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I really want my children to be independant, capable human beings. I try not to be one of those helicopter Moms. I said try. Today I realized that sometimes this "go figure it out yourself" attitude has its drawbacks. Today my little Lia was told to get her shoes on quickly. I pointed at her shoes and left her alone to finish getting ready. We are in the car and on our way to hours worth of errands (just barely on schedule) when I hear B- start laughing. "L- has two different shoes on." Seriously the girl had on a hot pink flip flop and and a turquoise Skecher. I was a little mortified that I would have to take her grocery shopping like this. What kind of crazy wierd Mom puts two different shoes on her three-year-old. Guess what? It didn't matter. We made it through three hours of errands. Truthfully, I was just grateful she had them on the right feet. Now if I could just get B- to learn how to tie her own shoes. I think almost-1st graders should be able to accomplish this task on their own.
Write a Little: Giggle
In my writing prompt I asked what makes you giggle. I figured I better
respond to my own prompt.
1.My daughter has the best giggle. Unfortunately, her sense of humor is a little off color for a six-year-old girl. Bathroom humor seems to be her trigger point. Still, her giggle can set me off into a tirade of insensible giggles myself. Half the time I don't even know why I am laughing. Little girl giggles are so infectious.
2. I have to admit her odd sense of humor may be DNA driven. What really makes me giggle is when someone gets hurt in a ridiculous manner. My first reaction is to spasm out in laughter as I hurry to check if they are seriously injured. Not the best Mom reaction, or wife reaction, or friend reaction. My 10-year-old still has issues with some of my so called heartless reactions. "Why do you have a photo of me stuck underneath the dining room chair with no where to go but the wall? Why would you take time to go get a camera instead of rescuing me? I'm crying!" This lack of maternal pity disturbs him still.
So, let me just say that if I ever laugh at your misfortune please forgive me. Some people's gut reaction is "ouch." I laugh. I promise if there is blood I will not think it is funny. But slapstick falls, and clutsy manouevres just get the giggles flowing. I know it is because I was a real clutz in my awkward growing up days. I learned to laugh at myself. OK, so I am still a little clutzy.
3. Some people cry when their child is born. I giggled ripples of joy when my oldest was born. He still manages to make me laugh every day, whether it is some cheesy/sarcastic remark that reminds me of my husband's cheesy/sarcastic remarks or some off the wall goofy behavior.
4 comments:
Quite frankly I am surprised it took you this long to jump on the blogging bandwagon! Blogging is social and based on writing your feelings and thoughts. Just that sentence alone almost describes you to a tee. But admittedly, I hate doing things that everyone else is doing as well. I am kinda sad that blogging has become such a huge trend because it embarrasses me a little that I am caught up in it. But I still have no desire to stop! I love it. Welcome aboard.
That story about Lia made me miss her so much. She is so sweet and I think I love her even more because I know how much Elise adores her!
Luke is the same age as Becca and he can't tie his own shoe yet either. That is why I only buy shoes with velcro! It probably is just forelonging the inevitable (is my spelling write?) But, I'm sick of tying his shoes forty times a day!!
I promise to forgive you for everlaughing at me being hurt if you can forgive me for laughing at you falling on the ice(I'm still laughing now)
Your story about you breaking out in laughter over others pain reminded me of a story. I like to call these moments my "bad mommy moments." One crisp saturday morning a few months ago Bret went fishing with your dad early that morning. I remeber lying in bed praying that cody would sleep in that day. But to no suprise 7:30 rolled around and the crying began. So, I rolled out of bed threw on my fuzzy slippers, a pair of work out pants, luckily my bra, and a zip up jacket that didn't match (p.s. my socks where bright pink). So I ventured my way into cody's bedroom to start my day. I soon found that he had pooped his pants. I changed him and put him in his high chair so that I could go outside to throw his diaper away. Well, on my way out the door some natural reaction to shut the door behind me took over. I realized this right when the door shut that it was locked. I had put on some high heels before I went outside so I wouldn't step on any rocks. Realizing my mistake I had a thousand things rushing through my head. I was worried about cody being inside all by himself. But, I found comfort that he was in his high chair strapped in. I tried every door and window to try and get in the house when, I finally came to terms that I was going to have to go to the neighbors. My hair was in a ponytail with at least 5 differnt parts in it from the previous night. While I speedily walked down the path to our neighbors house I thought "how humiliating." I have no make-up on, high heels with fuzzy pink socks, red pants, and a blue zip up jacket. Needless to say I;m sure I was quit a sight to see for my neighbor who I had only met once. Luckily he was kind enough to come over and break into my house for me . He had saved the day for Cody and I. But, the day that mommy locked herself out of the house will forever stay with me.
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