I have been married to Kyle for 2.5 years - I think, I probably should check that date. Dates are not really my thing. But, in the short years we have been married, I have fallen more and more in love with him as the days go by. He truly is my very best friend and my most favorite person. He gets me. I get him. We really are perfect for each other.
I look up to him, more so than I have ever looked up to anyone in my life. His desire to be great at everything he does is something I wish I had. His work ethic and dedication to getting better each and every day is inspiring to not only me but to the people around him. I am proud to call him my husband.
I want to spend my time with him because when I am with him I am complete. Two hours feels like five minutes when we are together. Life can be really boring without him. When something happens he is the first person I want to tell. When I see something funny, sad, happy, he is the first thing that comes to mind.
People spend their whole lives looking for love and we found it. We are the lucky ones. We found this amazing life that gives us even more purpose. We have each other to do life with and it is so fulfilling.
A lot of people have bucket lists, not me. I have Kyle. He is my bucket list. I just want to do life with him and whatever that means, as long as I am with him, we are set. He is the very best of me and makes me a better person in every way.
I am lucky enough to be an 'ordinary woman who fell in love with an extraordinary man.'--(Thank you for those words Nicholas Sparks)
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Yelling at your kids....
I have read articles talking about ways parents/adults talk to children and how adults would never talk to other adults the way we talk to children. While I agree that sometimes adults are a little hard on kids, I have to say that adults would never do some of the things that my kids do.
Here are just a few examples of things I have had to say to my kids that I NEVER thought I would have to say out loud--and I especially don't think these are things I would ever have to say to an adult.
Here are just a few examples of things I have had to say to my kids that I NEVER thought I would have to say out loud--and I especially don't think these are things I would ever have to say to an adult.
- Please stop putting lipstick on and kissing the walls.
- You should never wipe your butt with clorox bleach wipes, now go shower to make sure you don't have some weird reaction.
- Stop sucking your thumb.
- Why are you licking your hands? Do you know how dirty they are?
- You cannot eat the gum you pick up off the ground. And eww, that is disgusting put it down.
- If you had listened to me you would not have run into the wall in the first place.
- You got kicked out of gymnastics? How does a 6 year old get kicked out of gymnastics?
- I told you not to touch the cactus...now look at yourself.
- Why would you rip a 20 dollar bill in half?
- Looking at the pictures is not considered reading. Now read the words.
- You knew the stove was on, why would you touch it?
You guys, this could go on for days. Everyday I say something that I swore I would never have to say. Adults don't wipe their butts with clorox or eat candy off the ground -- at least the adults I choose to surround myself with don't.
Kids are kids. They need to be yelled at. They need to be taught. They need to be scared to never make some of the same choices again. And sometimes me raising my tiny little voice is what scares them into realizing that what they just did was a very, very, very, bad decision. And sometimes all I can do is laugh--because the only other option is to cry.
Parenthood.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
A Good Friend
As you grow up, you make new friends. This starts from the minute you are born. You meet new people every day and pick and choose who you hit it off with. It is always interesting to look back on your life and see the friends you made along the way. It has been fun as a mom to watch my children make friends at each stage of their young lives.
You have different types of friends; friends at work, friends at school, friends from your parents, friends from forever, friends through friends, the list goes on.
As you progress through different stages of your life your friends begin to change. I don't think through any fault of anyone, they just simply change. Life is different at all times and the people you surround yourself with change with the different stages you are at. Some people are lucky enough to have friends that are with them at all stages, and play a role in all parts of their lives. While this is ideal, to have someone or a group of people that are there and know you like you know yourself, this isn't always common.
I am one of those lucky ones, I have made a lot of friends in my 33 years, but my closest friends are the friends that I have known since I moved to Indiana in sixth grade. However, the reality is at this stage in our lives our focus is not to each other like it once was. Our focus is our husbands, our children, our family, our work, our simple lives. Sometimes it is hard to adjust to that new focus. It is different than it once was, as it should be.
While your friends are an amazing part of growing up, they shift and change as life grows and what you are left with are the people that really want to be there for you. The people that you can pick up the phone and call when you need someone to listen or to help you. The people that will drop everything and really come to your aide, or the people that don't always put themselves first. Those are really the people you want to be surrounded by, not just 'friends'. In most peoples lives they can count those 'true friends' on one hand.
It will be my job to teach my children what a friend looks and acts like. Teaching them to be kind is one thing but teaching them to be a good friend is something totally different. I have always seen myself as a good friend, but I am sure there are things I could have and should have done better in past friendships. Being a good friend is hard and you have to choose who deserves your friendship, who reciprocates your friendship, who really sees you as someone they are going to be there for. It is a hard realization to learn that someone may not choose you, but the sooner you see it and embrace it the sooner you can find those people that truly want to be a part of your life.
I will say there are very few people I look back on and think I did not do enough as their friend. If my children can say that then they've done well, and in turn I have done my job.
You have different types of friends; friends at work, friends at school, friends from your parents, friends from forever, friends through friends, the list goes on.
