Daddy says… Pegleg

Slap – Thunk – PLOK – Thunk     Slap – Thunk – PLOK – Thunk     Slap – Thunk – PLOK – Thunk

We’ve been hearing that pattern all evening.  Our little Milk Monkey has been crawling around in the trailer with a block in one hand and it makes a big PLOK sound every time it hits the floor.  We keep laughing, thinking it almost sounds as if he’s a little baby pirate with a pegleg crawling around. And of course with his big brother and big sister crawling around with him, he gets more and more excited and crawls around even faster, laughing and yelling – it’s so good to hear them all having fun together.

The little guy is getting to the age where his older siblings can actually play with him and include him in games of their own, which is really great to see.  The Professor & the Princess are pretty close in age – only a year and a half separate them – but the milk monkey is a late addition.  I’ve wondered what his place was going to be in their little group, but he seems to be doing just fine figuring it out on his own.

And tonight it included his making a   Slap – Thunk – PLOK – Thunk   noise as he crawls along with his pegleg.

Weekend at Mummy’s

Sometimes a Mummy just needs to get away for a bit and breath and that’s exactly what I did this weekend.  A couple other Mom’s and I went camping.  I realized just how blessed I am to have such wonderful friends.  Even though it rained, we were still able to sit outside under the awning and  relax in the glow of the hanging lights and some candles.

Today Daddy and the children came to help me close up the trailer and tow it back home.  I was greeted with big hugs and kisses, even my little Milk Monkey was saying “Mu-mmy, Mu-mmy” rather than his usual plea’s for Daddy.  He was snuggly in my arms and didn’t want me to let him go.  It felt good knowing I was missed so much and even though I had a fabulous time, I was so happy to be back with my family.

Back at home, the Milk Monkey decided it was time to stay vertical in his travels and he began walking.  Just like that!  I was so happy I didn’t miss it!  Daddy and I sat in the play area with our little cutie and had him walk back and forth between us, the whole time laughing at our obviously amazing little guy!  Even though we’ve experienced this twice before with the Little Professor and the Princess, it was just as awesome with our Milk Monkey.

Tonight we are fake camping once again.  The kids were a little bummed they didn’t get to go with me this weekend so we agreed to camp out in the trailer for the night.  The decision was met with cheers and lots of excitement as they gathered their chosen stuffies, along with their pillows and blankets and we all made our way out.  All three kids whispered and giggled in their bunkhouse as they were falling off to sleep and it warmed my heart listening as our little Milk Monkey was included in the fun.  He’s getting so big and he’s really finding his place with his siblings.  I love it!!

Chubby, Little Ball of Terror…

A little over a year ago the Milk Monkey entered our lives.  He was a sweet, laid back baby.  We weren’t sure how we’d handle having a third child, but were pleasantly surprised at how easy he was.  There was barely a ripple in our daily schedule.  He was the missing piece to our family puzzle.

Now our little sweetheart is more like a chubby, little ball of terror.  He’s trouble with a capital T!

Forget the terrible twos, right now we just need to make it through the wild ones!  It’s not that he climbs everything he comes in contact with, or that he amuses himself by trying to bite everyone and it’s not even that he still spends the majority of his day doing his ear piercing screeches, it’s that he does all of that constantly and more.  He bites, he pinches, he tries to poke our eyes out, he pulls hair and he smacks…and when he’s done all that, he does it all again while giggling his deep belly laugh.  It’s all fun and games while trying to poke someone’s eye out.

Today he escaped, his play area, made a run for the stairs, climbed them and crawled to his siblings room just slightly out of my reach the whole time.  For his safety I sat him in his highchair.  He screeched, he threw his puffs at me, he stuck his finger down his throat repeatedly making himself gag and finally he started rocking his chair back and forth until it wasn’t safe and I had to take him out.

I eventually sat in the play area with him and let him climb on the couch hoping that if he was allowed, he’d get bored and move on.  He did get bored – but not before pulling a chunk of my hair out first – and tried to swan dive off the couch head first. Thankfully, I was right there and grabbed his leg just before his head made contact with the floor.  That elicited shrieks of joy from my little cherub.

 

Daddy arrived home and made the decision to cut back on the little Milk Monkey’s play area.  The new area doesn’t have furniture to climb on, and there’s no way to open it and sneak out.  The decision was made for the baby’s safety as much as for Mummy’s sanity.  It didn’t take long for our little one to realize he could push the gate towards me, his little leg muscles bulging in the process but Daddy put a stop to that by tying the gate in place.  There’s no escaping now, thank you very much!

I love my little guy, whether he’s quiet and agreeable, or he’s a chubby, little ball of terror!  He’s still the perfect addition to our family. However, when I look back on my little Milk Monkey’s photos of the past year, I can’t help but wonder…

What happened to our sweet, little laid back guy?

