I’m putting down my pint of Haagen-Dazs just long enough to write a bit. This should be a good indicator of my state of mind. I’m overwhelmed, I’m sinking, I’m drowning, but my heart is so full of all the good things, funny things, amazing things that fill my time.
Like Willa. See those sweet little silver sandals on her feet?
Those are her church sandals. Sassy, yes?
The other day, in the mad rush to get to church on time, I noticed Willa had on her clunky red tennis shoes. “Go put on your sandals.”
“No. I wan’ wear these. These will be fine, Mommy.”
Because I still couldn’t figure out which shoes I would be wearing, I caved and let the child wear what she wanted. Her little victory appeared to go unnoticed until later, during communion, Willa turned to the girl sitting behind her, stuck out her foot and gloated, “Look at the shoes I’m wearing!”
Cheeky thing.
And then there’s the time when I was so mentally unbalanced as to allow my three boys to bake brownies. I got out all of the ingredients, handed them the recipe, and walked away. They got a lesson in fractions, spilled an entire bottle of vanilla, smeared brownie batter on the floor (I think they had some help from their sisters with that one), Adam added ingredients all willy-nilly without measuring and may have overdone it with the baking powder, and they didn’t properly stir things so there were chunks of flour in the finished product.
But, oh, look how proud they were.
Worth every single grey hair it caused.
Let us not forget my baby.
Who is four months old. And absolutely positively THE most difficult baby we’ve ever begged to sleep through the night. But then he falls asleep on my chest and I regret the push for time to pass as I picture him at 16 driving a car and texting and I have a panic attack and beg him to stay a baby forever.
And that’s how I end up clutching the frozen milk fat so closely. Because motherhood makes you certifiable with all the crazy deep love that wells up inside you, even when you sigh and cry a lot over lesson plans, someone stealing the candy out of daddy’s desk, and settling a battle between the baby and the 3 year old over a rabbit.
These people. They make me laugh, they make me cry, they give me anxiety, and they drive me to Haagen-Dazs. But oh, I wouldn’t trade them for the world. Not even for a lifetime supply of mint chocolate chip…
4 months!? What the heck? NO way. All of your children are adorable. Thanks for sharing the crazy with all of us.
Loved your post, except for one thing. When I read the title, I thought it said “Slammin’ PANTS.” So I read the post, fully anticipating some awesome pants. You know, slammin’ ones! And then… No mention of pants at all. No pants. I guess the brownies made up. That was a pretty cute story.
I needed this post today! The baby (18 months) didn’t sleep at all last night, can’t stand fruits and veggies (I’m a vegetarian!)and throws them on the floor as soon as they hit her tray! So today I lovingly crushed up watermelon to hind in her yogurt. What do you think she did with it…yup on the floor! The other 3 kids never did that! She napped on my bed and her diaper leaked all over my sheets (Yes she was sleeping on my bed, did I mention she refuses to sleep anywhere else!)After her all to short nap she spilled fish food all over the floor. And to top my day off the 2 dogs I’m dog sitting puked 3 times. Did I mention that my house is on the market and going to be shown today! Oh well the other kids were surprisingly good and helpful! I just thought it was really funny that I was having such a crazy day, thought I would take a quick break and see what Viafam was up to while eating a much deserved mint chocolate chip ice cream cone.
I think I would choose the cute silver sandals over the red shoes…
and LET BOYS BAKE BROWNIES???? You are one brave mama! Thanks for sharing the fun with us–I never leave your blog without at LEAST a smile, and usually a sore giggle muscle or two.
That baby boy is GROWING. FAST!
Yes, I have that teen driver, hold that baby tight, it happens before you know it!
That is great about the brownies – they will remember that forever, and hey who couldn’t use a husband who has spent his childhood perfecting the art of making brownies
You will be a much-loved mother in law one day!
My youngest only slept through the night when he was attached to me, nursing and dozing all night long. I think our house is so busy he didn’t want to slow down long enough during the day on the chance he might miss something.
Enjoy these days, they pass far too quickly!!
I love your funny and heartfelt writing. I’m inspired but I don’t know I’d I’m that crazy yet.
We have so much in common. Baby number 6 is by far our worst sleeper/most fussy baby. What’s up?
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AmyH – Oh, I hear ya. Seriously, who knew the last one would be so HUMBLING? *fist bump*
I am behind in my reader, and since the comments are closed on the thirty-one post, I am writing this here. maybe you already know this, but I didn’t and it changed my life!! A plastic file folder box (like you get at staples for about 5 bucks) fits PERFECTLY into the utility totes!! That was a huge gamechanger in my homeschool organization!!