The Buckeyes will meet the Ducks today in the college football National Championship. Our whole family was all dressed in Buckeye gear this morning, planning to brave being the only ones at our offices and in our classrooms here in Portland, Oregon and our little suburb supporting Ohio instead of Oregon.
Our Nanny roots for Oregon, and so for a while Bryson has been jabbing dad saying he likes the Ducks not the Bucks. Like for a couple of years, when they aren't even facing off. A Buckeye game is on, and Bryson is yelling GO DUCKS. His dad LOVES this, as you can imagine.
So here we are, today. It's finally happening.
Bryson went to school in his grey Ohio State T-shirt over a Red long sleeved and he didn't even argue.
In the car on the way to preschool, I asked him what he was going to do today when people ask him about Ohio State. "Are you going to tell them your dad is a Buckeye?"
He said:
I'm gonna say, my dad roots Buckeye. So do my two sisters. I root Ducks. My mom roots Griz. (Lowered voice and dead serious face). My dad make me wear this shirt.
I said:
Well you know, honey, I root for the Buckeyes too. And Dad roots for the Griz.
He said:
We go to Buckeyes for Dad and Griz for you, so I'm just calling it you root for Griz.
Me:
Did you know that the Griz and the Buckeyes don't play each other? The Ducks and the Buckeyes usually don't either. So you can root for both teams. You can like more than one team. I love Dad, and he loves Buckeyes, so when they are on, I root with him.
Him:
Well, I love Dad too. But I also love Green. And the Ducks are the only person I know who are sports that are Green. So I root Ducks.
Me:
There are some other teams that are green. The Seahawks have green. They are like green and blue.
Him:
Well Green and Yellow are my two favorite colors. So that's why I have to root ducks.
My dad made me wear this shirt, and the tone he said it in, was my favorite part of this conversation!
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Monday, January 12, 2015
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The fallout
So last week was every bit as hard and grueling as I thought it might be. The week before, while I worked long hours, was better. And I was hopeful last week would follow in the previous weeks footsteps, but it didn't, not at all.
I've hesitated to write a blog. Because I haven't had time to, number one. But also because I'm always so scared of getting judged. There are lots of days I just downright hate that I am a working mom. But I'm also really committed to staying firm in an attitude of not being discontent in my life. To feel blessed by our life, rather than dwell on the things that I wish were different. And USUALLY I can do that. Well. And I mean it, I'm not faking my way along pretending to be happy in a life where I am not. I am happy. I do make the best. But sometimes things just sucker punch you. And for some reason, blogging honestly hasn't been coming to me easily. I'm not seeing the humor in it, I don't have the energy to be witty. At least not for long enough to get it written down.
So last week just sucked. The kids had many bad days where I only saw them for 30 minutes in the morning. Except in the case of Addie or Bryson, where they were up in the night or at the crack of dawn. In my guilt ridden mind, all I could think was that they were trying to find some time with me, time when I was home. So I struggled through the days where I had to be mentally at my best on 2-6 hrs or sleep and on the verge of tears.
Since the first day I went back to work when Lily was a baby, I have always felt like I wasn't enough. Before that, I always excelled at my job. I always felt pretty good about how hard I had worked and how much I had accomplished. I also knew that I was a darn good wife. However, once I became a mom, I just wasn't as good. For the most part, I'm okay with that. I'm happy to be good enough at my profession that my mediocrity is still on par with some people's excellence, and generally, no one seems to notice.
Except, now, my company got this huge investment that requires an annual financial statement audit for the first time in 20 years. The threat of an audit has been dangling for years, for one reason or another, and I've done my best to be prepared for it. And as far as a first time audit goes, I couldn't have asked for a better circumstance. (I won't bore you about the details of an interim opening balance sheet audit prior to the income statement audit after year end, on prior year only, and the generous deadlines they've given on that, but these are good things). Still, it's hard. We've basically hired a Top Company to go through all the detail of all the work, I (or my team has done) since I've started, and find any and all mistakes, or problems with processes, or answer questions about why things have been done such-and-such a way since the beginning of time. Frankly, it's exhausting. Depleting. For 12-16 hrs a driving-home-in-the-dark-eating-dinner-by-myself day. It points out all the weaknesses. That's what it's supposed to do, but it's hard to hear it since many of the "problems" are due to resource or system constraints, so the "how to" fix them isn't easy or straightforward.
