I have this list of annoying questions/comments that run through my head as a parent. Typically when another parent is standing by me and one of these questions gets asked they sort of do the eye roll with me so I know that other parents are annoyed with them too.
1. Are you done? I have yet to figure out how to answer this one. Maybe we are maybe we aren't. Maybe we want 20 kids, we don't. BUT it literally doesn't involve you. If I answer yes or no what comment are you going to make to follow that up with?
2. Do you know how this happens? Ha ha you are funny. No, please enlighten me. The fact is hubby and I know and apparently we are really good at it so shove off.
3. Are you going to try for a girl? Prepared to have your eyeballs scratched out. Yes, I would have loved a little girl, it wasn't in the cards. Are you still trying to loose that extra 20 lbs? Oh, sore topic huh.
4. You look good for having three children. If these were in order this would be my personal top annoying comment. It's like saying "Oh, you look good for having an alien attack you". It's a compliment without being a compliment. Shut your face.
5. You know you can adopt. Really. The thing is to make this comment you need to know that you know nothing about us. So let me give you a little info, we are in the midst of adopting. We are a part of a non-for profit organization for foster children. This comment, whether we are able to adopt or make babies is a pretty harsh statement. My only advise is you should not talk.
6. Were they all planned? Well let me show you a diagram of how my reproductive organs had it plotted out. The thing is I also feel like this is a pretty rude question friend or foe. Did you plan on growing up and making rude comments or did it just come naturally to you?
7. Why didn't you use protection? Again, let me show you how my reproductive system works. A, because it's obviously your business. B, if the good Lord wants you to have a baby and you are practicing... you are going to have a baby.
8. Are they all really yours? Well... that one is... I don't know where that one came from... I think that one looks familiar, yep he is ours too... that one keeps showing up to be fed so I guess he's ours too. Yes, they are all ours. And I'm going to over look the fact that you chose to use the word 'really' in that question.
9. You have how many in your family? So you can't count? I realize our society is all about having one child, I personally think, if at all possible you should have at least two. Siblings are the best/awful. The fact is though big families are the bees knees.
10. Do they have the same Dad/Mom/parents? Yep, I have been asked this. I would like to take this time to tell you how ignorant this question is. No matter what blood runs through their veins they have the same parents. We, my husband and I are their "real" parents. We feed, cloth, bath, go to every sporting/school/scouting/extracurricular event, kiss every boo-boo, loose sleep over, cry over, laugh over and love them unconditionally. You're welcome I didn't slap you. This question... should really just be stricken out of any questions ever asked.
Wife + Momma + Me = Just conquering the world with a dash of chap-stick at a time.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
{this moment}
{this moment} - A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the
week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to
pause, savor and remember.
This pregnant Momma finished one tough triathlon this weekend!
More to come on that later :)
Friday, July 25, 2014
Finish
I'm joining in on Lisa-Jo baker's 'Five Minute Friday'.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.
Last year I competed in my first triathlon. It was this random, pushed into, spectacular event. It started out as a yeah sure I'll do it. Then burst into this HUGE life, heart altering thing.
After becoming a Momma my main source of getting out for me wasn't really on my priority list. That means my physical activity was pretty much chasing my kiddos around. When the opportunity to compete in a triathlon presented its self... I literally laughed. Me. Swimming. Me. Biking. Me. Running. Any one of those events to compete in was just, well, laughable. Then it hit me. I needed to do this, for me. I needed a fresh me. And so it began.
I told my hubby, brother, aunt and a close friend. It was on a need to know basis. Honestly it was because I didn't want to hear anyone laugh at me. Or tell me I couldn't do it because at that point I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do it either.
My aunt took me under her triathlon competing wing. Explaining brick training, the essentials to pack, she was the force behind it.
The months of preparation led up to an early morning panic. I wasn't ready. These ladies were by far better competitors than I was. That's when I realized. I need to finish this. I was standing in the midst of 1300 other women on the edge of a lake.
The mantra started as I dove into the lake turning around the first buoy. Just keep on swimming. Then I was on the bank running to my bike. Just keep on biking. Dismounting and getting my running gear. Just keep on running.