As you progress through different stages of your life your friends begin to change. I don't think through any fault of anyone, they just simply change. Life is different at all times and the people you surround yourself with change with the different stages you are at. Some people are lucky enough to have friends that are with them at all stages, and play a role in all parts of their lives. While this is ideal, to have someone or a group of people that are there and know you like you know yourself, this isn't always common.
I am one of those lucky ones, I have made a lot of friends in my 33 years, but my closest friends are the friends that I have known since I moved to Indiana in sixth grade. However, the reality is at this stage in our lives our focus is not to each other like it once was. Our focus is our husbands, our children, our family, our work, our simple lives. Sometimes it is hard to adjust to that new focus. It is different than it once was, as it should be.
While your friends are an amazing part of growing up, they shift and change as life grows and what you are left with are the people that really want to be there for you. The people that you can pick up the phone and call when you need someone to listen or to help you. The people that will drop everything and really come to your aide, or the people that don't always put themselves first. Those are really the people you want to be surrounded by, not just 'friends'. In most peoples lives they can count those 'true friends' on one hand.
It will be my job to teach my children what a friend looks and acts like. Teaching them to be kind is one thing but teaching them to be a good friend is something totally different. I have always seen myself as a good friend, but I am sure there are things I could have and should have done better in past friendships. Being a good friend is hard and you have to choose who deserves your friendship, who reciprocates your friendship, who really sees you as someone they are going to be there for. It is a hard realization to learn that someone may not choose you, but the sooner you see it and embrace it the sooner you can find those people that truly want to be a part of your life.
I will say there are very few people I look back on and think I did not do enough as their friend. If my children can say that then they've done well, and in turn I have done my job.
Thursday, February 18, 2016
A simple 'Thank You'
My kids never say 'thank you'. Ever. It makes me a tad crazy. We do a lot for our kids, every single day. We do all the little things, to make their life easier. We help them get out of bed, we help them get dressed, we help them put toothpaste on their toothbrush, we help them get breakfast/snacks/lunch/snacks/dinner, we help them take baths and showers, we help them do their homework, we help them put on their shoes, we help them find things, we help them read books, we help them with every part of their life and I don't think my kids EVER say thank you.
I always make them say 'please' and 'thank you' with strangers and with friends, but why do I never do this with myself. I think the thing that shocks me the most is when they do actually say 'thank you'...why am I so excited when a child finally tells me 'thank you'? Should I be that excited to hear words that should naturally be said every day?
I have never been bothered by their lack of manners until this morning. Something happened that burned my ass and I tell you what, it was like a lightbulb went off. Did either of my kids say thank you for ONE thing I did this morning? The answer was no. It was 6:40 in the morning and by this time I had already helped wake them up, helped them get dressed, helped them do their hair and brush their teeth, helped them get their lunches in their backpacks, helped them get their shoes on, and helped them find breakfast. Not one thank you. Not. One.
I went into lecture mode, which means nobody heard a word I said. It makes me sad how hard I work to make their lives easy and fun and I get nothing in return. Yes, I have kids that love me and truly need me, but they don't appreciate much. They aren't thankful for the life they have. They are never satisfied which makes me think I have done something horribly wrong along the way.
I have led them to believe that they don't need to be thankful. I have led them to believe that they are entitled to this wonderful life they have been given. I have led them to believe that no matter what they can have and get what they want without having to work hard and be appreciative.
Something has got to change. As a teacher I see this every second of everyday. I see kids that believe they don't have to work hard to get the things that they want. I see kids given everything hand over foot with no care in the world as to how hard someone has worked to make sure that they are blessed with a great life. I see kids feeling entitled to get things that they did nothing to earn.
I don't want my kids to be those kids. I want my kids to be thankful, appreciative, and kind. And right now, they are not.
I always make them say 'please' and 'thank you' with strangers and with friends, but why do I never do this with myself. I think the thing that shocks me the most is when they do actually say 'thank you'...why am I so excited when a child finally tells me 'thank you'? Should I be that excited to hear words that should naturally be said every day?
I have never been bothered by their lack of manners until this morning. Something happened that burned my ass and I tell you what, it was like a lightbulb went off. Did either of my kids say thank you for ONE thing I did this morning? The answer was no. It was 6:40 in the morning and by this time I had already helped wake them up, helped them get dressed, helped them do their hair and brush their teeth, helped them get their lunches in their backpacks, helped them get their shoes on, and helped them find breakfast. Not one thank you. Not. One.
I went into lecture mode, which means nobody heard a word I said. It makes me sad how hard I work to make their lives easy and fun and I get nothing in return. Yes, I have kids that love me and truly need me, but they don't appreciate much. They aren't thankful for the life they have. They are never satisfied which makes me think I have done something horribly wrong along the way.
I have led them to believe that they don't need to be thankful. I have led them to believe that they are entitled to this wonderful life they have been given. I have led them to believe that no matter what they can have and get what they want without having to work hard and be appreciative.
Something has got to change. As a teacher I see this every second of everyday. I see kids that believe they don't have to work hard to get the things that they want. I see kids given everything hand over foot with no care in the world as to how hard someone has worked to make sure that they are blessed with a great life. I see kids feeling entitled to get things that they did nothing to earn.