Repost – My Children…my life…

This is a re-post of my very first blog entry.  A few things have changed since then, the cat has died, the kids have grown, esepcially the Milk Monkey but even still, so much is the same.  Life is still crazy and I am still, and always will be, thankful for the gift of my children and all the wonderful time we get to spend together!  

This remains my favourite post out all of them in the last six months!

 

It’s taken me a long time to start this blog, partly because of the wild, craziness I call my life, but mostly because I just wasn’t sure how to begin.  I’ve decided the best way is to introduce myself.

 

I’m 38 (wow, that seems so old when I write it out!), and married with 3 young children…

 

The Little Professor (age 6):  My first born, my kind heart, my little gentleman.  He paves the way for his younger siblings and forgives my errors in uncharted parenting. He is my sunshine!  He amazes me with his sponge like abilities for knowledge.  His goal: to be a marine biologist.

 

 

The Mighty Princess (age 4): So strong, so stubborn, so beautiful, she’s my wild child.  She adores her brother and often patiently lives in his shadow but when she emerges she shines.  She’s a natural born leader but will gladly follow if it leads to something good.  She’s opinionated, and her own little girl. She’s smart and she has never encountered a problem she couldn’t solve. Her smile is radiant and her love is honey, she’s my little princess.  Her goal: to be an obstetrician and to get our pet cat to love her.

 

 

The Milk Monkey (age 9 months): My baby, my hungry little guy.  My 9 and a half pound preemie and still growing fast! So calm and content and perfect.  I’m enjoying the journey as his personality blooms.  His goal: drink as much milk as he can.

 

My children are my life and I don’t just mean that in the whimsical way, I mean it in the literal way.  From morning to night and even to the next morning, I am with my children, loving them, feeding them, changing them, teaching them, hopefully inspiring them to be the best they can be.  In a week of 168 hours, I am usually within 20 feet of them for 160.  I love it, I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.  There are definitely times when my patience is tested, but even if my children went to a school or I went to an office, I would still have those challenging moments.

 

My children are my blessings from God and I thank Him every day for them!

 

 

The Driving Force of All Nature…

We drink a lot of water in our family.  Until lately, it was all bottled.  We were tossing hundreds of bottles of water out every month.  Even though we are strict about recycling I still felt guilty seeing all the empty bottles out by the curb every week.  If that wasn’t bad enough, we were spending a small fortune on water!

One day I came across findaspring.com and out of curiosity I checked out the map and found a free spring, Mt. Blue Spring, in Hingham MA.  It’s about 15 mins from where we live.  It is pre-filtered and flows freely from taps that are located in a shed.  It’s natural, healthy and absolutely delicious!

We take some time every Saturday to go fill up our big bottles of water.  It’s become a family event and the kids really enjoy being a part of the process.  They’re very helpful!   I like that we’re getting our water from a natural source and we’re being environmentally responsible – which is something we could all be more conscious about.

Outside the filling shed is a sign that tells everyone to please protect the drinking water.  It really got me thinking when I read it.  What a wonderful thing we’ve found.  We’re so use to paying for water, whether we buy it from the local government or from one of the many stores.  In fact, during the 1800’s, water from Mt. Blue Spring was commercially bottled and sold but now it’s completely free.  There’s just something about going and collecting our water from a natural source that really does make me want to protect it.

Daddy Says… The Countdown

We’re all getting pretty excited, our Disney trip is only a month away!  We’ve been spending some time over the weekend planning our itinerary, making any additional dinner reservations and talking about what shows we want to see and what rides we want to go on.  It really does get us all psyched up to go!  It’s a lot of fun talking about our favorite rides and restaurants and brings back a lot of memories of our last trip.

This time, we’ll be driving our own camper down and staying in the Fort Wilderness Campground.  I have to say I really enjoy the Disney campground.  It’s such a relaxing place to return to after a hectic day of rides, characters, parades and other theme park fun.  By comparison, the campgrounds are very laid back, easy paced and relaxing.  They have a great pool, outdoor hot tub, and free movies every night on a big outdoor screen with a campfire. One of the best things about the campground however, is that at the end of the day, we’re staying in our own personal space, and not some hotel room that thousands of other people have slept in.

    

We all loved our last trip to Disney, and the closer we get to this one, the more excited we all are!

The Animal School…

I came across this Fable and it really resonated with me.  So often I get doubts about my ability to home school.  They sneak up and attack from behind on the days when I’m exhausted or emotionally spent.  Sometimes I think life would be so much easier if I just sent the kids to public school, and truthfully it would be.  Then I read something like The Animal School and our decision to home school is confirmed within me.  We are giving our children the gift of being themselves, excelling in their natural talents, while aiding them without judgement with the things they struggle in.  We are allowing them to pursue things that interest them while letting go of the unnecessary.  I know the path we’ve chosen is not always going to be easy but I strongly believe in what we are doing for our children and so far, the results speak for themselves!

