The new facebook timeline makes it easy to see every status update, comment, photo, or link you’ve ever put on facebook. I found myself looking through my updates thinking there were some gems for kid’s memory books. In reading many of them, I realized that facebook gives a sappy, silly, and sometimes accurate glimpse into my everyday life. So, just for fun, here are some status updates from the past 6 months:
Ezra: Ella, Daddy’s my best friend.
Ella: Well, Mommy’s my best friend. Even when she’s mean like today.
Ezra: Come take a picture of my poo poo, Mom.
Um, no thanks. We don’t need to record everything.
Um, no thanks. We don’t need to record everything.
We’re sitting down to dinner, Ella volunteers to say the prayer. Ezra won’t quiet down, starts banging his fork, and then proceeds to scream when I take it away.
Ella (mid prayer): “and please help Ezra to stop screaming all the time.”
(she then sneaks a peek at Kai)
“and please help Kai to stay cute as he gets older.”
Ella (mid prayer): “and please help Ezra to stop screaming all the time.”
(she then sneaks a peek at Kai)
“and please help Kai to stay cute as he gets older.”
If my kids had facebook accounts, their statuses would say, “Pushed mom over the edge tonight. She says no dinner until the play room is clean. We’ll show her. Who needs dinner?”
Thanks a lot, Fitness magazine. Now when husbands are feeling frisky, they can say, “but it will help you fight colds, honey!” Apparently having sex once or twice a week helps you up your concentrations of disease-fighting immunoglobins.
Me: “You can’t eat snacks all the time. Eating lunch and dinner are just part of life.”
Ezra: “That’s not the life I want.“
Me either, kid.
Ezra: “That’s not the life I want.“
Me either, kid.
Being a parent always test the bounds of what I am capable of. Case in point: nursing a baby while climbing a ladder to screw on the lightbulb we unscrewed last night when the kids wouldn’t sleep.
I know it’s ludicrous and I despise doing it, but somehow I can’t stop. Why am I yelling at my kids “Stop yelling at each other!”? So annoying.
I went to my husband’s work today and, as I watched him walk across the parking lot, I thought “Yum!” It’s not that I don’t normally think he’s a handsome guy. There was just something about seeing him in a different environment, all professional and confident, that turned my head.
Thank you, Zumba for helping me laugh out loud at myself this morning and to pretend I look sexy when I “drop it down. “
Maybe I shouldn’t social network today. I strongly suspect my bite is worse than my bark. Ezra’s certainly is.
I love having big kids who grow giddy over frosting a cake for family night and, when given the choice, opt for a walk in the rain to school, rather than a ride in the car. I love holding the sweetest baby who looks at me like he’s discovered gold – every time.
Ella helping bathe the baby: gentle and sweet. Ezra doing the same: sweet. Either way, it’s one of my favorite big kid helping care for baby moments. Ella even wanted to help dry and dress him.
Watching my husband dance using the kinetic? Priceless. This is going to be fun. Love you, honey!
Ezra says to me at 6 am (when I am telling him to go back to bed) “I can’t find Ella.” I look in her bed, she is not there. All the lights are out. I call her name. No answer. I look in the garage. I call her name throughout the house. No answer. I start to panic and wake Tim up. I’m near tears and she finally emerges from my bedroom closet. Seriously, kid. What a horrible feeling.
Some days it feels like I live on the set of “Let’s Make a Deal.” Seriously, kids. Not everything is negotiable.
In my next life, I would like to be a man. I am sick = managing myself and three kids. My husband is sick = lying on the couch. Feeling much better this morning. Thanks to everyone who wished me well yesterday. I think it’s just a nasty 24 hour bug.
Awash with gratitude for all of my blessings tonight.
No need for schools to invest in 1984 any longer. Simply sign the class up for a free fb account. They will soon learn that rights they never knew they had are being trampled upon and the govt is their enemy or, conversely, that the govt can solve all of their problems if they could only regulate a few more things. See, I know how to trim budgets too!
Hmmm… Ella was listing off people to bless in her prayer and randomly says “please bless the rich and”… (she pauses as if seeking the right word, then “and, um, the old. ” afterwards she tells me she remembered the old because “they’re nice. “
Need a reminder that life is delicious, invigorating, simply waiting for you to imagine all its possibilities? Follow a 2 year old on his bike, listen to his chatter, and see it all through his eyes.
Bought Tim a new grey suit with a vest, reminiscent of a suit my dad used to wear, but modernized. He looked so handsome. Made my heart ache and soar all at once.
I felt bad laughing at him, but it was pretty funny when Ezra put up one too many lids, sat down, and fell in a bit.
Ah, Felicity on watch Instantly. I could so relate to her… The awkwardness. The uncertainty. Those dang Bens in my life. Enjoying watching again but so glad that it feels like a bittersweet long ago now.
How can I ever stay frustrated by a baby who lights up and breaks out into an enormous grin every time he sees me, even if it’s only been a minute?
Looks like my kids are eating parade candy for dinner.
Ezra: I want to be a Fireman when I grow up. Me (in mock distress) come help me fireman! There’s a fire! Bring your truck. Ezra: S”orry. Can’t. I can’t find my truck.”
I wonder what the world would look like if all political labels were temporarily erased. What if we had no idea what party or ideology someone subscribed to? Would we hear them differently? Surprise ourselves by who would suddenly make sense to us? Would we be more hopeful? All I know is that the way we are currently “listening” to each other is a colossal failure. Maybe it’s time to try something new.
So funny! I love Timeline for this exact reason!
Fun post, Mindy! It’s interesting to look back at some, isn’t it?