Five Things to teach your child

There are so many things, as parents, we want our kids to know before they start school. I’ve stressed over whether or not AH knows her colors, letters, numbers, etc.

But now, being a teacher, I have a new perspective.

So I’ve come up with a list of things I want AH to know before she starts kindergarten.

Top 5 Things to teach your child before starting kindergarten:

5. Boogers are not an afternoon snack. Or breakfast. Or any other time of day snack. For the most part AH doesn’t but I have caught her on occasion taste testing. (Gag.)

4. Wash your hands…don’t wipe them on your clothes. This is obvious in terms of keeping germ spreading to a minimum. But what I didn’t think of, as a parent, is how much gets on kids’ hands while at school. Paint, glue, markers, etc. All can get on clothes and ruin them if hands are wiped instead of washed.

3. Private parts are private. This is self explanatory. However, if your kid is like mine and prefers to hang out in his/her undies all day, you might want to ensure your child knows that home is the only place they can lounge like that.

2. How to tie their own shoes. If I had a quarter for every time I tied shoelaces during day, I might double my salary. This is going to be a challenge for AH. Mainly because most of her shoes don’t even have laces.

And the number one thing to teach your child before they go to kindergarten…
*drum roll*

1. Bathroom Do’s & Don’ts - For instance: Don’t potty anywhere but the toilet (aka don’t write your name on the wall with urine). Do pull your pants up before exiting the bathroom (see number 3). And Do wipe yourself. If you don’t teach your child to take care of this on their own, trust me, they will ask teacher to do it for them. And when the teacher kindly declines, they may even ask to call you to come do it for them. True story.

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Eggs are gone…finally

It’s now nearly a week since Easter and I’ve finally put away the plastic eggs(we reuse them) and tossed the rest of the candy (AH doesn’t need it and I can’t taste it anyway). However, she did ask me where it all went. I told her we had to put it all away to get ready for next year. I think she was under the impression that her Easter loot would be a permanent fixture in our home. She wanted to hide the eggs again.

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Do you see what I see?

My husband, who makes duck calls, ordered a piece of wood for a customer’s call. When he opened it, I saw this…

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Do you see it? On the lower half, there is a strong resemblance to our pug, Dash. Crazy.
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Cheetos and Coffee

When you’re an adult and you are set to have your tonsils out, you hear all sorts of things about what to expect.

Pain.
A liquid diet.
Minimum two weeks healing time.
Pain.
Lots of sleep.
Scabby throat (Yes, this. Gross!).
Pain.
Swelling.

Oh, did I mention pain?

My recovery was awful. I mean, BAD.
I was in lots of pain (understatement), starving and the pain meds made me nauseous. I can’t think of many things worse than having an incredible urge to puke while you have massive open wounds in your throat.

I expected to be completely miserable (Note: The level of actual pain far surpasses that of the rumored pain you hear about prior to surgery).

What I didn’t expect is to lose my sense of taste.

It’s not like its completely gone, but for the most part, everything tastes really different.
There is a faint lingering taste of metal in my mouth half the time and the majority of food flavors are dulled.

After about a month of this, I did what any normal person would do. I googled it. Because that’s where you go when you want to find the most reliable and accurate medical information (sarcasm). Apparently, this loss of taste is not unusual. There have been cases where people completely and permanently lose their sense of taste (what?!!). For the most part, the consensus of what I read is that it is temporary (whew.).

There are some foods that I can taste fully, like salad, coffee, butter & Cheetos. You know, the major food groups.

Hopefully, by Thanksgiving my taste buds will be back to normal. If not, I’ll be the one bringing my own meal of coffee and Cheetos to the family feast.
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B is for Baseball Season

Here in the coastal region of Texas, Spring is in full force.

The increasing temperatures.
The seasonal allergies.
The humidity.

But with all that, Spring time brings with it Baseball Season.

The smell of peanuts and popcorn.
The crack of a wooden bat against leather and cork.
The roar of the crowd.

And for the first time in a few years, Spring also means little league baseball. JD used to play, but its been a while, so I was excited when we signed AH up to play tee ball.

It’s adorable seeing all the little ones in their uniforms running around. AH is so tiny that a youth small jersey and a youth extra-extra small pair of pants still swallow her. Not to mention her cap that still hangs in her eyes after tightening the back all the way.