 

The Animal School: A Fable

by George Reavis

Once upon a time the animals decided they must do something heroic to meet the problems of a “new world” so they organized a school. They had adopted an activity curriculum consisting of running, climbing, swimming and flying. To make it easier to administer the curriculum, all the animals took all the subjects.

The duck was excellent in swimming. In fact, better than his instructor. But he made only passing grades in flying and was very poor in running. Since he was slow in running, he had to stay after school and also drop swimming in order to practice running. This was kept up until his webbed feet were badly worn and he was only average in swimming. But average was acceptable in school so nobody worried about that, except the duck.

The rabbit started at the top of the class in running but had a nervous breakdown because of so much makeup work in swimming.

The squirrel was excellent in climbing until he developed frustration in the flying class where his teacher made him start from the ground up instead of the treetop down. He also developed a “charlie horse” from overexertion and then got a C in climbing and D in running.

The eagle was a problem child and was disciplined severely. In the climbing class, he beat all the others to the top of the tree but insisted on using his own way to get there.

At the end of the year, an abnormal eel that could swim exceeding well and also run, climb and fly a little had the highest average and was valedictorian.

The prairie dogs stayed out of school and fought the tax levy because the administration would not add digging and burrowing to the curriculum. They apprenticed their children to a badger and later joined the groundhogs and gophers to start a successful private school.

Does this fable have a moral?

Note: This story was written when George Reavis was the Assistant Superintendent of the Cincinnati Public Schools back in the 1940s! This content is in the public domain and free to copy, duplicate, and distribute.

Daddy Says… Back up

As one of our benefits, my employer pays for 20 days of back up daycare at a facility near our offices.  We typically utilize it when Mummy has some specific things she needs to get done without the kids around, or could just use a break from the non stop caring for small children.

“Mummy, I need a drink” – “Mummy, I’m hungry” – “Mummy, the baby is climbing the couch again” – “Mummy, can I have some paper to draw on” – “Can you put this Barbie outfit on for me”

Or their arguing: “He hit me!” – “She hit me first!” – “He has the Lego I want!” – “I had it first!” – “(sobbing) He broke my feelings!”

The Professor and the Princess have been going for years and really enjoy it, and this week, the Milk Monkey went along for the first time as well.  It was hard for Mummy to let her little guy go, but he’s old enough now, and we thought the time was right. So, I packed up all three kids and brought them with me when I left for work.

We got to the daycare center and the two older kids ran off to the backup room while I brought the Milk Monkey to the Baby room.  He was there with about 4 other little ones, at least two of which were about his age and crawling about.  After giving the staff his stuff and explaining his schedule a bit, I knelt down and gave the little guy a hug and kiss and headed for the door.  I was almost expecting to hear him get upset and need “Dada”, but I looked back as I got to the door and he was already crawling off looking to play with some of the toys.  I guess he is a lot like his older siblings.  I had to tear them away from the water table they were playing at just to get a goodbye hug!

I stopped by at lunch time to check in and see how the little guy was doing.  It turns out he was having a blast! He had been hanging out and playing with all sorts of stuff, had some Goldfish crackers and some of the baby food I had sent him with and was generally having a great time. And as happy as he was to see me when I showed up, he was just as fine with me leaving once lunch was over.

At the end of the day, I went and picked up the kids.  All three of them had a really great day but were ready to head out.  The Professor and Princess had made some crafts to take home, including a new necklace for Mummy & a couple wooden models of a plane & a car – along with a painting the Professor proudly calls “The Worst painting EVER”.

I came home to a thoroughly relaxed Mummy and the following sight in the backseat.

 

100 Posts!

Today we reached a milestone!

This is our 100th post!

Woohoo!

It all started here with the first post.

I had no idea what I was taking on, I just knew I wanted to write and I wanted to see if anyone would be interested in what I had to say.  It was difficult at first.  I was very nervous and extremely apprehensive, but also very excited.  After a couple weeks, it started to feel like I was writing a note to an old friend each time.  A few of my readers are old friends and family, but a lot of you are people I’ve never met.

I’m surprised at how many people read our family adventures with the Little Professor, the Mighty Princess and the little Milk Monkey.

It has now been 6 months since I started this site and in that time we’ve had thousands and thousands of views.  It’s very exciting knowing so many people are reading!

I’m so grateful to everyone who has stayed with us and faithfully read each post.  Thank you!

I’m also thankful to those who comment, I love reading what you have to say.

 I wish more of you did it.

We have so many plans for the future.  For one, we are changing the look of the site, but more importantly we are trying to find a nickname for Daddy.

I want a name that will showcase his personality.

Something a little less vague than Daddy.

So if you have any suggestions just let me know!

At home I call him Sweetie, but he’s so much more than that, he’s the Ultimate Sweetie.  So naturally I thought US for short (said with a deep southern drawl) but he didn’t go for it, so it’s still a work in progress.

I sincerely hope that those of you who read Honestly Mummy enjoy it as much I as enjoy writing it!