Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Toilet Half FULL!


After finding my three-year-old son POST-self-given-swirly in the toilet today, I decided he is either destined to be; a brilliant scientist, a passionate environmentalist or a gifted plumber.

It all began with a darn pair of overalls.

Tiny thumbs and novice fingers have a very difficult time negotiating the complex overall button system.  By the time Judah realized he couldn’t do it, his eyes were already filling up with water from holding in the pee for too long.

“Mommmmmyyyyy!! I can’t do it!”  He lamented while wiggling all over the place to hold back the inner tide.

I quickly helped to release him from the bondage of his clothes and he was off like a racehorse to the toilet.  I awaited him to return downstairs until my internal “Judah-Bathroom-Alarm” began to flash CODE RED, CODE RED!!!


Just as I was heading up the stairs, he was heading down…his hair plastered to his head and his face and clothes dripping wet.  I FELT myself sigh before I heard my sigh out loud as I asked my dear boy, “Judah. What happened?!”

“Well, I couldn’t make it to the potty in time....an so since I never even used the wadder in the toilet, I used it to wash my hair and face.”

Lordy.

At first I wanted to get after him, after all, this isn’t the FIRST time Judah has performed the "Self Swirly".  I did instruct him on why it was wrong (um, GERMS!!) but as he raced off to play, I tried to remember how blessed I am to have an unconventional thinker!

Whatever Judah’s future destiny is, I know one thing: he may never reach his fullest potential if I don’t accept him for who he is and how he thinks: outside the box (or in this case outside the sink!).  While I plan to teach him NOT to do things that aren’t socially acceptable (or even SANITARY!), I’m going to TRY my darnedest to not cram him inside of a box God never intended him to fit into.

Scientist, environmentalist, plumber or something else entirely, God has a special plan for our kids that see the toilet bowl half full instead of half empty and see toilet water as an alternative bath as gross as that may sound!  Sometimes it drives me a little crazy but I know life would be REALLY boring without our little original thinkers!!









Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Cole's Funnies


Kids say the darnest things sometimes and our crew has said some things that have sure made our life more FUNNY!  I'll be posting a new funny thing at least every week now so keep checking back here for new "funnies" from the Cole kids!  Our children's ages are Gideon (4), Judah (3), EvaLee (2) and Gabby is almost 9 months.  Enjoy!!


 I ♥ how kid's brains work. 
Me: Jude, I'm proud of you. Do you know what that means?
Jude: IT MEANS WE'RE GOING TO MCDONALDS!!!

Me: Gid, is there anything you’d like prayer about today?
Gid: Yeah…I’ve been worried that cartoons are real and there REALLY are monsters with big, red eyes and horrible laughs.

Overheard my oldest, Gideon, advising his younger brother, Judah: “Just listen to Mommy, Judah.  Mommy is always right.”
I should have got it recorded to play back to him in 10 years!

The tub was draining today and Jude stared at it, saying, “It’s all melting!”

"It’s not working!" Gideon said out of the blue one day, his face full of great sorrow.  
"What’s that?"  I asked.  
“I’m not growing into a daddy.”  He tried to hold back the tears.  
“Well, don’t worry--you will, these things take time!  Right now, just enjoy being a kid.”  
He smiled, very relieved, “Okay!”

I was singing “Jesus Loves the Little Children” at bedtime to the kids when Gideon rolled over, a look of concern on his face, “Doesn’t he love the orange and blue kids too?”  
“Well, yeah, Gid…of course.”  
His brow furrowed, “Then how come you didn’t sing that too?”  






Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Featured At Blogs

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Mexi-Fiesta Summer Salad


Okay, I admit.  I made up this salad just to have an excuse to consume the BEST dressing EVER...

So, as an ode to Spicy Ranch by Hidden Valley, here is my fresh take on fab veggies and chicken (somewhat recipe-less so apologies if you are a cook who loves precise recipes...you will not find that in this blog!).  This "recipe" will make about enough for two large salads with leftovers!  Did I mention it's SUPER easy too!!


"The FIESTA Mix" (pictured above)
Throw together these items in a bowl:
* 1/2 cup corn (canned is good, drain first)
* 1/2 cup black beans (not drained)
* 1/4 cup (or so) chopped red peppers from jar
* 1/8 cup chopped red onion
* Splash of lime juice (to taste)
* dash of cumin powder, seasoning salt (I LOVE Tony's, my Cajun roots!!) and some dried (or even better, FRESH!) cilantro (all to your taste, start with less, you can always add more!)

