As I've been looking back and reading past posts of the blog lately, I realized how I've missed having a place to document the typical insanity that transpires in our family. I have a horrible memory and this is the only way I'll remember some of this stuff. I realized that fully today when I had this experience with Leliea today:
We were cleaning out the fridge. I started the job- pulling everything out and really, really cleaning it- when Leilea came spinning and skipping and singing into the kitchen, as girls like her do. She is a really, really good helper, so I put her to work immediately.
I've had my hair pulled back in a ponytail today, with an elastic headband to keep all of the little pieces back.
I am almost completely inside the fridge, scrubbing kool-aide stains, when my little helper starts flipping my ponytail.
L- I love your ponytail, mommy.
Me- Thanks, Leilea.
L- (pointing to my headband) What's this?
Me- A headband.
L- How 'bout let's not wear this when you leave the house, okay? ...but I love your ponytail, mommy.
I don't ever want to forget stuff like that.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Mulehead
The little one is 3 now. Where has time gone?
I've often referred to her as the exclamation point at the end of our family sentence and never has this been more true.
She had our hearts at day one when she came into this family in a hurry.
She has captured the hearts of many.
...and the funny bones.
She's not afraid of much.
She makes us gasp,
and hide our eyes....
I've often referred to her as the exclamation point at the end of our family sentence and never has this been more true.
She had our hearts at day one when she came into this family in a hurry.
She has captured the hearts of many.
and hide our eyes....
but this is Leilea's world and we're all just living in it.
We're just here to keep her grounded.
Happy birthday, little one. My, how time flies.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Dirty Thirty
I always post on here for everyone else's birthdays. This year, I thought I'd post one for me.
I'm 30.
Do you remember when that was old? Maybe it still is. The truth is, I still feel the same that I did when I was 17. My life is different, with different and hopefully more evolved hopes, fears, dreams... but I'm still me.
I guess I always thought that when I was 30, I'd be magically transformed into a woman with a perm, a pantsuit, and pumps who doesn't think poop is funny.
No pantsuit, no perm, no pumps, and poop is definitely still funny.
I don't even realize I'm getting older until I'm slapped in the face with reality. I went to the doctor several months ago for a spot on my face. Being fair-skinned and having a love/hate relationship with the sun, I try to keep an eye on things so I went to the dermatologist. She took one look at it and said, "It's not cancer. You're just getting older. It's an age thing." What?!?! When I go to the doctor to get something checked out, the reason is usually, "Well, you've had 3 kids." I knew this particular problem wasn't the result of any postnatal mishap but it's never been age.
It's not that I mind getting older. It's better than the alternative. I won't even mind going gray or getting wrinkles. I've always admired the silver hair of a well-aged woman. I used to wish I had the laugh lines I saw in the faces of my relatives. I thought crow's feet were cool- like a badge of honor.
I don't want to be in high school again. Age seems to dull the drama of the teenage life, and that was very welcome. At 30, I have more confidence (or lack of concern for acceptance), I'm more organized (I know- it was worse), and I really do know more. I like where I am and I'm glad for every minute that has carried me here.
What would my teenage self say about me now?
I always wanted to be an art teacher, and here I am.
I never thought I'd have kids and now I'm crawling with them.
If I'd known my kids and how cool they'd be, I would have planned on them years ago. I'd be surprised but excited.
I never thought I'd marry John, but, again, back then, I didn't know the John I married. He's perfect for me.
Do people really make lists like on the movies of things they "have" to accomplish by the time they're 30, or 40, or whenever? I've always been a come-what-may kind of person but if I had made a list then it would have been drastically different. I just would have re-written it a million times along the way so that I would end up exactly where I am today. 
Yup, I'm 30. I've lost the ability to pull an all-nighter and I have looked at a group of teenagers and uttered the phrase "Kids these days...." I sign report cards, and file claims with my homeowners insurance. I think some music on the radio us just noise, and most teenage boys need haircuts. I may wear sunscreen every day and pass up clothes at the store that I like because it looks "too young" but mark my words: I will never own a pantsuit, pumps, or get a perm- even when I earn my grey hair and crow's feet.
I'm 30.Do you remember when that was old? Maybe it still is. The truth is, I still feel the same that I did when I was 17. My life is different, with different and hopefully more evolved hopes, fears, dreams... but I'm still me.
I guess I always thought that when I was 30, I'd be magically transformed into a woman with a perm, a pantsuit, and pumps who doesn't think poop is funny.
No pantsuit, no perm, no pumps, and poop is definitely still funny.
