Sunday, February 27, 2011

We recycle our toys around here...

For me, a very surprising facet of motherhood has been what my child has wanted to play with. The most surprising toys of choice have toys. Toys from my childhood. My mother kept many of my better toys and when my son was born she brought them out, washed them, and gave them to him to play with. He was in heaven. I never thought about toys being timeless, but I guess that they are. The circus train filled with various circus animals...always a good time.
The tool set and the cash register. The register still has paper money and coins and still dings!

These were all mine as well. Mickey, one of my pound kitties (Christian ripped her eye out), and a stuffed dog given to me by my late grandfather when I was two years old.

This book is his current obsession and is actually not from my childhood but my aunt's. This book is probably 50 years old, but we read it over and over and over. He just can't get enough.

It's a simple, but beautiful story about a boy and his pony. I enjoy reading it (Thankfully!).
I will not be selling all of Christian's toys when he gets too old for them. There will be some that I'm already looking forward to seeing my grandchildren playing with!

Monday, February 21, 2011

A Monday

"Hey Everybody it's me, Mickey Mouse." oh wait, just kidding. I'm just confused because Mickey Mouse is on at our house daily and that darn show has music that will make even the most stoic adult sing in the shower. I've been known to make a fool of myself over Mickey never fails to make the little man laugh.

Right now C would like for you to see how cool his back hoe and track hoe are...

See cool, huh? He seems to think in, he's obsessed. It must be a boy thing.

Smile! it's Monday evening...only four more days until the weekend.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Weekend Random

  • My hubby and I were able to go out last night without children (GASP!) It was a lovely evening filled with dinner out, a quick field trip to Wally World (for shot gun shells....soooo romantic), and then we came home and watched a movie together. I was also very happy to sleep until 8:30 this morning which felt like a miracle to me especially since our little guy likes to get up at 5:30 am these days.

  • DVR - The greatest invention that I lived without for so many years and now I believe that I CANNOT live without it. We have created quite a large library of TV shows and movies on our DVR. I hardly ever watch live TV anymore. Commercials...what are those?!?!

  • Tonight C was praying before dinner and thanked God for Opa's motorcycle...I felt like a bad mom...amen.

  • It is 8:30 and my husband is in bed, asleep, snoring LOUDLY, with a heating pad on his back, and a western playing on the TV. When did my husband turn 70? I was under the mistaken impression that he is 33.

  • I'm surrounded by people expecting babies!!!!!!! I've never in my life thought that I could know so many pregnant women at one time. I can't keep it all straight. Who is due when? Who is having a girl? Who is having a boy? I'm seriously considering making a spreadsheet. Seriously.

  • My latest obsession...

    I love to read. I usually read books that are mindless, easy reads. Romance, Mystery, Science Fiction, etc. I recently found this series of books by Karen Moning called The Fever Series. There are 5 books in the series and this book, Shadowfever, is the final book. These books instantly gripped me. I DEVOURED them. They are intense, dark, emotional roller coaster books that take place in a unique, science fiction world. Each book is filled with more questions than answers. The heroine is a very unlikely heroine that I never thought I could root for. I was on the edge of my seat. I will be re-reading them for sure and they have an official place on my all time favorites shelf.

    • It was a sunny Saturday so I spent a lot of time outside with my little man. He loves it outside, of course, so today made him a very happy boy. We went to a park/playground with some of our friends and he climbed, ran, slid down the slides, attempted the monkey bars, and swung with the best of them. Much fun.

    Tuesday, February 15, 2011


    Setting: Eating dinner at home last night
    Mommy: "C, you have to eat your potatoes. I promise that you will like them!"
    Little Man: "Aye Aye Captain!!"

    Setting: Staying with Nana and Opa while mommy and daddy go out to eat. Mommy and daddy have just left. C is crying.

    Nana: "There's no need to cry honey, Mommy and Daddy will be back in just a little while. You are going to eat dinner and play with Nana and Opa!"

    Little Man: "I just need Mommy. I need to see her picture."

