Ponytails and pancakes

Ponytails and pancakes

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.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Our NYE "house party"

New Year's Eve used to be full.

Full of alcohol.
Full of people you barely know/don't really like/could really do without.
Full of moments of "did you see that?"/"can you believe that?"/"what was I thinking?".
Full of dress up clothes, face full of makeup, hair full of spray.
Full of anticipation.
Full of disappointment.
Full of taking chances.
Full of crossing fingers and holding breath.
Did I mention the alcohol?  It's important because that is what lead to most of the other things.

Of course, New Year's Eve inevitably lead to New Year's day.  This was the day I spent wishing I had spent the night before a little less full of fun.  Or at least with a little more full stomach.

Now, the night is spent with a lot less of everything.  For the second year, I spent it with my girls.  New Year's has become yet another holiday where all the focus is on my children.  It was the last hold-out, but now every single special occasion is spent trying to make it more special for them.

It starts with making mini pizzas. You can't really tell from this picture, but we put the pepperoni in the shape of 2012.

Of course, someone is ALWAYS upset, regardless of the "special" occasion.

Then, three of us did pedicures.
Then, there was a lot of Wii playing, snacking & Pictureka (the Romero family favorite).



The snacking is a big deal in our house.  I never let them snack after dinner.  But, on this one night, I make a bunch of appetizers, "mocktails", and cake balls and they can graze to their hearts' content.  By the time we were done working up a sweat dancing together, Maya had a face covered in cheese dip & they were all full of fizzy cherry limeade.  They, of course, didn't make it to midnight.  Sofia went down first, followed by Maya, and Eva was the last to close her eyes somewhere around 10:45.  This is late for them, which is probably why NYE is known as "Stay up late holiday" in my house. 

Unfortunately, New Year's Day is not known as "Sleep in late holiday".  Exhaustion does make them get along a little better though.




Well, two of them at least!

So, as of today, we're on our way to fulfilling our resolutions:  losing weight, learning not to hit our sisters or lie, getting better at math & soccer, and eating more enchiladas.  I won't reveal who each of those belongs to, but we all have a lot of work ahead of us. 

No, New Year's Eve isn't what it used to be.  But, I'm too old to deal with the nonsense of the public any more.

Remind me of that next year when I am sitting at home wishing I was out having "fun" like the rest of the world.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Harder than I thought

There's something about Christmas Eve. 

When I was a kid, it was my favorite day of the year.  I got to go with my dad and open presents.  Then to his family's and open more presents.  Then to more family to eat tamales.  Then he took me home where my grandma would be waiting up for me.  She would listen intently to all of my excitement, and then she sent me on my way to bed.  Of course, once I got old enough, she stopped waiting for me to go to bed.  When I got home that night, she would have already stuffed the stockings and placed the presents under the tree.  But she was still there, waiting for me when I got home.

Now that I'm the mama, most of the magic is gone.  (I say most because there's really nothing more magical than seeing the excitement in the eyes of your children.)  Now, I take my kids with me to their grandpa's to open presents.  Then we pack up the car and drive to more family to open more presents and play with cousins they really only see on Christmas and Easter.  Then we drive all the way back home quietly (mostly in hopes that they'll stay asleep once we arrive).  Every year, it gets a little harder to stay awake until I'm sure they're asleep.  Now I see why my grandma gave up eventually!

Also, every year about this time, I really miss her.  I miss the silly things she put in my stocking.  I miss the way she wore her Santa hat while sipping coffee & smoking.  I wish she was around to let me know if I'm doing this right.

This will be the first holiday that I'm on my own with the girls.  I naively thought it would be easier than this.  Putting on the smiley face for them is so much easier on a regular day.  I would give absolutely anything to be at my grandma's house tonight.  Warm & safe & secure in the knowledge that, in the morning, everything will be magical.  Instead, I will wait up late tonight until I know there are sugarplums dancing in the heads of my three girls.  I will pull out all of the presents and the stocking stuffers and quietly get them ready for the morning.  Then, in the morning, I will pull out all of the magic my grandma gave me over all of the years and sprinkle it on the three most important people in the world.  And, hopefully, all they'll remember about this Christmas is that it was just as amazing as every one that came before and after.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Quick note

I haven't been posting lately because I haven't had anything funny/witty/light hearted to say.  And, honestly, this won't be any of those things either; but, I'm tired of screaming inside about it.

