Back Seat Conversations

It seems as if some of the best conversations I have with the kids always takes place in the car. For example:

Me: "I love how you think out of the box. Like Einstein."
T: "Who, Albert?"
Me: "Yes. Albert."
T: "You mean Smart Head?"
Me: "Hahahahah! Yes. Smart Head."

OR

Q: "Mom. We need to go home so that I can change my skirt."
Me: "Ummmm. Okay. Why?"
Q: "It makes me feel like I am going to throw up."
Me: "Your SKIRT is making you feel this way?"
Q: "Yeeessss Mom, my skirt."

These are the  moments that keep me smiling!

My Ode to Valentine's Day

Bear with me, I am not a poet. However, on this day of love poems, I wrote a little ditty.

 

 

Darling,

I do not like the gift in a can.

I do not want that flower

So obviously picked within the hour.

(Along with the generic chocolate.)

Haven’t you paid attention, you twit?

While we are mentioning it,

No more wine, or promise of song

No more romantic evenings gone wrong.

I am not the size of a Vicky Seek model

And I am not going to squabble

Course, if you want give me a bauble… or two.

Tiara, toe ring, wrist bangle

It must be big, platinum, sparkle
and it's okay if it dangles.

You have been so busy

And that can make me quite pissy.

But if you want me to get frisky,

Listen.

On this forced day of love

(That I truly want to shove!)

The only thing I desire…

And this part is most certainly true,

All the year through,

Babe.  Clearly! It’s only you.

Sound Advice...from my children

This semester has brought on STRESS. Hair pulling, teeth grinding, caffeine abusing stress. However! I am the solitary leader of this pack and as the solitary leader, I feel it is my responsibility to provide a positive role model and take advantage of all parenting opportunities as they arise.

Which leads me to our pre-dinner conversation the other night.

"Mom. Why are you grunting?"

"Grunting? Oh. Ha. Me?"  Pausing a moment and noting to self that I was using my outside voice...then... enlightenment showed it's bright shiny beam on me for a second and I saw an opportunity. "Yes. I am so sorry kiddos. Mommy has so much going on, and well, I feel a little stressed. Have you ever felt this way? What do you do?"

T(8yo): "Mom. I totally have. This is what you need to do. Take a breath. Stop what you are doing that is making you nutso. Walk away until you can feel calm. If you need to, you can play with Q or me, for like 10 minutes, and then go back to your homework."

Q(6yo): "Yeah! You can like go back to your center and get to a calm place and then when you aren't frustrated anymore, finish your work."

Me: "Holy smokes you guys! That is such AMAZING advice. Thank you! Wow!"
To self: "They really do listen to me."

Simultaneously, they responded, "Yea, Mom. I learned that at school."

Clearly my job is done. You can find me in my bed. Under my covers. :)