At home, each night there would be a report (that I asked for) of who did what all day from Julia. And it was hard not to wonder and worry about why Addie started having accidents or why Lily all of sudden hit Julia for the first time. Bryson also wasn't nursing well in the morning due to teething, a stuffy nose, and his sister waking up to come see what's going on promptly at the moment of nursing, and I wasn't home for his night nursing. So there's that. Lawrence was super great about making sure he was off right on time each day and we did a lot of meal planning so making dinner and caring for all three kids, bathing them, and putting them to bed was *slightly* easier for him. There are lots of weeks where he has to do this one night a week. We decide that if I'm going to miss bedtime, I might as well stay really late and get it all done. But for 2 full weeks, this was ridiculous. And so by the time I finally got home, we'd both worked 2 full time jobs, and we just beat.
By Tuesday night, I honestly COULD.NOT.BELIEVE it was only Tuesday. Oh, and that's the day that Matt finally got on the plane headed to Iraq from Mississippi. He called and we had one last good bye around 7pm. Then he called the house to talk to Lawrence and the girls. And I got to Skype with him briefly, test out his new laptop, and see his new glasses. :) I shut my door after and had a brief cry. It wasn't nearly long enough.
By Friday I was too tired to even be excited that it was Friday. Our audit team was good, but by Friday, I was ready for them to leave, as they were already 2 days longer than scheduled. I just couldn't wait to get home and be with the kids.
Except when I got there, I was too depleted to even be how I wanted to be with them. And I was super mad at myself over that. I can ALWAYS dig deeper, find more to give. And I just couldn't, there was nothing left.
Bryson was so needy and clinging that even when we were at the grocery store at 5am on Saturday (thank you daylight savings time STILL!) he would cry when I would step to the side of the cart to grab a box of cereal off the shelf. I REALLY could not be ONE step away from him. He is going through separation anxiety to the max anyway. But this weekend he cried when I walked INTO the room, fearing (as I perceived) that I would leave it again shortly. Even when sitting on the floor with him, I reach over to the toy box and he'd cry. So I felt myself upset and annoyed as I snuck off to the bathroom, listening to him screech if he caught me. He had a terrible time going down for night and naps. After several weeks of an easy system we had going. All of this swirled inside of me, guilt, exhaustion, depletion. I don't want a moment to myself because I feel selfish for being away from them, even at a time where I didn't chose that.
This pretty much lasted all weekend for me. SO annoying. We went to a restaurant to watch my college football rivalry game, something we do every year, and had planned for months. It was so fun, it felt like everyone who went to either Montana school who lived in Portland was there. Except I just could not relax. I was wound so tight. We took Lily and Addie and Julia stayed with Bryson while he napped. I was worried about them spilling milk and bothering others, and arguing with each other over Littlest Pets. Lily was giving me a bit of an attitude, but nothing that normally would have bothered me. I was upset because even on Saturday, I had nothing more to give. I can't remember that happening to me before, not like that. I just wanted to cry. Then the Griz lost. Stupid Griz! :)
On Sunday, my only saving Grace was that there were only two working days this week. But still, even after Lawrence let me sleep in a little, I felt annoyed and guilty, overwhelmed and rushed as we went out to take a family pic for our Holiday Cards and it was so bitter cold that I'm not even sure if it turned out or not. Poor kids!!!
To top off my fail of a week/weekend family wise, I totally forgot to call our niece and nephew to wish them a happy birthday on Sunday. I know (hope and pray) that they know how much we love them, and that our (my...cause let's face it, that's my job) forgetfulness is no indication of how much we love them. 2010 has seriously not been my year for remembering to send cards or call on birthdays. I hope 2011 will be better. It almost CERTAINLY could not be worse. Love you Ty and Cass!! Can't believe you are already FIVE years old.
So in the spirit of trying to not be a complete negative Nelly:
Here Are Some Grateful Things...
I've hesitated to write a blog. Because I haven't had time to, number one. But also because I'm always so scared of getting judged. There are lots of days I just downright hate that I am a working mom. But I'm also really committed to staying firm in an attitude of not being discontent in my life. To feel blessed by our life, rather than dwell on the things that I wish were different. And USUALLY I can do that. Well. And I mean it, I'm not faking my way along pretending to be happy in a life where I am not. I am happy. I do make the best. But sometimes things just sucker punch you. And for some reason, blogging honestly hasn't been coming to me easily. I'm not seeing the humor in it, I don't have the energy to be witty. At least not for long enough to get it written down.
