhhhaahm" shouted across the yard or house or park, followed by a string of tales to be tattled. someday it will not be one of my children that yells, "i gotta go POOP! " "riley, shhhh." "and pee!" in the middle of an awards ceremony. someday my children will know not to eat the homemade play dough. ("this cookie dough tastes funny.") today is not that day. so until then, i will smile at my babies. and laugh with my husband and know that someday, when today is just a memory, i will miss it.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

dr. bobby

last week max and i flew to kansas city (then drove 3 hours east) for my brother's big fat med school graduation. it was so nice to be with my family. (and to have an excuse to get some fancy new shoes.) and while we were there, i learned something about my perfect baby boy. he's not all that perfect. until that week, i had never seen him throw a real fit or have a tantrum or really even fuss that much. but it became clear that it's because he is used to getting everything he could possibly want. he has 3 very compliant older siblings that he merely has to walk up to and they start handing him everything in sight. my sweet little nieces are apparently not used to forking over everything they hold dear, causing max to have some pretty entertaining meltdowns. max got sick the day before we left. there were some desperate prayers as we were about to board the plane. you know those "please, god" prayers where you are suddenly willing to do anything and everything He has ever asked if He would only give you this one little thing. that's pretty much what i was doing. so my prayers were answered and max was perfect on the hour and a half flight. we waited patiently to get off the plane. perfect. we walked down the corridor, turned right to baggage claim. still perfect. he started coughing, so i stepped over to the side, and that's where max threw up everything he had eaten the last 2 days. projectile vomit. it shot all over the wall, but miraculously completely missed the 2 of us. i looked around for someone who worked at the airport. when i finally found one i said something like, "i am so. so. sorry, but behind that tram over there is a huge, disgusting mess. you might want to call someone else." so it was gross. but ok. it wasn't all over him. or me. or the mean old lady that sat in front of us on the flight. it could have been worse. much much worse. congratulations, bobby! i'll be calling for your medical opinion soon, i'm sure.