Monday, April 18, 2011

Do you want to play a game with me?

Let's play a game, Jeopardy style. 

The answer is:  2 hours, 3 minutes, 2 seconds.

Ok, shout out your guesses now. 

What is... the amount of time we spent hunting Easter Egg this weekend?  No.

What is... the time we spent sitting in traffic trying to find a parking place at the Fort Worth Main St. Arts Festival?  Nope.

What is... how long it took me to give both kids a bath and put them to bed on Sunday night after they ate cupcakes, cookies and candy at the neighborhood Spring Fling?  Almost!

What is... how long I wanted to spend sitting in a bubble bath, drinking a glass of wine after putting the kids to bed Sunday night.  Nada (because I would have fallen asleep after 15 minutes).

What is... my prediction for my race time in the Heels and Hills half marathon on May 1st?  I wish!

It is the time of the Fastest Marathon ever, set today at the Boston MarathonThat is AMAZING.  That is also twice as fast as I currently run. 

So if I could actually run my HALF marathon in 2 hours, 3 minutes and 2 seconds, then I could say that I am HALF as fast as the winner of the Boston Marathon.  I think I can live with that. 

If you want to guess my time for the race, post it in the comments below.  (Hint:  I am running between a 9 and 10 minute pace in my training runs and the race is 13.1 miles), 

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

My Daughter has a Boyfriend

When Trey arrived to pick up Sophia at pre-K a few weeks ago she ran up to him with a huge smile plastered across her face, excited to tell him her news. 

"I met a new friend today, Daddy," she said while by hopping back and forth from one leg to the other, doing her happy dance. (Side note: the happy dance looks a lot like the I have to potty dance but you can tell the difference if she has a panicked look on her face.  This dance was accompanied by a big smile so it had to be the happy dance).

"That's great sweetie," he replied, as he reached down to give her a hug.  "What is her name?" 

"Not a girl daddy, I met a boy!  I don't know his name but he just started going to school here and I met him today and I REALLY like him,"  Sophia said, looking up at her daddy with complete innocence in her bright blue eyes. 

Really... Long... Pause...  Trey picked his heart up off the floor and while beads of sweat formed on his brow.  His little girl LIKED A BOY.  He was so not ready for this.  Didn't he have another 60 years until she started dating?   

"That's great that you made a new friend," he finally said, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

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A few days later, Sophia and I were in the car alone driving home from a birthday party.  I had secretly been informed of her new "friend" but Sophia had yet to share her news with me.  I thought that little girls were supposed to share all their secrets with their mommies but so far I was being left in the dark. 

"Mommy, do you love boys?" Sophia suddenly asked.

My eyes flicked up to the rear view mirror to look at my daughter in the backseat of the car, trying to catch a glimpse of her face.  She was sitting in her pink booster seat, staring out the window and appeared to be deep in thought.  Surprised by her question and unsure where it was leading, I didn't answer right away.   

Finally I responded, "Yes, I love your daddy and he is a boy.  I also love Tallen and he is a boy."

After another long pause I said, "I also love you, Sophia, and I love my mommy and both of you are girls.  So I guess you could say that I love both boys and girls."

"What about you," I finally asked, "who do you love?"

"I just love boys," she answered. 

This was my chance.  She started this coversation and I wasn't going to let it go until I had the scoop.

"Are there any special boys that you love?  Like Daddy, or Tallen, or anyone at school?" I asked again. 

"Mo-om," she answered in very disgusted teenagerish voice.  (Is teenagerish a word?)  "Dad already told you.  I am going to marry that boy on the radio." 

Apparently Trey and Sophia listen to a lot of music on the radio while they are in the car together.  Whenever Sophia hears a song that she likes, first she asks the name of the person or group singing, then she asks to see a picture of them.  With the magic black box that is the iPhone, Trey can pull up a picture in 2.2 seconds of the artist or group.  That is how my daughter decided that she is going to marry Chris Brown.  After hearing his song and seeing his picture for the first time, she declared "I like him, so I think I want to marry him when I get older". 

So now I have a 4 1/2 year old daughter who doesn't tell me about the boys she likes at school, talks to me like I should already know what she is thinking, and wants to marry Chris Brown.  Does anyone else think I should be worried? How did my daughter suddenly become a teenager? 