Just finish.
That's all I could think. Just finish this.
And then it happened. My name announced as I crossed the finish line. I did it. I finished.
This year that mantra will be in full swing as this pregnant Momma tries competing in her third triathlon.
Finish!
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.
Last year I competed in my first triathlon. It was this random, pushed into, spectacular event. It started out as a yeah sure I'll do it. Then burst into this HUGE life, heart altering thing.
After becoming a Momma my main source of getting out for me wasn't really on my priority list. That means my physical activity was pretty much chasing my kiddos around. When the opportunity to compete in a triathlon presented its self... I literally laughed. Me. Swimming. Me. Biking. Me. Running. Any one of those events to compete in was just, well, laughable. Then it hit me. I needed to do this, for me. I needed a fresh me. And so it began.
I told my hubby, brother, aunt and a close friend. It was on a need to know basis. Honestly it was because I didn't want to hear anyone laugh at me. Or tell me I couldn't do it because at that point I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do it either.
My aunt took me under her triathlon competing wing. Explaining brick training, the essentials to pack, she was the force behind it.
The months of preparation led up to an early morning panic. I wasn't ready. These ladies were by far better competitors than I was. That's when I realized. I need to finish this. I was standing in the midst of 1300 other women on the edge of a lake.
The mantra started as I dove into the lake turning around the first buoy. Just keep on swimming. Then I was on the bank running to my bike. Just keep on biking. Dismounting and getting my running gear. Just keep on running.
Just finish.
That's all I could think. Just finish this.
And then it happened. My name announced as I crossed the finish line. I did it. I finished.
This year that mantra will be in full swing as this pregnant Momma tries competing in her third triathlon.
Finish!
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Disciplining Children in Public
Recently I had a chat with a good friend of mine. We were chatting about how parenting in our society... well... sucks. Here's what we came up with in a nut shell.
1. If I'm disciplining my child I do not need your glare.
Whether we are in public or at home our children need to behave. Consistency is sort of a big deal with parenting, no I'm not the best at it. But by George if we are in public and they are acting up I will discipline them if needed.
2. If I'm not disciplining my child I do not need your glare.
Maybe I have an idea of what's going on a little better than you do. Maybe I have a plan. Back off.
3. If you are not a parent, no you do not know, do not "assist" with your comments.
This is not your area of expertise, it just isn't. Just don't you are literally making yourself look like an ass.
4. If you don't have kids, I'm not asking you to have them.
Just because you don't have kids does not mean I look down on you or expect you to have kids. I ask in return that you don't look down on me for having kids or expect me to take your rude comments.
5. I deserve dinner/movie/going out in public too.
Yes, I take the boys to dinner and movies and out in public. No, they don't always act great.
- Eating out. You want me to leave because they aren't acting good. The truth is I want you to leave because you are a horrible example of an adult.
-Movies. I don't take the boys to movies that are rated above PG sometimes PG-13, depending. I usually don't go in the evenings BUT GASP we also have lives so yes sometimes we go out at night. I also thinks it's rude to talk in movies and play on your phone, maybe you shouldn't go to the movies.
-Being in public. Kids do act up but sheltering them from never going and experiencing new things is a travesty. Get over yourself.
* I recently read The No-Bullsh*t Goody Bag for Parents to Give Out on Planes. It gave me a good chuckle. It actually came up on my FaceBook news feed and the comments that were made on it, priceless.
6. Yes, I can hear/see what my child is doing.
Maybe I'm ignoring them because I might lose my temper. Maybe I don't think they need to be pestered with. It's not your call. They literally are not hurting you. If you are that sensitive to people maybe you shouldn't go out in public. So stop.
7. Don't discipline them.
So let me get this straight. You want them to behave but you don't want me to discipline them. BUT when they do act out you are going to be mad that they don't behave. Riiiiggghhhhttt.
