Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 25th 2015
Forced to take a walk in today's beautiful weather and then came back to a clean home and very little housework to do today. I feel blessed.
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 24th 2015
The school sent home the letter. That yearly letter that with that inevitable four letter word. The L word.
Well, we weren't before, but now we're all itching and paranoid.
And I've sprayed us all with rosemary and tea tree essential oils so we also smell like a herb garden.
Well, we weren't before, but now we're all itching and paranoid.
And I've sprayed us all with rosemary and tea tree essential oils so we also smell like a herb garden.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 23rd 2015
I tried to unlock someone else's car again. This is seriously becoming an issue.
Last time I tugged and tugged at the door of a car exactly like mine except it was white and I failed to see the difference between that and silver for some reason.
This time, I was trying a smaller model of my car. In my defense it was also silver and parked right next to mine. The sad part is, I had seen it there a few seconds before and made a funny mental note about the coincidence.
At least these cars are empty and locked. I remember a similar series of unfortunate events in Cairo (where parking is horrendous) and my husband would be waiting for me in our car as I hopped in and out of places.
On several occasions I would confidently open the door and try to get in next to some other man before realizing I had the wrong car. That always gave both the driver and I a good startle!
Last time I tugged and tugged at the door of a car exactly like mine except it was white and I failed to see the difference between that and silver for some reason.
This time, I was trying a smaller model of my car. In my defense it was also silver and parked right next to mine. The sad part is, I had seen it there a few seconds before and made a funny mental note about the coincidence.
At least these cars are empty and locked. I remember a similar series of unfortunate events in Cairo (where parking is horrendous) and my husband would be waiting for me in our car as I hopped in and out of places.
On several occasions I would confidently open the door and try to get in next to some other man before realizing I had the wrong car. That always gave both the driver and I a good startle!
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 22nd 2015
Our neighbors' son started an enterprising car wash business to make money for some nerf guns he wanted to purchase.
My husband was reluctant, but I took the car right over. My car was going to be cleaner, I'd be helping a young man's efforts to earn an honest pay and I signed up O & T to assist him for free. What's not to love?
Of course the car came back with streaks we had to dry off, and I was charged extra for additional services I had not requested (or been informed about) like tire scrubbing. But my boys learned a new skill (sort of) and I got to teach them valuable lessons about business dealings. Plus the car is cleaner-ish.
It's still a win in my books.
My husband was reluctant, but I took the car right over. My car was going to be cleaner, I'd be helping a young man's efforts to earn an honest pay and I signed up O & T to assist him for free. What's not to love?
Of course the car came back with streaks we had to dry off, and I was charged extra for additional services I had not requested (or been informed about) like tire scrubbing. But my boys learned a new skill (sort of) and I got to teach them valuable lessons about business dealings. Plus the car is cleaner-ish.
It's still a win in my books.
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 21st 2015
I just remembered our trek into Chinatown in San Francisco last week.
It was exactly like walking in Chinatown in KL. The smells, the store fronts, the people even that small fish they leave to dry out in the sun, except this time the smell of this 'delicacy' didn't cause me to gag uncontrollably like in KL when I was pregnant.
It was exactly like walking in Chinatown in KL. The smells, the store fronts, the people even that small fish they leave to dry out in the sun, except this time the smell of this 'delicacy' didn't cause me to gag uncontrollably like in KL when I was pregnant.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 20th 2015
With all the expensive entertainment options out there, who would have thought that a bunch of papers and instructions on how to fold various paper airplanes would provide hours and hours of serious engagement by my boys?
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 18th 2015
Dorothy had it right:
"There's no place like home." tap tap
"There's no place like home." tap tap
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 17th 2015
Vacationing with kids is like being handed a delicious treat and, just as you reach out for it, have it snatched away, over and over again...
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 16th 2015
Beach = sand, water and seagulls to chase = back in heaven.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 13th 2015
My brother thinks he has well behaved children because he rules with an iron fist. I think karma just got us mixed up.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 12th 2015
Little Z has discovered how to use our portable, plastic stool to help him reach new 'heights' in his home destruction efforts.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 11th 2015
I have always said that parenting is a journey through rough terrain, riddled with obstacles and challenges, but speckled with occasional, beautiful moments, that make all the hardships worthwhile.