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A few nights later, Sophia and I were lying in her bed talking before I turned out the lights.  I finally asked her "Do you have a boyfriend, Sophia?" 

"Yes, my boyfriend is AJ," she said with a big smile on her face. 

Sophia and her boyfriend, AJ
"Why is he your boyfriend?" I asked.

"Because I like him, Mom.  He's my friend and I like playing with him at school,"  she replied. 

Sophia's teacher snapped a few pictures of them together at school last week.  They were getting ready for a school performance and Sophia would not participate until she was able to stand beside AJ.  That night on stage, in front of all the parents, Sophia held on tightly to AJ's hand while they stood on the stage in the sanctuary and sang several songs.  When the children were finished singing, she pointed excitedly to Trey and me in the audience and told him "Look, there is my mommy and daddy!" 

That is how I met my daughter's first boyfriend. 

I hope she is just as excited to introduce us to her boyfriends at 14 like she is at 4 yrs old. 

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Motherhood Milestones

A few months ago, I reached a huge milestone in this journey called Motherhood. It happened in the middle of the night, when Sophia woke up with a stomach bug and started throwing up in her bed. The sounds of her crying woke me and I immediately recognized the sound of her getting sick. When I walked into her room, she was sitting up in the middle of her bed with her head hanging down. Tears were streaming down her face and as I was walking towards her - she got sick again. What did I do?

I stood there… and waited for her to finish throwing up.

That was when I realized something… I have reached the point of motherhood where I am no longer willing to catch throw-up with my hands.

When she was finished getting sick, I helped her out of bed and walked her to the bathroom. I filled the bathtub with warm water, stripped off her pajamas then washed her hair and shivering little body. After getting her dried off and dressed in clean clothes, I put her in bed with her daddy while I stripped the bed and started washing her sheets. Once I had everthing cleaned up, I climbed in bed beside both of them and went back to sleep. 

Motherhood has definitely changed for me since I started this journey almost five years ago. After Sophia was born, I was in hyper-protective mode for months. When she was a few weeks old, I was scared to leave the room because I believed that no one else was qualified to watch my sleeping baby. I hated to let other people hold her in public and I refused to leave her in the nursery at church until she was over six months old. Mama Bear protecting her baby cub was an accurate description of my attitude at the time.

After my second child and few years of experience under my belt, saying that my mothering style has changed is an understatement. Just like an infant reaching those all important milestones like their first smile, first tooth, first bite of food - I have reached some important Motherhood Milestones in the past five years.  These are not the obvious milestones like leaving Sophia with a babysitter for the first time or letting her "cry it out" to go to sleep at night.  These are more like the "I am claiming my life back" moments that I needed to regain my sanity after the exhausting baby years.

MOTHERHOOD MILESTONES:
- Responding to every cry, whimper or whine is counterproductive to the development of a child.  Let them learn to live with a few bumps and bruises.  When I hear someone cry, I ask them "Do I need to call an ambulance?  Is there blood?"  If the answer to both of these questions is no, then mommy's attention is not necessary.

-  Realizing that I have the right to eat the food on my plate ALL BY MYSELF, without sharing with the kids is justified and necessary.  I just say that the food is too spicy and it will burn their mouth then happily finish my meal in peace without little fingers dipping into my plate.

 - Teaching kids that every toy in the house is not for their personal use saves you money.  Last spring, my husband bought me an HP Mini laptop that is only for ME.  It is so pretty and NO ONE else is allowed to use it, touch it, or even breathe on it.  When Sophia wants to practice her "typing," she can happily click away on the computer in the kitchen without me worrying that she will delete a file or break the keyboard. 

-  Eating out at a restaurant WITH THE KIDS is forbidden from this day forward until all children have learned to sit in their own seats, eat from their own plates, and participate in table conversation without letting out random shrieks or screams.  Growling and roaring like animals is also prohibited.

 - Signing up to train for a half-marathon gives me a minimum of five hours of time to myself each week during my training runs. BONUS: I am raising money for cancer research and getting in shape too!

(Disclaimer: No children were severely hurt, injured, or ignored during my motherhood duties.  All children have been fed, cared for and loved excessively.  They just have a mommy who realizes "I am just as important as my kids" which actually makes me a better mom).