Archives for the Month of September 2008 on Twinmomma's Online Journal
Zen Moments
Every once in a while the stars align and I have perfect understanding with the universe. A Zen state if you will. With the passing of the boys' 4th birthday this week- I had a Zen Moment.
I know why people have kids, ...maybe not all people...OK I won't go all Zen on you. Truth is, I know why I had kids.
So I could play again.
Play. What image does the word conjure? For me it's the act of being carefree without a worry of looking goofy while having fun.
I like to play on the playground. I do. I admit it. But it looks weird to have a 30 something woman playing on the playground without kids. Now with the kids I can run and play tag. While I still may look goofy- it's more acceptable. And frankly, I don't care if I look goofy. I've moved beyond that stage in my life.
I recently discovered I like the Imagination Movers. In fact, I think I enjoy their show more then the kids do. (Thank God it's better then Barney or the Wiggles.)
Here's my favorite song!
I also love their theme song
The Rock
This story is for Cheryl because she liked the milk story so much.
Last night when I was picking the boys up from daycare, Dale kept sticking his finger up his nose. "Get your finger out of your nose," I yelled at him. On the way home, I see his got his finger in his nose again. So I told him to stop doing that we'd get a Kleenex when we got him.
Well get got home and in the typical rush to get dinner on the table, I forgot about the fingers in the nose. That is until after dinner when he did it again. So I said "Come here I want to see your nose." Sure enough there is something in there. Since I'm a full fledged MOM who has seen far worse than a slimy boogie come out of her 2nd born son, I started to stick my pinky finger up there to get it out.
Whoa!
What's that?? It's hard! ....Wait a Minute.... that's not a boogie!
It's a rock!!
"Dale is that a rock in your nose?"
A little too quickly, "No Mommy."
"Dale, tell the truth, Is that a rock in your nose?"
"Yes Mommy" (In a rush of breath), "But-the-ant-put-it-there. He held-me-down-and-he-used-his-hands-to-put-the-rock-in-my-nose-and-that's-how-it-got-there." (big dramatic breath)!
"hmm. The Ant put it there?"
"Yes Mommy"
"Well when did he put it there?"
"While I was on the playground. ...At school."
"Well we have to get it out. It can't stay there"
Off I went in search of the perfect tools for a rock appendectomy. But alas I cannot locate my trusty tweezers. I call the doctor's office since thay are open late, hoping I can see the nurse to use her big handled tweezers. Nope. No luck. I need an appointment and they are closing in 40 minutes. Take him to the Urgent Care place they recommend.
I'm silently cursing my luck that I had to be the lucky one to get two boys. Knowing full well in less then a week, I'd be doing to same thing because Chip would do it next, when I realized we hadn't tried blowing the nose like nurse suggested.
I covered his good nostril and said "Blow." Which of course he does....right out his mouth like he's blowing candles out.
"No. No. No. Blow with your nose like you're blowing a boogie."
He toots a little but it didn't move much. He did it again. Not much movement.
"One more time" I say. "But suck in all your breath like this." [imagine big over the top cartoon breath sucking] "and blow your nose."
That worked! The stone moved to the end of the nostril and I was able to get it out.
I'm looking at the stone congratulating myself for saving a 3 hour trip to the urgent care place when he said "Mom, put it back in. We have to go to the doctor."
Oh no we're not buddy!!
I said, " Do you want to go see the doctor or do you want mommy to save $100 that she can use to by your birthday toys?"
"I want the toys."
And off he went to go play.
The End.