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Moving the Blog

I’ve moved to : http://peaceloveandtickles.blogspot.com

Hope to see you there.

Don’t Glare At Me…

So remember that post I wrote awhile back about grocery store judgment? Well I had one of those days at the store today. Every mom has them, but having a son with SPD, I have more of them than most. My son was pretty out of control and I headed to the checkout line as soon as it was clear that he would not be calmed. There was one item it was vital I purchase otherwise I would have just left all together. Because my son bit my my daughter (which is really my fault- he was really orally fixated all morning and when I am good about giving him a chew toy he does not resort to biting… but that’s besides the point…) He bit my little girl and she was crying, he was screaming, I was desperately trying to get out of there. A kind cashier opened a new lane for me and I handled my purchase all while singing to baby and trying to calm my son. As we finished paying and were turning the cart towards the exit this woman stopped in her tracks, glared at me and shook her head.

I haven’t decided yet if I am proud or ashamed of what happened next.

I looked at her and said “Don’t glare at me, bitch.”

The cashier cracked up. The glaring woman turned around and left. I walked calmly to the exit and continued singing to my baby.

These are the kinds of things my internal filter usually catches. I think my internal filter took the day off.

This was not even by far the worst encounter I’ve had at the store. But it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. People need to get off their freaking high horses and let others live their lives. I was obviously trying to calm the kids. I was obviously heading towards the exit. I was doing everything someone should do in my situation. Why take the time to be rude to me?

The woman probably went on her way thinking my kids are little brats because I am a rude. vulgar woman. She’s probably telling this story to her friends with a very different perspective. ┬áMy perspective? When you have only seen part of the picture, you don’t know what you’re looking at.

{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

inspired by Soule Mama

My three year old is really loving to cook these days. Since our family has lots of food allergies and sensitivities, cooking, especially baking is a bit more complicated for our family than many others. No using Grandma’s recipe here. I found a great blog recently that had a lot of recipes we could eat (or easily alter.) The Baking Beauties has a recipe for Snickerdoodles and since I had everything on hand when I found it, the kids and I went straight to the kitchen to make cookies.

K was way too excited to get started. It’s amazing to watch how much he’s grown, he was really helping quite a bit. I look at his sweet little face and I see a baby, but he’s not. He’s grown into such a unique little boy. He radiates charm and joy.

E is growing too, she’s really a toddler and not a baby now. Something that’s hard to admit on your last baby. (At least I am 90% sure she’s my last…) She had a lot of fun running around the kitchen playing in the cupboards, but had no interest in helping us bake.

K took his baking very seriously. He especially liked rolling the cookie dough in cinnamon.

They came out pretty well. I think next time I will use honey instead of sugar, which will hopefully make them more moist. All in all, everyone was happy with them though.

K even had fun cleaning up. I only wish his enthusiasm for helping around the house could continue when he’s older. It’s really too bad that when kids WANT to help they are too young to effectively help. He had a blast washing dishes even if I had to wash them again.

I used to try to keep the kids out of the kitchen or otherwise occupied when I was cooking. I’ve changed my tune, however. They gain so much from being involved in daily family activities like this. Besides more time with mama, K is also learning a lot about measurements, time, listening, patience and hard work. I love how much can be learned through daily life!

Moving cross country has been hard on me. It’s been good for our family in so many ways, especially in advancing my husband’s career. It’s also forced me to go outside of my comfort zone quite a bit and that’s good for someone who can tend to be shy and fall into the same patterns.

But I will admit, I’ve always wanted to travel and a lot of why I was okay with this move was because I was just ready to see something new. The drive down here was amazing for that. I saw so much of this beautiful country. But since we’ve been here, we’ve pretty much stayed in the Suburbs of the Dallas/Ft Worth Metroplex. Yes, I’ve been stuck in the ‘burbs for four and a half months. That’s made me a bit batty. (We do get into Dallas on occasion, but even there we have not really explored)

Yesterday, I told my husband how much this bothered me. We decided to hop in the car and check out something new. My sweet husband was willing to drive wherever I wanted (we even talked about driving to Oklahoma just for something different) but it was 3:00 already and with little kids that didn’t seem prudent. So we picked a local (30 min away) lake and drove off quickly. After a quick stop for some snacks (we realized in the car that maybe it would be best to feed our kids dinner. Oops) we were on our way. I was shocked how big the lake was and thrilled to see some nature instead of the manicured lawns and gardens of my suburban neighborhood.

We had a lot of fun. We swam. We had dinner. The kids ran around the park chasing one another and giggling. I thought maybe Texas isn’t all that bad after all.

I did have a bit of Texas hatred when I stepped in a fire ants nest. Those are evil little creatures, let me tell you. It did put a bit of a damper on our trip because my foot REALLY hurt, but I am so glad that we went.

After some talking, we’ve decided to be sure and have a lot more outings, some as simple as this and some more involved ones, because I am so ready to see something new!

I am not sure I am cut out for the suburbs. The city, I can do. The country, I can do. The suburbs kind of crush my soul. We’ll see if I feel the same way when our lease is up and consider moving somewhere else within 40 minute range of my husband’s work. We’ll see. I do love our house… just wish it was located somewhere else.

What kind of person are you? City, suburb, country? Why?

{this moment}

“{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

Inspired by SouleMama

(technically this was not this week- but it needed to be shared)

Summer Fun…

So I have never lived where it was so hot that people hide indoors all summer until now.
We do go out some, but we are inside way more than I would ever have imagined. So we’re coming up with lots to do inside. Playdough, painting, crafting, coloring, puzzles, pretend play, ┬álots of library trips and subsequent reading. It’s been fun, but I miss the days of playing in the sun. I need to start getting the kids out early, like before 7:00 am and getting to the park or the like then. Until I get that together, we’re stuck with indoor fun. Anyone have any ideas for beating the heat in the comfort of my wonderfully air-conditioned home? Any new spins on old ideas for indoor fun? Remember we are TV free. I have lots of hours to fill.

As it sits now, the natives are getting a teeny tiny bit restless. Okay, very, very restless.

And they are starting to rub off on me

Literally

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