Motherhood is Sometimes Not Great

So the other day I was talking to a friend about motherhood. One thing about motherhood is that you don't realize how horrible it is until it's too late. But I think horrible maybe isn't the right word. Maybe difficult is a better word. This is the hardest job I've ever had. Don't get me wrong I love it. My kids are awesome. They are fun and smart and interesting but that doesn't make this job a piece of cake. Right now they are so little it's more physically taxing than anything else. I don't get much sleep first of all. Sometimes staying up late is the only quiet time I get and when I want to go to bed early no one else will cooperate. I can only read about 1 and a half books to my kids before I'm falling asleep. However, my children are very patient and they just nudge me or call my name until we finish the book. Luckily, the rewards of parenting are enough to overshadow the other stuff. It doesn't seem like they would be when you look at the list. What do we have? Satisfaction, fulfillment, happiness, laughter, learning. They are so intangible. The negatives can really pile up if you let them. No sleep, never going to the bathroom alone or eating your own food, sharing the computer or xbox, neverending dishes and laundry. None of my pencils have erasers. Then there's the really bad stuff like finding out your child has a birth defect or some other serious problem. But you just have to let some stuff go and remember that someday they will be teenagers and it will be even worse.

Sam and Eleanor played together so well on Sunday. For hours. I loved it. Peter is saying new stuff every day. On Sunday he wanted to look at the Sacrament book (it has pictures of Jesus). So all during the Sacrament prayer he was yelling, "I want Jesus. I want Jesus. Hey, give my Jesus!" It was so funny. Not very reverent but funny. Penny does the commando crawl and can go almost anywhere. She's also been making a new face where she pushes her teeth together and pushes out her lips. I'll have to take a picture. Actually she doesn't have top teeth so it's just her bottom teeth and gums that go together but she might be getting a top tooth. It seems like it's been pretending to come in for a while now. Somehow all these things make the lack of sleep and fights over chores seem insignificant. These little children that are in my care, that I have stewardship over are such wonderful little people. I'm so glad they are in my family. So, even though some days are unbelievably challenging and, dare I say it, horrible, they are somehow wonderful at the same time. I think it's one of the mysteries of God.

This Post Doesn't Exist

Sam has been doing this...thing...lately where he insists that stuff doesn't exist. He thinks that times like 12:12 and 11:11 don't exist and when they come up he always groans, "Oh no! Not 12:12!" The other day we were teasing the kids about getting moldy bread for a bedtime snack and apparently they didn't know what moldy bread is because Sam told us moldy bread doesn't exist while Eleanor started insisting that she wanted moldy bread for her snack. Don't worry they didn't get any moldy bread. We were all out. Plus, it doesn't exist.

Say No to Housework

Sometimes I think I ought to do more housework than I do. However, recent events have lead me to reevaluate. My housework seems to be cursed. It may be cursed for all parents of small children, I'm not sure, however it certainly is cursed for me. Whenever I find the time to do a little work like the dishes or folding the clothes or making the beds something happens. The most recent incident was during the dishes. I'm nearly done with the dishes when Sam calls me downstairs because Peter is getting into trouble. What do I find? Eleanor styling Penny's hair with Orajel. Other incidents include Peter drinking the sugar and Eleanor lotioning up with body wash. Isn't it fun how kids find work for you to do while you are working?

Eleanor Sings

This was so cute I have to share it. I was driving somewhere and Eleanor was with me. She was singing the ABC song and making up her own words. Suddenly she yells, "Spanish!" and starts singing in "Spanish." I think there was even one real Spanish word in there. Then she yelled, "Family!" and started singing all the names in the family. She included "mom" and "Suzie" and even Evelyn (my brother Ben's oldest for any who don't know.)

Lessons I've Learned from My Children: #1 Embarrassment is No Longer a Feeling It's a Way of Life.

I always wondered what was up with parents. Why aren't they embarrassed by anything? They can do the dorkiest stuff and not care at all. Now I know why. Children. They root that embarrassment stuff right out of you. They teach you how to suck it up. Of course, then they grow up and are embarrassed for you.

I have always loved the library. One of the first things Jeff and I did when we moved here was to get library cards. Well, when I first started bringing the kids to the library...it was kind of a disaster. They didn't tear any books or scream their heads off (although that's been known to happen since then) but it was kind of embarrassing for me. Our main branch has a stage kind of area where they do nursery rhyme time with the kids. Well, the steps are hollow and when kids run on them the people in the conference room and offices next door can hear it quite well. So of course every time we went to the library the kids would run on the steps and we would get in trouble. (What are these people thinking putting the Children's Room next to the conference room? I know it's a library but, hello, it's the Children's Room.) It was seven or eight trips to the library before the kids finally figured out that they needed to walk quietly on the steps or not at all. It was embarrassing to me to get scolded by the librarian every time we went to the library. Then while I was trying to help one child be quiet the other would go running out of the room and try to get on the elevator. Also, I forgot to mention, Sam was getting potty trained. I think he only had one accident at the library but that was enough. Surprisingly, they had nothing to clean with and had to call someone up to the Children's Room. You would think they would have a bottle of carpet cleaner behind the desk or something. Again, it is the Children's Room. Despite all of this we continued to go to the library. What was I going to do? Not go? Don't be ridiculous. Sam and Eleanor are usually pretty good now but Peter is still learning how to behave in the library. Luckily I no longer care what anyone thinks of us. We are doing our best and that's what matters.


On our way in to the library.



Peter using the computer in the Children's Room.

Penny is 3 months old today!

Three-Year-Olds

Three-year-olds are stubborn, opinionated, bossy, independent, precocious, intelligent, curious, affectionate, imaginative, and fun. I have a three-year-old. She's very good at it. She can keep up a good cry continuously. She says, "I'm not bossy! Now, come on!" Eleanor can do many things for herself most of the time. Every once in a while though..."Mom, I can't go downstairs it's dark down there." This most recent bout with fear of the dark went like this...Eleanor couldn't go downstairs because it was dark. So, I went to help her only to discover that the light for the stairs was on (which means it's not dark where the light switches are to the downstairs living room) and when I went downstairs the lights in the living room were already on--just not by the computer. It was totally light down there!

Eleanor loves to play family. She is the mom and Aunt Sarah is the daughter. However, Eleanor is not just any mom and she's not herself grown up. She's me. She makes everyone call her "Suzie" and we have to call Sarah "Eleanor." She insists. This is very confusing for me. I keep hearing my name but when I respond I find no one was talking to me. Except Sam. He refuses to call Eleanor "Suzie." He will not do it.

My three-year-old is very loving and affectionate. She loves to hug and kiss everyone...except Peter. He tries to give her a hug and kiss good night and she runs away. With everyone else however it's kisses galore. She's practically making out with us all the time. It's sweet and annoying. We try to help her keep her affectionate nature within the bounds of propriety.

There are many funny stories to tell about Eleanor but I have to wrap this up because my three-month-old is crying her head off. And I still have plenty of work to do to get ready for Sunday. Until next time...