Choose your words wisely

I have discovered again why it is best not to judge.  You see, we never know exactly what is going on when someone says or does something.  Even if we happen to know the situation we do not know the thoughts, intents, or heart of anyone.  I made a mistake today, I said something without knowing all of the information and I quickly regretted it.  But as easily as words can be deleted off of Facebook, they cannot be taken back.    I am upset with myself for what I said because I realized after getting more information that what I said would come come across as hurtful, not what I had intended.  So I tried to make it better.  I apologized and explained myself.  Then to make matters even worse some one said something to me that was hurtful because she did not have all of the information concerning what I had said.  Now not only do I feel bad for what I said, but for what she said to me. 

None of this will make any sense to you I am sure, I just needed to get my feeling out before I burst.  I am a very feeling person and so I deeply feel my mistakes, but to have them rubbed in my face hurts me so much more.  I must learn to choose my words wisely.  I came across a quote recently that I love. "Be careful of words and hearts, because once spoken words cannot be taken back, and once broken hearts are hard to mend."  I didn't get it exactly right, but you get the jist.  Be careful what you say is what I really get out of it.  My words cannot be taken back and they can hurt someone.  Next time I feel like saying that is not pure love, I will think harder about it and if it could hurt someone.

Another adventure

"It's raining pee." Glen says as I walk in.  He has somehow managed to pee all over the floor, his pants, even in his hair, and hardly any made it in the toilet even though that is where he was sitting.  Only a boy.  This would explain the other two accidents this morning.  I couldn't figure it out because he was sitting on the toilet at the time.  Now I understand.
Here is yet another example of why a great sense of humor is necessary as a parent.  I am already laughing about this.  :)

Struggles

 I am really struggling right now.  Tears, sadness, all that.  You see, we told Glen that he could not go to school unless he was potty trained and now that he is potty trained he really wants to go.  The idea of school really got him motivated.  I am now regretting my choice of rewards.  It's not that I do not want him ot go to school, I think that pre-school would be a great thing for him.  He loves learning, he would make friends, he is so smart and has such a strong desire to go how can I not let him?  But then I think of him leaving me, I think of missing him when he is gone.  I won't be his hero and his best friend any more.  I wont be his world. How *can* I let him go?  How can I let go?  This is so pathetic, I know.  He would only be gone for like half a day 2-3 days a week, but it's hard just thinking about it.  I have thought of home schooling, but I feel that it is best for Glen to go to school where he can be with peers, learn from new people, make new friends, and have different choices.  Knowing it is right for him and best for him, and how much he will love it does not make the thought of separation any easier.  He is my buddy, my joker, my reader, my angel.  I think I'm going to cry again.Well, chin up, mommy, it's not the end of the world.  He is going to go out there and learn so much, then he will come home and tell me all about it and we will learn together and take new journeys.  This is all part of growing up and we will both love it once we get used to it.  He will still be my buddy, my reader and my angel, even if his friend does know more then boring old mom.  *sniff* Really?  If I am crying now just thinking about it, what a mess I will be his first day of school.

Inseparable

These two boys are inseparable.  They do everything together. They do not sleep well unless they are in the same room, they are always playing together--as in together, not next to each other--they even sit in time out together.  This picture has a story that I love.  Benjamin had just been sent to time out for hitting.  He had hit Glen really hard and Glen was crying and very upset.  I sent Benjamin to time out and he started crying.  Well then Glen gets mad at me for making Benjamin cry and went to sit next to him to comfort him and tell him it was ok.  They really have such a strong bond.
Today was Glen's first day in primary.  He is old enough for the sun beams class (Sunday school for 3-4 year olds) and his group is slowly transitioning out of nursery (Sunday school/play time for 1 1/2- 3 year olds)  Glen did not want to go in, he, like all kids, does not like change.  He started having fun singing the songs and playing the bells with the other kids and he liked seeing some of his older friends in Primary. He was having fun and then he slumped down in his chair and looked really sad.  He leaned over to me and whispered "I want my brother."  Nearly broke my heart.  I think the hardest part of going to primary is that he will not be in the same class as his brother any more.  Growing up can be so tough, but I know he will really enjoy primary once he gets used to it.

Another Potty Training Adventure

                                     

The adventures of potty training.
So I had a neighbor over--your thinking "Oh no!" all ready aren't you?  :)  So I had a neighbor over helping me try to figure out my sewing machine.  We were in my bedroom and the kids were playing well in the living room.  Then Glen ran past my room to the bathroom saying he needed to go.  I turned on the light and went back to my room to help figure out what was wrong with my machine.  I heard some noises and told Glen not to play "I'm not he yells back."  I thought nothing of it.
Later I have to go to the bathroom myself, like I have to go now, and so I run in and the toilet is totally full of toilet paper.  He had put the whole roll--the whole new roll-- into the toilet and if I tried to flush it would cause problems.  But I really had to go so I ran upstairs yelling on my way for the neighbor kid to watch my boys.  Then I had to come back down and scoop it out.  Fun that.  Go ahead and laugh now, I was.  I actually thought it was pretty funny.  See, having a good sense of humor really does help my kids to live longer lives. :D

What was I going to say?