8. Kids wrestle.
They aren't trying to hurt each other... most of the time while wrestling. They wrestle for fun. I'd say boys wrestle each other more than girls but if a girl has a brother she probably knows a good head lock move too. If you don't know this then you should. By know this I mean you should know they like to wrestle and you should know a good head lock move.
9. Each child is different, so is disciplining them.
Each child is unique. In turn each child will have to be disciplined differently. Just accept this as fact. Some techniques work well with one child and don't with another. Sometimes the method works for a while and then doesn't.
10. Piss off.
If I'm giving you the piss off look. It literally means piss off. You're either a stranger or a friend. If you are a stranger take this look extremely literally and go away. If you are a friend, the look means I'm at my wits end give me a sec I need to handle this.
1. If I'm disciplining my child I do not need your glare.
Whether we are in public or at home our children need to behave. Consistency is sort of a big deal with parenting, no I'm not the best at it. But by George if we are in public and they are acting up I will discipline them if needed.
2. If I'm not disciplining my child I do not need your glare.
Maybe I have an idea of what's going on a little better than you do. Maybe I have a plan. Back off.
3. If you are not a parent, no you do not know, do not "assist" with your comments.
This is not your area of expertise, it just isn't. Just don't you are literally making yourself look like an ass.
4. If you don't have kids, I'm not asking you to have them.
Just because you don't have kids does not mean I look down on you or expect you to have kids. I ask in return that you don't look down on me for having kids or expect me to take your rude comments.
5. I deserve dinner/movie/going out in public too.
Yes, I take the boys to dinner and movies and out in public. No, they don't always act great.
- Eating out. You want me to leave because they aren't acting good. The truth is I want you to leave because you are a horrible example of an adult.
-Movies. I don't take the boys to movies that are rated above PG sometimes PG-13, depending. I usually don't go in the evenings BUT GASP we also have lives so yes sometimes we go out at night. I also thinks it's rude to talk in movies and play on your phone, maybe you shouldn't go to the movies.
-Being in public. Kids do act up but sheltering them from never going and experiencing new things is a travesty. Get over yourself.
* I recently read The No-Bullsh*t Goody Bag for Parents to Give Out on Planes. It gave me a good chuckle. It actually came up on my FaceBook news feed and the comments that were made on it, priceless.
6. Yes, I can hear/see what my child is doing.
Maybe I'm ignoring them because I might lose my temper. Maybe I don't think they need to be pestered with. It's not your call. They literally are not hurting you. If you are that sensitive to people maybe you shouldn't go out in public. So stop.
7. Don't discipline them.
So let me get this straight. You want them to behave but you don't want me to discipline them. BUT when they do act out you are going to be mad that they don't behave. Riiiiggghhhhttt.
8. Kids wrestle.
They aren't trying to hurt each other... most of the time while wrestling. They wrestle for fun. I'd say boys wrestle each other more than girls but if a girl has a brother she probably knows a good head lock move too. If you don't know this then you should. By know this I mean you should know they like to wrestle and you should know a good head lock move.
9. Each child is different, so is disciplining them.
Each child is unique. In turn each child will have to be disciplined differently. Just accept this as fact. Some techniques work well with one child and don't with another. Sometimes the method works for a while and then doesn't.
10. Piss off.
If I'm giving you the piss off look. It literally means piss off. You're either a stranger or a friend. If you are a stranger take this look extremely literally and go away. If you are a friend, the look means I'm at my wits end give me a sec I need to handle this.
Monday, July 21, 2014
{this moment}
{this moment} - A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the
week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to
pause, savor and remember.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SEXY HUBBY!!!
xoxo
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SEXY HUBBY!!!
xoxo
Bloom
I'm joining in on Lisa-Jo baker's 'Five Minute Friday'.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.
Flowers
Faith
Hope
Love
Marriage
Children
Life
These are the words that come to mind that I could focus on with the word bloom. To watch a once very small seed cared for and nurtured into a thriving beautiful thing.
Flowers, faith, hope, love, marriage, children, life. The most important than any of these is love.
Love. It starts from a seed and grows if cared for. There is always some caring that goes into love. It happens to an extent to grow on it's own but without care it can't thrive.