So last week just sucked. The kids had many bad days where I only saw them for 30 minutes in the morning. Except in the case of Addie or Bryson, where they were up in the night or at the crack of dawn. In my guilt ridden mind, all I could think was that they were trying to find some time with me, time when I was home. So I struggled through the days where I had to be mentally at my best on 2-6 hrs or sleep and on the verge of tears.
Since the first day I went back to work when Lily was a baby, I have always felt like I wasn't enough. Before that, I always excelled at my job. I always felt pretty good about how hard I had worked and how much I had accomplished. I also knew that I was a darn good wife. However, once I became a mom, I just wasn't as good. For the most part, I'm okay with that. I'm happy to be good enough at my profession that my mediocrity is still on par with some people's excellence, and generally, no one seems to notice.
Except, now, my company got this huge investment that requires an annual financial statement audit for the first time in 20 years. The threat of an audit has been dangling for years, for one reason or another, and I've done my best to be prepared for it. And as far as a first time audit goes, I couldn't have asked for a better circumstance. (I won't bore you about the details of an interim opening balance sheet audit prior to the income statement audit after year end, on prior year only, and the generous deadlines they've given on that, but these are good things). Still, it's hard. We've basically hired a Top Company to go through all the detail of all the work, I (or my team has done) since I've started, and find any and all mistakes, or problems with processes, or answer questions about why things have been done such-and-such a way since the beginning of time. Frankly, it's exhausting. Depleting. For 12-16 hrs a driving-home-in-the-dark-eating-dinner-by-myself day. It points out all the weaknesses. That's what it's supposed to do, but it's hard to hear it since many of the "problems" are due to resource or system constraints, so the "how to" fix them isn't easy or straightforward.
At home, each night there would be a report (that I asked for) of who did what all day from Julia. And it was hard not to wonder and worry about why Addie started having accidents or why Lily all of sudden hit Julia for the first time. Bryson also wasn't nursing well in the morning due to teething, a stuffy nose, and his sister waking up to come see what's going on promptly at the moment of nursing, and I wasn't home for his night nursing. So there's that. Lawrence was super great about making sure he was off right on time each day and we did a lot of meal planning so making dinner and caring for all three kids, bathing them, and putting them to bed was *slightly* easier for him. There are lots of weeks where he has to do this one night a week. We decide that if I'm going to miss bedtime, I might as well stay really late and get it all done. But for 2 full weeks, this was ridiculous. And so by the time I finally got home, we'd both worked 2 full time jobs, and we just beat.
By Tuesday night, I honestly COULD.NOT.BELIEVE it was only Tuesday. Oh, and that's the day that Matt finally got on the plane headed to Iraq from Mississippi. He called and we had one last good bye around 7pm. Then he called the house to talk to Lawrence and the girls. And I got to Skype with him briefly, test out his new laptop, and see his new glasses. :) I shut my door after and had a brief cry. It wasn't nearly long enough.
By Friday I was too tired to even be excited that it was Friday. Our audit team was good, but by Friday, I was ready for them to leave, as they were already 2 days longer than scheduled. I just couldn't wait to get home and be with the kids.
Except when I got there, I was too depleted to even be how I wanted to be with them. And I was super mad at myself over that. I can ALWAYS dig deeper, find more to give. And I just couldn't, there was nothing left.
Bryson was so needy and clinging that even when we were at the grocery store at 5am on Saturday (thank you daylight savings time STILL!) he would cry when I would step to the side of the cart to grab a box of cereal off the shelf. I REALLY could not be ONE step away from him. He is going through separation anxiety to the max anyway. But this weekend he cried when I walked INTO the room, fearing (as I perceived) that I would leave it again shortly. Even when sitting on the floor with him, I reach over to the toy box and he'd cry. So I felt myself upset and annoyed as I snuck off to the bathroom, listening to him screech if he caught me. He had a terrible time going down for night and naps. After several weeks of an easy system we had going. All of this swirled inside of me, guilt, exhaustion, depletion. I don't want a moment to myself because I feel selfish for being away from them, even at a time where I didn't chose that.
