Friday, January 27, 2012

What they're drawing

Colby's newfound fascination is drawing tanks. His daddy taught him last weekend, and since then, every single picture coming home from school is of tanks. And not just tanks sitting there....tanks in the heat of battle. As you can see here, there is much going on and bullets are flying everywhere. It's a warzone, people.


Much of his inspiration comes from playing with his daddy, and one of their favorite things to do is play Nerf gun War. In this house, that doesn't mean you just shoot your gun. No, you have to dress up in camo, load the bullets into your vest, and most importantly, put on your protective eye glasses.


I didn't get pictures of the actual battle, but Miller was dressed up as a doctor and tended to the wounded when they were shot.

Miller drew this the other day, and it's the very first person I've ever seen her draw. I just love how three year olds do not draw the body and put the arms and legs coming off of the head.


Miller continues to be confused about whether she's into boy things or girl things. Her instinct is all girl, but she sure does worship her big brother and all that he does. She's a pink-loving-doll-holding-super-hero-wearing mystery.


This super-hero-wearing-mystery is a rule follower most of the time, and abides by the rule that potty words belong in the bathroom. But, as soon as that little tush hits the toilet seat, look out! She's got the mouth of a sailor and often shouts out "POO POO PEE PEE DIAPER BUTT CRACK!" And what's a mom to say....she is in the bathroom.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Miller's song

I heard Miller singing a song today while she was in the bathroom. It went like this:

"My mommy....she would never leave without me. She would never leave without me. She would never leave without me."

Now that's a song of a little girl who feels very very secure.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Notes from the sick house

So I'm making an effort to update more often....unfortunately, I don't have anything fun to write about.

We've certainly started 2012 off the same way we ended it. Sick.
Colby missed the first week of school with pink eye and strep.
I just started my antibiotic for strep yesterday. Just got over pink eye.

Poor little Miller had what we thought was a virus, but after a fever or 103 (with Motrin) we rushed her to the doctor and it's a severe ear infection. Here she is after her appointment (blurry phone picture), 8:30 PM, high fever, waiting patiently for her daddy to bring her a Dairy Queen ice cream cone (which she did not eat).



Later that night, when we took her temperature, it was 104. Highest I've ever seen on her and again, that was an hour after she had taken Motrin. We set the alarm for an hour later and checked her temperature every 30 minutes or so until it started to come down. Thankfully, an hour later it came down and we all went to sleep.

This morning things were much better. Her fever is down, and her personality is coming back.

How many more weeks till Spring?

Monday, January 16, 2012

25 Rules for moms with sons

I read this on the internet the other day and thought it was worth repeating. And reading. And putting in to practice. I gotta work on #18 because this boy has a serious case of the "Why's".


25 Rules for Moms with Sons

1. Teach him the words for how he feels.
Your son will scream out of frustration and hide out of embarrassment. He'll cry from fear and bite out of excitement. Let his body move by the emotion, but also explain to him what the emotion is and the appropriate response to that emotion for future reference. Point out other people who are feeling the same thing and compare how they are showing that emotion. Talk him through your emotions so that someday when he is grown, he will know the difference between angry and embarrassed; between disappointment and grief.


2. Be a cheerleader for his life
There is no doubt that you are the loudest person in the stands at his t-ball games. There is no doubt that he will tell you to "stop, mom" when you sing along to his garage band's lyrics. There is no doubt that he will get red-faced when you show his prom date his pictures from boy scouts. There is no doubt that he is not telling his prom date about your blog where you've been bragging about his life from his first time on the potty to the citizenship award he won in ninth grade. He will tell you to stop. He will say he's embarrassed. But he will know that there is at least one person that is always rooting for him.


3. Teach him how to do laundry
..and load the dishwasher, and iron a shirt. He may not always choose to do it. He may not ever have to do it. But someday his wife will thank you.


