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February 2, 2014


Boy love – a bizarre way of expressing feelings by small male creatures that often includes physical pain, small rocks and bugs.

Around here, love is shown in many different ways than I was used to as a young girl. Often, I’m showered with tokens of love, small items of unspeakable confusion to a lady that explain how often we are thought of, like this morning when a broken sparkly rhinestone button was lovingly placed on my nightstand with, ” here mommy, I know how you like sparkly things.” This, my friends, is boy love.

Boy love is insane and makes absolutely no sense to a girl love mind, and the physicality is really interesting. Often, my mornings are riddled with tackles, head butts, hugs, butt smacks, and tumblings over my still waking self. The boys love to crawl all over me, often using me as a spring board. Does Daddy get any of this treatment? Yes he does, a rough and tumble love of sorts that leaves the receiver a bit shell shocked and wondering why s/he was the receiver of such craziness. This love is intense, comes in hurricane like intensity and leaves as quickly as a bird taking flight.

Boy love is why when asked why asked what he would like to do for classmates for Valentine’s day, my boy brought out all small car and offered them up as tokens of love.

Yes, boy love is a rough and strange phenomenon, yet I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even for all the bruises.

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On going out…

January 31, 2014


Recently, a friend asked the question if something was wrong with her because she chose not to go out with her friends for outings.

Now this is something I have struggled with incredibly. I see the expectations everywhere – moms are expected to go out for drinks or girls nights, craft nights, shopping, lunches, dinners or spa days in order to recharge and get away from the families. Especially with social media giving such accessibility to see friends at dances, parties, bars, and concerts. I know Mothers who go away on weekend getaways with friends, leaving the children at home. They drink, dance, relax, enjoy, dine. Now you have to understand what I mean by DINE – as a parent you find yourself eating often enough but when was the last time you truly DINED? (Hmm, this might need to be a whole other post.)

To say the little green eyed monster has never tapped my shoulder over these excursions would be completely lying to you. I am jealous. Jealous of the time, the relaxation, the beautiful people and places my friends get to go. I’m jealous of the laughter and jokes, the dressing up, the FUN of it all – just plain ole jealousy that goes to the core. But what I’m most jealous of is the ability to let go.

Now let me explain – I am far from a perfectionist who needs things done a certain way. If you’ve ever entered my home you know that generally there is a mess somewhere, if not everywhere, there are cluttered countertops, Legos strewn everywhere and enough dog hair to make a Shih Tzu. I am just fine with the messes and clutter, in fact I rather we have a good time that worry about making a mess. Messes can be cleaned up and fixed but moments and memories cannot. What I have a hard time letting go of is my family. When I go out, I end up being tired and worn out the next day, regardless of the fun I had. I just can’t manage the exhaustion. I’m not sure if other children are easier on their parents, or if my tolerance for boy-dom is painfully low but some days it takes every ounce of my being to handle my boys. And going out zaps me of whatever extra ounces I might have had reserved for a rough night, a hard day or just an illness.

Is this terrible? Shouldn’t I be DYING to get out of the house without my troop; running to get out with the girls and chit chat about the world? Shouldn’t I be excited and counting down the minutes to the next happy hour and dolling myself up for the sake of going out? The world seems to think I should be, but I’m not terribly sure.

See, I don’t think there is anything wrong with wanting to be home with your family. I spent a some time falling in love with this man, making a home and dreaming of the babies that would eventually come. This home, these people – no matter how big or little – are part of my fiber of being. When I leave without them, I feel naked. And the thing is, and this is the kicker, I feel seriously guilty for feeling lost without them. But what is it about not wishing to go out and join the world at girls’ night that is so wrong? Why is this seen as being a “missing out” moment? In my opinion, these years are so short – so fleeting. Is it so terrible to want to be nowhere else but home?

My world is slightly overwhelming and I feel I give everything to keep this going – to be the best version I can be to my boys and husband even when I am feeling far from it. It’s not that I don’t enjoy a girls night out, but rather that I have such a hard time catching up after going out. Maybe as the time goes by I’ll find a better balance in this subject, but for now, I’m happy with my focus on home.

