Chaos is the name of the game these days. And I’m learning to embrace it (as you’ll see from this post that’s rambling and all over the place…I guess that should have been Lesson #1…see what I mean?). But at least I’m still doing my best to learn a thing or two along the way. (And write these things down since I seem to forget my own name these days.) Ok, here goes.
Lesson #1: Apparently there’s such a thing as a “kindergarten burp”. Big proudly explained this new concept—a closed-mouth burp—something he assumes he’ll have to do in kindergarten. (I say, why wait?)
Lesson #2: Once you change your settings, you realize Facebook was kinda like that mean girl in junior high who decided a bunch of your friends shouldn’t talk to you anymore. (That wasn’t just me, was it?)
Lesson #3: According to Big, Mother Nature is God’s helper. So when he’s on a walk, it’s up to her to control the weather.
Lesson #4: While golf camp may seem inexpensive at registration, after your kid announces he needs clubs like his “new friends”, it can get a bit more pricey. When he announces he needs two sets of clubs because he likes to play right and left handed, it becomes outrageous. (No, we haven’t taken the plunge, but after seeing him talk about L-swings and how certain shots were a bit to the right watching golf on TV today, maybe we should.)
Lesson #5: It’s a good week at camp when your kid learns he’ll be rewarded for showing respect, giving a real effort and doing it all with a smile. (Loved the sense of sportsmanship and pride he walked away with from TGA golf camp!)
Lesson #6: Apparently Saturday is backwards day in our house. It seems everyone else is still in pjs and I’m the only one showered and dressed by 10am.
Lesson #7: When your approach to stopping potty talk is to tell your kids they can only talk that way in the bathroom, you best be prepared for one lovely song at bath time.
Lesson #8: In the era of low-waisted pants, just because you can button your pre-pregnancy jeans, doesn’t mean you should. Which is why I’ll be wearing the same few sundresses every day for the rest of the summer (and possibly fall…and winter).
Lesson #9: A baby learning to smile pretty much forgives every blowout, witching-hour meltdown (a new favorite in our house) and spit up imaginable. Pretty much.
Lesson #10: Even when the excitement of parades, all-day parties and fireworks is over, you can’t help but feel the red, white and blue pride when your kid continues to blast a patriotic CD his fun-loving Great Grandma gave him.
Lesson #11: When you’re out and about with your three little ones and someone stops the car, rolls down the window and shouts, “God bless you!”, you can assume you either look really impressive or really desperate. In my case, I’m afraid it was the latter. Both times.
I’m off to enjoy a piece of homemade peach cobbler Big and Lenny made. (No, it is not a peach goblin, though Little is convinced otherwise. And yes, I am wearing one of my sundresses, so why not?). Hope your week ahead is delicious, with a bit of whipped cream on top!