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Boys and Fashion.

So, it’s cold. And I’m already over the battle of making the older two boys wear appropriate clothes. By appropriate I mean pants (yes, the middle schooler came downstairs this morning in shorts and a long-sleeve tee, and it was about 25 degrees) and jackets and hats. I’ve moved on to “natural consequences” for them…you want to freeze your butt off, go right ahead. Your teacher won’t let you go out for recess because you aren’t dressed appropriately, 4th grader? Whatever. I’m over it.

But Jack Henry is young enough that I insist on correct clothes, and he’s actually smart enough to know that it’s freezing out and he wants to be on the playground. However, he’s a boy. And a sports-loving boy at that. So this morning’s little conversation shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did, and it made me laugh. Keep in mind that he’d pick a Cardinals/Illini/whatever tee and athletic pants everyday if left to his own devices.

He always gets himself ready in the morning, but today I pulled out a pair of jeans (because he said he was cold yesterday in athletic pants) and a thermal, striped long-sleeved tee for him. He examined the shirt, made a face, and said, “Are you sure this isn’t a sweater for church? It looks and feels like it.” I can only assume that the lack of Nike swoosh or mascot made it look nice enough for church (I have to admit, my standards for church clothes has tanked the last few years, so he’s not far off), coupled with it having more texture than a tee.

The shirt went back in the drawer. It was too big, but I have a feeling that even when it fits, it’s not going to be chosen on a regular basis.

Third Child vs. First: A School Project Comparison

Mmmkay.

A week ago, Jack Henry came home from school with an assignment I’ve seen before: the family tree. I’ve done the identical project with both of his brothers in first grade, also.

It was a typically-busy week around here, and we did a couple of things to work on the project. Jack Henry said he could decorate it however he wanted, and I remember distractedly saying “fine” several days ago while making dinner. As in, I encouraged him to do the part that he could do on his own.

Friday afternoon my sister helped him get everyone’s names on the leaves. Thank you, Hayley.

So Sunday afternoon rolled around. Guess what? I hadn’t done my part yet. And we were hosting small group in a few hours, and I had food to make and a house to clean up. Me: “do you just maybe want to draw your family members on the tree?”

That was a big no. I mean, I get it. Lame.

So we quickly chose a few pictures on the computer, including ripping a few pics off Facebook of our family members, and had them printed at Walgreens (our color printer hasn’t worked for a long time, so this is a cheap, close-by option).

I quickly cut them into rectangles for him (JH: “oh, I thought you were going to cut them into circles, but this is fine”), and we glued it all together. Done. And in time.

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So yeah, that’s an American flag in the tree. And a giraffe and some play-doh and some marker stamps on the trunk. I mean, whatever, man.

{I would like to point out that we included every family member (please keep this in mind as you look at the next two pictures. This is the one redeeming quality of Jack Henry’s family tree.).}

For comparison’s sake, here’s Luke’s:

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Normal.

And Bennett’s:

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Also normal. Sigh.

I swear I’m still totally plugged in.

Fifteen.

A couple of months ago, I was looking at Instagram, and a popular blogger that I follow on IG had posted a picture of her sweet family…they’d been travelling in an RV for a number of weeks together. She seems like a fun mom, and I love watching what she does with her kids through pictures. However, what caught my attention was the couple of comments that were visible under the picture.

I’m paraphrasing, but the gist was this, from 2 different moms: “We do EVERYTHING with our kids. We have never ever gotten a babysitter, even to go out for dinner, because we never want to be without them. Why would we want to go on an adventure and not include them?”

I almost choked on my tea.

Because, you see, I love my kids. So much. My only serious childhood ambition was to be a mom someday (and a cashier and an Avon lady. Which hasn’t happened yet, really. Who knows what the future holds though, right?), and I am one. I love travelling with them and seeing new things for the first time with them.

But are you even kidding me? Never getting a babysitter? Never doing anything without them? I’m sorry, but to me, that’s just not healthy for you as an adult human, or for your marriage. I’ve blogged before about how I think couples have to be careful not to lose sight of each other while they’re in the messy throes of raising kids (12 in ’12 was all about this for us), because before you know it, those kids are on their own, and you’re married to a stranger. No one wants that, right?

So, all that to justify say: Matt and I ran away to the beach last week for 5 days to celebrate our 15th anniversary, and it was truly, truly one of the highlights of my life. And we have Matt’s parents to majorly thank for totally stepping in and taking over the household for us while we were gone…they even left me with a clean house and garage, and the laundry done. Doesn’t get much better than that!!