Home days

January 30, 2014


January has been a month on the go. Between errands, swim lessons, preschool and work, I feel like we’ve barely been able to be home lately, much less play. Unfortunately a small sniffle and cough caused us to cozy up and hang out with these walls we love so much.
And so there has been much:
~ Bread baking using a modified version of this recipe. I modified it by adding cooked oatmeal and boy, oh boy a it soft and lovely. Even my wheat bread protester loves it.
~knitting and more knitting by mama who really wishes to finish Daddy’s Christmas socks!
~ sprout making and watching by the boys
~ juicing to boost immunity ( green machine this morning, orange carrot yesterday!)
~ too much tv and lounging around
~ lots of art and painting, lots of coloring and bead sorting while brothers sleep
~ tons of Decemberists and Jack Johnson streaming with Sparkle Stories in between
~ moon sand making using a new recipe, painting with car and just general boy craziness.

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Oh crafty crafty boys

January 24, 2014


Boys have a crazy creative streak in them. You wouldn’t think it looking at the tiny tornados they are, but creativity abounds from those little brains to find new things to play with from usual household objects.

In fact, I do believe any mom of boys will tell you that you will never look at your house the same after your babies become boys. Your old high school swimming trophy? Why that’s a perfect mallet to hammer the brick fireplace. The dogs water bowl makes a great place to test out density of different materials. Giant glass windows are wonderful drums. Finger paint is perfect for washing your body with and snacking, markers great for tasting, play dough can be fed to the dog so easily, flowers cut with scissors and glued to stuff. And, what about the linen closet? Why that’s a trampoline waiting to happen.

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Finishing up

January 23, 2014


Lately, it’s been all about finishing up small projects for people I care about – a belated gift for my mama’a birthday, a knitted hat for a friend with cancer, socks for hubby’s Christmas gift (whoops).

Small projects that clear the board and help start the year off fresh. Another line through todo lists, another chance to start a lovely few on my wish list, and chance to knit on despite the sleeplessness.

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Could it work??

January 15, 2014


I might have mentioned this before, but Hubby and I have a mild obsession with grocery shopping. With both being foodies and cooks and my background, we have a penchant for excellent food – and while most stuff from the grocery store is eh, ok we have come to realize that some things from Whole Foods are just better. The meats are fresher, the veggies tastier and just about everything we get is fantastic.

But then there is the other problem – the price. We are a single income, middle class family. We are not rich or anywhere near it – in fact most months we are struggling just to make ends meet. So what happens when a middle class family just wants to eat from Whole Foods? Could it be done to solely buy groceries from WF on a normal food budget?

This is what I’ve been thinking about a ton lately. I prefer to feed my kids and hubby the best quality food I can get – and while organic vs conventional is an issue (I tend to go organic is the price suits me, however it normally does not) I do prefer quality and local over organic and imported. I wonder if I could feed these crazy, empty pits of little boys on our measly $400 a month.

We barely eat processed foods – very few in fact, we are big on whole grains, veggies, fruit, beans and legumes and meats. Meat has become a lesser part of our diet as we tend to add in more beans and veggies, the kids don’t seem to mind and hubby and I are working on losing our bellies.

But I digress – could it be done? Is it possible to buy excellent quality food on a budget? Could I feed a family of four for 30 days for $400 a month – eating mostly from scratch, real foods?

Any opinions? I’d love to hear what you have to say about this topic.

Muffin morning

January 14, 2014


On a whim this morning I thought is try this new muffin recipe I received inhttp://www.eatingrules.com/10-grain-muffins-recipe-coupon/?utm_source=MadMimi&utm_medium=email&utm_content=October+Unprocessed+%26+Ten-Grain+Muffins&utm_campaign=20140113_m118731529_BRM+Coupon+-+January+2014&utm_term=Go+here+to+get+Bob_27s+recipe+for+these+10-Grain+Muffins_2C+and+a+coupon+for+_241_00+off+any+package+of+Bob_27s+Red+Mill+Hot+Cereal_ my email from October Unprocessed October Unprocessed ‘s email. Can I please tell you how tasty they are?!!
Whole grains, ten grain cereal and buttermilk, low sugar and pure awesomeness. So awesome even the munchkins loved them.

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Sweet boys filling up on whole grain goodness makes me happy – and makes me feel a little better for the junk they ate yesterday! Ha!

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