My brain has been running on empty today.  I'm fuzzy and tired and it's been all I can do just to eat, breath, or move.  Benjamin was up puking until 1:30 so I got to bed around 2, then they woke up half an hour early--of course.  I did accomplish a few things, and then my brain shut down.  I called my husband to tell him I was on my way home and when he answered I said "Umm...what was I calling about?"  Then his mom reminded me I was done at her house and on my way home.  Ever had a day like that?  A day where everything you do takes tremendous effort?  Like deciding what to make for dinner, or brushing your kids teeth.  Even right now I have to sit here for a minute before the next sentence come and I am think enough to type.
It was the strangest thing with Benjamin.  He was fine when I put him to bed, he woke up throwing up and that continued for another 3 hours and then he said he was ready to go back to bed and he was fine when he woke up.  Maybe he got some milk and I didn't notice, or maybe...maybe I have no idea.  I could sure use a vacation right about now.
Thanks for reading, here is a cute story to make it worth your while.  :)  One day after dinner Glen came in holding his stomach and told me "Mom, I ate to much and my brain hurts."
"Where is your brain sweety?"
"Right here" and he points to his stomach.  Then I asked Benjamin where his brain was and he pointed to his chin.  And here I thought your brain was in your head.  :D

     

This is warm?

 We have been taking advantage of the last warm days of the year...by warm I mean 40-50.  We have been getting in the last scooter and bike rides we will get before the snow covers the ground and it gets to cold to do more then a quick walk around the block or we have to stay inside.  Now that Glen has learned to ride his little bike it's all he wants to do, it makes it even more hard for him to be cooped up inside because of the cold.  Benjamin as you can see is learning to ride a scooter.
These two boys are so full of energy that being stuck inside is really hard for them.  They play outside even when it is cold and snowy, but it's just not the same.  They have to wear coats (which they hate) it still gets cold, and jumping on a trampoline covered in snow isn't as much fun.  They would spend all day outside when it was warm.  they spent so much time in the pool, sprinklers, on the trampoline, and going on walks that it was hard to drag them in for anything short of more Popsicles.   We are mourning the loss of our dear friend summer.  At least the local mall has a free play area and with my gym membership they get to go to the daycare while I work out.  They get new toys and friends and I get a work out and a break.  It's perfect.
I have noticed that my blog has changed.  It used to be all about my kids with an occasional mommy or daddy thrown in, and every now and then a spiritual thought.  I have shared more and more about my journey as a mother and it has slowly turned into a blog less about my kids and more about me as I undertake this adventure called motherhood.  In a way I cannot help it, being a mother has changed me.  I am no longer the person I used to be.  As my children have grown and learned I have grown and learned things right along side them.  We are learning together in this journey, this wonderful adventure.  So stick with me and I will try to put in more cute stories and fun pictures, but stick around for the learning and growing part too, because if you are a mom you can understand that, can't you?

Christmas

I spent the last few weeks pretty Scroogy--let me back up.  Christmas items showed up in stores in July, can you believe it?  stockings and decorations were at the dollar store and it drove me crazy.  Then later I stopped to get an advent calendar and could not find one with a nativity on it, they were all toys and presents and Santa.  Christmas has become Santamas.  I was so frustrated by all of the materialism and marketing that Christmas has become that I didn't even want to put up the Christmas tree.  I did though, after Thanksgiving weekend I was ready and so we set it up.  I am so glad I did because among our Christmas decorations there are many reminders of what Christmas is all about--Christ.  We hang pictured of Christ to remind us of him during December, we have many different nativity sets, and Luke chapter 2 is read more in the month of December then all the rest of the year, I think we read it about every day.  The story of Christ's birth.

Tonight I remembered about the Christmas devotional about half way through, but I hurried to turn it on.  I am so glad I did. You can watch it here. http://lds.org/broadcasts/languages/christmas-devotional/2011/12?lang=eng President Monson spoke last and his talk really spoke to my heart.  He said "Christmas is what you make it."  He then went on to say that we can make Christmas traditions that help us make Christmas about Christ.  I realized that I did not have to feel so grumpy about what stores have done to Christmas because I can make Christmas about Christ in our home.  He is the center of our home all year around, but at Christmas I am happy to have a full month where I get to focus just a little extra on Him.  

I suppose it is hard for me to see the world becoming so far away from Christ.  So many seem to have forgotten that He is the only true and lasting source of joy.    I know that He is my savoir and that he came to Earth as a baby.  He came to die for me, and I know that He lives.  What glorious news for all of us!  He lives!