June 22, 2007
As we are sitting there waiting to board, I felt a warm sensation on my belly. It quickly dawned on me that Camille was peeing on me! And not just a little bit. We were both soaked with urine (guess that diaper change thing got overlooked in the stress of checking in). Camille had already used up her spare set of clothing after spilling an entire bottle of water on herself in the car. And I didn't bring any extra clothes for myself. Adam quickly jumped into fix-it mode. He stripped Camille of her wet clothes, took his shirt off in the middle of the airport, handed me his undershirt, and directed me to the nearest restroom so I could change into his undershirt and dry Camille's clothes under the hand drier. Good idea except the bathrooms at LAX don't have hand driers! I then made a mad dash to the nearby shops praying there might be one with children/baby clothes. Luck was with me! I was able to run back to the gate (in my urine soaked jeans...could have been worse...I think vomit smells worse than urine) with a new romper for Camille. The front of the romper printed with the words "Life is Good"...a message from the universe? from urine comes happiness and the realization that it is the simple things in life like clean clothes and dry bottoms that make life good. Traveling with kids is never dull! And speaking of travel. We will load up the van tomorrow morning, drive five hours, and spend another beach week with family. This time with my family in Navarre. Stay posted for that trip...I am sure there will be some stories to share.
We were all impressed by the lego creations throughout the park. Millions of legos, millions of possibilities. Noah and Brooke were inspired and made some pretty cool creations of their own when we got home.
Adam and Noah boogie boarding (I even rode some waves in one day thanks to a full body suit...I am spoiled by the bathwater of the Gulf.)
Taking morning walks on the beach, building big sea creatures, discovering sand crabs, watching beautiful sunsets and falling asleep to the sounds of the ocean. All good stuff.
June 10, 2007
At the end of the game the kids were allowed to run the bases. Noah did it twice (including an "illegal" run onto the pitchers mound. He loved it and announced we should turn our back yard into a ball field so he could race around the bases everyday. Might not such a bad idea since he does have a lot of energy to burn off each day!
June 9, 2007
Me: "I wonder if the house is making you sick" (thinking dust or mold?)
Noah: "Yes, I am homesick"
Me: "What do you mean?"
Noah: "Remember the other day when you were car sick? Well, now I am homesick"
Language is a funny thing. Four year old minds are sharp. And this poor mama can barely keep up. How come I never made that connection between those two words before?
A few other words that Noah uses which I love (and haven't corrected yet)
"Dribbling" instead of drizzling
"Joggling" instead of jogging
"Tie-laces" instead of shoe laces
Four years old also speak very candidly. Last month Noah told a friend of ours "my daddy has a very furry penis".
June 7, 2007
The blanket flowers we got from a free plant fair are still going strong.And the larkspur from Aunt Janet is still blooming (she gave me some baby plants in December that really adjusted well despite the long car trip and being smashed in a box with diapers and toys)
Why are all children hard wired to go beserk while their parent is on the phone? Today explains why my phone conversations these days are so disjointed. My one goal for today was to get the floors mopped. I know better than to try to set my goals too high each day! All was going well. I cleared the furniture out, swept (several times since my helpers love to stomp on dust bunnies), and started to mop. While mopping I started to think about my friend Jessica who is in the midst of selling their home. I was marveling at how she keeps it clean each day for showings while also living their two kiddos under three. So I decide to call her. My kids were happily occupied both doing their own thing in the family room. As soon as I got on the phone their radars went off and they attack. Camille runs into the kitchen wiping out on the wet floor. While I was picking her up, Noah decides to mop the carpet in the family room. All the while I am still trying to have a conversation with Jess. Camille refuses to be put down and starts hitting me to get her hands on the phone. Noah starts drumming and yodeling. I finally get a small break when I find the other phone and give that to Camille. And after getting off the phone I discover why Noah suddenly got quiet...yes, those are his feet on the kitchen table. When I got off the phone to explore the reason for the eery quiet, Noah proudly showed me his dance moves on his "stage". The good news is I finally did get some of those crusty spots off of the floor and the kitchen table is now extra clean since the early afternoon "performance".
And here is a really random phone experience. A telemarketer called recently to update my college alumni directory (and to sell one to me at the low cost of $99!). As I gave him my full name. He commented on my married name by saying "wow, that's my family name". After a little exchange of information and a brief conversation with Adam, it turns out that he is Adam's second cousin! How often does that happen? I still didn't buy the $99 directory.
His resistance to drawing got me thinking about how much I "wanted" him to draw because that was something I loved to do as a child. It has been interesting to see how having children has brought out a nostalgic desire for my children to experience and love the same things I did as a child. I think the whole art thing has added weight with my family history as if it should just be a normal part of his genetic make-up. One of my favorite parenting books is "Young at Art" (if you are a parent or a teacher and haven't read this yet...run to your nearest library!). I revisited that book, got advice from my parents,made plenty of supplies available and waited.And surprise, surprise without my pressure or "desire" he has returned to drawing. It shouldn't be a surprise to me, but it did make me stop and think. Before having kids I think we all have pre-conceived ideas of what those children will be like and also what we will be like as parents, but then reality happens. I don't know if Noah will have the same love of drawing or Adam's gift for singing but I sure hope I can see Noah for who he is and not just that image in my head. And I really hope I don't turn into one of those insane soccer moms! or even worse one of those pageant moms in "Little Miss Sunshine" (there should be more parenting movies like that)!