We joked that we didn’t even know if we would be good at going on a sit-your-butt-on-the-beach vacation, since we’re usually go-do-a-ton-of-stuff vacationers (Nashville, Nashville again, Boston – though one of my Boston highlights was our drive to the Cape Cod seashore…). However, as it turns out, we killed it at laying in beach chairs. Literally for 4 full days, our only responsibility was making sure that we reapplied sunscreen regularly. We read books (you guys, my non-reader husband read TWO WHOLE BOOKS while we were gone), listened to music and the ocean, walked the beach and collected shells, and made getting back to the beach (or, just staying there all day) for sunset our job. Oh, and plenty of eating, and drinking Lime-a-Ritas like they were nutritious.

I can’t go back to do-something vacations after this. I’m afraid it ruined me in the best way possible.

It’s not that I ever would’ve shunned a vacation at the beach. I mean, hello, parenting babies and toddlers is incredibly exhausting, too. But as we reflected on the trip, and the time of year that we took it, it made sense why this felt like perfect timing. For the past couple of years, and the foreseeable future, our March-September is c-r-a-z-y with baseball. And you all know we wouldn’t have it any other way! The rest of the year feels so much more regular-busy-family manageable.

October is the perfect time to go to the beach. I’m polishing up my persuasive speech skills to talk Matt into this again. :)

I didn’t even mention where we went, did I? Siesta Key, Florida, right outside Sarasota. We visited a few neighboring beaches, too, to compare, and none of them even came close. I’d choose Siesta Key again in a heartbeat.

Sigh. So that’s it. Here are a few pictures, to make you want to go, too.

Next week, if I’m brave enough, I’ll blog about body image and what living in a bikini for a few days taught me. We’ll see.

Seven. Like 3 Weeks Ago.

Sigh. I can’t believe I didn’t get around to this before now. Sorry, adult-Jack-Henry-who-is-someday-reading-this. Mama loves you. She’s just flighty and busy, and sitting down to blog just didn’t happen.

Also, it should be noted that I just scheduled his well-child exam for sometime in mid-November, a mere 2 months after his birthday. Par for the course, thirdborn.

We actually spent several days celebrating our family’s youngest member during his birthday week. He had his first-ever friend party the Saturday before his birthday (the 20th), and then we had our family dinner/presents on the 25th, the day before his birthday. Because on his actual birthday, we had 2 baseball games at 2 parks 20 minutes apart (Nana Jo and Papa Ron came over to join us for the weekend!). And he was playing in one of those games. Then on the day after his birthday, Luke had a game and JH had a double header, and he had plans to join my brother’s family at their school’s carnival that afternoon. So it was like all Jack Henry, all the time, for several days :)

I’ve said before, so many times I know, that JH is just the perfect fit in our trio of boys. I can’t imagine life without him and his happy, sunny disposition, his tender, sweet heart, his loud giggle, and his wit and humor and funny, smart brain. I love that he’s still kind of a little kid…it’s still sometimes hard for me to believe that everyone is school-age now! But he’s the one that snuggles up on the couch, and greets me with a hug and holds my hand every.single.day when I pick him up from school.

So yes, it’s late, my dear JH, but it’s here. I love you.

Mom

First Broken Bone (maybe)

This is how Bennett looks as of Monday afternoon.

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That’s a maybe-broken pinky finger. On the child that, if I was a betting person, I’d have picked hands-down to have the first broken bone in our family. But let’s back this story up.

Saturday, 9am

I had taken Jack Henry out to Chesterfield for his baseball game, and Matt, the two older boys, and his parents were at our house (planning to leave for Luke’s game at 9:15ish). Luke and Bennett went out for a neighborhood scooter ride, as they often do.

I got a text from Matt letting me know that there had been a scooter accident, and that Bennett was pretty banged up, but that he’d taken care of it. I asked for details.

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“Apparently speed was important.”?? Uh, yeah. 1. Don’t you remember what it was like to be a boy on a bike/scooter on a hill? 2. Have you met our child?
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The rest of Saturday and Sunday, Bennett was obviously still feeling some discomfort from his injuries, and our focus was on his swollen pinky finger. He couldn’t bend it all the way, and it just didn’t look quite right.

So on Monday morning, I took him to see our school nurse, who took one look at it and said she thought it should be x-rayed. I called our insurance company, talked to a few friends, and decided on Urgent Care for x-rays, knowing that I’d take him to an orthopedist to have it set if it was broken, but hoping they’d say no, it’s not broken, and we’d go along our merry way.

I didn’t anticipate what actually happened: an inconclusive result. Between Bennett’s strange finger shape (his pinkies are bowed, which means one of the bones is atypical) and a weird divot-that-is-possibly-a-break in that misshapen bone, the doc wasn’t sure. So he splinted it and told us to see an orthopedist in a week.

Sigh.

We’re speeding up that timeline and seeing a specialist tomorrow. Will update :)

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UPDATE: NOT broken, much to Bennett’s chagrin! We saw an orthopedist who took one look at our UC x-rays and was able to determine that his bone is misshapen and that divot is a rudimentary growth plate, not a break. Hooray!

Simplicity.

