My Husband "Subvet" says that when our first son "Sonshine" was born the sun rose on our world, when our second son "Gator" was born the sun laughed and when our daughter "Sugars" was born all the flowers bloomed. That says it all.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
It's about learning how to dance in the rain."
Anonymous

Your mind is the garden, your
thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds. — William
Wordsworth

Monday, October 26, 2009

It's so hard to be two.

Life with a 2 yr old is interesting....

My name is no longer Momma, nor is it Mommie, or even Mom. According to Sugars (and her brothers are following her lead...) I am now known as Ma.
"Ma? Ma! Whacha doin Ma? Hi Ma!"

The battle of the whine is underway.
Ma's rule is if you don't want it bad enough to use WORDS, you don't get it. Regardless of how big, loud, long and obnoxious a tantrum you throw.


Life Lesson #62477321 Don't try to separate a girl from her pumpkin.
Regardless of the fact that you're late dropping her off for school because you had to stop and buy said pumpkin on the way and so now you're trotting down the hall to her class...and she keeps dropping the pumpkin because it's waaay too heavy for her....no, it's much better to trot sideways as you hold the pumpkin by the stem while she cradles it in her arms because there's NO WAY she's gonna let you carry the pumpkin to her classroom!!



Oh and speaking of pumpkins....Mr Gator-boy has fallen in love with his school pumpkin. When he told me on our way out the door that one of the preschoolers would need a pumpkin THAT DAY at school, hubby couldn't remember which one needed the pumpkin. So I figured that just to be safe, and since I was having to stop en route anyway I'd get each of them a pumpkin. Well, it turned out that Gator-boy didn't need a pumpkin, but the teacher said she'd keep it for science next week they would have fun carving it. Gator, however, did not approve. He would NOT leave his pumpkin at school that day when I picked them up. He absolutely INSISTED on bringing his pumpkin back home to join all the others in our ever growing front stoop pumpkin patch! Then, for the ride home, he sat his pumpkin on the carseat right next to him.....put one of the baseball caps that float around the van on the pumpkin (putting another on his own head)....and proceeded to lean over and give the pumpkin kisses periodically throughout the 20 min ride home.

Pumpkins are important!


Just in case you were wondering....I decided I was tired of reading and typing on the computer with hooligans climbing in and out of my lap. Therefore most of my blogging will be done from work (like now), which means that it may take a few days before I see your posts. Fear Not. I'll be around to everyone sooner or later.

And y'all, we're seriously flooding around here. Some prayers for dry weather would be appreciated.

10 comments:

Lori in South Dakota said...

wet there too?? When Ken parked the combine to work on it that spot was dry. Now it's sitting in a puddle and we haven't harvested a thing! We were driving tonight and saw where people were TRYING fields--some backed out and left ruts, some went a little ways and made a circle and turned around.


Oh, I can see you rushing down the hall sideways lugging the pumpkin! Bent over, scratchy stem and all!

Sara said...

Oooh, sorry you're flooding. I can sympathize.

Why can't you separate a girl from her pumpkin? She might whine? Or throw a tantrum? lol.

Rancher said...

Too funny. Sorry to hear about the flooding, I'll pray for the rain to come my way.

Stephanie D. said...

Yeah, well, I can't be separated from my pumpkins, either--at least not until Nov. 1.

And as for the rain--let's send it to California. I need it to be dry here for the next few days, too!

Ma.

Gonna change your name to Walton?

ellen b. said...

Oh dear flooding? Yikes. Put those pumpkins on high ground. I'm thinking after reading how important pumpkins are I should go out and at least buy one. :0)
I will pray for the flooding issue!

Mary Ellen said...

LOL! I remember all those things happening when my kids were young. My son (youngest and only boy of the four kids) would never let me carve the pumpkin with a mean face, it alway had to have a smile. He also didn't like spooky decorations. His sisters, on the other hand, were all into the scary stuff.

I can't tell you how much I miss that!

I love that kids enjoy Halloween so much. In fact, after reading this post, I think I'll go buy one today and carve it for Halloween. I wasn't going to bother since my kids are gone and I just stuck one of those fake pumpkins that look real on my porch.

Diane@Diane's Place said...

LOL at your tribe of punkin lovers. ;o)

And we're seriously flooding here too. Pouring as I type this and no end in sight.

Linda said...

I'd have some sympathy for you with all the rain but give me a moment or two to dry off first! It's been pouring here again just like it seems to do every day off of mine.

There's just something special about a pumpkin; I've always felt that way and still do even though I've outgrown the pumpkin kissing stage (or have I?) I think that some of my best Halloween memories involve pumpkin-carving and the like. Ah, to be a kid again!

Take it easy, Ma!

ABNPOPPA said...

It looks like to me someone is missing a tooth! What a grin on that child.

Silly mom everybody knows you don't seperate a girl from her punkin'.

Pops

Lisa said...

We are very possessive of our pumpkins around here, too... but didn't have to go far to lug 'em to school, thankfully.

My oldest kids all call me "Mom" and it has become a right of passage into "big-kid-dom" to stop saying Mommy. My nine year old thinks it's scandalous, though. I think she thinks they don't love Mommy as much if they take off those last two letters... The bigger issue around here lately is what my daughters-in-law and future grandchildren should call me... (Yikes!)

Love, love, love, the new blog design, btw!