Eight More Days

kainoa first day

I snapped this picture of Kainoa on his first day of school.

He had been caught up with the back to school excitement leading up, but it was like the moment he sat down in that desk, it hit him.

He knew what this meant.

Nine months of waking up early, sitting still in class, following directions and filling in worksheets.

I wish I could say things improved for my boy, but…

school2

school3

school

 

mess things up

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It’s been a tough year.

Partly because he’s that energetic boy who wants to have a good time and really isn’t interested in filling in worksheets all day. And partly because he does not feel liked by his teacher. I know this because I picked up on her coolness toward him too. And when I told him she had great things to say about him at our conference he refused to believe me. And when I insisted, he got angry. He just could not believe she would have something nice to say about him.

I’m proud of how resilient he has been, never once refusing to go, but often making these sweeping heart-breaking statements. And it was never something he lingered on. He’d shout and run as usual and then quickly mention he’d like a poisonous slug to kill him so he wouldn’t have to go to school anymore. Nothing more to it, he’d grab his backpack and we’d be off.

Yesterday his death of choice was by airbag.

kainoa and school2

Eight more days kiddo!

I cannot WAIT for him to have this break.

I’d Rather Stay Nine

mom and baby4

“Can you believe you’re going to be TEN? Your first time into the double digits? The big ONE-OH!”

We’ve been counting down days to her birthday, but Laina’s reply was a sweet, “Yeah, but I’d rather stay nine.”

I’ve never met a child who consistently resists growing up as actively as Laina does. Despite the fact that she doesn’t want me coming to her school and my outfit choices embarrass her, she still has no desire to outgrow my clutches. That’s love right there.

And I just sat at the dinner table and dutifully answered which “large dog breeds” I would be willing to adopt in my lifetime if I HAD to choose one. She flipped through her book of dog breeds and took turns peppering both Pat and me. We sat there talking about dog breeds for 20 minutes after dinner had ended.

That’s love right there.

For what it’s worth Pat and I agreed on German Shepards, Bernese Mt. Dogs, St. Bernards, and Bull Dogs.

She can stay here forever…as long as someday we can start talking about something other than dogs.

Laina 9 collage

nine years old

 

laina 10

Happy Birthday Laina!

You turned three.
You turned four.
You turned five.
You turned six.
You turned seven.
You turned eight.
You turned nine.

A Mother’s Day Worth Waiting For

mothers day gift

My son woke me up yesterday morning with the creepiest whisper in my ear, “It’s mothersssss dayyyyy!!!!!” followed by a hacking cough in my face.

He’s been dying to show my what he made at school for me, but it will not come without conditions.

I was informed that I will receive my gift at the end of the day IF I’m nice to him. I was given three “tallies.” Three chances to get it right.

By 9am I was down to two tallies because I told him I was not going to buy him a gift at the grocery store.

By 11am I was down to one tally because I told him to stop pushing our dog down.

At 11:14am I lost my last tally because I said, “KAINOA KNOCK IT OFF!” while he struggled to yank a blanket off his snuggled up sister.

So I reversed his tally system and told him for every tally I take from him it’s one less gift he’ll get for his birthday this summer.

I took one tally away for whining about not getting a toy from the grocery store.

I took one tally for pushing our dog down.

And I took one tally for yanking a blanket off his snuggled up sister.

Come July he’ll actually owe me gifts.

It will be a Mother’s Day worth waiting for.

Writer’s Workshop: I’m An Adult

I'm An Adult

1. A moment you realized you were a grown up.

I knew I was a grown up when I learned to drive and I didn’t have nobody nowhere nohow telling me what to do.

I moved out and was in charge of my own life for a change!

I got to do my own grocery shopping!

I got to cook my own food!

I went clubbing!

Finally I was the boss.

So I did what any self made college grad would do.

I got married and became a mom!

I learned to lead by setting a great example.

I got to be in charge of other people.

My clubbing days came in handy!

And now I crave naps.

I don’t function without coffee.

My body is starting to hurt.

It takes me a little longer to adapt to the latest trends.

Yeah. I’m an adult. No going back now.

Now it’s your turn!

Mama's Losin' It

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The Prompts:

1. A moment you realized you were a grown up.
2. What is the joy in your present moment?
3. You have to move away from your state in one month. List 6 destinations you wouldn’t mind relocating to.
4. Write a blog post inspired by the word: Blossom.
5. Instagram fun! Share a photo you took with Instagram this week and tell us what you love about it.

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Writer’s Workshop: My Kids Are Experts

2. Something your kids said that made you laugh.

The humans in this house make me laugh all the time. Listening to kids chat and reason and act like experts is one of my favorite things. I just putz around the house, take it all in…and then immediately write it down. Here are a few things my kids are experts at:

1. Infant Care
scaring babies

2. Popularity
popular sucks

3. Exercise
being fast

4. Food Safety
bad yogurt

5. Diagnosing
tummy

6. Allergies
allergic

I hope they never stop being experts because then I would have to find another means of entertainment while I clean my kitchen.

Now it’s your turn!

Mama's Losin' It

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The Prompts:

1. Write a list of your top Spring must-haves.
2. Something your kids said that made you laugh.
3. What is an unpleasant experience you had eating? Write a poem, paragraph, or something else about the experience.
4. Write a blog post inspired by the word: Inspired.
5. Tell the story of a mistake made in the kitchen.
6. Write about someone who made your childhood bearable.

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Talking To The Wall

bunboy

I’ve set a somewhat strict bar for my kids when it comes to “bad” words and name calling. It started when four year old Maile watched Spongebob and repeated the word “stupid”.

She tried to tell me she was talking to the wall, but she appeared to be looking directly at her sister when she said it.

I couldn’t prove that she wasn’t actually talking to the wall so I let it go, but I made it clear that calling each other names is not kind and not acceptable…just in case it was her sister she was looking at.

And it stuck!

Sort of.

They don’t call each other stupid, but they do call each other things like “Grandpa” and “chelsea” and “crydiaper.”

The other day Kainoa was all, “Mom? You know buns are a booty? Maile and Laina call me BUNboy. I don’t like that.”

And I was all, “Girls, stop calling your brother Bunboy.”

And they were all, “We were talking to the wall.”

I couldn’t prove they weren’t actually talking to the wall so I let it go.

In this house name calling is unacceptable…unless you’re talking to a wall. Those things are just ASKING for trouble!

ice cream mom

If You Have A Dress

at the beach

We all have our set of requirements when we’re looking for love. Things we think we have to have in order to hand our hearts over to someone completely.

He can’t have bad teeth.

He can’t have numerous children with a variety of different women.

He can’t snore or be bow legged or enjoy eating raw meat.

Mine was that he can’t be shorter than me, but I was willing to make an exception for one man in particular.

And then I married him.

Sometimes those requirements lose their importance when you really, really, really like the person.

Kainoa says you can only date him if you have a dress.

But I have a feeling he might find a girl he really, really, really likes in pants as well.

if you have a dress