This pretty much lasted all weekend for me. SO annoying. We went to a restaurant to watch my college football rivalry game, something we do every year, and had planned for months. It was so fun, it felt like everyone who went to either Montana school who lived in Portland was there. Except I just could not relax. I was wound so tight. We took Lily and Addie and Julia stayed with Bryson while he napped. I was worried about them spilling milk and bothering others, and arguing with each other over Littlest Pets. Lily was giving me a bit of an attitude, but nothing that normally would have bothered me. I was upset because even on Saturday, I had nothing more to give. I can't remember that happening to me before, not like that. I just wanted to cry. Then the Griz lost. Stupid Griz! :)
On Sunday, my only saving Grace was that there were only two working days this week. But still, even after Lawrence let me sleep in a little, I felt annoyed and guilty, overwhelmed and rushed as we went out to take a family pic for our Holiday Cards and it was so bitter cold that I'm not even sure if it turned out or not. Poor kids!!!To top off my fail of a week/weekend family wise, I totally forgot to call our niece and nephew to wish them a happy birthday on Sunday. I know (hope and pray) that they know how much we love them, and that our (my...cause let's face it, that's my job) forgetfulness is no indication of how much we love them. 2010 has seriously not been my year for remembering to send cards or call on birthdays. I hope 2011 will be better. It almost CERTAINLY could not be worse. Love you Ty and Cass!! Can't believe you are already FIVE years old.
So in the spirit of trying to not be a complete negative Nelly:
Here Are Some Grateful Things...
- I've never appreciated more that I am permitted to work from home 2 days a week. Even thought the kids are with Julia during that time, I don't have a commute, and I'm just THERE with them, although in another room. Five days a week in the office is exponentially more exhausting and I'm not sure I'd ever full acknowledged this. Some times you ask me, how do I do it all? Well, working from home is a large part of my 'how'.
- In the end, the auditors felt pretty good about how we (I) have been doing things. There are some adjustments, but nothing that I don't agree with, and nothing that they wouldn't expect in the first year. This is a great relief to me because when they come in every two minutes every day, I'm just not sure what means what. It's nice to find that, in the end, they were mostly just trying to get an understanding, rather than passing a judgment. It's not clear during.
- The auditors told my boss that I am responsible for a lot of areas and made a recommendation to him that we get additional staff to help me. Whether we do or don't doesn't matter to me as much as the acknowledgment that an outsider noticed this and told my boss. It also makes me feel better about small things that slip through the cracks, I'm only one person. Also, in my own head I always know that I could do more, or do it better, and I guess it was just nice to see that they think, I do a lot, enough, too much. I got some validation there.
- I have this job. Tomorrow I get to go to Addie's Thanksgiving Feast and Lily's 6 year pediatrician visit and then take Wednesday off to prepare for the holiday. This job, and all the stress it has caused me, ultimately has saved us. When Lawrence was laid off last year, we struggled with unemployment, my maternity leave, and he is now in the process of starting over at a new company. We are so blessed that I continued to have a stable and flexible job with good health insurance through that. We have everything that we need, and more.
- That we have Julia. Another great AuPair who LOVES our kids. I sent her an email a few weeks ago, letting her know that when I see her talk to my kids, even when she disciplines them, that it is so obvious that she loves them. You can hear it in her voice and see it in the way she looks at them. We have been through several different child care options in the last 6 years and we KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that this is the best one for us right now. It truly feels like I leave the kids with a family member, someone who is in my home, helping it run smoothly. It is impossible not to want the daily moments back with my kids. To wish that THAT was my stress and my hard days, but since it isn't, I'm just really grateful for all she does to make this family work. Including cleaning up poop and working through proper consistent discipline with a lovely and very strong willed six year old. When I'm working from home and I hear her laughing with the kids or speaking to them. I find myself smiling because of the excellent care she is taking.
- I remembered this week that even though all of the critique, I'm a really good accountant, and as nerdy as that sounds, it was good talking shop with people who knew more about it than I do. I (over)used my brain in a way that I hadn't in a while. And it felt kind of good.
- I have a husband who is my teammate. We both do what needs to be done when it needs to be done, without question. I hate weeks when we are "just teammates" and it feels like there is little interaction between us. He also had a sore throat this week and didn't really feel like talking after I got home. But I know too many wives who would give anything for a good teammate husband like mine. And I'm also glad that when we are just teammates, it is a fraction of what we normally are together, and for that I'm grateful too.
Friday, September 10, 2010
7 blogs in 7 days. Day 5 - First College Football Saturday of the Year
Go Griz! Go Buckeyes! Yay for college football Saturdays! Yay for dancing crazy with our friends! Yay for a new little Buckeye in the family!
