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Archives for February 2010

Rules of Engagement

February 28, 2010 by Kathryn

My kids were going to town fighting on the way to church this morning. Way to bring in the spirit of peace, love and joy! Go team! I’ve often heard cheerleaders yell, “Go! Fight! Win!” Maybe the kids were following that advice and thought they were on the road to some sort of championship, rather than cruisin’ for a you-know-what and a big fat dose of religion. Whatever they were thinking, I was learning a few things about how to hold your own in a fight with a sibling. This brings me to my first post on Sibling Rules of Engagement.

Rule #1 – If your sibling doesn’t agree with something you’ve said, just respond with, ” I wasn’t TALKING to you!” even if no one else is within earshot.

Rule #2 – If you don’t agree with something your sibling is saying, simply grab a stuffed animal, clutch it fiercely to your bosom and say, “Be QUIET! My baby is SLEEPING!”

We were late for church but not because of the fighting, more becuase of my lack of ability to ever estimate how long it will take me to get ready for anything ever. Did I say “ever”?

As we were walking into church, I reminded the kids to be really quiet becuase we were late, to which Magoo responded, “I LOVE it when we’re late because church is sooo long and bo-ring.” Yep. It was a great start to the day.

Filed Under: Around Town

What Do Your Kids’ Friends Call You?

February 24, 2010 by Kathryn

It seems that more and more everyone just calls everyone by first names, like we’re all chums, BFFs, equals. As much as I choke on the “Mrs. Thompson” moniker, I like what it stands for. It means I’m an adult with life experience and authority. It means I’m responsible to protect and care for the little ones in my life because I’m not a peer, I’m a mother. [read more at Parenting.com]

Filed Under: Uncategorized

How Do I Do It?

February 22, 2010 by Kathryn

I was walking through Pike Place Market with Wanda in the stroller last week when a woman came up and started making a big fuss over her, as she should. Wanda is unstoppably edible and adorable.

“What a cutie!” she gushed and just then Magoo walked around from where he was hiding behind my legs.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed, “You’ve got two of them. How do you do it?”

She was being awfully sweet but I couldn’t help myself.

“It’s easy,” I said, “I just send the third one off to school every morning.”

She startled and we both laughed but honestly things are easier with Laylee by my side. That girl could practically take care of Wanda herself if she had, you know, mammaries, and if Wanda didn’t weigh as much as she does.

(This picture was taken 2 months ago and Wanda’s about doubled in size. I really need to take a new one of the two of them together. It’s quite hilarious. Which girl is older? You can tell by the drool. And yes, I made the sock monkey pants.)

christmas eve

Filed Under: Around Town, Parenting

I Can See Clearly Now and the Rain is Gone But It Will Be Back RE: I Live in the Seattle Area

February 21, 2010 by Kathryn

It seems that everyone who lives within a 500 mile radius of Seattle just says they’re from Seattle to save time. I sort of fall into that category. Our plays, concerts, zoos, museums and company parties are in Seattle but our home is outside the city, a ways outside. We live where things are a bit cheaper and there’s more room to breathe but we still share the same clouds and beautiful green vegetative greenness.

The past couple of weeks we’ve seen much more sunshine than is normal. Cherry trees are blossoming. Stars have even been visible at night. I’ve had to dig out my sunglasses a couple of times and Wanda’s skin sparkles like diamonds when we go outside. It’s her first exposure to sunlight since birth and we’re starting to wonder about her…

As much as I love the sunshine, I’m suspicious of it. Why is it sunny? Is the frost going to kill all the flowers? Are we about to have a major “weather event”? Does this mean it’s going to rain all summer? Perhaps Al Gore is behind this. Whatever happens, I’ll be able to see it clearly because I am the proud owner of a new pair of glasses.

I recently went in to have my eyes checked. It turns out it’s been a few years since I’ve been to the eye doctor and some things have changed, things like clothing styles and my vision.

I went to Lens Crafters, which I am convinced is a vortex not unlike the Bermuda Triangle. When we walk into that store my electronic devices stop working completely and Wanda poops through whatever she’s wearing. We tried this twice in one day and it happened both times.