I don't want my kids to be those kids. I want my kids to be thankful, appreciative, and kind. And right now, they are not.
Monday, November 23, 2015
Sloane got glasses!
We got a letter home that Sloane did not pass the school's eye exam. I was a little surprised because she has always passed her exams at the pediatrician and she has never complained that she couldn't see. I also got the paper and was more than confused because I know nothing about eye exams and what those numbers mean!
Nonetheless, we took Sloane in and she indeed needed glasses. She SERIOUSLY looks adorable in her glasses. She chose black frames (mainly from us (Mandy and me) pushing her towards black and away from pink or purple). We know how finicky Sloane is and I could see pink glasses not matching an outfit and that leading towards a GIANT fight at 6:15 am....so black was best. Any-who...She narrowed down her choices and chose an adorable pair of glasses.
When her glasses came in she was BEYOND excited. She literally began to sob with excitement. I was so confused by her reaction but she said she is just "so happy!" She has loved having them. My hope it the joy continues and that her eyes correct themselves over the year and then we can be done with the glasses :)
Nonetheless, we took Sloane in and she indeed needed glasses. She SERIOUSLY looks adorable in her glasses. She chose black frames (mainly from us (Mandy and me) pushing her towards black and away from pink or purple). We know how finicky Sloane is and I could see pink glasses not matching an outfit and that leading towards a GIANT fight at 6:15 am....so black was best. Any-who...She narrowed down her choices and chose an adorable pair of glasses.
Fall Break
We spent the week sitting on the beach (a very tiny beach), riding bikes, eating delicious food, swimming, snorkeling, shopping, and drinking. It was a great week to fully focus on us, we needed it and it was 100% perfect. I am very thankful to have a husband who wants to take the time to focus on us...a husband who makes an effort to make sure we have what we need.
After Kyle and I went on our vacation it was Aiden and Sloane's turn to head to Florida. The kids and I drove to Pensacola to spend the week with my dad and Lucy. Yes, I drove, alone, by myself, with no help. It was insanely...easy. I couldn't believe how well the kids did and how well I handled it. Yep, kudos to ME.
Anyway. This TRIP (not a vacation when kids are there) was great too. We spent every day at the beach (even if it wasn't HOT HOT HOT). The kids had a blast and I loved spending time with them. I really missed the stinkers after being gone a week. However, I really missed Kyle not being with us. I am not a fan of being apart from my husband in any capacity. I call it a healthy obsession...he might call it annoying.
The kids and I loved dad & Lucy's new house. It was really big and new and fun to discover new things. The kids had a lot of fun being around dad and building things. Sloane got to help Lucy cook (while I did crossword puzzles and didn't help). It was just really a good week. Dad drove back to Indiana with us, so that was an even easier drive...although I think the kids knew how stressed I was about driving there so they were especially good....this was NOT the case on the way home.
Aiden is 8
So this post is a little late!
On October ninth at 12:15 Aiden turned 8. EIGHT. Sheesh that happened fast. I remember when he was little thinking that time does not go by fast. Being a new mom was not easy. People would always say, "enjoy it while it lasts" and I always thought they were CRAZY. Nothing was enjoyable about being a new mom. It was hard. It was new. It was unpredictable. I am not laid back, so none of that was easy for me. Now Aiden is 8 and I think, "damn, that went fast." While I truly can't say I wish he was little, I do miss having him little. I am too busy loving who he has become to want him to be anything but 8. I love his personality. He has such a big heart and loves to play with his friends. He loves getting his way and becomes very loving when he gets what he wants (yep). I am ok with it. He has learned that throwing fits are pointless and that talking things out is usually a lot easier. He has learned that I am always right and when I am wrong I am working on apologizing. He has learned that mommy has a temper and even when I yell at him I still love him immensely. He has learned that he is good at sports, but doesn't love to practice to get better. He has learned that being sneaky, while easy, never ends well for him.
I can truly say I love who Aiden is. I wouldn't trade him being a baby again for anything. I hope his 8th year brings him as much joy as he brings those of us around him!
On October ninth at 12:15 Aiden turned 8. EIGHT. Sheesh that happened fast. I remember when he was little thinking that time does not go by fast. Being a new mom was not easy. People would always say, "enjoy it while it lasts" and I always thought they were CRAZY. Nothing was enjoyable about being a new mom. It was hard. It was new. It was unpredictable. I am not laid back, so none of that was easy for me. Now Aiden is 8 and I think, "damn, that went fast." While I truly can't say I wish he was little, I do miss having him little. I am too busy loving who he has become to want him to be anything but 8. I love his personality. He has such a big heart and loves to play with his friends. He loves getting his way and becomes very loving when he gets what he wants (yep). I am ok with it. He has learned that throwing fits are pointless and that talking things out is usually a lot easier. He has learned that I am always right and when I am wrong I am working on apologizing. He has learned that mommy has a temper and even when I yell at him I still love him immensely. He has learned that he is good at sports, but doesn't love to practice to get better. He has learned that being sneaky, while easy, never ends well for him.
I can truly say I love who Aiden is. I wouldn't trade him being a baby again for anything. I hope his 8th year brings him as much joy as he brings those of us around him!
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