Well, maybe I haven't always said it exactly that way but that's the basic gist of my parenting experience and the romantic metaphors are a product of my tearful moment last night. O had given T a good (undeserved) beating and when I heard the details I appealed to O's moral sense asking him to think about his actions, how he feels about the situation and what to do to fix it.
After short contemplation, O hugged T and apologized sincerely saying "I've been thinking about it and even though siblings fight and get really mad at each other, they are always still one team."
Well, maybe I haven't always said it exactly that way but that's the basic gist of my parenting experience and the romantic metaphors are a product of my tearful moment last night. O had given T a good (undeserved) beating and when I heard the details I appealed to O's moral sense asking him to think about his actions, how he feels about the situation and what to do to fix it.
After short contemplation, O hugged T and apologized sincerely saying "I've been thinking about it and even though siblings fight and get really mad at each other, they are always still one team."
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 10th 2015
I gave little Z a plate of water melon cubes and a plastic fork. He finished it off, nicely asking for more and making me the proud mommy of a self-feeding toddler.
The second plate however, ended up a mushy mess on his clothes because he decided to experiment with squeezing each piece as hard as possible.
Food, fine motor skills and a sensory activity all in one. Great deal.
The second plate however, ended up a mushy mess on his clothes because he decided to experiment with squeezing each piece as hard as possible.
Food, fine motor skills and a sensory activity all in one. Great deal.
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 9th 2015
The older I get, the wiser I realize my father was.
He suggested olive oil for your hair, your skin and your general health and no nutritionist could disagree. He also soaked us with shower water if we were throwing an uncontrollable tantrum, long before positive energy was 'in' and the discovery that water could counter negative energy was made.
And just recently, I realized that when he called me an 'insect' he was actually onto something deep and philosophical because (as my homeopath put it) what are we but insects scurrying about on this earth one minute and gone the next?
He suggested olive oil for your hair, your skin and your general health and no nutritionist could disagree. He also soaked us with shower water if we were throwing an uncontrollable tantrum, long before positive energy was 'in' and the discovery that water could counter negative energy was made.
And just recently, I realized that when he called me an 'insect' he was actually onto something deep and philosophical because (as my homeopath put it) what are we but insects scurrying about on this earth one minute and gone the next?
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 8th 2015
I guess it was bound to happen...
Little Z, a stray red marker and our beige leather couches in one place unattended.
Thank goodness for the invention of washable markers and the strength of rubbing alcohol.
Little Z, a stray red marker and our beige leather couches in one place unattended.
Thank goodness for the invention of washable markers and the strength of rubbing alcohol.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 7th 2015
On our road trip, thanks to whoever named one of the roads on our route "Kickapoo," we had to endure a rather enthusiastic half hour discussion between O & T about the name, the implication and all the various actions they could do besides kick a poo. This culminated in a touchdown-poo that gave us mushy-poo.
After that animated discussion I remembered my amazing idea to make cars with sound proof windows between the front and back seats. I can't believe they're now developing flying cars and didn't even consider this idea of a divider to drown out backseat noise. It's pure gold.
After that animated discussion I remembered my amazing idea to make cars with sound proof windows between the front and back seats. I can't believe they're now developing flying cars and didn't even consider this idea of a divider to drown out backseat noise. It's pure gold.
Friday, March 6, 2015
Diary of a Confused mom: March 6th 2015
This morning, T went from giggling about his presentation on farts (I overheard him talking to him brother and chose not to go there) to getting mad at me because he couldn't hit a target with the nerf gun, to floating down to me a piece of scrap paper on which he had written "I still love you."
And it's not even 7am! Phew! It's going to be a long day.
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And it's not even 7am! Phew! It's going to be a long day.
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Thursday, March 5, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 2nd 2015
I've been
frantically looking for my lost car keys for two days now with no luck.
Then, this morning, out of the blue, Little Z comes up holding it
proudly.
I'm so excited. It feels like I have my very own sniffing dog!
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I'm so excited. It feels like I have my very own sniffing dog!
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Sunday, March 1, 2015
Diary of a Confused Mom: March 1st 2015
I just love the Romanian tradition of Martisor where they give a red and white ribbon on March 1st. It is believed wearing this ribbon will make a person strong and healthy for a year to come and it's also a symbol of the coming Spring. So many reasons to love this little twisted string...
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