The Rest of the Salad:
*1 head (give or take) of iceberg lettuce (or bag of mixed greens good too), torn into pieces
*  Cooked chicken, sliced (I had grilled some tenderloins earlier with a bit of spices on them and used those, yum!)
*1/2 cup tortilla chips, crush those babies up!!
* avocadohhh (OHH how I love thee, avocado!  I usually sprinkle a little Tony's on it to punch up the flavor), cut into medium chunks
* 1/2 cup+ of shredded cheese (mexi-mix ideal but any works)

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Simply arrange the above of a large plate, sprinkle avocado on at the end and OF COURSE, serve with a side of Spicy Ranch and ENJOY mi amigo!!  Ole!



Monday, June 6, 2011

I Was a BAD Mommy!!



I blew it.


I made a BIG deal about something so little.   My freak-out began upon the discovery of a wet pair of Batman underwear on my boy’s bedroom floor and ended with me walking out of their bedroom carrying a huge weight of "Bad Mommy" guilt-feelings.


One of the Cole kids that has been potty-trained for quite some time (names are changed to protect their future high school reputation) has been having some accidents lately.  All these accidents have one common denominator: the desire to not miss out on fun!  This sweet lil’ child feels the need to take a whiz but ignores it, usually while doing a little potty-dance, in the hopes that he won’t miss a millisecond of doing something he loves to do.  He has been waiting to the LAST possible second to make a break for the toilet only (on occasion) to not make it at all.




Thus, when the wet undies were discovered today while the boy’s favorite super-hero show was playing, I put one sheepish boy and too many silly accidents together and quickly figured out the problem.  I could have been logical, reasoning and wise, discreetly pulling aside my son to talk about the recent accidents.  But, instead, I blew it.  


<em>Batman</em> Briefs


The movie was shut off.  Hands were firmly placed on hips and one mad Momma faced off with her wide-eyed four-year-old.  The glaring and yelling that followed would have definitely disqualified me for any “Mother of the Year” contest.


Somewhere in the middle of my ridiculous rant I stopped as I realized, it wasn’t just the wet batman underwear that was pushing my button.  It was the pile of dirty dishes that never seemed to disappear, the overflowing email inbox that I rarely get to the bottom of and the stack of laundry that daily grows from a molehill to a mountain.


I shut my mouth (usually a good thing) and felt my shoulder slump as I sat on the floor next to my little guy.




“I’m sorry, bud.  We need to talk about this problem but I don’t need to yell at you.  I didn’t handle that very well…that’s not cool.  I love you.”  After I said this, scrawny little arms were thrown around my neck in under two seconds flat and I heard him whisper,


“It’s okay, Mommy!  I love you too!”


Later that evening after the kids were tucked in, I finally collapsed on our bed under the weight of the guilt.  I told my husband everything, trying to hold back my tears at the memory of my foolish impatience and poor response to a little boy’s accident.  Just sharing it with my man seemed to help me to breath again but I still felt such shame until Bob looked me in the eyes and said this, 


“Honey, it’s not IF we mess up as parents, it’s WHEN.  When it happens, how do you handle it?  You handled it well…you apologized and were humble.  Kids need to see that, that was good.  You’re a good Mom.”




His words brought things into perspective: I don’t do this parenting thing perfectly.  Heck, I mess up A LOT…most of the time, I’m winging it and making it up as I go along!  But it’s a relief to know that when I mess up, when I blow it and have a “bad Mommy moment” the best thing I can do is eat some humble pie.  I can show my kids that we can try again WHEN (not IF) we blow it.  


Dirty dishes, overflowing inboxes, mountain of laundry and wet Batman underwear can’t change this one thing: I love my kids and (by God’s grace!) they love me and we’re going to keep growing together.






Sunday, June 5, 2011

A Carnival Story

The carnival came to town the weekend of my hubby's birthday and I thought: PERFECT!  I haven't been to the carnival without strollers, kids and sippy-cups in tow since I was sixteen.  We met up with some good friends and had a blast...


Tickets stuffed in our pockets, ready for the ferris wheel!




Hitting up the climbing wall...



Am I really ready for the twisting, upside-down, spinning ride after our nice dinner on the town?  Well....I definitely had memories of that dinner.


My sweetie won a goldfish for our kids and my girlfriend and I scored some lightsabers for the boys at the balloon-dart game!  Couldn't wait to get home to give the kids our winnings!



The kids LOVED the lightsabers...


...AND the fish that was affectionately named "Shark-bait" (although my four-year-old nicknamed him "Anikan Skywalker").  EvaLee was fascinated...



It's with much sorrow we must say that "Shark-bait" went belly-up the next morning and all gathered for his funeral at the Cole Family Toilet.

