Ponytails and pancakes

Ponytails and pancakes

Friday, January 27, 2012

She clearly didn't inherit EVERYTHING from me.

She tried.  God bless her, she really tried.  She set her feet, cocked her hip, and steadied herself against the counter.  I felt a little swell of pride in my chest... right before I laughed in her face.

Sofia actually took me on this morning.  It was practically a duel at sundown in their bathroom.  I wanted her to brush her teeth in a manner that befitted the layer of slime that covered them.  She wanted to wipe them gently in an effort to not disturb the science project she's working on below her gums.

So, the stare-down began.  Unfortunately for her, I have never lost.  In reality, no one has ever actually challenged me for more than a few seconds.  Bless her heart, she tried for at least a minute.

See, I've never made anyone weak in the knees.  I've never made anyone's heart flutter in excitement.  My talents lie elsewhere.  I can make people's ankles shake.  And, I have been known to make a person or two slump a few inches in the shoulders.  I can say more in the cock of one eyebrow than any high paid defense attorney can in an hour of cross-examination.

Really?
You're sure you want to go there with me?
Do you want to try to say that to my face?
I dare you.
Bring. It. On.

So, Sofia gave it her best shot.  Who knows?  Maybe it would've worked on a less capable opponent.  But, if you're going to challenge the master of dirty looks, you have to be willing to walk away in shaky shoes. 

I appreciate the effort, Sofia.  Better luck next time, dear daughter.  And, if it still doesn't work when you try again, at least I'll get another good giggle out of your effort.

Monday, January 23, 2012

To get the words out of my head

My world is fluctuating between lots happening and nothing at all (and often it's all at the same time).  And, most of the time, I don't have anything really positive to say.  So, I don't say anything at all.  When you're the person people look to for laughter and jokes, it's hard to say the unhappy stuff sometimes.  This is when the words start building up in my head.  I'd like to make some space in my mind now, so I have to clear out some of the backlog.  If you're looking for laughter/sarcasm/funny stories, this one isn't for you.

When every step forward feels wrong and standing still isn't an option anymore, take a step backward instead.  I feel like I'm standing on a tightrope extended over a pit of lava and woman-eating crocodiles with stilettos on my feet and three people balanced on my shoulders.  The rope is giving way beneath all of the weight and the other side is too far away.  I would like to just take a few steps back and find another way across.

You couldn't know good if you never knew bad.  Well, I'm very well acquainted with bad.  Bad and I are on a first name basis.  Really, we've moved on to silly nicknames and secret handshakes.  I can recognize good in other people's lives.  Even when you don't know where it's coming from, you see it in the ease of their shoulders and the light of their eyes.  I don't know if I'm jealous as much as sceptical.  I suppose it's a lot like knowing that the world must be flat, but not ever being able to get to the end.  You're glad you're wrong, but will always have a little doubt.

Not everyone is meant for happy endings.  It's true, some people find love and keep it forever.  Some people find the person they're meant for and they live happily ever after.  Some people are put on pedestals and appreciated for who they are.  But others never will be.  It's not fair, but nothing ever really is.

You don't find yourself in a bad situation.  You walked there of your own volition.  You have to take responsibility for closing your eyes and hoping for the best.  When you make a decision, against all of your better judgement, you don't get to be surprised that it all falls apart.  If you say "yes" when you mean "no", you'll always get the opposite of what you were looking for.

Maybe you got too used to having me around.  Appreciate what you have, especially when you know you don't deserve it.  Because, sooner or later, that person will realize you didn't deserve it either.  And, losing something you leaned on and took for granted is harder than losing something you were never given in the first place.

If you go through your whole life without ever being chosen, that's no one's fault but your own.  You can't blame everything on everyone else.  Sometimes, you're getting exactly what you deserve.  Often, you discover this when you're getting nothing.


There.  Now I have a few empty corners to fill up.  Hopefully they will be filled with laughter and sunshine.  Hopefully.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

There's something about an hour and a half

I am beginning to think that I should start marking my life in terms of ninety minutes rather than twenty four hours.  Lately, I find that, if I can just make it another hour and a half, everything starts all over again.

In the last 5,400 seconds, my children have driven me absolutely insane.  OK...further insane.  OK...way past insane. 

Early this morning, they wandered into the kitchen, bleary eyed (and completely uninvited) only to complain that the sun was too bright in their rooms & why isn't breakfast ready yet?  One, who shall completely remain nameless but was the first to be pulled through my abdomen, was sent from the table twice because she refused to stop glaring at me over the plate filled with her favorite breakfast.  One, who shall remain nameless but has hair like Rapunzel, seems completely incapable of covering her mouth while she hacks up a lung.  Which sends the other two screaming away and me diving over the plate of french toast in a vain attempt to block the cold germs from mingling with the blueberry sauce.  One, who shall remain nameless but may as well be sewn into her soccer jersey, threw herself on the floor in despair when asked to pick up her stinky socks.  They argued over who got to brush their teeth first.  They whined over having to brush their teeth.  They argued over who was encroaching on who's side of the room.  They cried over having to share a room.  I found an old pair of nasty panties shoved behind the drawers when I went to vacuum up the million tiny pieces of tissue that were thrown on the floor.  Her response to me freaking out... "those aren't from today!"  So, apparently, I will find the ones from today sometime next week.  One came screaming into the office to declare that she's mortally wounded.  The injuries???  Lines left by the sheets she slept in last night.  "NO!!!  Sofia did it!!!" 

