June 7, 2010

Great Lakes!


Well, I thought I was landing in the looney bin for awhile. Or the cuckoo’s nest. Or the looney’s nest. All the same difference.

These past two weeks have probably been the greatest and busiest of our lives. Joyful, but crazy. Happy, but insane.

And stuck in the middle of the drama and excitement was a vacation to Lake Lanier with my parents, the husband, the kids (and a case of wine). The idea of being trapped in a small lake house in the woods with my children and my parents (after rain was forecasted all weekend long) was enough to cover me in hives. Not that I do not love all these people with all of my heart. But I am claustrophobic. And very scared of small confined spaces where my weird parenting quirks may be observed closely... and where teeny tiny little people can take over and spark a spontaneous mutiny.


Turned out that the rain came and went (and came again), but we managed to get two days at the water park. The husband and I had three lovely nights out, one where my mom joined us and my dad babysat the kids. Mia and Papa got lots of time with the munchkins. James slept in a big boy bed (read: blow up mattress), which was surprising to say the least. We had a great time.


The great breakthrough: I learned that my son really only throws his epic temper tantrums when Goldfish crackers are involved. Not that he wants the Goldfish. But more like the Goldfish send him over the edge. Maybe it’s the shape of the things. In his little mind, perhaps the thought of eating little fish disturbs him. I don’t know. But we’ve had a Goldfish-free zone for two weeks in our house, and I'll be darned...if parenting has not rolled along more smoothly.

James and Stella make quite the team. Either child alone is completely manageable. But the two of them together... well, they can work four adults like the midnight shift at Taco Bell in Athens after a football game.

Still, it’s getting easier and happier and holy cow... are there some funny moments. For example, James now draws “pee pees” on all animals. Dinosaur has eyes, nose, tail and pee pee, Mommy.” He manages to throw down the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Hot Dog dance like a pro. Hot dogs and pee pees. Nice! I am detecting a pattern.

Stella is definitely the daredevil. She loved the water at the park. She tried to throw herself down the lake house stairs several times, just for the sport of it. She bobbled around in the wave pool, happy and smiley. Also, like any good woman, Stella is shoe obsessed. She wants to wear her shoes during every waking minute. She’s saying more and more things, like shoes (of course), baby, momma, dada, bubba. Her rendition of the word shirt is much like James’ rendition of the word frog.
Dear little cursing babies of mine.


What joyful times that the babes are growing up. I like newborns, but I am enjoying toddlers so much more.

So now, I think we are ready to adopt an older child. I am thinking a fourteen year old daughter. So we have a built in babysitter. Let me know if any of you are looking to unload your teenager...

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