You can tell from the outside when love is not being tended to. It's like a fire. If it's not stoked and fuel added it dies out. You can see that flame with love. It needs to be stoked and tended or that flame gradually falters.
Fan that flame in all parts of your life.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.
Flowers
Faith
Hope
Love
Marriage
Children
Life
These are the words that come to mind that I could focus on with the word bloom. To watch a once very small seed cared for and nurtured into a thriving beautiful thing.
Flowers, faith, hope, love, marriage, children, life. The most important than any of these is love.
Love. It starts from a seed and grows if cared for. There is always some caring that goes into love. It happens to an extent to grow on it's own but without care it can't thrive.
You can tell from the outside when love is not being tended to. It's like a fire. If it's not stoked and fuel added it dies out. You can see that flame with love. It needs to be stoked and tended or that flame gradually falters.
Fan that flame in all parts of your life.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
{52 Weeks} Week 28
Lists, I LOVE lists. I like to write things down on a list so I can see
the check mark or line through it. Each week for this year I've been
writing a list out on a prompt. I'm hoping over to Paige's site, Moments for the journey, where she has some spectacular prompts for our 52 week lists.
*List the things you can do on a rainy day.
- Take pictures
- Relax
- Breath in the fresh air
- Be at peace
- Read
- Movie marathon
- Run
- Mud pies with the kiddos
- Drink a warm cup of coffee or tea or hot chocolate
- Wear sweaters
- Smell the rain
- Smell the wet grass
*List the things you can do on a rainy day.
- Take pictures
- Relax
- Breath in the fresh air
- Be at peace
- Read
- Movie marathon
- Run
- Mud pies with the kiddos
- Drink a warm cup of coffee or tea or hot chocolate
- Wear sweaters
- Smell the rain
- Smell the wet grass
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Ten on Ten {July}
One photo, ten hours, on the tenth. Find out more at a bit of sunshine!!! Then join in on the ten on ten photo project.
Belong
I'm joining in on Lisa-Jo baker's 'Five Minute Friday'.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.
I don't always feel like I belong.
I belong by the water where waves crash and lap up on the shore.
I belong at the bottom of a mountain waiting to hike up.
I belong hand in hand with my hubby.
I belong at the top of a snowy bank readying myself for the adrenaline of boarding down it.
I belong on a start line of a triathlon waiting to hear the air-horn push me off into the water.
I belong in a rocking chair with my babies snuggled up close.
I belong in a room where I can hear the raindrops falling onto the roof.
I belong where sand gets between my toes.
I belong where hippies, tree-huggers, lumberjacks, trail nerds and farmers collide.
I belong at that spot on the rocks that I can feel the spray from the waterfall.
I belong where coffee is it's own language.
I belong by the river banks eating apple sour leafs.
I belong where you can see I can see my toes in touching the bottom of the river while I wade through.
I belong along that trail.
I belong where the air is touched with salt.
I belong where trees are thick and can tell stories.
I belong there.
That's where I feel at peace and whole.
Sometimes I feel myself fringed at the edges and realize that I am not where I belong.
My heart longs to go.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.
I don't always feel like I belong.
I belong by the water where waves crash and lap up on the shore.
I belong at the bottom of a mountain waiting to hike up.
I belong hand in hand with my hubby.
I belong at the top of a snowy bank readying myself for the adrenaline of boarding down it.
I belong on a start line of a triathlon waiting to hear the air-horn push me off into the water.
I belong in a rocking chair with my babies snuggled up close.
I belong in a room where I can hear the raindrops falling onto the roof.
I belong where sand gets between my toes.
I belong where hippies, tree-huggers, lumberjacks, trail nerds and farmers collide.
I belong at that spot on the rocks that I can feel the spray from the waterfall.
I belong where coffee is it's own language.
I belong by the river banks eating apple sour leafs.
I belong where you can see I can see my toes in touching the bottom of the river while I wade through.
I belong along that trail.
I belong where the air is touched with salt.
I belong where trees are thick and can tell stories.
I belong there.
That's where I feel at peace and whole.