    Thursday, February 10, 2011

    A List: Some of the things that I love about my little man

  • He discovers something new everyday. Today, as I was driving, I looked in the rearview mirror and he was pulling at his eyebrows, bringing his hands down and checking out the eyebrow hairs that he was pulling out. He continued to do this for about 10 minutes. The look of amazement and wonder on his face was priceless!

  • He often looks at me and says, "You are the best mommy." or "I love you, Mommy"

  • Lately he has been picking up on our emotions. He senses when something is wrong and asks, "What's wrong mommy?" Then he listens intently to what you have to say.

  • He's all boy. Climbing, running, yelling, eating alot, he's got it all down. There is nothing about my baby that isn't all boy.
      • Considering climbing this gate, no doubt.

        • His prayers are precious. He is very interested in saying his prayers himself instead of us saying them for him. We let him pray in what ever way he wants. Each prayer is priceless.

        • He has a passion for two songs in particular; Sugarlands 'Stuck Like Glue' and The Black Eyed Peas 'Boom Boom Pow'. I have no idea why. He asks to hear them constantly.

        • He's brave. Every milestone or big step in his life has gone somewhat seamlessly. I've worried and fretted over everything. Introducing baby food, taking away the bottle, having tubes put in his ears, taking away the pacifier, potty training, etc. He's faced everything head on and without very much fear and I'm just so proud of him for how he's handled all of it. I know that these things are small potatoes in the grand scheme of things, but I hope that I'm seeing a glimpse into the way he will handle the hard stuff in the future.

        • This face...

        Thursday, February 3, 2011

        A Birthday

        Today is my grandmother's birthday. She is 82. In her 82 years she has lived a life that, no one that I know, can even compare their life to. I find her life fascinating. I love to talk with her about it, hear her stories. She was born in Germany to an un-wed mother. Her mother punished her for this fact all of her life. Her brother was born 10 years after her and he was never punished because he was male. She lived a childhood of daily hard work, constantly trying to stay out of her mother's way in a small (but beautiful) town in Germany. It was a Germany that had just lived through the first World War and was about to enter into another. The Second World War stripped her family of what little they had and she moved out even though she longed to stay and protect and care for her brother. She met my grandfather after he had become injured fighting in the war for the Germans. He was from a prominent family that had also been brought to its knees by the war. He saved my grandmother from a lifetime of poverty and hopelessness. He saw in her a fighter, a wise soul, a woman that would never leave his side. They rarely saw one another as he fought his way through veterinary school in Germany. They married and applied for sponsorship so that they could safely come to the U.S. Their first child was born in Germany and less than a year after her birth they were accepted for sponsorship by a small town doctor in Western Kentucky. My grandfather left and my grandmother came across the Atlantic alone with their few possessions and an infant in tow. She knew no english. She made her way to my grandfather in Kentucky and there they made a life for themselves. She taught herself english with the help of television and the sponsor doctor's family. My grandfather flourished as a veterinarian in their area and eventually took over his sponsors practice when he retired. They had two more children and my grandmother stayed at home and devoted her life to taking care of her children and her husband. The first thing that my grandfather did when he became financially stable in Kentucky was to buy land and pay it off. He believed that land was something that could never be taken away from you in the U.S. He relished the freedom that the United States gave them. A freedom that was never found back in Germany. My grandmother and grandfather never deluded themselves about the fact that they were Germans living in the middle of Kentucky right after World War II. They knew that they were being eyed suspiciously and even mocked at times. They did everything that they could to make themselves Kentuckians. To make their children "fit in". This was done at the expense of their German heritage. It was a heritage that they hardly ever talked about even to their children.

        When I was two years old my grandfather died and part of my grandmother died with him. There is a longing in her eyes that is ever present. It is obvious that they had the kind of love that is soul deep. In college, I went with my grandmother to Germany. We spent two weeks exploring her past and my grandfather's past. I saw the house where she was born, the house where she was when the Americans raided their town and took it over from the Germans, I saw her mother's grave, saw my great grandparents graves, met untold number of relatives, and saw castles and land vastly different from Kentucky. Two treasured weeks.

        I thank God for making her my grandmother. For delivering her straight into my grandfather's arms and then across the ocean to this place called Kentucky. My roots on my father's side might not be generations upon generations old in this place, but they run deep and they are strong. She made sure of it.