Today was almost a no blog today blog. But instead some cute ones from last Saturday that need no words. It was honestly the perfect day. Josh, Shawna, and Rachel came over to play, low stress, a million snacks, big hugs, high fives. Sunny and crisp - 69 degrees. Funny texts.
I heart Saturdays in the fall.
Today was almost a no blog today blog. But instead some cute ones from last Saturday that need no words. It was honestly the perfect day. Josh, Shawna, and Rachel came over to play, low stress, a million snacks, big hugs, high fives. Sunny and crisp - 69 degrees. Funny texts.I heart Saturdays in the fall.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Poor Griz
Tonight the University of Montana Grizzlies played in the National Championship in football. Alas, they lost. It got me to thinking about 1995 and one of my favorite days in Montana. They did win the Championship that year (Nearly impossible to believe that it has been 13 years since then, nearly). That whole year in fact was just incredible. My first apartment on 711 Palmer Street. Will and Dawn moved to Msla too, and were in the dorms. Griz Nat'l Championship. My first year single and in college, full of fun. It wasn't until the next year when I actually learned the rules to football, but I loved going to the games with my new roommates who made a big fun deal of it. In 1996 - My friend Aimee's dad was disabled and her parents had a skybox. Now when you go to school in Montana you learn to watch football in COLD weather. For example, this last week the Griz practiced for their title game in 
minus 5 weather. Walking across campus in minus 40 with wind chill was not uncommon a few times a winter. So parents with a sky box in Missoula was a major find! What's not to love when you are 19. Aimee's dad
and his old men friend welcomed us with free warm food and free beer and the rules to football. Wait a minute! So you get four tries to go 10 yards? And that's that? Why oh why didn't someone try to explain that to me earlier than on the verge of my 20th birthday?!?!? No wonder it was no fun to watch guys smashing into each other not going anywhere hearing long division or multiplication or whatever other numbers were flying- 1st and 10, 2nd and 4, 3rd and 15! The first number is the try they are on out of 4 and the second number is how many yard to go to get another try? That is HONESTLY incredible, what a great game.
All my girlfriends were diehard football fans. Loving whatever team there dad loved! So for Robin and Dawn that meant the Griz, hands down. Dawn also loved the Cowboys, Jeni Flynn loved the Broncos. At the time, I didn't know why I didn't love anybody, and I certainly didn't understand my roommates did.
It was this year-2008- during football season that I got it. I mean I knew that people, in general, became aligent fans with their dads, but I didn't know why. Until I saw Lily in Lawrence's nook on a cool but sunny September morning waiting for the Buckeye kickoff. She felt so important under the weight of his arm while he described who they should throw the ball to. She looked up at him with her eyes dancing with excitement as he included her in one of the most important things to him. As he burst with p
ride when she yelled O-H-I-O and she called red 'Scarlet' instead of red. That's why. That's why little girls love football. In the midst of a broken foot, and what I felt was a bit of a broken home (in my laid up opinion)...I got it. Their love was so indescribable.Addie does the same thing for him, if only a touch. There's a touchdown and she does hands up, TOUCHDOWN. And he melts with the biggest and most beautiful smile on his face. She, too, will always watch football and think of her daddy with admiration, and love him as she roots his team on in later years.
College football Saturdays have become something I love love love at our house. Lawrence is so happy, we have friends over, he entertains, cooks, he is at his best. I eat, drink-coffee in the morning, a few beers in the evening--I can thank his dad for his love of sports. Some wives find it annoying to have sports fanatic husbands, but not me. I never worry if he'll find something to talk about with a newly met friend's husband.
It's one of the few times outside of our family life where I see him truly passionate about something. He's extremely enjoyable to be around while sports are on. I can tell that he loves me more because I love him for it. And I do, and I'm not just saying that to try and be a cool wife. But it doesn't hurt that he things I am one for it, though.He's definitely adopted the Griz since we met. He really loves them. He loves Old Griz. He loves Monte. He loves Missoula. He loves Paul Parsons.