I don't even realize I'm getting older until I'm slapped in the face with reality. I went to the doctor several months ago for a spot on my face. Being fair-skinned and having a love/hate relationship with the sun, I try to keep an eye on things so I went to the dermatologist. She took one look at it and said, "It's not cancer. You're just getting older. It's an age thing." What?!?! When I go to the doctor to get something checked out, the reason is usually, "Well, you've had 3 kids." I knew this particular problem wasn't the result of any postnatal mishap but it's never been age.
It's not that I mind getting older. It's better than the alternative. I won't even mind going gray or getting wrinkles. I've always admired the silver hair of a well-aged woman. I used to wish I had the laugh lines I saw in the faces of my relatives. I thought crow's feet were cool- like a badge of honor.
I don't want to be in high school again. Age seems to dull the drama of the teenage life, and that was very welcome. At 30, I have more confidence (or lack of concern for acceptance), I'm more organized (I know- it was worse), and I really do know more. I like where I am and I'm glad for every minute that has carried me here.
What would my teenage self say about me now?
I always wanted to be an art teacher, and here I am.
I never thought I'd have kids and now I'm crawling with them.
If I'd known my kids and how cool they'd be, I would have planned on them years ago. I'd be surprised but excited.I never thought I'd marry John, but, again, back then, I didn't know the John I married. He's perfect for me.
Do people really make lists like on the movies of things they "have" to accomplish by the time they're 30, or 40, or whenever? I've always been a come-what-may kind of person but if I had made a list then it would have been drastically different. I just would have re-written it a million times along the way so that I would end up exactly where I am today. 
Yup, I'm 30. I've lost the ability to pull an all-nighter and I have looked at a group of teenagers and uttered the phrase "Kids these days...." I sign report cards, and file claims with my homeowners insurance. I think some music on the radio us just noise, and most teenage boys need haircuts. I may wear sunscreen every day and pass up clothes at the store that I like because it looks "too young" but mark my words: I will never own a pantsuit, pumps, or get a perm- even when I earn my grey hair and crow's feet.
Kawika's 4!
Blogging has been way down on my list of things to do lately. Honestly, we've been so cought up in living life lately that I haven't had time to write about it. Whatever the reason, I can't let Kawika's birthday post pass me by.
Yeah, Kawika turned 4 in May. I'm happy to report that this little boy is still the kindest, softest, squishiest, most cuddly kid I've ever met. Here's a breakdown of a few of my favorite things about this boy at this point:
*The kid seriously has the softest skin I've ever touched. Always has.
*Of all the kids, he's always the first in line for hugs and kisses.
*His ears are squishy and movable. They flop when he runs, and even flap in strong wind. When he gets tired, he plays with them and folds them into his head and pops them out.
*He tells me when I make his heart happy. (unfortunately for my heart, he also tells me when I make his heart sad)
*He really loves his mommy. That's my favorite.
*His idea of the ideal meal always starts and sometimes ends with peanut butter and jelly.
*He maintains his own in this house of strong-willed sisters. ...and loves them very much.
*He's my artist. The girls like to make art, but Kawika goes about it differently and looks at things in a way that amazes me.
Whatever life has in store for Kawika, my biggest hope for him is that he stays just the way he has been for the past 4 years. Happy birthday sweet boy.
Yeah, Kawika turned 4 in May. I'm happy to report that this little boy is still the kindest, softest, squishiest, most cuddly kid I've ever met. Here's a breakdown of a few of my favorite things about this boy at this point:
*The kid seriously has the softest skin I've ever touched. Always has.
*Of all the kids, he's always the first in line for hugs and kisses.
*His ears are squishy and movable. They flop when he runs, and even flap in strong wind. When he gets tired, he plays with them and folds them into his head and pops them out.
*He tells me when I make his heart happy. (unfortunately for my heart, he also tells me when I make his heart sad)
*He really loves his mommy. That's my favorite.*His idea of the ideal meal always starts and sometimes ends with peanut butter and jelly.
*He maintains his own in this house of strong-willed sisters. ...and loves them very much.
*He's my artist. The girls like to make art, but Kawika goes about it differently and looks at things in a way that amazes me.
Whatever life has in store for Kawika, my biggest hope for him is that he stays just the way he has been for the past 4 years. Happy birthday sweet boy.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Reality Check
My kids undoubtedly believe in the healing power of kisses. No one in this house under 5 feet can leave a boo boo unattended until you kiss the exact spot of pain. I love it.
They also believe that as a part of daddy's regular chores he kills any monster that might come from their closets or from under their beds.
