Mom Things: 50 is the charm

I feel like it bears noting that this is the 50th edition of Mom Things.  Not too shabby, and of course, that means I've been on the blogging scene for about a year now.  Dare I say I think I've finally found a hobby? Thanks to everyone who reads and comments, and also to those of you who read and don't comment.  (Seriously though, what's holding you back?  I'll pay you.  But not really.)   Anyway, without any further jabbering on my part, I give you the 50th edition -

You're not at all alarmed to hear the words, "Sarah, stop eating your feet!" from the backseat of your car.

When you set your daughter up at the table for breakfast at school and another little girl steals a piece of pancake off her plate, she gives one of the dirtiest looks you've ever seen given.  Both the dirty look and her territorial nature over the food make you say out loud, "That's my girl!"

You don't think much of it when your monkey-of-a-daughter climbs in and out of shopping carts unassisted, but you can see the nervous fear in the other customer's eyes so you feel the need to chime in with a patronizing, "Don't hurt yourself!"

As much as you despise packing lunches for your first grader, you love getting to put cute little love notes inside, especially while he still likes that you do it. 

You envy your three year old's zeal for life, when at the dinner table/in the middle of her bath/at bedtime when she's supposed to be winding down, she spontaneously bursts out in song - with vibrato even.  (See for yourself...if you so desire.)

You can't be sure if you were the only one because you didn't look around to notice (out of sheer embarrassment), but when one of the first grade teachers read this poem out loud at your son's open house, you totally teared up.  Because being a mom means you cry all the time.  At things like this:

And for a fleeting moment you considered sharing that "little confection" of two delectable chocolate chip cookies with your first grader, but darn it, you're the one who went to the PTO meeting and open house.  You consider it a perk of being the mom.  (And they were delicious!)

Sometimes you try to be Super Mom and bring an after-school snack with you for your apparently-famished children to enjoy on the ride home.  Most of the time, however, you forget.  And every once in a while, the hunger prompts requests like "Are we going straight home to make dinner?  I don't care what we have as long as there is meat..." from your apparently-carnivorous son.

You almost cry (again, I know big surprise, right?) when you notice that your sweet little three year old has learned to write her name without any prompts or assistance, apparently signing each of her masterpieces when she finishes.

You now know that given a hefty supply of pipe cleaners, a couple strings of Mardi Gras beads, a dumb Twilight Burger King "toy" bracelet, and a few moments to play alone in his room, your six year old will end up creating this - (I'm told it's a trip wire, which, by the way, makes putting laundry away pretty darn difficult.)

Linking up to lots of other "Mom Things" here...


Kathy said...

Love it! (From a reader and not a commenter, except for today, because I expect payment. Not really.)

Denise said...

Happy 50th Mom Things. Relatively new reader here who thinks she'll spend some time reading old Mom Things. I've always been a little weepy but after my firstborn came along the tears just started flowing over everything. (Sound familiar?) Mine are grown and the tears haven't subsided yet.

Great post. Avid reader and commenter...without pay.:)

Brooke said...

OMGoodness! The video of Abby had me rolling in my seat! BTW, she's totally got the southern twang! Good on her! :)

Arizona Mamma said...

Wow! I am impressed with the name writing. Holy smokes that's good!

I am right with you on the tearing up at seemingly every little thing.

Debbie said...

Best week ever!!! And do you know how hard the other 49 were to top?

I nearly burst into pieces watching that video of Abby. You might just have the next Shirley Temple on your hands. (Was going to say Hannah Montana, but I like you too much...)

Ben, the a meat eater.
Sarah, the feet eater.

Did my poem just make you cry? C'mon... admit it. It did.

Emily said...

that video of Abby is GREAT!!!!! LOL..and she doesn't really sound like a 3 year old! I mean wow, Brooklyn sings songs about her days too, but she gets this high pitch opera like wavering voice. this age is GREAT! :)

Ali said...

Oh shopping with the kids, my son is a frequent pull up child on clothing racks, yesterday he "skinned the cat" on a rack at Target! Oh the looks I get!

Aneesa said...

LOVE it!! Abby is so cute!
OH my goodness, Caleb always eats his feet in the car, and he has an odd obessesion with shoes now, so he eats those too, and carries them around like blankies. Weird I know.

Anonymous said...

I had to tell my daughter to stop licking the coffee table. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would have to utter those words.

Danielle said...

I love these all. I have to tell my son to get his hands out of his pants all the time. And I have to tell my daughter to stop biting her toenails. ewwwww!~!!

Anonymous said...

Wonderful!! I am still laughing at Abby. She is a unique and wonderful mischief maker. Your writings are so delightful. I am sure it has nothing to do with your subject matter!!! Ha! I love you all, Anonymous Grammie

Natalie said...

Oh! I tear up on everything too! The video cracked me up!

Sherri said...

Oh, this is great...you are making ME tear up! I love how she wrote her name...so cute. And pipe cleaners used to keep mine busy for a long time!

I have many times felt the need to say something to my kids in public based on a look from a stranger, but sometimes I don't. Because they are MY kids....and yeah, they do get hurt at times! That one was funny!

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