Archive | April, 2013

Oh, this 2 year old

30 Apr

With Norah, the “Terrible Twos” were full of tantrums.  For Aaron, the “Terrible Twos” have meant extreme weepy-ness and mischief.  Anything and everything can make him more hormonal than a pregnant woman, and he melts down frequently.    And, if there is something that the child can get into, he will for sure find it.

So, what happens when you marry those two aspects of my son?  As seen from a few weeks ago, you get this…

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When asked why he cut his hair, Aaron stuck his bottom lip out and cried, “My hair wasn’t pretty!”  (He also mentioned in passing that it was “shark” (sharp) so he needed to cut it.)  So, my precious blonde boy is now sporting a summer buzz cut which he actually seems terribly proud of.  It was a learning experience for all, especially Mama, as now the scissors are far, far from his reach.

Fast forward to today.  Aaron refused to nap which lead to several frustrating moments.  At one point, I sent him to my room with specific instructions not to get off of my bed.  It was a relatively successful time of punishment as we had a good discussion at the end, and there was a major attitude improvement afterwards.

What I didn’t know was that during his exile, Aaron decided to channel his inner-artist.  Several hours later as I walked through my bedroom, I discovered this…

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With a purple ink pen, Aaron wrote on my cream bed sheets.  I don’t even remember his explanation.  I must have blocked it out already.  *sigh*

I am trying not to be a hovering parent and stifle my kids, but Aaron has no fear.  After all, this is the boy who I found standing on our kitchen table trying to hang from our chandelier before he was walking well.  He hits the side of our house head on while riding his tricycle.  He has figured out how to climb into the top of our refrigerator.  He tried last week to ride his 4 wheeler down our road while standing on the seat.  Yet for every fearless act, a reprimand sends him sobbing to the floor saying, “I sow-y.  I wong.  Peas gib me!”  (I’m sorry.  I was wrong.  Please forgive me!)

It is a good thing that his Poppy fixes bones, and it is a good thing that I do not have a history of ulcers.  Oh, this boy, this crazy boy.  I could string him up by his toes some days, but every single day I am grateful for him.

If we can just make it out of these strange and crazy twos.

My Kids’ -isms

8 Apr

I really wish I could have a camera on my kids all of the time because sometimes, they say such funny things.  I honestly could probably write a couple of things down every night, but I tend to forget them before I get the chance.  So, here is all I can remember from the past few days.

Norah: “You know the guy with the nose that grows when he lies?  His name is Po-key-nose.”

Norah: “Mama, move your big, fat hiney!”
Me: “NORAH!  Don’t say that!”
Norah: (very innocently) “Well, I had to say hiney ’cause butt is a bad word!”

 

When it comes to Aaron, it isn’t that he says things that are funny… it is more about the way he says things!  Norah spoke so clearly from very early on, but listening to Aaron’s very toddlerish speech makes us laugh so much, especially because he is SO serious sometimes!  Here are a couple of frequent quotes from him.  

“Dat mates me wee nurbus!”   (That makes me really nervous!)

“It no nunny!  It mates me wee-aff!”  (It’s so funny!  It makes me laugh!)

Not so funny

6 Apr

I have always had the idea that if I am laughing at myself, then it won’t stink as badly when other people are laughing at me.  I don’t know that my beating others to the punch has always worked in my favor, but I have stuck with it anyway.  That being said, I put a lot of pressure on myself to be funny and when I am not, then I feel a little panicked.  So for the past month, I haven’t really had a funny blog in me for various reasons, and it has been stressful.  

Well, the “not so funny” me continues tonight as I am winding down from a very sad day.  For one, it has been a day of great trial with Norah.  She has pushed every button and thrown quite a few tantrums.  There are some things that I need to do better with her and intend to do, but my exhaustion has been my excuse for not following through.  And yet for every frustrating second of my day, tonight I type this with such sheer gratefulness to have her stubborn little self in my life.

Some friends of ours suffered the cruelest of fates this morning when their 3 year old son died.  He was sick last night, they checked on him early this morning, but he later died.  I cannot even begin to imagine the nightmare that today has been as they racked their brains and answered questions, as they made plans for his service and burial, as they held their other three young children.  I know that the only thing I can do is pray, yet it seems so minuscule to the “fixer” in me.  

I cannot pretend to even remotely understand God.  For everything that I could possibly grasp about the Lord, I know that there are a million things about Him that are so far from my realm of thinking.  And on days like today, I have to remind myself that He sees a picture far greater than I see.  He is bigger, stronger, and greater than death so much so that He actually conquered it.  Our hope is in the cross.  My only hope is in the cross.

Tonight as I go to bed, I will continue to pray to He who is greater than me on behalf of those who are left here weeping.  And I imagine I will be unable to escape the picture in my mind’s eye of a laughing, blonde haired boy named Hank running on the streets of heaven.