Sometimes I feel myself fringed at the edges and realize that I am not where I belong.
My heart longs to go.
{this moment}
{this moment} - A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the
week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to
pause, savor and remember.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
{52 Weeks} Week 27
Lists, I LOVE lists. I like to write things down on a list so I can see
the check mark or line through it. Each week for this year I've been
writing a list out on a prompt. I'm hoping over to Paige's site, Moments for the journey, where she has some spectacular prompts for our 52 week lists.
List the best decisions you have ever made.
- Being brave.
- Standing alone.
- Taking a chance.
- Learning that starting over just means a new page.
- Taking life as it is when you have to.
- My husband.
- Our children.
- Pushing myself.
- Getting a voice to stand up for what I believe in.
List the best decisions you have ever made.
- Being brave.
- Standing alone.
- Taking a chance.
- Learning that starting over just means a new page.
- Taking life as it is when you have to.
- My husband.
- Our children.
- Pushing myself.
- Getting a voice to stand up for what I believe in.
{52 Lists} Week 26
Lists, I LOVE lists. I like to write things down on a list so I can see
the check mark or line through it. Each week for this year I've been
writing a list out on a prompt. I'm hoping over to Paige's site, Moments for the journey, where she has some spectacular prompts for our 52 week lists.
List the things that make you sad.
- Finishing a book and knowing there's no follow up to it. Like Harry Potter, come on!
- When my husband or children are hurt, physically or emotionally.
- Not being able to visit home.
- No coffee creamer in the morning.
- Not being comfortable in my own skin.
- Losing
- Not being the best that I think I can be.
- Being sick.
- When someone puts a limit on me.
- Bug bites.
- Lasts; last cookies, last firework, last goodbyes
List the things that make you sad.
- Finishing a book and knowing there's no follow up to it. Like Harry Potter, come on!
- When my husband or children are hurt, physically or emotionally.
- Not being able to visit home.
- No coffee creamer in the morning.
- Not being comfortable in my own skin.
- Losing
- Not being the best that I think I can be.
- Being sick.
- When someone puts a limit on me.
- Bug bites.
- Lasts; last cookies, last firework, last goodbyes
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
{this moment}
{this moment} - A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the
week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to
pause, savor and remember.
Exhale
I'm joining in on Lisa-Jo baker's 'Five Minute Friday'.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.
Summer time to me is...
Sunny days.
Iced tea.
Swimming.
BBQ.
Flip Flops.
Sunscreen lotion smelling skin.
Bonfire.
Sometimes as relaxing as the word sounds... I get so caught up in all that it brings with it.
Baseball.
Day camps.
Scouts.
No school.
Birthdays.
Holidays.
Vacation schedules.
Camp Opportunity.
Bible school.
Art classes.
Summer school.
Then there are nights that I let myself take a breathe and realize the beauty that the hustle and bustle brings too. It's not that we over book ourselves. We are busy but in a good way. We are a big family so naturally someone usually has something going on.
Realizing that these moments are what makes summer memories takes some of the pressure off too. I want my children to look back ans say, "remember when" with a smile on their faces and a laugh at the end.
This is when I need to remember to exhale and breathe in all the sweetness that summer brings.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.
Summer time to me is...
Sunny days.
Iced tea.
Swimming.
BBQ.
Flip Flops.
Sunscreen lotion smelling skin.
Bonfire.
Sometimes as relaxing as the word sounds... I get so caught up in all that it brings with it.
Baseball.
Day camps.
Scouts.
No school.
Birthdays.
Holidays.
Vacation schedules.
Camp Opportunity.
Bible school.
Art classes.
Summer school.
Then there are nights that I let myself take a breathe and realize the beauty that the hustle and bustle brings too. It's not that we over book ourselves. We are busy but in a good way. We are a big family so naturally someone usually has something going on.
Realizing that these moments are what makes summer memories takes some of the pressure off too. I want my children to look back ans say, "remember when" with a smile on their faces and a laugh at the end.
This is when I need to remember to exhale and breathe in all the sweetness that summer brings.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
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