This is why I'm a little surprised sometimes when I get a dose of reality from my kids.
Yesterday, I was joking around with Iwa and told her that we needed to move to Mercury for some reason or another. She said, "No, mommy. That's to close to the sun. It would be way too hot for us there."
Iwa: 1
Mommy: 0
What made me sad was a few days before that she was wanting something. She said, "I would wish on a star, but they're just balls of fire in space. They don't come true."
I've been thinking about that ever since.
I told her that we don't have to wish on stars because we have prayer and all of that, but a part of me is sad that one piece of childhood is taken away from her by reality. Sheesh. Education.
I realized all was not lost, though, when she helped me hunt leprechauns. John and I were on our way somewhere with the kids. We were talking about where to go or something and, of course, she was trying to be in our conversation.
Iwalani: Mommy, where are we going?
Me: (jokingly) I don't know about you guys but I'm looking for leprechauns. I hear he has some really good Lucky Charms.
Iwalani: (in an "Whatever, Mommy" kinda laugh and tone) Okay mommy..
**long silence**
Iwalani: So, Mommy... what do leprechauns look like?
Of course I told her where we were actually going, but if she was going to believe that, she's still a kid.
I'd rather not think about what it says about me.
They also believe that as a part of daddy's regular chores he kills any monster that might come from their closets or from under their beds.
This is why I'm a little surprised sometimes when I get a dose of reality from my kids.
Yesterday, I was joking around with Iwa and told her that we needed to move to Mercury for some reason or another. She said, "No, mommy. That's to close to the sun. It would be way too hot for us there."
Iwa: 1
Mommy: 0
What made me sad was a few days before that she was wanting something. She said, "I would wish on a star, but they're just balls of fire in space. They don't come true."
I've been thinking about that ever since.
I told her that we don't have to wish on stars because we have prayer and all of that, but a part of me is sad that one piece of childhood is taken away from her by reality. Sheesh. Education.
I realized all was not lost, though, when she helped me hunt leprechauns. John and I were on our way somewhere with the kids. We were talking about where to go or something and, of course, she was trying to be in our conversation.
Iwalani: Mommy, where are we going?
Me: (jokingly) I don't know about you guys but I'm looking for leprechauns. I hear he has some really good Lucky Charms.
Iwalani: (in an "Whatever, Mommy" kinda laugh and tone) Okay mommy..
**long silence**
Iwalani: So, Mommy... what do leprechauns look like?
Of course I told her where we were actually going, but if she was going to believe that, she's still a kid.
I'd rather not think about what it says about me.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Math
For all of you who know how much I love math, here's a little equation for you:
This:
+ this:
= this:
and this:
and when you add 6 years (what?!?) = this:
Happy 6th birthday, test child. You've been a good sport. Here's to many, many more.
(years people..... more years.)
This:
+ this:
= this:
and this:
and when you add 6 years (what?!?) = this:
Happy 6th birthday, test child. You've been a good sport. Here's to many, many more.(years people..... more years.)
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Wockets and pockets
I cannot get Dr.Seuss off my mind lately. His birthday is Wednesday and my classes are doing projects inspired by his work. Because of this, and because it's just plain good stuff, I've been reading a lot of Dr.Seuss both to my kids at home and my kids at school.
In preparation for this, I did a lot of internet research on Dr.Seuss and discovered that (not surprisingly) he had a lot of good stuff to say.
"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You."
In preparation for this, I did a lot of internet research on Dr.Seuss and discovered that (not surprisingly) he had a lot of good stuff to say.
"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You."
When people express their amazement about how alike my kids look, and how much they look like me, I jokingly call myself a human Xerox. I mean really- three chances for genetic variations and this is what we get?
While the four of us do look alike (sorry John), they all have their distinct personalities. If they learn nothing else from me, I hope they learn to be themselves because you should...
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
Here are two more I love:
"Adults are just obsolete children and to Hell with them."
"If you never did you should. These things are fun and fun is good."
...and one final one that I would love to have cross-stitched and framed in my house:
"I've heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me."
Happy birthday Dr. Seuss. Thanks.
While the four of us do look alike (sorry John), they all have their distinct personalities. If they learn nothing else from me, I hope they learn to be themselves because you should..."Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
Here are two more I love:
"Adults are just obsolete children and to Hell with them."
"If you never did you should. These things are fun and fun is good."
...and one final one that I would love to have cross-stitched and framed in my house:
"I've heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me."
Happy birthday Dr. Seuss. Thanks.
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