He knows the coach's name, and where he came from (Colorado I think), he knows how many rushing yards Reynolds averaged this season. His sports trivia in general is fantastic, really, uncanny.Griz football, and seeing the stadium the last few weeks on ESPN has been very nostalgic for me. With both my girls getting free T-shirts from Monte's kids club. (Ordered by
the loving husband) A few weeks ago, on TV, the sun started to set over Washington-Grizzly Stadium, and the field was partial sunny and partial shade. I could see the frosty breath of the fans. My stomach turned. In a good way. It was an incredible slash weird memory of being freezing cold in the stadium as the sun set and barely being able to see the field from the bright glare. And by the way, not having a CLUE what the rules were to this game. :)Anyway, that's my od
e to the Griz. Good try boys, even though you didn't win it's been fun getting to catch 6 games this year and one in person even. It's been fun for Lily to recognize our mascot and know that this is my team as opposed to thinking all football belonged to Lawrence. It was fun to take my friends to a game at PSU, and share something sports related that my husband and I really cared about together. It's interesting how a sports related post also turns to a good daddy/family post. There are moments in our life where I imagine myself as a little girl with a dad as great as Lawrence-what that would have been like for little girl Jenny, and it reminds me how lucky my little girls are. It's always so easy to recognize the things you aren't doing right, and unfortunately it's even easier to recognize the things you think that he isn't doing right. But how blessed we all are, and how important it is to realize it when you see things going very, very right. Those are the things I want to ingrain in my heart forever about the childhood of my babies.(All pictures on this post are courtesy of our last visit to Missoula, Montana for homecoming in 2003.)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
So tired. So worth it.
There was no sleep at all for us last night.
Addie woke up at 10pm. Common for her, between 10-11pm she always wake for between 5-30min. She has done this pretty much since she got readjusted to the time zone when we came home from vacation at the beginning of September. Usually we don't even go in there, unless she gets crazy, because she is still mostly asleep. She's been doing great for 2 straight weeks, even when she has a "bad" night, she's usually up from 1-3am. Last night she was up ALL NIGHT LONG. Seriously, every five minutes.
After the first half hour of her not settling, I went in, put another shirt on under her sleep sack (it was a little cold), then rocked her and she went back to sleep. She didn't cry when I left and about 4 minutes after I was back in bed she started crying again. So Lawrence took a turn. He was in bed for 3 minutes. We gave her motrin. An ear, a tooth? She wasn't warm, but at this point it was after 11 so we thought we'd give it a try. No go. We let her cry. I went in after another 20 minutes. She stopped immediately when I rubbed her back and went back to sleep, but when I left more crying. Desperate I brought her into bed with me. Something I haven't been able to do since I was (for a few months of a broken foot) crawling in and out of her room. The last time I tried it, unsuccessfully, was when we were on vacation. She slept on me for about 15 minutes, then in my armpit for about 15 more, then she thought it was play time and was putting her hand in my mouth and laughing. I took her back to her own room. She laid down wide awake and was quiet for about 10-15 minutes so I thought we were golden, but nope. It was now well after midnight. I put my pillow over my head. I'm not sure how many more times I went in there, it's a blur, but I do know that she was still crying when Lawrence went to work at 5 and when Lily got up at 6. Off and on, off and on. Just enough of a break for my brain to think...ahh this is it...and then, nope.
TIRED!
In other news we had a wonderful weekend. Happy THIRD bday to our cousins Tyler and Cassidy on Friday - Nov 21. We can't believe they are already 3.
On Saturday we went to the Griz/Cat Montana Rivalry
there right at 9 for bfast and to watch Lawrence's Buckeye/Michigan Rivalry game. It was a lot of fun, they had a huge tent set up outside on the Deck, and Lily thought it was very cool that we were on the roof.Around 12:30, we got Addie bundled up and Lawrence did circles with her in the stroller, she fell asleep no problem. We then brought out Lily's mini DVD player and put it on the tray of the booster seat. Lawr an
d I then got an hour of uninterrupted time watching the game and talking with fellow Griz fans. It was really great.We felt only a LITTLE guilty about breaking out the TV since we'd already done play doh, coloring, and had exhausted all options. Plus, Lily always gets to watch her Dora movie on Football Saturdays on quiet time, earned by good behavior. The kids were great. Addie ate some stuff off the floor and broke out a little, but as usual she was a hit, she was first in her Buckeye Cheerleader outfit, then in her Griz one. With her big sweet smile, dancing, and doing "touchdown" with her hands, she won hearts of everyone whose attention she could get. Lily ended up falling asleep on Lawrence's lap at the end of the game and we actually had to wake both kids up to get in the car.