In case you lost count... I have broken up 642 fights, sent 63 kids to their rooms, done 2 loads of laundry, made 2 loaves of french toast, vacuumed up 78 boxes of Kleenex, started packing someone's (be it mine or there's, it's irrelevant at this point) stuff 14 times, sent up 1,406 prayers for strength and/or patience, and wished 1,657,459,658 times that I hadn't gotten up this morning.

All in the last 1 1/2 hours.

Welcome to Saturday. 

And, it's a long weekend. 

If I make it through the next hour and a half, I expect someone to knight me.  Or canonize me.  Or, at the very least, tranquilize me.  Hell, at this point, I'd settle for tazering me.  As long as, while you're here, you take the next shift.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Goodbye 2011!

On January 1, 2011, I had no idea that I would be so happy to see 2011 end.  It was a long, trying, exasperating year (with some fun, light-hearted moments thrown in for good measure).  The bright spots are what I am choosing to focus on right now.

In January, Sofia & Eva had their first (and maybe last) Girl Scouts sleepover at the Great Wolf Lodge.  And, it snowed.  A lot.  Eva & Maya LOVE playing outside in the snow, and they think it's hilarious to "pelt" me with snowballs while I watch them through the door.  Mama loves hiding inside making hot chocolate waiting to clean up the snowy footprints.  Also in January, I started this blog.  And, while it certainly didn't turn out as I had hoped, it is sometimes the only way I have to get words out of my head.



In February, we had a lot of fun.  We celebrated "Ice Cream for Breakfast Day".  The girls got to go sledding for the first time.  This was a HUGE hit!  Of course, my fearless Eva went down first.  Once she proved she had survived, the other two couldn't wait to try.  For the first few rides, I made Maya ride with someone else.  Then, when I wasn't looking, she hopped on the sled and went by herself.  Once she proved that she (and I) had survived, she was a solo sledder for the remainder of the day.  Eva turned seven!  She is truly a light for me.





In March, Eva was a mouse in the first grade program.  Then, we spent half of spring break in Dallas with family.  We went to the Dallas zoo, decorated cupcakes with cousins, explored the Dallas Arboretum & relaxed with some incredibly generous people.  Thankfully, the long drive was enough to knock Maya out...for a few minutes.  Then, Maya & I went to our first Disney on Ice production.  We saw Toy Story 2 (I think) with some friends.  Maya LOVED it and still talks about it sometimes.







April was a busy month too.  Maya and I went to a restaurant where she could dress up and have a tea party.  We went with friends and, while I wouldn't pay the exorbitant cost again, we had a fabulous time.  Sofia turned ten.  That still sounds crazy to me, and she's almost eleven now!  While she is certainly the one I butt heads with the most, she is still my first true love.  Spring soccer season started for Eva, so we were back to sitting in the cold to watch her do what she loves.  The Easter bunny showed up again.  We celebrated "Banana Split Day" with sundaes bigger than their heads (though not as big as their eyes).  And, Eva went to her first Daisy Scouts day camp.






In May, Maya turned four years old.  There's so much I could say about her, but nothing really sums her up.  She and I have a special bond that cannot be explained.  She makes absolutely everything a little more vibrant.  Also in May, I decided to start very slowly selling some of the things that I bake.  After a lot of consideration and excessive prodding, M.E.S.S. of sweets was born.  Arturo named it that (his only creative thought in his whole life) because it is our first initials backwards.  I am the world's worst salesperson and am still not at all comfortable with the idea, so it's a slow work in progress.  We celebrated "National Pizza Party Day".  Sofia and Eva had their field day at school.  This is the day Eva waits for all year, and the day Sofia would love to skip.  Maya and I took our last walk of the school year.  Enjoying the sunshine reflecting off of her sparkly shoes was the highlight of most of my days.  The spring soccer season came to an end, much to my sadness.  This was, by far, my favorite season so far.  Eva's team was undefeated, and her love of soccer multiplied by a thousand.  Watching her come alive on the soccer field was a magical thing to experience.  Then, the school year came to a close.  Sofia finished fourth grade with a couple of awards.  And, Eva completed first grade with several of her own.  On Memorial Day, Eva's Daisy troop helped plant flags at Leavenworth National cemetery.  This happens to be where her great-grandfather is buried, so it was special for me to experience that day with her.







