“Mommy, did you know it’s Grace’s birthday today?” Ginny happily chimed at me as I lay in bed not wanting to get up and start my day yet. I grunted something that might have sounded like, “Really?” “Yeah! We’re going to eat cake today.” While Ginny couldn’t stop excitedly proclaiming her sister’s birthday, poor Grace had no idea it was her birthday nor what it meant; making the difference between a 3 1/2-year-old and 2-year-old clear. Ginny knew there was a celebration at hand. Grace just knew she would play with her sister that day. Everything else seemed the same.
Once again, it is Sunday and time for a summary of my week in life and in blogging. My husband took this past week off of work, which has been wonderful. I married him for a reason and love getting extra time with him. However, we were both busy this week. As I mentioned last week, we were in Iowa with my in-laws celebrating Christmas. On Sunday, the girls opened their gifts from their grandparents and aunt and uncle. They were thrilled. Ginny received a Doc McStuffins tent and a Minnie Mouse tea set, but her favorite gift was a
There are moments, as a mom, that I feel I’m losing myself. I get so wrapped up in the kids and my family that there is not much left that is mine. For the most part, I don’t mind. But there are times when I may be pushed to the brink. In our home, I don’t exactly have a space that is just my own. My husband has his office and his desk. That is his. He has never claimed it as such, but I see it that way. Besides, that desk is usually a disaster that I don’t want
Years ago, I went to graduate school and got my Master’s in general psychology with my main focus being on social and developmental psychology. I learned a lot about the stages of development and how it might manifest in a child growing up. Even though it has been 20 years since I started my grad program, I still remember much of what I learned. As my girls grow, I’m seeing all I learned in action, particularly as I experience the toddler stages of development. Some observations have been humorous. I know that when the baby drops something on the floor
“You are my sunshine. My only sunshine,” I sang. From the backseat, I hear, “NOOOOOOO, Mommy! Nooooo! No sing.” I stop singing. Just the night before, my toddler asked me to sing her to sleep. Now, she was complaining. Not only was she having a fit, but so was her baby sister, Grace. Grace calms down when I sing, but Ginny was having a fit over my attempts. Both girls were tired. Ginny was tired and cranky. We still had over four hours of driving left until we reached our destination. My husband, in the driver’s seat, looked over at
I have no life. No social life that is and neither do my daughters. I feel guilt over it. Lots of guilt. My daughters should be having play dates and have friends, especially my two-year-old, right? It just hasn’t been easy meeting other parents and little ones. It is especially difficult because I’m an older mom. I’m not in the same social circles as most moms in their 20s and 30s. That doesn’t mean I haven’t tried. I have. I made my first effort not long after my oldest, Ginny, was born. I enrolled her in a music class called
Outside, the sun is shining as white fluffy clouds drift across the sky. There is a faint, but pleasant breeze. The air feels a bit cool; not cold or hot, but as Goldilocks might describe as “just right.” Unbelievably we are having a beautiful day in the 70s in the middle of August. Additionally, my parents happen to be visiting for the day. We decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and go to the Illinois State Fair in Springfield. When I have gone in the past, I have been hot, humid, and miserable. I enjoy the fair, but