some nights we knock it out of the park and some nights we have to just turn in a Charlie Brown Christmas and let it do it's job. At least it was relaxing and at least we got to laugh at Logan's suprise that there are twins dancing on the show .... And that it was meant to be twins.... Not what he thought
" I just thought they couldn't afford another animation so they copied one hoping no one would notice"
I love you sweet sweet Logan, not just because your my first baby but because you are amazing.you turned 10 on Monday and I just can't believe I am lucky enough to be your mom.
On Monday dad asked you if you had three wishes from a genie what would they be your response was very precise
1. I would have all the money in the world so I could give it to everyone who is hungry.
2. I would be able to breathe under water so I could save every child from drowning and no one would ever die from drowning again
3. I would wish the genie free ( I'm assuming that's from Aladdin?)
You then proceeded to tell dad that all of his wishes were selfish, even when he tried to justify his choices and make them sound better you just shook your head and said " dad that's still selfish"
First of all.man you let your dad have it. You stood up for what you believed.
You don't eat meat because you feel it is wrong, despite my constant prodding. You worry about current events and wonder who the next president will be.
You hug me when I'm sad .
You asked to use my computer to play a game.. As I came into check on you the games I saw was " race to the White House"
You were campaigning to be president and you were so proud that due to the speeches and appearances you chose you got 88% of the votes in Iowa.
You are quirky,original, kind , and confident and everyday I'm amazed at you.
I know I've day you will be reading my blog. I know one day due to the nature of life you might wonder how I feel about you. Or maybe one day you just won't see yourself for how wonderful you are and I hope when that day comes you can read this and know that you are amazing.
I remember when I was somewhat cool. Ok in middle school and high school I was not even close to cool but I kind of came to a bit in college.... But this guy just doesn't believe me. So on this perfect summer night I am sitting out here with him while he tries to show me how he can build full on cities in this little game of his. I should be sweeping that patio in the background but I'm just enjoying his sweet sweet face.
I'm a little overwhelmed by this whole parenting thing lately. There are all these ideas out there. Daily I see or here new " studies" on how we are all royally screwing up our littles. There is so much pressure to not screw up their lives and to make sure they are happy productive adults. I think about all this pressure on us and I wonder how much of that is being projected on our sweet little ones. That can't be good right? I think about the pressure they must feel.. I know they can sense our worry and stress, so I am setting a goal to knock it down a notch... And just relax and have fun and see what happens. What's the worst that could happen?
( if you think the worst would be my children growing up to be uneducated lazy bums I don't want I hear it :)
On this Father's Day i want to talk about my dad. I love my dad and I always have. I remember a story of when I was very little ( those of you who were older might remember this quite differently but this is how a little girl remembers her daddy being her hero)
I believe I was 6 or so and we were driving home from Canada... At this time in my life I loved my dolls. I treated them like real babies. I fed them loves them bathed them you name it. I had this one old rag doll named daphne I loved her and her ratty yarn hair and stained fabric face. We stopped for some food at Wendy's and then continued in our way. After a few hours I realized I had left my beloved daphne at the Wendy's. I was heartbroken, I thought my life was over I cried and cried quietly in the back seat on our station wagon because I knew we were just too far to turn around. And then my hero did something i will never forget. He turned that station wagon around and with a carful of tired grouchy loud children he drove 3 hours back to that Wendy's and saved daphne. He was my hero that day and still is.
That story shows how my dad always treated me like a queen, he taught me that I was worth being loved, that I was worth a 6 hour detour. I deserved to be loved and treated like a queen.
I always wondered why I searched for a sweet man who would love and take care of me and treat my like a woman of worth.... When I met men who weren't doting or wonderful to me I turned the other way because I grew up seeing how a woman should be and could be treated. Not only did my dad treat me like a queen but my mother also. He worships her...
So thank you dad for being you. Thank you for teaching me when I was young how I deserved to be treated, I have never doubted that because if how you took care of me. Thank for setting such a high bar for my husband to reach for.
Sometimes I worry. I worry because I come home to this. I worry because when asked about said Barbie being tied to the kitchen table leg with a bungee cord my little ones response was so matter of fact
" I tied her up so in could watch her and so she couldn't go anywhere without my permission, I am probably going to blow the whole table up later with Cameron. "
Where do I draw the line at little boys having fun and my worry that he might just grow up to be a physcho....?.