Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

Can you stop kicking me?

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I must get this recorded for posterity.  This morning, Poe and I were having our first coffee, and he was telling me about his dream.  It was a long convoluted story, as most dreams are.  How he ended it:  “James Earl Jones was our neighbor; he was a guru spy.”  How can I not note that?

Today is to be full of work, as yesterday was full of taking care of life.  There will be writing and conference calls and email checking and webinars and thinking to do.  Tomorrow, there are two conferences and a cardiologist appointment at the same time.  Because I’m just THAT good.  Poe and I will be donning our superhero costumes for our space/time continuum abilities.  We usually live like normal humans, but must break out the powers for conference days.  And since it IS conference week, the kids are on half days at school, which means I get to say, “Shhhh, I’m working” eleventy billion times.  I usually try to get it all done before they get home.  The good news?  We finished our living room, which means meals and cartoons are no longer taken in my bedroom/office.

So…  I guess it’s going to be a normal busy day here.  James Earl Jones notwithstanding.

I’m doing NaBloPoMo…  Are you?

How to Know When They’re No Longer Babies

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Kids grow up by increments.  Little by little.  But I think, now that I’ve been through two, I know when they’re well and truly no longer babies.  It’s not walking and being a “toddler.”  It’s not pre-school.  It’s not that all imporant Big Boy 5.  Not even the start of kindergarten.

It’s when they’ve lost both their front teeth, and both front big teeth come in.  That’s when they truly become gangly little smelly boys instead of you seeing that little baby inside.  They’ll always be my babies…  But they’re not babies anymore.

I’m doing NaBloPoMo, are you?

Growing up, Also: Not so much

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The boys are growing up a little.  Puberty feels just around the corner.

Logan loves for gel to be in his hair, and for his dad to “do” it.  Straight up and spiky preferred.  His hair takes longer than mine does.

Joseph went to school with cologne on.  He came home and said he was never ever doing it again.  He got too much attention.

Ahhhh… my son, there will come a time.

A Parenting Mistake?

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I have this little nightlight in the bathroom Poe gave me as a little Mother’s Day Gift. It’s a silver sun with a little blue drop crystal over the light. Pretty. Sparkly. Very me – hence the gift.

I was cleaning up today, and noticed that the crystal was just sort of there – leaning on the light instead of hanging. I took it, figuring maybe a cat brushed too hard against it and broke the metal groove it hung on. It was sitting on the table and Logan saw it, he said, “I don’t want to be sneaky anymore. I know how that broke. Joseph did it.” In other words, we’ve been on him about being sneaky, and he figured he’d get brownie points by ratting out his brother.

I called in Joseph and asked if he knew how it broke. Tears ensue, but he didn’t lie. He wanted to crystal for a necklace. He’s a bit of a horder and collector. Frankly, Logan’s room looks like a monastery room, whereas Joseph’s room looks like he’s already lived two decades, and all the stuff one might collect therein. Logan’s not a collector. Anyway – Joseph has trouble not taking something that’s not his, but he’s been making a lot of progress lately and put it back as best he could, “because it was wrong to take it.”

So. I make jewelry. Did you know that? I don’t sell it or anything, ’cause I don’t think I’m good enough at it, and don’t have the money to buy true good quality findings. But, I do have some stuff on hand that I make for myself. I had Joseph sit there while I fixed the nightlight. And then had him pick some beads and I made him a “manly” necklace.

Basically, I wanted him to know that wanting nice things that strike your eye is fine – it’s HOW you get it that matters.

Did I make a parenting mistake in making him a necklace? I don’t know if I taught the right lesson. That’s not rhetorical – I really want to know.

House Renovation (or what i’ve been doing instead of writing)

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I’m having a hard time – you can tell. Just look at the tone of the last several months of posts! And I have really nothing to note except for the same. And since nothing has actually happened, I don’t write. And I don’t write. Because I get tired, too, of the same conversation. I realize it’s my journal, but man. A little variety would be great. No, really. I’ve run out of ways to say the same thing. The lack of writing has made me retreat a bit in the other online things of my life too. And in it’s place I’ve been doing some home renovations.

Long needed… We’ve lived here 3 years now.

Nothing too drastic. We don’t have the skills or money to do it ourselves, and we certainly don’t have the money to hire it out for the bigger stuff. So, we’re just doing what we can paint and such wise. And writing down the things that cost money, so that when our situation does turn around, we can prioritize and budget.

Anyway – if you’re interested, you can view the ongoing work at my flickr set. The pictures are awful, so you’ve been warned. Photography is simply a skill that refuses to be grasped by my mind. The basic gist, though is that Joseph’s room went from purple flowers to a baseball room, and Logan’s went from a seafoam green/spackled room to a pirate room. Both are happy. Both look a lot nicer in person (damn that photography.)

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