4. Read to him and read with him.
Emilie Buchwald said, "Children become readers on the laps of their parents." Offer your son the opportunity to learn new things, believe in pretend places, and imagine bigger possibilities through books. Let him see you reading...reading the paper, reading novels, reading magazine articles. Help him understand that writing words down is a way to be present forever. Writers are the transcribers of history and memories. They keep a record of how we lived at that time; what we thought was interesting; how we spoke to each other; what was important. And Readers help preserve and pass along those memories.


5. Encourage him to dance.
Dance, rhythm, and music are cultural universals. No matter where you go, no matter who you meet - they have some form of the three. It doesn't have to be good. Just encourage your son that when he feels it, it's perfectly fine to go ahead and bust a move.


6. Make sure he has examples of good men who are powerful because of their brains, their determination, and their integrity.
The examples of men with big muscles and a uniform (like Batman and LaMarr Woodley) will surround your son from birth. But make sure he also knows about men who kick a$s because of their brains (Albert Einstein), and their pen (Mark Twain), and their words (Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.), and their determination (Team Hoyt), and their ideas (The Wright Brothers), and their integrity (Officer Frank Shankwitz), and fearlessness (Neil Armstrong), and their ability to keep their mouths closed when everyone else is screaming (Jackie Robinson).


7. Make sure he has examples of women who are beautiful because of their brains, their determination, and their integrity
The examples of traditionally beautiful women (like Daphne Blake, Princess Jasmine, and Britney Spears) will surround your son from birth. But make sure he knows about women who are beautiful from the inside out because of their brains (Madame Marie Curie), and their pen (Harper Lee), and their words (Eleanor Roosevelt), and their determination (Anne Sullivan), and their ideas (Oprah Winfrey), and their integrity (Miep Gies), and fearlessness (Ameila Earhart), and their ability to open their mouths and take a stand when everyone else is silent (Aung San Suu Kyi).


8. Be an example of a beautiful woman with brains, determination, and integrity.
You already are all of those things. If you ever fear that you are somehow incapable of doing anything - remember this: If you have done any of the following: a) grew life b) impossibly and inconceivably got it out of your body c) taken care of a newborn d) made a pain go away with a kiss e) taught someone to read f) taught a toddler to eat with a utensil g) cleaned up diarrhea without gagging h) loved a child enough to be willing to give your life for them (regardless if they are your own) or i) found a way to be strong when that child is suffering...you are a superhero. do not doubt yourself for one second. Seriously.


9. Teach him to have manners
because its nice. and it will make the world a little better of a place.


10. Give him something to believe in
Because someday he will be afraid, or nervous, or heartbroken, or lost, or just need you, and you won't be able to be there. Give him something to turn to when it feels like he is alone, so that he knows that he will never be alone; never, never, never.


11. Teach him that there are times when you need to be gentle
like with babies, and flowers, and animals, and other people's feelings.


12. Let him ruin his clothes
Resolve to be cool about dirty and ruined clothes. You'll be fighting a losing battle if you get upset every time he ruins another piece of clothing. Don't waste your energy being angry about something inevitable. Boys tend to learn by destroying, jumping, spilling, falling, and making impossible messes. Dirty, ruined clothes are just par for the course.


13. Learn how to throw a football
or how to use a hockey stick, or read music, or draw panda bears (or in my case alpacas), or the names of different train engines, or learn to speak Elvish, or recognize the difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin, or the lyrics to his favorite song. Be in his life, not as an observer but as an active participant.


14. Go outside with him
turn off the television, unplug the video games, put your cellphone on the charger, even put your camera away. Just go outside and follow him around. Watch his face, explore his world, and let him ask questions. It's like magic.


15. Let him lose
Losing sucks. Everybody isn't always a winner. Even if you want to say, "You're a winner because you tried," don't. He doesn't feel like a winner, he feels sad and crappy and disappointed. And that's a good thing, because sometimes life also sucks, no matter how hard (as moms) we try to make it not suck for our kids. This practice will do him good later when he loses again (and again, and again, and again, and again.....) Instead make sure he understands that - sometimes you win - sometimes you lose. But that doesn't mean you ever give up.