The doctor asked me to look at some things. Lights blinked. I showed my peripheral vision prowess. Someone blew a puff of air in my pupils. She asked me how often I wore my current glasses. I told her that I wore them if they looked cute with my outfit or if it would benefit me to look studious at the moment. She laughed. I wasn’t kidding.

When she asked me to read the lowest line of clear letters from the eye-doctor-getting-smaller-letter-card-thing, I started to rub my eyes.

“Things are a bit blurry,” I said, “I think I have some sleep in my eyes. Just let me get this, um, sleep out of my eyes and I’ll tell you which line I can read.”

The truth was that it was 11am and I’d been awake for several hours but I could not believe that I could not see the bottom few lines. I could always see all the lines. I kept rubbing the strange goo that seemed to be blocking my vision. The doctor suggested we try out some lenses so she brought out the crazy goo-goo goggles and started in with the, “Which looks better, one or two, and one or two, and now one… or two?”

glassesAfter doing this for a while I found that things suddenly began to look clear, too clear, strangely, freakishly, stop-saving-for-the-HDTV-because-now-the-whole-world’s-HD clear. My vision is not that bad but the glasses really make a difference and I’m shocked at how long I let it go like that, not realizing that I couldn’t see as well as I should be able to.

For the next few days, I walked around lifting the glasses up and dropping them back down and smiling. Dan would say, “Do they still work?” They DO! There are so many things that I’ve discovered are supposed to have crisp edges to them, road signs that are legible way sooner than I thought. Seeing = fun. Hopefully they go with every outfit because as long as I can manage to remember them, I’ll have these babies on a lot.

Filed Under: Around Town, weather

Nursing the Phatness

February 17, 2010 by Kathryn

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“Her happy dance consists of lying flat on her back with her dip-cone mohawk vibrating, her eyes bugging out of her head, her lips pursed, and her arms flapping at her side asynchronously like two uncoordinated metronomes beating different times atop your grandma’s piano.” [Read more at Parenting.com]

Filed Under: Uncategorized

Fist Pound for BACA

February 16, 2010 by Kathryn

In Costco today I spotted a man with a ponytail. He was wearing a Harley Davidson biker jacket with the slogan “No Child Deserves to Be Afraid,” across the back and I knew he had to be one of them. For some reason this made me giddy. I was standing behind him in line at the pizza counter trying to keep myself from tapping him on the shoulder to say, “Hi. I know who you are.”

Eventually he got his order and turned around to walk by me, his Bikers Against Child Abuse logo displayed proudly on the front of his jacket. It happened so quickly but I pulled myself together enough to say the first thing that popped into my head, “You guys are awesome.” With this statement, I instinctually raised my fist towards the logo. I’m not sure what I was expecting, a fist bump, a salute, but I only got one word.

“Yeah,” he agreed, almost smiled and swaggered off, leaving me hanging.

I dorkishly let my fist drop but my grin did not fade. I really do love those guys. I like that they take their big scary biker gangness and use it to protect kids. They befriend abused kids and tell them they’re not alone and then make sure that they are NOT. ALONE. They hang around the kid, intimidating the POOP out of the abuser. Who’s gonna abuse a kid whose best friends are a giant group of burly bikers? I ask you, “Who?”

BACA Mission Statement
(From the BACAUSA.com)

Bikers Against Child Abuse (BACA) exists with the intent to create a safer environment for abused children. We exist as a body of Bikers to empower children to not feel afraid of the world in which they live. We stand ready to lend support to our wounded friends by involving them with an established, united organization. We work in conjunction with local and state officials who are already in place to protect children. We desire to send a clear message to all involved with the abused child that this child is part of our organization, and that we are prepared to lend our physical and emotional support to them by affiliation, and our physical presence. We stand at the ready to shield these children from further abuse. We do not condone the use of violence or physical force in any manner, however, if circumstances arise such that we are the only obstacle preventing a child from further abuse, we stand ready to be that obstacle.

Rock on, my friends.

