One Step Report #49

Ouch.  It was hard to type that number.

Earlier in the year I felt excited as my report numbers got higher, feeling a little bit amazed at myself for not missing a single week. The last month or so has been different, for I feel unprepared to have the year end.  In many ways I have accomplished a lot, but there is so much more I had hoped to do in 2010.

This week’s report should really be titled “Adventures in Mothering”, for that pretty much sums things up.  Every one of my children have thrown some curve balls this week.  First came the boy who said he was sick when it was time to go to school (but who, of course, wasn’t.  How did I forget the rule we have for him that you only stay home from school if you’re running a fever or have already thrown up?).  There really isn’t a way to add up time spent holding an ornery, teething baby or the number of minutes spent in the bathroom with a charming two year old.  You’ve heard about Little Mister Mischief , who was at it again today with homemade play dough colored with red kool aid smashed into my carpet.  His generous sister, who received it at Church, didn’t think about what would happen when she shared it.  We’ve had an eight year old in almost constant emotional meltdown and a six year old in eternal whining mode.    We’ve had light bulbs smashed, a free-standing chalk board (which I love) destroyed, glass broken,  messes made, falls down stairs, fights, lost shoes, you name it.  It’s been a wild week.  I’m not even going to start on the hours of headaches brought on by my very-frustrating-right-now-but-full-of-long-term-potential-if-I-don’t-kill-him-first teenager.  (Did you like that one?)  And just in case you think I’m exaggerating, my husband will confirm the truth of the list.

I am exhausted.

And all this while I’m supposed to be getting a million things done.

The first week of December felt so full of the spirit and my heart was so optimistic for the month.  This week has squashed it somewhat.  My children have made so many withdrawals without many moments of peace and calm that I’m feeling like a well that’s gone dry.  You have NO IDEA how sincerely I am CRAVING SOME QUIET.  I’m going to find a way to make the coming week better, much better, than this has been.

And so here we are.  Because we’re traveling for Christmas, have another birthday to celebrate before we go and a wedding I’m helping with this weekend, I feel like my drop-dead day for Christmas, and even for the year, is Friday.  Many things have already been dropped from my list, but some I can’t bear to let go of yet.  Man oh man, I’ve got a lot to do!  I’m praying (quite earnestly) for children who aren’t in pain, aren’t interested in playing with powder, and who aren’t in the mood to fight.  Hmmm, I wonder what my chances are on that one.

And so here we go.  This week’s total:  101 steps recorded.  I’m not going to go back and count how many of them were cleaning up broken, stained or powder-covered things.  I’m pretty sure I’ll cry if I do.

Highlights:

1.  I’m not at all responsible for this, but my baby learned how to crawl down the stairs this week.  Hooray for her!  All too often she will follow the big kids upstairs only to have them all parade back down a few minutes later.  If no one notices she wants to come down, she simply finds things she can carry and starts dropping them from the upstairs landing down into the entry way.  The items get bigger and heavier until she gets someone’s attention.  Early in the week she found a piece of a revolver that Grandpa Harrison had engraved and given to my oldest, which she promptly dropped.  Oh, were we glad that no one was near when that one came down!  Both she and her Mommy are happy that she can now just follow the kids back down to join the party.  No more raining random items from upstairs!

2.  Somehow, in spite of moments like this, the house is relatively clean.  Because pretty much all I did this week was clean up random messes.


3.  I found some cool glass dishes at the thrift store.  I’m excited to use them, but I think I’d better quit going there, because I really don’t need any more dishes.  Even if they’re vintage, and beautiful, and super cheap.  Yep, I’d better quit.  But I did pick up another dictionary which will be put to good use.

4.  Thanks to the convenience of ebay, I was able to find a replacement Mary for this nativity .

5.  On Thursday I picked up a few hundred pounds of food and many boxes of #10 cans for a dry pack canning activity I was responsible for on Saturday morning (because December isn’t busy enough?!).  My space shuttle van was totally packed with stuff.




6.  I’ve been kind of a slacker in the breakfast department for a while, so this week I did a better job of cooking breakfasts that my family really like  (egg, ham & cheese on bagels being one of the school day favorites).