16. Give him opportunities to help others
There is a big difference in giving someone the opportunity to help and forcing someone to help. Giving the opportunity lights a flame in the heart and once the help is done the flame shines brighter and asks for more opportunities. Be an example of helping others in your own actions and the way your family helps each other and helps others together.


17. Remind him that practice makes perfect.
This doesn't just apply to performance-based activities (like sports and music) but also applies to everything in life. You become a better writer by writing. You become a better listener by listening. You become better speaker by speaking. Show your son this when he is just young enough to understand (that means from birth, folks - they are making sense of the world as soon as they arrive), practice trick-or-treating at your own front door before the real thing. Practice how you will walk through airport security before a trip. Practice how you order your own food from the fast food cashier. Practice, practice, practice.


18. Answer him when he asks, "Why?"
Answer him, or search for the answer together. Show him the places to look for the answers (like his dad, or grandparents, or his aunts/uncles, or his books, or valid internet searches). Pose the question to him so he can begin thinking about answers himself. Someday, when he needs to ask questions he's too embarrassed to ask you - he'll know where to go to find the right answers.


19. Always carry band-aids and wipes on you.
especially the wipes.


20. Let his dad teach him how to do things
...without interrupting about how to do it the 'right way.' If you let his dad show and teach and discover with your son while he is growing up, some day down the road (after a short period of your son believing his dad knows nothing), he will come to the realization that his dad knows everything. You will always be his mother, but in his grown-up man heart and mind, his dad will know the answers. And this will be how, when your son is too busy with life to call and chat with his mom, you will stay connected to what is happening in his life. Because he will call his dad for answers, and his dad will secretly come and ask you.


21. Give him something to release his energy
drums, a pen, a punching bag, wide open space, water, a dog. Give him something to go crazy with - or he will use your stuff. and then you'll be sorry.


22. Build him forts
Forts have the ability to make everyday normal stuff into magic. Throw the couch cushions, a couple blankets, and some clothespins and you can transform your living room into the cave of wonders. For the rest of his life, he'll be grateful to know that everyday normal stuff has the potential to be magical.


23. Take him to new places
Because it will make his brain and his heart open up wider, and the ideas and questions and memories will rush in.


24. Kiss him
Any mother of sons will tell you that little boys are so loving and sweet. They can be harsh and wild and destructive during most of the day. But there are these moments when they are so kind and sensitive and tender. So much so that it can cause you to look around at the inward, reserved grown men in your life and think, 'what happens in between that made you lose that?' Let's try to stop the cycle by kissing them when they're loving and kissing them even more when they're wild. Kissing them when they're 2 months and kissing them when they're 16 years old. You're the mom - you can go ahead and kiss him no matter how big he gets - and make sure he knows it. p.s. (this one is just as important for dad's too).


25. Be home base
You are home to him. When he learns to walk, he will wobble a few feet away from you and then come back, then wobble away a little farther and then come back. When he tries something new, he will look for your proud smile. When he learns to read, he will repeat the same book to you twenty times in a row, because you're the only one who will listen that many times. When he plays his sport, he will search for your face in the stands. When he is sick, he will call you. When he really messes up, he will call you. When he is grown and strong and tough and big and he feels like crying, he will come to you; because a man can cry in front of his mother without feeling self-conscious. Even when he grows up and has a new woman in his life and gets a new home, you are still his mother; home base, the ever constant, like the sun. Know that in your heart and everything else will fall into place.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A funny

A few days ago, Miller was in the pantry perusing the shelves for a snack. I was in the mudroom putting things away, and apparently Georgia had pushed her way into the pantry with Miller. (Georgia can be SO obnoxious)

I overheard Miller say to her "Get out of here you stinky old man!"