June marked the beginning of the monumental task of entertaining the girls through summer "vacation".  We celebrated "National Donut Day'.  We went swimming with friends.  We made s'mores over the grill.  Sofia had her candle lighting ceremony to end her first year of Junior Girl Scouts.  Eva went to a minor league baseball game to end her last year as a Daisy Scout.  I took them miniature golfing for the first time.  Maya became particularly adept at picking up her ball, placing it in the hole, and declaring herself the winner.  The girls developed their own "secret spy agent" identities complete with disguises.  So, if you ever come across something that looks like a cross between a coat rack and a fashion disaster, that's probably Agent M or one of her crew.  We also made our own sidewalk chalk for the girls to paint the driveway.  This was a big hit until it took WEEKS for it to wear away.










July was beach month.  Well, we were only at the beach for a little over a week, but the time before and after was based solely on the anticipation for and the reliving of our trip.  We tried boogie boarding (with little success), climbed to the top of a lighthouse, ate most of the meals outside, and generally enjoyed every moment we were in North Carolina.  Words cannot begin to express how much we love going there.  We all talk about the Outer Banks all year round.  Maya says she's going to live there when she grows up and let me live with her as long as I continue to make all of the food.  Sounds reasonable to me!



August was a very bittersweet month.  Maya took her first dance class and was instantly hooked.  She was made for tutus and pink, so it was really only a matter of time before she begged for dance.  Of course, she's convinced she has nothing to learn and everything to teach!  Then, my baby started preschool.  I will not sugar coat it.  I had a nervous breakdown in the parking lot of her school.  I was lost without her.  For the first time in more than ten years, I was going to be alone for two  and a half hours a day, three times a week.  I wasn't ready, but she was.  Soon after, Sofia and Eva went back to school.  Sofia started Middle School - a fact I'm still coming to grips with.  Eva began second grade with a teacher that was made for her and her best friend sitting beside her.  She has come a very long way since August, and I am eternally grateful for that.  To cap off the month, we did what I had promised them all summer.  We went to Worlds of Fun.  This was Maya's first time, but she took over immediately.  She made us ride the log flume ride so many times that Sofia started waiting for us outside and the people recognized us before we even got to the front.  All three of them really enjoyed this last little summer experience.




September was spent mostly adjusting back into a school-time routine.  The four of us had to learn how to adjust to the three of them being in three different schools.  Sofia jumped right into school clubs, and Eva started her fall soccer season.  Also, Eva learned to ride her bike without training wheels.  This is especially significant because Sofia never accomplished this.  That's my Eva...always blazing the trail for the rest of us.  Finally, I started running.  Two or three times a week, while Maya was in school, I ran to get my mind off of things.  It worked, sort of.


In October, I ran my first 5k.  I won my division (for whatever that's worth), and I felt pretty accomplished considering I had only ever run nine times before that.  Eva got braces on her top front teeth.  We're on our way to making the smile of her mouth as beautiful as the one in her eyes.  Maya took her first ever field trip to the pumpkin patch.  Other than being forced to wear jeans and a tshirt, she enjoyed it.  Eva became a Brownie and got to start doing fun stuff with her troop again.  We went on our annual trip to the pumpkin patch.  This year, I made four patch trips.  I shall not do that again!  Finally, we ended the month with a ballerina and a skeleton.






November was a thankfully slow month.  Other than Thanksgiving (and Eva's favorite part - watching the parade), we were just muddling through our days.


Finally, December was full of holiday celebrations.  First, Sofia had her inaugural band concert.  Then, she had her Songsters holiday performance.  Then, Maya had her preschool Christmas program.  Followed by her winter dance recital.  I thoroughly enjoyed watching my girls perform.  They both did a tremendous job and made every early morning practice, weekly classes, and exorbitant costs worthwhile.  Of course, there were also the class parties, the Girl Scouts party, and the endless treats for what felt like every-other-day.  We did our annual decorating (and eating) of Christmas cookies.  Then, we headed out for Christmas Eve with family.  The girls woke up nice and early (though, thankfully, I was able to talk Maya into going back to bed at 2:58 am) on Christmas morning to open their presents.  Eva got a new bigger bike, which she couldn't wait to jump on.  The weather actually cooperated, and she was able to hop on that day.  Once Maya saw that the smaller bike was available, she jumped on and started riding too.  And, we ended the year quietly at home, just the way we like it.














I'd like to say that 2011 was as happy and carefree as these pictures suggest.  I'd like to say that the girls were always smiling and I was always able to make the sun shine on them.  Of course, that's not the way it went.  But, if I squint my eyes just right and don't look left or right, I can pretend that last year wasn't one of the hardest we've had.  So, that is exactly what I am going to do.  At the same time, I'm staring down 2012, holding my breath that this year turns out a little better for us.