7.  This was a week when 90 percent of the things I did were addressed, not because I wanted to do them, but because it was my duty to do them.    I wanted to be working on other things, like Christmas preparations.  Because I felt so buried in daily life I battled discouragement a lot this week.  I cried a few times, and once I locked myself in my office so I wouldn’t light into a child I was pretty upset with.  But there were also many times when I blinked back the tears and went to work.  I didn’t get to anything that was important to me personally, but I kept my word and met my obligations.  At least I can feel good about that.

8.  Tonight I climbed in bed with my twelve year old (who was totally annoyed with me and not afraid to show it) and we talked. I helped her with some things and we ended up laughing really hard together.  It felt good.

And so the week is done.  I am grateful for my Heavenly Father who gave us the gift of his Son.  There might be hope for me yet, thanks to Him.

Have a great week!
Jennifer

Little Mister Mischief

He’s at it again.


This little boy has kept me busy this week with all kinds of unplanned adventures.

The short list:

He filled his big brother’s bed with baby powder “just because I thought it would be funny.”  {Since when do four year old boys play practical jokes like this????!!!!}

He poured baby powder over all the Playmobil toys “to make it look like it was snowing.”

He poured flour all over his baby sister and then over the pantry floor “so we could have a dance.”

He carried flour upstairs and poured it in the bathroom sink, then filled it with water and toys.  No reason offered by him.

Do you think we’re having a problem with powder?

He climbed into his teething, sleeping baby sister’s crib multiple times “to snuggle with her”.  No comment from Mom on the effects of a baby living on a fraction of her normal sleep.

He spent many hours following his Mom around the house, sitting solemnly in chairs because he couldn’t be trusted to play anywhere.  Just when I thought he’d learned something, he would pull another stunt.

It’s a really good thing that we love this guy so much.

HH

Christmas Decor and Children

Much as I love beautiful Christmas decorations, I strongly believe that Christmas should be a hands-on experience for children.  The last thing I want is for my children to get the message that Christmas is a “don’t touch” event.  Most Christmas celebrations center, really, in childhood and all it’s magic.

Every December I know that my Christmas tree will be un-decorated and re-decorated dozens of times.  I know I’ll find random toys in stockings and that Christmas quilts will be forever on the floor.  I know that dolls and playmobil toys will be hidden in the tree and among the gifts, that some gifts will be torn open by babies, and that generally it will be almost impossible to keep the house clean for a month.

But it’s totally worth it.  They’ll only be little for a short while and then I’ll have my perfect tree and will miss finding the ornaments in the bathroom or strewn about the house.  No one will want to use the advent calendar anymore or fight over my lap for our bedtime Christmas story.

Because I feel this way about the holiday, most of what I provide for my little ones is centered in the story of Christ’s birth.

Years ago I purchased the Little People Nativity Set from Fisher Price.
I clear off a table in the family room and set it up there for the younger crowd to play with it.  This year it has been especially popular with my one year old who climbs up on the table to sit with all the pieces.  It warms my heart to see them play with these toys with such fascination and to listen to my baby try to say the names of all the pieces.


Over the years our Mary has gone missing, but it doesn’t seem to inhibit their play at all.  As I watch moments like this unfold, I tell myself, “THIS is Christmas.”


Another purchase I made a few years ago was a rough hewn manger that stands about 18 inches high.  It is large enough for a doll.  We fill this manger with soft blankets and place it at the foot of our Christmas tree, a reminder of the true gift of Christmas.


This year I was impressed by the excitement the manger caused when I carried it upstairs.  I watched all my children gather around it excitedly as we placed the baby in it.


There was so much excitement, in fact, that I had to get out a second baby Jesus to pacify everyone.  I know the next two pictures are a bit blurry, but their sweetness induced me to include them anyway.




And so the manger sits with two babies in it this year, babies who are loved and carried around and played with dozens of times each day.


As I tried to express here , all I really want this Christmas is for our family to have experiences that draw our hearts to the Savior of the World.  Everything else I am willing to do without, if necessary, for none of it has meaning unless we’re spending time in the stable.  I hope that the time spent cuddling little dolls and playing out the manger scene with little plastic figures can help fix in the hearts of my little ones a love for the real meaning of this holiday.  I also think it’s healthy for my older children to see the little ones so captivated by the story.  We all smile with joy as the one year old runs across the room to hold “bebe seeses.”  I am grateful, once again, for little ones in my life.

Jennifer

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