Mothering Many

You know how some women have jewelry boxes stuffed full of expensive baubles, and some women don’t? I happen to be one of the latter type of female units. I’m totally ok with that, because I would much rather have these than those.

Yeah, I think I do need to do some more posts about my kids. Have I even introduced them all? I don’t think I have. Umm, I just checked. That would be no, and the ones I have introduced need updating. Ok: this week you get kiddos. HA! that will last right on into next week, won’t it?

Oh yeah, these were made on Saturday at the park.

hi, this is Mom, reporting live on location in the hallway, where I have installed myself to ensure that the children clean their rooms. Today! I’m opening up a real estate franchise, and the prime real estate I am reclaiming are bedrooms. Besides, work fascinates me, I could watch it for hours! And if I’m not watching, they aren’t cleaning. And often, they aren’t working even if I am watching

Great news: Batman can hear just fine!

Bad news: the ENT took a very quick glance into his mouth and said “HOLY MOLEY”, just about that loud. His tonsils are that big. We’re scheduled for a T&A next Wednesday morning, and had a blood draw for it on the way home from our appointment. I’m assured that his snoring will decrease, he will sleep better, and also be able to concentrate better. Yay us!!

PS: this is my first tonsillectomy from the mommy side

I’m having a real hard time putting this post in a category, so I am just going to put it in several. They all apply, so that makes sense to me. Let me quit dithering and cut to the chase:

University students are competing in a contest to design and build solar powered homes. The houses have to be livable and not use any other form of energy. The contest is called the BP Solar Decathlon, and the teams come from some of the top universities here and abroad. In just two days, the teams will meet for a week-long competition at the national mall in Washington, DC. There, they will have 10 separate contests to judge their homes.The teams have been blogging about it, and you can read about their exploits at the BP Solar Decathlon blog.

Now, here’s the kicker: only one energy company is sponsoring this event. You know a contest like this requires a good deal of funding, right? Well, BP has been involved each time the Dept of Energy has held one of these events. Three events, three sponsoships, putting their money right where their mouth is. And not only that, BP is paying to publicize this event as the lovely badge below will verify.

Broken up by this gem, delivered by Diva: the symbol for males has an arrow because their brains have left the planet.

In other news, I finally tracked down an appointment for Batman. Tomorrow at 9am, he sees the ENT. What a confusing mess that was! It worked out, though, and I found out the referral also mentioned adenoids, etc, and not just his hearing.

And also, if Stuntman doesn’t quit jacking the rest of us around, I am going to jack him up. That is all.

Just yesterday, I waxed poetic about Stuntman, and what a difference little boys are. Last night, we had a parents meeting for the boy scouts. It seems the guy who was going to be the Cub Master has dropped off the face of the earth. I swore I was not going to do this, I told them they would have to find someone else. But in the end, I have taken on the role of Cub Master for my boys’ pack, because I could not stand the thought of having to come home and tell my boys there would be no scouts this year.

Darn that boy, he’s been nothing but extra work since I first popped him into my baby sling. I guess that’s just the way the french fries are eaten.

Let’s see, I was up around 6:30, I’ve cooked breakfast, done a couple loads of laundry, taught school, tidied the living room and ….. eaten lunch. It’s after one, I really want a nap, and I have 48 miles to go before I sleep. I still need to do more laundry, cook another meal, get kids to practice and get my work done. Here’s my question, and it’s rhetorical, so do’t feel like you have to leave a deep and meaningful answer: if I slap a Timex on one arm and a Lange Sohne on the other, will I then be entitled to 48 hours per day?

Mother Nature is God’s wife. Perhaps not theologically correct, but hilarious in context.

So! We had dental appointments today. For logistical reasons, we go four at a time, which is normally against the rules, but they worked with me. While I was driving us there, Spidey piped up and asked “why are we going up?” I answered him with “Because that’s the way the cookie crumbles, that’s the way the road goes.” And from way in the back, Stuntman exclaims, “that’s the way the french fries are eaten”. Yep, we have a new family standard.

My first born son has kept me either giggling or tearing my hair out since he was born. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that boys are not different from girls. They are. From needing cute little baby boy clothes in 48 shades of blue, instead of frilly pink lace, to their jokes as they grow up, they are different.

I remember distinctly the first time Stuntman made the car noise. He was about six months old, and no one had taught him to make that sound, and all of a sudden, there it was, hanging in the air, almost visible……vroooooom. And bugs, oh my, yes, they do love bugs, and frogs, and assorted slimy creatures. And also flying, with or without the Superman cape, but especially when wearing only underwear.

It was my son who taught me again that playing in the rain could be fun. He was the first one to ever ask “why” when I said, “come in, it’s raining.” And it was his logical “but we get wet when we take a bath” that made me change my mind and let them all play outside anyway.

Different isn’t bad, though it can be a little scary. In fact, I realized I had crossed over to a mother of sons the first time I put my hands in my pockets and drew out marbles and hot wheels instead of hair bows. I knew it was going to be okay, the first time I made one giggle by driving that car on his arm.

You know how when you are a brand new parent of one brand new baby, you pack the entire dresser to go to the mailbox? BTDT, had the backaches to prove it. These days, I am all about the bare necessities, and that means a much smaller diaper bag, like this one from bundle me. See, it’s small, and that means it’s light. And I like light. Light means that, potentially, they can carry it themselves. And then I would just be stuck with my purse, the snacks, a stack of books, and………

Oh, was I dreaming again? Sorry. My attention was momentarily captivated by the little charmer next to me. She was standing there, saying “mom mine mom mine mom mine” while I tried to eat my supper. Do you see how hard my life is?