The carnival for Bob's Birthday Celebration was great memories for all!


Thursday, June 2, 2011

28 Days of Promise and Props (Happy Birthday, Honey!!)



The one I chose to be with forever is turning 28 years old today!  To celebrate the fact that I robbed the cradle (I’m already in my “thirties”!!) and to do something special, I’m surprising him with this blog post.  In typical-Tara-fashion, I’m running a little LATE!


The day “June 2nd” loomed bigger and BIGGER each day when I glanced at our calendar, Bob’s birthday is coming and I have no idea what to buy him!  I thought.  Another weed whacker?  No, if I buy him another that he may jinx with his “special touch”, people will start touring our yard thinking we have a Week Whacker Museum out back.  Maybe a new knife?  Nah, he’s got enough to make a Knife Museum too!  More socks?  A new wallet?  Lifetime supply of Mt. Dew?  All of these ideas just seemed to be lacking one important thing…my heart.


So, here it is: 28 Days of Promises and Props! Each day (starting on your birthday, dear) I’m sharing something I love about you (a prop) or a “promise of the day”. Of course, there must be some kind of consequence that can be given if I DON’T do it (all’s fair in love and war, right?), so…with GREAT pain I agree to allow you to give me 28 pinches if I don't keep the promise of the day (my HUGE pet peeve!!).  Now, so help me God, here they are….(p.s. feel free to print this off and tape it to my forehead so I don't forget).




BIRTHDAY DAY (Day 1): I promise to not nag you.  Ignoring the unfinished trim in the bathroom, the hole in the siding out front and other various chores that sometimes make me wonder what happened to the Bob the Builder side of you, I hereby do swear to SHUT MY MOUTH.   Just for one day though, God’s mercies and my “reminders” (I.e., nagging) are fresh every morning!!


Day 2:  I love the way your whiskers tickle my face and wake me up every morning when you kiss me goodbye before leaving for work.


Day 3:  I promise to say ONLY sweet and positive words.  Did you just pass out in shock?!


Day 4:  I love the way you laugh at yourself!


Day 5:  You can be an HOUR late for dinner and I promise I won’t be waiting for you with my “glare-stare”.  Won't you miss it though?!


Day 6:  I love that we annoy each other sometimes but wouldn’t have it any other way!!


Day 7:  I promise to kiss you like I did when we were dating…no matter how many little monkeys are jumping around us.




Day 8:  I love the sound of your voice when I pick up the phone, it’s an oasis of comfort and joy in hectic days.


Day 9:  I promise you can pick ANYTHING you want for dinner (yes, even that tuna-macaroni stuff I hate making) and I WILL MAKE IT!


Day 10:  I love the way our daughter’s tiny hand grips your finger when she walks next to you.


Day 11:  I promise to watch your favorite sports/TV show/etc. with you and ENJOY it (or at least pretend to!).


Day 12:  I love the way you don’t try to solve my problems and just LISTEN (or maybe you just figured out by now solving them all just aint happening!)


Day 13:  I promise you a FREE NIGHT!  Go party with the boys (your friends or our boys!) and LIVE it up, my man!!




Day 14:  I love the way you become a wrestling mat after dinner every night for our three rambunctious little wrestlers to jump on, climb over and smother with laughter and tickles!


Day 15:  I promise to move the seat back today (see "Pet Peeve Showdown" )


Day 16:  I love the sound of your breathing (SNORING!) while you sleep next to me (this is more of a self-brainwashing-technique I’m trying!)


Day 17:  I promise to go to bed by 11 p.m. tonight so that I won’t be crabby the next day, that’s a treat, right?!


Day 18:  I love your smile.


Day 19:  I promise to NOT “organize” your side of the room today (translation: I won’t put all your stuff where you can’t find it when you need it).


Day 20:  I love that you still pursue me (thank you).




Day 21:  I promise to find a babysitter for a date night of YOUR choice (fishing, shooting, golf…I’m serious!).


Day 22:  I love that your black socks leave little lint balls all over our bedroom's crème colored carpet (see above for “self-brainwashing-technique”!!)


Day 23:  I promise to be ON TIME FOR CHURCH this Sunday.  Do you need a paper bag to hyperventilate into right now!?


Day 24:  I love that you sing our children to sleep (your singing has that effect on people…ha ha!).


Day 25:  I promise to bring your fave McD’s lunch order to your work today.


Day 26:  I love your strong but gentle ways with our family.


Day 27:  I promise to keep promising and trying to love you the best that I can because, gosh darn it, you deserve it!!


Day 28:  I love you!  Happy 28th Birthday, Bobby!!