Filed Under: Around Town

Being Fragile

February 15, 2010 by Kathryn

Something happens to me after a baby is born. If you’re a mother, it’s probably happened to you too. I suddenly feel like the world around me is breakable, myself, my family made of shatter-resistant glass that’s fully capable of shattering if given the right opportunity. Like Corelle on a tile floor, we look sturdy but at any moment, SMASH! We could all fall to pieces.

With Laylee, it was a happy fragility, sort of a dreamy bubble where I smiled, clutched her fiercely and dressed her up like a doll, loving her and yet somewhat unable to believe that I had created something so wonderful. I was having the time of my life playing mommy and wondered if at any minute someone was going to wake me up from my reverie.

As I’ve documented here and elsewhere, the dish hit the tile when Magoo was born and then I spent 2 years seeking out every last shard of broken glass and painstakingly gluing them back together. There are so many happy memories from his babyhood but in between enjoying the kids, I spent much of my time searching for shards, painfully aware of just how breakable I was.

And now I’m on round three. I feel like I’ve got things together… a bit. Most of the time. There are sublime moments like last week when Laylee and Magoo cleaned the entire main floor of our playdate-trashed house as a surprise for me while I was feeding Wanda. Then there are moments like today when I found the big kids sitting with their arms crossed on the trampoline, facing each other and screaming until their brains were gone about who had won whatever game they were playing. In the end, Laylee tried to reconcile by saying, “I’ll teach you a new game then where there are no winners and no losers. It’s called Butt-Punch.” Magoo declined the game. I rolled my eyes and walked back into the house. Dan says that in a game called Butt-Punch, he’s pretty sure everyone is a loser.

Through the highs and the lows, I find myself managing but holding on to that glued-together plate just a little too tightly. Am I depressed? Tired? Afraid of descending into the pit I discovered Postpartum II? I’m kind of afraid to ask myself. It scares me a little that I have to try so hard.

My pendulum swings precariously. One day my house is a mess and I can’t force myself to deal with it. The next I’m cleaning and scrubbing like mad. Many days I feel like a hermit, not wanting to be bothered to answer my door or phone and the next I’m sad because people have stopped calling. I’m not doing the best in my church work or my role in the PTA. I’m letting things slip.

I tell myself that this is to be expected. The baby’s only a month old, two months old, five months old. Why shouldn’t I want to spend all day holding her and squishing her, playing cards with Laylee and Magoo and reading books at home? I should like my home, my little hermitty cave. Why would I want to go anywhere else?

I’m just holding on too tightly. There is a slightly strained sensation to the sweetness of this time. I’m cherishing the time with my kids because realizing that Wanda is our last has also made me realize that Laylee and Magoo are growing up too quickly and I don’t have a freeze ray. Heck, I don’t even have a time machine. I have photos and videos and the ability to make more. Dan just bought about a terabyte of storage space for our computers because I am on a memory-capturing rampage.

How can I make the most of every minute with my kids without squeezing the life out of those moments? How can I allow myself to just be the mother I am without questioning myself into a spiral of self-doubt? If I could just live in the moment, just be here and love it, love myself as much as I love these stinking wonderful Butt-Punch-playing, breast-sucking kids. If I could be as forgiving and gentle to their mother. If. I think I’d find that I could relax my grip and the fear in my throat and there’s a good possibility that nothing would break but my stifling itch for perfection.

Filed Under: Aspirations, Parenting

Fun with Modifiers

February 11, 2010 by Kathryn

If “gentle babies” use “gentle baby wash,” what do “ferocious, violent ninja babies” use?

baby wash 002

Filed Under: Uncategorized

What Mom Has

February 10, 2010 by Kathryn

This is just one more reminder that I need to watch myself because although my kids will inevitably grow to have unique talents, personalities, and interests, they’ll have a lot more of Mom in them than any of us really want to admit. [read more at Parenting.com]

Filed Under: Parenting

Choices Choices

February 3, 2010 by Kathryn

I just don’t want her to grow up feeling like she flipped the wrong page in her Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book when she was six and could never quite get to where she wanted to be. [Keep reading at Parenting.com]

Filed Under: Aspirations, Parenting

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