Sunday, June 26, 2011

Little Boys...

   I used to think that children born to the same parents, raised in the same home, with the same rules & morals, would be somewhat alike.  I totally understand that our personalities are as different as a Minnesota summer & winter, but I still thought (maybe hoped?) that we'd all have a little something in common. 

     Boy was I wrong!!!

     Babies are babies - whether a boy or a girl.  Diapers are diapers.  Onesies are onesies.  Breastfeeding is breastfeeding - bottles with pink rings or blue rings are almost identical.  It doesn't matter if I'm awake at 2am because of a sleepless girl or a restless boy.  But NOW... almost 2 years into this - I'm finally starting to see some major differences in parenting a little boy -vs- 4 little girls.  And I'd like to commend all my friends on their little boys.  

  Heh...  there I was all these years -  wondering why they didn't discipline those boys.  Rolling my eyes as I watched them tear across a baseball diamond trying to catch their son while a game was in play.  I watched their kids spend hours just DOING things.  Nothing specific - just things.  Non-stop.  Constantly being in action - and I secretly wondered just how much red food-dye these people were feeding these children!  I was shocked at times - and appalled at others.

     I was obviously a much better parent. 

  Then it hit me.  Literally.  Right in the side of the head with one of those plastic golf clubs that all three little kids got for Easter this year (because they matched and it was cute and I could get a picture of them all playing golf in the backyard with their Grandpa). 

     And then he turned to hit his sister and ran like a thief!  We sat on the floor and did the only thing we could do.   We laughed.  Which was wrong on so many levels - but the surprise and shock of an almost 2 year old wielding a plastic golf club in this way did us in.  We heard him circle the stairs - patter through the kitchen - and saw him come back into the dining-room heading for us in the living-room just swinging away. 

     Of course I stopped him and scolded him - and held back my laughter the best I could.  And his bottom lip stuck out further than I thought possible.

     At that moment - something else hit me. 

     I was so wrong about my friends. 

     I've since joined the "I have a boy" club - and for anyone who does have a boy,   you all know there certainly IS a club.  We earn badges almost daily for competing in events such as "lets scream for Grandpa all through Best Buy" and "I can change a diaper faster than you can pee on me" and for spending 3 continuous hours walking/jogging behind you while you wander through every square foot of our yard trying to push the double stroller and refusing to let me help.  Most of us moms could easily diaper an octopus in under 30 seconds or successfully re-buckle a monkey in a carseat while driving down the interstate doing 70 mph. 

     My little boy screams SHRIEKS louder than any of my girls ever did - and his temper is much shorter as well.  There is however less gray areas than there were with my girls.  To this day - they are much moodier in many ways.  With him?  He's only mad because he's hungry, or tired, or thirsty, or because someone is once again taking away the screwdriver (or the golf club).   I need to baby proof in new more creative ways because this boy tends to catch on much faster than the girls ever did and he's apparently not afraid to climb onto the kitchen island even after 13 14 15 16 falls.

     I've been humbled with him - and know I haven't even seen the tip of the iceberg.  The stories I've heard about his Dad weren't exaggerated as I originally thought.  There is truth to them and it scares me.  A lot.    I'm nowhere near as experienced as other moms to boys and know I have years of gray hairs to earn ahead of me - but am thankful to know that so many of my friends are able to recommend the best hair coloring brands as they've walked this road before me!   




Thursday, June 23, 2011


      Just a short time ago, I was done with having babies.  
An appointment was made to get my tubes tied. 
I was very much ok with that chapter in my life being over.   
and Her
and Me.

And somehow God found out about that plan.   
And he laughed. 
And he changed my plan and probably laughed some more.  

And then there were four.
Plus Me. 
And Plus her Daddy.  
So then there were five  
Five was enough and five was all.
Really just five.  No more

And then a year passed and life settled a bit.
I almost got a full nights sleep.  I think...
And God remembered my old plan
and chuckled at the irony.
 And THEN...
We outgrew our car
and our house
and our truck
and our pantry
and our bedrooms
and somedays our sanity.
Well... with 5 girls and just one of him - 
I think he outgrew his sanity first.  

And God watched and loved
and laughed and grinned
and less than a year
after there were six

 There were seven. 
To be continued...

Sunday, June 12, 2011


After a year of thinking and mulling it over and tossing it around and hemming and hawing - I've decided to stay with Canon and purchased an EOS 60D.

I'm really very cheap frugal when it comes to purchasing anything expensive.  I should add that my qualifications for deeming something "expensive" are much broader than most.  I should add that I ALWAYS use coupons and tell you that they don't make coupons for cameras.   No they don't - I checked.  And... I'll tell you that I still have a pit in my stomach from buying something like this for myself.

BUT - It's here to stay and I love it!

   We were lucky enough to have my Dad come stay with us this weekend and he helped Brandt get a nice start on the woodpile.  Apparently wood burns nicer/easier when having a bonfire if it's been split first.  Who knew!

     Last week we spent 4 days in Wisconsin Dells with our kids.  While we were gone my Dad came to house sit for us.  At least he told us he was going to house sit.  What he really did was plant the garden, clean the garage, mow the lawn, and trim the trees.  I love that he did all of this but feel guilty WE didn't get to it ourselves.  I don't feel as guilty as I do about buying my camera - but still....  

     I'm especially excited about the radishes.  Mostly because they will be ready first.  Then the peas.  The glorious sweet sugar snap peas.  The "I'll be in the garden eating raw peas right from their pods" peas.  Then will come the table onions and the green beans and then the corn & the potatoes.  I'm not gonna hold my breath for any/many strawberries though and know not to plan on asparagus until sometime in 2013.  I think the raspberries & blueberries will show up that year too except for the wild ones.  Those will be here SOON!

     I had to play with my new toy as well - and found I have a lot to learn. 

Luckily I had a very willing model!

     Canon EOS 60D for Dummies has been read to page 30 so far.

     And finally a more updated picture of the house. 

  Finally our house.

  Our home.