I have been laughing about that for days. I'm not sure if she thinks Georgia is a boy or if she was just being funny. She always surprises me with what comes out of her mouth.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Last post of 2011

Actually, truth be told, it's January 1, 2012. But, I WILL get this posted one day late and I am determined to do better in the new year. This has been one crazy year....building the house, moving, dealing with the never ending house punch list, the landscaping fiasco (never imagined that would be the hardest part of home building), kids starting a new school, then transitioning to another new school, meeting new friends.....all while trying to figure out our whereabouts here. Oh, and raging case of plantar fasciitis that has kept me from the one true form of stress relief I enjoy- running. It has certainly been a challenging year, but it's also been a good one full of positive changes. We hope to be here a long time, so it's nice to feel like we can really settle in. (In the 6 years Lee and I have been married, this is the 4th city we've lived in....although calling this a city is a stretch!)

Colby and Miller are having more good moments than bad together....that's something! This was from a photo session in November.


I just love this picture of Colby. Can't you just see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes?


We even got a good one of all the cousins (no small feat)


Santa came to the local coffee shop, and shockingly, Miller was ok with it.


We were in town celebrating Pop's 70th birthday and had a nice visit with Peepie Miller.


A rare picture of me and Lee dressed up


and an even rarer picture of me and Nan. (I'm wearing heels....I'm only a couple inches taller)


Our house got all jazzed up for Christmas...


and the elf Kix made his arrival and left a letter from Santa.


The kids enjoyed Lego advent calendars this year.


Nana and Granddaddy came for Christmas, and a good time was had by all.

The kids (and someone else) loved decorating cookies with Nana.





Christmas Eve




SO EXCITED!!!


Colby and Miller waiting anxiously at the top of the stairs Christmas morning.


WAIT...did anyone notice that Colby has on different pajama bottoms? Well, funny story about that. At 3AM, Colby came wide eyed and bushy tailed into our room and said loudly "Is it time to get up yet?!?" Lee walked him back to his room, and noted that he was naked on the bottom half- no pull up or pajama pants, which is very odd. So Lee gave him new pants, got him back in the bed and tucked him in. As he was saying good night, Colby said "I hope Santa brings me a Nerf gun." Lee thought that was odd, or maybe just a coincidence....until Colby said "and a Tie fighter that shoots missles". GAME OVER. Busted. Lee knew at that point that Colby had already been downstairs, which explains why he had no pants on. When asked why he did that, Colby said that he "heard a noise". Well, normally when he hears a noise, he screams for us in his room....he does not take his pants off and go downstairs to check it out. So, we know that this was all fabricated....he just could not wait until the morning.

When Lee got back into our room, he told me what happened, and I was devastated. After all, what parents look forward to most on Christmas morning is seeing the faces of excitement and surprise on our children. It's truly magical. And, well, we knew it would not be the same the second time around. We went downstairs to see what Colby had done, and all of his toys had been fondled and moved. (Santa had arranged it JUST SO) We suspect he may have been down there a good 10 minutes just admiring and touching all of his new toys. As we talked about how sad it was, I told Lee that maybe one day, we'd think this was funny. As it turns out, when we told the story the next day, everyone thought it was funny. In fact, Pop said he did that every year. (no surprise there) All I know is that next year, this place will be booby trapped with fishing lines full of jingle bells and there will be no sneaky peeky!

Back to the pictures....



This was Miller's "princess tent"


Miller's loot


Colby's very Star Wars Christmas


Miller spent the day in her new Spiderman costume (until she peed in it).


Colby spent the day playing with his new planes and action figures.


Georgia spent the day trying to bury this in the yard.


Lee was less than thrilled with the cherry Amish tray tables I had made for him, but he put on a good act.


Nana and Granddaddy enjoyed some fun gifts from everyone.


The men of the house are ready to bake with matching Star Wars aprons.


I was there, too! (but this is the only picture)


and wouldn't you know....just in time for 2012....PIG TAILS!!!!


Happy New Year!!

Monday, December 12, 2011

A keepsake

Once in a while, I snap a picture that is truly one to treasure. This is one of those. The Miller girls- ages 96 and 3.