Showing posts with label Alex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alex. Show all posts

Friday, May 27, 2011

My heartbeats.

No matter what age, the boys and the girl love to hear the stories of the moment they were born. They are all completely at ease with that part of our life cycle. I'm assuming it's because there are so many of them, that they each have a memory of a sibling being born. Except Brooklyn of course, but she has experienced close friends having babies.

This is the first time Alex has really been intrigued by the details of his "marching day", as he calls his March birthday.

He asked, "What was the first thing I did when I came out? Did I relax? Did you put a diaper on me? Did I get a bath?"

I said, "No, you laid on my chest and looked at me while I looked at you." I proceeded to explain the process of breastfeeding a newborn baby and the special ingredients that are passed from mommy to baby to prevent them from getting sick. I told him how he loved to be swaddled by his father and then held tightly next to my heart.

He said, "Mom, does your heart sound like this?" He kicked his feet in a rhythm against the couch.

And then Alex started to cry very soft, quiet tears. I asked him why he was crying, and he said, "I don't know. I guess I remember being a baby and being happy to hear your heart."

What a sweet kid. He can by my favorite today.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Whiskey Tango Moths

My personal greatest joy from raising children hasn't come from their unconditional love, their adoring looks of admiration, the generous compliments from patient strangers, or the piles of handcrafted notes and gifts. No, the moments I hold nearest and dearest to my heart are when some phrase uttered from their innocent mouth stops me in my tracks and has me seriously thinking how complex those little minds are. Now onto the story...


My three lucky boys were given the disgusting task of clearing and wiping out the pantry shelves to eradicate our problem pest...the common kitchen moth. It hasn't been a pretty last couple of hours. We're finding leftover cereal bags that have now become cheap moth hotels, and opened boxes of pasta that baby moths (aka worms) are happily munching on as fuel for their growing bodies. Probably the most disturbing are the hundreds of moth nests lined up in the crevices of the shelves just waiting to hatch open and start their worthless life cycle all over again.

Alex says, "I bet thewe's a lot of moths getting mawwied in thewe."

How sweet is the simple logic of a newly six year old? A little background information: just before the gerbils had their babies, we pronounced the mom and dad husband and wife once we found Tibby, the dad, happily riding piggy back on his fiance, Megan. What a beautiful wedding!

I have to be realistic here; I don't expect my children to follow in footsteps that I myself did not lay. Jake was an out of wedlock baby, and he is well aware that his father and I were married when he was nearly a year old. Therefore, I feel like a hypocritical mother teaching them that babies are the product of matrimony. My lesson of choice is that babies should be made with love and preparation. There is nothing more wonderful than being ready to parent a child, and most people just aren't until they've found a suitable mate and settled into a comfortable life first.


Regardless, Alex has deduced that the moths must have somehow performed an abundance of wedding ceremonies deep in the nooks and crannies of our pantry in order to be setting up shop and creating families at every corner.

I COL'd (chuckled out loud since it wasn't quite enough to be a LOL) when I overheard this conversation...

Toby says, "I bet they didn't get married and that's why there are so many of them."

Jake says, "If they were ready to be parents then there would only be a few moths because they'd have been responsible and had a normal number of babies. But because they weren't married yet, the men moths had babies with ALL of the girl moths instead of just his wife."

Toby says, "Irresponsible moths. Now we're losing money on all our food because we have to feed all these babies."

Jake says, "I wonder how long it would have been until the babies found boyfriends and girlfriends and had a bunch of their own babies? Then we'd really have been losing money."

Then he shouts, "MOM! How long does it take for a moth worm to become an adult?"

And now for my moment...Toby says, "I wonder if Wal-Mart has moths."

Damn, I love my kids.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

It's an honor roll kind of day!

Way to go Alex! "R" club, honor roll, and perfect attendance. He's my only kid to get an "E" in math.



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Monday, April 4, 2011

Cross, loop around, push through, and pull!

Motivation: a powerful tool for getting a six year old to do undesired tasks.

Last night, he begged me, "Momma (yah, his brothers make fun of him for calling me momma.), please, please can I have some new shoes? Please! These are the only ones I have ever wanted!"

Momma says, "Sorry my man, but you aren't of the shoe tying human variety yet."

Alex says, "I'll learn, I pwomise!" (No spelling error. The boy has a speech issue too cute for words sometimes.)

Thus, a bargain was formed and sealed with a high five. The white and blue tie shoes belonged to Momma until he was a shoe tie-er.

We sat together at the desk, one shoe each, and worked step by step on our project last night. After a mere hour of quiet tears of frustration and gritted teeth, there was success!

"Mom! I did it!"

Yes! My youngest son is ready to join the league of shoe tying boys.







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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

#6 pizza just for the boy!

This lucky 6 year old picked homemade pizza for his birthday dinner.



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Happy Birthday Alex James!

That kid Toby is in so much trouble, but it hasn't come to fruition for him yet.

Rewind to one hour ago:

I had high hopes that my newly 6 year old would make it safely to school with his pan of 21 homemade banana cupcakes. Although shouting out the door to Toby, "Walk slow so he doesn't drop his cupcakes!", left me with an ominous feeling in my gut.

My ESP must have been up and kicking because not 5 minutes later my phone buzzes with a text from Toby, "Alex is standing here with a pile of cupcakes on the ground."

I shoved my feet in my thongs and stormed out the door, still jammified mind you.

I keep expecting to come across a sugary slaughter, but at every approaching section of sidewalk there is nothing. No sad, birthday boy sobbing over the pathetic pile of banana and cream cheese goodness; no older brother who was in too much of a hurry to get to breakfast to slowly walk and ensure the safety of my baked goods. Every other neighborhood kid was there, just not mine, and none had seen the boys. Kids love a mom in pajamas FYI.

So I call the school secretaries since Toby has dutifully turned his cell phone off .

They discover Alex and his 21 homemade banana cupcakes safely in his kindergarten class. Just to rub it in, they add that he's beaming from ear to ear, and "Wow! Those cupcakes look delicious!" Thank you, I know.

I've been duped!!!! My own 9 year old played a ridiculously inconvenient joke on me. He succeeded in making his mother walk, no stomp, all the way to school, ready to school him good on the consequences of disobeying my "walk slow" orders.

I debated about returning the favor with an impromptu Pajama Mom classroom visit to take the cell phone from him in a ceremonial display. Instead I decided to keep it simple and let him mop all of my floors as if cupcakes had been smooshed into their crevices.

Lesson learned: don't mess with mom before 7:30am and coffee.

Anyways, happy birthday to my sweet Alex James!



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Monday, March 28, 2011

Picture success!

Alright, I got it!!! Prepare yourself for my photo caption ramblings, world!




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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Alex's words of wisdom

Alex informed me there is an ice cream party at his school tomorrow at 8am. He says that everyone is invited: moms, dads, brothers, sisters, cats, dogs, grandmas. "But not my bwothers because I don't want them to, and not Cawy because she'yl get a bwain fweeze."