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**Major disclaimer: please read this knowing it is my opinion and parenting approach, and not a rip on the way other people choose to approach this as parents. There’s plenty of that elsewhere in other blogs. I just thought that there might be some other moms out there, maybe younger moms especially, who could use some insight and encouragement in this area. That’s it.**

I know I’ve mentioned on the blog before that I’m not much of a birthday party mom. I generally find it stressful, and overwhelming, and not fun. And yes, I know it’s not about me, but when I am all of the above, it doesn’t make for a happy household. That doesn’t mean that we don’t celebrate birthdays, or skip parties with friends. It just means that I like to keep things simple.

Part of my issue is how huge, in both numbers of kids invited and expenses, birthday parties have become. I’m simply not interested in keeping up with the Joneses. The potential expense completely overwhelms me, and the excessive amount of planning time to make everything creative and perfect makes me break out in hives. And I’m a creative person. Who adores Pinterest. I think part of my aversion is that all of this effort is put into something that lasts 2 hours.

Now. If crafting up an amazing party is your thing, go for it, sister. If you can afford a fun location, go all out! I don’t think badly of you, and I’m happy you’ve chosen to celebrate your kiddo in that way. Those parties can be really fun!

But if you can’t afford it? Or don’t want to spend that kind of money or time on a party? It’s ok. It really, really is ok to go against the grain. I honestly don’t think it’s going to impact your kids negatively in the long run. In fact, it might even lead to some really great discussions from an early age about family priorities and making hard choices (i.e. you may give your kid the option of an expensive party in lieu of a gift from you if it’s that important to him to have a big party).

We’ve had several small parties at the house, and we’ve also done the pick-three-friends-to-go-to-the-movies route. Each boy has been given the option of one bowling party (or similar expense), but Bennett didn’t even want that, and instead chose to have friends over to the house because that seemed more fun to him. One of B’s friends’ parents take a few kids camping at a local campground for their son’s birthday…super fun, doesn’t break the bank. There are tons of ways to celebrate your kid and his big day without forking over the equivalent of a car payment.

Clearly my kids aren’t grown yet, and this whole topic of how lame their birthday parties were compared to their friends could still lead them to the therapist’s couch. I hope not, but I don’t know. So take what I say with a grain of salt ;)

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Yesterday was Jack Henry’s first friend birthday party (he will be 7 next week!). With a September birthday, he didn’t know enough kids at school last year for us to have one, and having attended two different preschools didn’t allow for a good group of friends to form by the time his birthday came around each year.

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my happy birthday boy!

He invited 6 kids, and 4 were able to come over for a 2-hour party with pizza, homemade Oreo truffle cupcakes, and ice cream. We decorated the kitchen with streamers and a fun banner that my friend Corrie printed for me for Bennett’s last party. A couple of balloons were tied to the mailbox and to JH’s chair at the kitchen table. The kids played with a giant whoopie cushion we have in our basement, played one relay game I’d planned (and weren’t that into it, so I let go of any ideas I had of more organized games), ate, opened gifts, and just played. Jack Henry said it was really fun. The other kids seemed to be having a good time.

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popcorn shoe relay race, found on spoonful.com

ice cream pinterest idea

excellent time-saving idea from pinterest…scoop ice cream into cupcake liners ahead of time, and pull out of the freezer when it’s time to serve dessert!

I’m sure it wasn’t the most earth-shattering day of any of their young lives. But it was a great celebration of my boy. He had fun. I didn’t put us in debt.

Win-win.

Minus One

Last weekend, for the first time ever, Luke went away for the weekend on a church retreat for sixth graders. I have to admit, it was really, really weird to not have him with us… I felt like I was forgetting something all weekend.

However, it was really cool to spend some time with just the two younger boys while Luke was doing all of the Big Kid Things. Because we did not have a crazy overscheduled weekend for once, we had plenty of time to just do what we wanted.

Friday night, after Matt and I took care of the yard work and finishing up our bathroom remodel, we decided to have a bonfire in the cul-de-sac and let the boys have s’mores before dinner. Might’ve been our best decision all weekend.

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Saturday: early breakfast at The Shack (I’m obsessed with their berry granola pancake), a long walk on Grant’s Trail,

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and took some time to hang out at Grant’s Farm.

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It was just so much fun for Matt and me to focus on these 2. And even better, by far, was how they got along with each other. I’ve loooong known that just removing any one of them from the mix for a while totally changes the dynamic, but it’s such a pleasant surprise to see these two getting along.

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By Sunday afternoon we couldn’t wait to have Luke back! He was, of course, exhausted, but full of fun stories. Growing up Catholic, I didn’t have these kinds of experiences, so I’m excited for him that he got to experience something like this with his youth group!

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Things are totally (eyeroll) back to normal now, with B and JH resuming their roles as oil and water. Oh well. It was sure fun while it lasted.