This was Maya putting on her clothes after her winter dance recital yesterday.  Yes, the polka dot pettiskirt & polka dot legwarmers are her regular clothes.  Watching the recital with us were people who supposedly know my girls very well.  And yet, one of them still asked if this was her costume. Well...
Here is Maya in her "costume" at the park


and at a party


and watching tv


and playing outside.

I am quite confident that, if you looked at my daughter through an x-ray machine,  you would see she is filled with crinoline and tulle.  She is happiest in big, frilly, poofy clothes.  And, who wouldn't want to make their kid smile if all it took was a silly outfit? 

So, no, I am not a pageant mom.  No, I don't force my child to dress up for my own amusement.  If you saw the other two girls, you would know that this is not of my doing.  Maya is her own person.  Yes, it would be much easier sometimes if she would just put on a pair of jeans and tennis shoes.  But, that wouldn't be Maya.  So, I will continue to buy her pettiskirts, tutus, and sparkly shoes until she grows out of this faze.  Or, I will buy them until she's old and gray.  Either way, she will always be too fabulous for anyone who rolls their eyes and whispers about her mama when she walks by.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Things that go bump...or rattle...or roar

Is it just me, or is the world going crazy(ier)?  Things that aren't supposed to happen at all seem to be occurring with some frequency now.

My Eva has a lot of fear in her little body.  Not the blatant, cling-to-mama's-leg kind of fear.  But the what's-lurking-around-the-corner kind. 

She hates open doors.  Every bathroom & closet door has to be closed if she's near it.

She worries every time she hears anyone arguing.

She's quick to point out if someone is doing something she feels is dangerous.  She's genuinely concerned for complete strangers.

She also worries about things that will never happen to her.  Or at least, up until recently, I was confidently reassuring her would never happen to her.

When we go to the beach in the summer, she worries about sharks.  Remember...she doesn't go more than knee deep into the ocean.  So, I've always told her there are no sharks where she plays.  Then, last summer, at a beach very close to where we were, a girl was attacked by a shark in shallow water.  Great.

She worries about extreme weather.  She always asks questions to see if I will know what to do when something terrible happens.  "What if there's a flood?  Where should we go?"  "When a hurricane hits, what are we supposed to do?"  It doesn't help that she likes to watch the news with me.  So, when she sees something tragic on TV, she wants to know how to prepare herself to survive.  Remember, we live in Kansas.  I tell her all the time that there will never be a hurricane in Kansas.  Or a landslide.  Or an earthquake.  Then, last night, Kansas had an earthquake.  Just a small one (I didn't even know what it was until this morning), but the beds shook.  Fantastic.  I know she was thinking, "but you said that would never happen here!".  I hate it when Mother Nature makes a liar out of me.

My sweet Eva worries about everything that little girls should never think about.  When we go to the zoo, she wants to know how she can be sure the animals won't get out of their cages.  I give her the basic, boilerplate answer: Because they just won't.  Then, a few weeks ago, some moron set a menagerie of lions and tigers and bears literally loose.  She watched the news with me as I sat open-mouthed in awe of that man's stupidity.  Awesome.  Again, out of the corner of her eye, "but you said that would never happen!" 

So, as a mother, I'm left trying to reassure my kids that the likelihood of something dramatic happening to them in this tiny Midwestern town is too low to measure.  Meanwhile, between nature and complete idiots, dramatic nonsense is happening all around them.  Eva is a little ball of knots on a good slow-news day.  What does it do to her when wild exotic animals are roaming the streets or earthquakes are shaking her house?  Not good things, that's for sure.

So, if this stupid asteroid hits earth or a hurricane travels up the Missouri river, I will completely give up.  I will huddle under the covers with her and we will tremble in fear (or frustration) together.