A Lazy Sunday

The Christmas Season has been magical.... intermittent with periods of reality as family and life co-exist....however, it's also wonderful to have a quiet, extremely lazy Sunday morning. 

R & W are still in their pjs, fireplace is on, Mrs. Doubtfire is showing on TV, and my hair is uncombed. Ahhhhh....heaven.

What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day?

The Bernt Berger

Once upon a time there was a moody mom who wanted a hug and chat from her husband while cooking dinner.

After placing hamburger on to cook, MM went upstairs to complain her woes away. 5 min later she is entering the kitchen to find the room FILLED with smoke. Oh look! It's pouring out of the pot! Lets take that baby to the front step.

As soon as the door was closed, the smoke detector started a piercing shriek . Waving towels & opening windows it finally stopped but then the house alarm went off.

Sheesh!

Thank goodness the children hid in the basement & the husband hid upstairs.

Suddenly, MM noticed red flashing lights approaching the house. I'm sure all the neighbors did too.

Oh kind Fireman, thank you for being so patient, letting the 7 yr old in the truck to turn on the alarm, bringing all the trainees with you, etc.

We hope to only see you on a social basis from now on.

Prologue:
The sweet, humiliated husband scrubbed that burned pot for all he was worth. His dish pan hands will be ever marred.

The Switch

As a parent of two exceptional boys, my past posts were consumed with W's antics. My how times are changing! There has been a switch in our household as R moves into this Wonderland role....I wonder what he'll come up with next?

Kindergarten has been a mixed bag of nuts for R. Every night before a school day, he begs to not go. Clings to my arm and "Please, please, please-es" me. It cracks my heart a little each time to tell R that he must go now as he is 5yrs. (5 has been a magic number for R....just not in this area) Finally he has disclosed that art is the problem. "I don't like art".

Well, most little boys aren't ones to sit and color or read all day now are they? They want to move and grove and shoot pretend guns and giggle and use potty talk.

Not your boy? Ohhhh....!!! That's just mine. {{wink wink}}

Anyhow...besides being gross motor motivated as all boys are, R has a moderate to severe fine motor delay....and he's really come far in this area....but still printing & drawing pictures are hard for him. Right now, this is presenting more as a planning problem, than a fine motor problem. Does that make sense? He's got the tri-pod grip down pat now and and can color. Last year at this time there was NO coloring, only tracing and dot to dots, so I tell you he has Come. Far.

BUT. All this printing and drawing pictures and PLANNING is difficult for our R.  Hence the aversion to school. You know, that "Draw 4 interesting Bat Facts" sheet kinda sent him rolling in the "I hate this" direction....but I digress.

Tuesday I was chatting with Mrs. J....his fanTABulous SNA....happened to mention Benson (the dog) and she was shocked.
"So he's alive then?"
Uh, what? Yes our dog is alive.

Turns out last week she was trying to get R to draw a picture of Benson, and he told her that his dog is dead. Died. Gone. And she felt so badly about bringing up a sad topic by using his pet to "coerce" a drawing.

Gah!

She laughed and I was shocked that the little stinker lied to get out of drawing a picture. That turkey!
You know he hates art when.....

Lately, this kiddo, who was my easy boy, is throwing me all sorts of curve balls such as this. As noted, there's been a switch thrown between these boys.  I!-Yi-Yi!! What's a momma to do?!

Catching what R's pitching,
Mrs. M

The Trees

So,  we've moved. To the trees. Almost mountains. So close I can see them...if only for the trees! Those beautiful tall trees are part of the reason I have been a negligent blogger as now we have no internet access. Not officially....sort of.

Thank heavens for my friendly IPhone and 3G for it would really be rural technology here! So, for the time being I can blog on my mobile device which is aching my wrist and index finger or sometimes I'm able to cyphon it through to the laptop via IPhone personal hotspot. Risque minds removed from the "hotspot" please!

Mobile blogging gives you star photography scenes such as the above. My view as I sip a chai tea, listen to Christmas music ALONE while enjoying a little vehicular me time prior to an appointment with Dr. B.

Ahhhh.....the life of a mom. It's about the small moments, isn't it?

Dr. B, by the way, is our superstar Developmental Optometrist. W is participating in a Vision Therapy program with Dr B, Miss K (OT) and Miss J(yoga). I am so pleased with the program and the staff. Maybe not the homework...wink, wink....but we all know every therapy is just a means of managing/coping/learning so "homework" is forever....otherwise, what's the point? No effort...no gain.

Mmmm....warmth on a foggy, snowy Fall day.

And that, my Interblogging Friends, is what a mobile post looks like from me. Hoping for "real" internet aren't you?

Ya! Me too!

Not quite fogged in,

Mrs. M

White Underwear

Having two little boys who are close to the same size has resulted in one boy wearing athletic style boxers & the other having briefs.
This makes laundry easier as who's who's is a no-brainer.
One day,the athletic boxers were all in the laundry so that boy was given a pair of white briefs to wear.
" I don't like white underwear Mom"
"Why?"
"Cause I look like Mr. Bean."

A week later brief boy walks into my bedroom wearing white underwear ad announces,
" I don't like these underwear"
"What? Why?"
"Because! They look like yours!"

Fall Anew

Traditionally Fall has always felt like a New Year to me. Definately because of school. The new school year, new clothes, new pencil crayons, sometimes new insecurities, and new friends.
This Fall is one of change like no other as well.

No, I'm not returning to school. ;)

Both of my boys are in new schools though. That counts.

We sold our house. In three days. With three showings. And three offers. Wowzas.

We bought a house.

Our new home.

 An acreage. Another big change. Farewell city living. Hello trees, wild life, quiet, and room to roam.

Fun, little barn. The boys and I are planning to sleep in the hayloft next summer.

Yes!  I am feeling incredibly blessed that we can provide this opportunity for the boys. To climb trees...and not be yelled at by Res. Assoc staff to get down!!....to build forts, to have a swing in the yard, to chase squirrels, learn how to skate on a pond, snowshoe, etc etc. We are blessed!



So, now it's packing time. Possession date is October 23. Pack and purge. Thankfully, my favorite husband is at work and unable to help which means I can purge with conviction and no explanation!

This Fall is all about new beginnings for the RWB household. New schools, new home, new lifestyle, new backyard friends that hopefully will keep their distance, right "Bullwinkle"?

Gobble Till You Wobble

Happy Thanksgiving All!
Today was a day of surprises...and I'm thankful for that.
We were to have a quiet home day (and I thought I might pack a box or six) alas instead W and I went on a date which included the Disney Store and 2 sets of family tshirts. One Mickey set...."Mom, I'm not a fan of Mickey Mouse." Well, we're going to Disney dude, so jump on board!"
And a Jack Skeleton/Nightmare Before Christmas set.

The Momma's Jack Shirt.

Boys' Jack.

Daddy's Jack.

Upon arriving home, I found we had a last minute, lovely invitation to Thanksgiving dinner at some earth-acquired grandparents. Wonderful! Good friends, good good, the kids all played so well and had hours of outside time and the adults were able to visit and laugh.

Thankful, thankful!