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It’s fun to watch her face light up when she hits the ball off the tee. It’s even more fun to watch her (after being told, “Run! Run!”) dart forward, across the pitcher’s mound, and run directly to second base. Who needs first base anyway?

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It’s going to be a very entertaining season.

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Happy blogging,
Adrian

A is for amazing love

It is Easter and the meaning of this holiday isn’t something that is new to me.
But I keep thinking about what it was Jesus actually went through. The fact that he knew he was going to die. As a human man, He must have been so scared and yet he remained faithful to God. How many times do I become overwhelmed with fear and forget to turn to Him for help? Or how many times has something I’m going through seem too overwhelming, too painful that I lash out in anger or frustration rather than finding comfort in Him?

I think about the mental picture that comes with what Christ went through. The anticipation of what he knew were to be His last moments.
The humiliation.
The torn flesh.
The pain. Unimaginable pain.

All of that for us. I think of my children and ask myself, “How amazing is a God who could give up his child to save mankind?” I find myself in awe that God was willing to do for me what I, admittedly, would never do for anyone else. Because I look at my kids and I know. I know I could never make that sacrifice. I could not willingly let anyone hurt my child just so screw-ups wouldn’t get what they truly deserved anyway. And then I think, why in the world would someone ever do that for me, (a lowly screw-up)? As much as we hate to admit it, we’re all deserving of the consequences brought on by how we live our lives. But that’s what makes God’s love amazing.

Today, Easter Sunday, we are reminded that we get a second chance. Redemption. Not because we deserve it, but because it was so graciously given to us by a God who loves beyond comprehension.

Happy Easter,
Adrian

You had me at chocolate covered bacon

Here in Smalltown, Texas, this time of year is dubbed “rodeo time” due to the fact that the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo is going on.

This means great music, carnival rides, livestock, the smell of manure and of course, off the wall foods (many of which are deep fried).

LD’s big Christmas wish this past year was rodeo tickets to see Demi Lovato and Austin Mahone. So, on Sunday LD and I, with two of her friends, were Houston bound.

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After the concert we hit the midway up for rides and food. While in an insanely long line for a funnel cake, I noticed there was a sign that said, “Chocolate covered bacon!”

My night was instantly made.

I had never tried it but I figured pairing two of my most celebrated foods can’t be wrong. I eagerly waited in line for about 6 hours 20 minutes and spent half of my 401k $8 on this delicacy. And I would gladly do it again.

It was delicious. The perfect salty/sweet combo. The only thing that would have made this snack heavenly was if it had been hot. The bacon had to be chilled so the chocolate would stick but I think hot, crispy bacon with a side of chocolate dip would be magical.

Also? While I was on a roll trying new foods, I tried a red velvet funnel cake. I’m not entirely convinced that it wasn’t just a regular funnel cake with red food coloring but, whatev, it still tasted great.

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But back to the choco-bacon…
Don’t knock it ’til you try it.

If loving chocolate covered bacon is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

The difference 3 years can make

I was looking through pictures the other day and I came across these two pictures. Every year I get a picture of the kids together in their Christmas pajamas. The left is from 2009 and the other from this past Christmas.

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It’s crazy to think they have changed so much in what seems like the blink of an eye. But it’s been three years since the picture on the left was taken. Three years since AH’s first Christmas. Three years since LD wasn’t a teenager yet. And three years since JD was still a good bit shorter than I am.

AH is now almost 4 and before I know it will be in Kindergarten. LD is now 14 and almost in high school (WHAT?!!). And JD is almost 12 and it won’t be long before he is taller than I am.

Can we just freeze time for little while?
Crap. I’m getting old.

Wise words

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What I love most about this is when I read it, I hear my mother’s voice in my head. It’s a bit of advice she gave countless times when I was growing up (along with “You’ve got to stand for something or you’ll fall for anything”). And it’s something she has never been afraid to live by; leading by example.

Happy Wednesday,
Adrian

Metaphor for motherhood

Every night, before bed, I read AH a story. Lately, her evening selection has been her (and my) longtime favorite, Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. Every time I read it to her, I can hardly make it through without teary eyes and shaky voice as I read the final words to this metaphor for motherhood.

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I’m linking up with Momma To 4 Blessings this Wednesday! Click here to check her blog out or find other great blogs to follow.

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Happy Somewhat Wordless Wednesday,
Adrian