We stopped at the Ornelas's on the way home for a few minutes so Lily could see Lucy for a few promised minutes. Then we got home, ate dinner, bedtime, and Lawr and I were in bed by 8:30. We were beat, but it was a really really great family day. It was our first day of going out and doing something all together, just us, since I broke my foot, and we really had fun. I can't believe how good it felt to get out of the house all together for a full Saturday.
Lily and I went to church yesterday with The Chappelle's. We had a really wonderful time. Lawrence and Addie had some QT together and we all were in good moods, just in time for nap time and quiet time. I got a short nap in then cleaned our room and did laundry. Then we worked on Holiday gifts for our grandparents, which are turning out awesome. So much fun. The message at church was about Greed. The definition being wanting more of stuff you already have enough of. It was an extremely good message. Lily asked me if she could take her toys with her to Heaven. I told her, no, God will have everything she needs when she gets there, plus, hopefully she will be Grandma Lily by the time she goes to heaven and she won't need toys. Then she started to cry. OBVIOUSLY I didn't do a great job of explaining! Grr. Well, I ended up telling her she could take her toys to heaven. Great. Perfect ending to the Greed message, and the you can't take it with you message. Oh well, if she needs to think at this moment that she can take her bear and blankie with her to heaven, I'm okay with it. There are bigger fish to fry.
Here was her voicemail to Uncle Matt on the phone yesterday. "Hi Uncle Matt, it's Lily, I want to invite you for Thanksgiving. I didn't want to go to Joseph, Uncle Matt, because I want you to be able to come for Thanksgiving. Addie is good, she won't stop brushing her teeth, you will have to get in a fight with her if you want to get her toothbrush back, Uncle Matt. She still likes shoes. If you say shoes she will get you your shoes, Uncle Matt. She's really funny. I love you, goodbye." Click. HA!
Lily will not stop squeezing Addie, her head, her body, her hands. She loves her so much that she can't keep her hands off her. Addie hates it and runs the other direction as often as possible. Except when she doesn't. Sometimes she goes right up to Lily and gives her a big bear hug, and puts her cheek on Lily's cheek. That is her signature move. She likes to be cheek to cheek. Or cheek to anything, really, she'll do cheek to knee if that's what she can reach. As a result her neck is always a little crooked, so cute. Last night we had a long long talk about being more gentle with Addie and me being more gentle in my tone in teaching Lily what's too rough (as I am rather quick to 'rip her a new one' at the moment that it happens). She said, when I think of love, I think of Addie because her head is so soft. I don't want to have the no touch rule until Addie grows hair because her head is just TOO soft.
Smile. Below is Lily's recap of our day of Rivalries...
Friday, November 21, 2008
It's my body mama
Fast forward 10 years and the phrase I heard tonight would have terrified. Okay, what am I saying it horrified me anyway.
Here we are, 8:00pm and the kids have been down since 7:02pm. Lily actually ASKED to go to bed for the first time in her life, and she meant it. We got in at 6:20, I was out by 6:40 and she was asleep at 6:46! Lawrence was out of Addie's room by 7:02. We cleaned and vacuumed the house, did dishes, laundry, and packed our bag for our big outing tomorrow.
We are headed down to On Deck to watch the "Brawl of the Wild" and "The Game". That would be Montana vs Montana State and Ohio State vs Michigan.
We plan to go down around 9am for breakfast. Then my party starts at 11, free burgers and brats, they'll show the MT game, and we'll just stay for lunch and then as long as the kids last.
Should be fun, we're all packed and ready to go. I canNOT believe it's only 8:06.
"Lily, don't poke yourself in the eye like that honey"
"It's my body mama, I can do what I want to it"
GASP
Here we are, 8:00pm and the kids have been down since 7:02pm. Lily actually ASKED to go to bed for the first time in her life, and she meant it. We got in at 6:20, I was out by 6:40 and she was asleep at 6:46! Lawrence was out of Addie's room by 7:02. We cleaned and vacuumed the house, did dishes, laundry, and packed our bag for our big outing tomorrow.
We are headed down to On Deck to watch the "Brawl of the Wild" and "The Game". That would be Montana vs Montana State and Ohio State vs Michigan.
We plan to go down around 9am for breakfast. Then my party starts at 11, free burgers and brats, they'll show the MT game, and we'll just stay for lunch and then as long as the kids last.
Should be fun, we're all packed and ready to go. I canNOT believe it's only 8:06.
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