Saturday, January 15, 2011

Singing Toys

My little girl is almost one year old.  On the 26th of this month my baby will be one.

That is not what this post is about.

This little girl has hit the developmental stage where she fights when changing her diaper.  It always amazes me that such little bodies can be so strong.  They must have another hormonal gland, or carbohydrate store in which to call upon in times of diaper changes.

Me singing use to be enough, but the stress on me of screaming baby causes brain shut down and zero songs come to mind.  This in itself is highly odd for I usually always have a song in my head and daily conversations have be linked to me spontaneously breaking into song because someone has by chance said a lyric.  (I have also been known to sing what I am saying...usually to the dismay of others and almost never in public.)  God also new that I was going to have four boys so he has given to me an awfully powerful set of lungs which have been used to clear houses of party-ers, break-up bar fights, kept children from getting run over, called children from over a block away to supper and on occasion has been used to, on a whim, sing in public, just because I could (and I like freaking out my boys.)

All that being said, and most of it irrelevant, I have been forced to do something I do not like to do.  You see, I hate plastic.  Ex specially plastic toys.  AND plastic toys with batteries are the (well...one of the)bane of my existence.  Once again, having four boys the noise level stays kinda high even when they are playing quietly.  Little boys with plastic toys that take batteries is enough to drive their mama to blog about it or go insane (which when you have lungs like mine everyone on the block knows you've gone nuts, but they all know you have boys so they understand.) 

All that being said...you see, she got this little PLASTIC tea party set that has BATTERIES and it sings.  She wants the tea pot that sings when I change her diaper.  Oh, I seem to have run out of words.  I have to push that little button 6 times just to change a wet diaper.  Now, try to guess what song is in my head all of the time?  At the bank...at the store...folding clothes...!

If you have any ideas let me know.  I'm trying red wine tonight.  I doubt it will help with diaper changes.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Loooong Time

Oct 6, 2010 was my last post.  I knew it was a long time but...wow!  Life seems to have gotten in the way of blogging as life seems to do.

Reflecting, as January usually sees me doing, I've noticed that although I have a wonderfully blessed and full life, is this all that there is?  Not that I am not thankful for all God has given.  Crazy thankful!  Seems to me the details of life are filling it up and there is nothing NEW. 

Get up-breakfast-cleaning-feeding-washing clothes(oh the clothes)-lunch-meal plan-cook-make beds-baths-showers-getting everyone dressed-teeth brushing-refereeing-school-reading to the kids-grocery shopping...I'm getting destressed just thinking about it. 

The stuff that needs to be done gets in the way of what I want to do. 

Time for a change.

I'm going to open the door to new-ness and let the fresh breeze of life into my place...to enjoy the uncomfortable sharpness of the icy air on my stuck in a rut facial expression.  I'm going to do new things and old stuff I have stopped doing.  And do you know why?

Because I can.

It's been a long time coming.