Talk Talk

We are so excited as the boy's language continues to develop. This week's milestone: ending consonant sounds! He says UP! And CUP! With the /p/ sound at the end. No more uh- and cu-. Very exciting.

He's also discovering the power of language. He pats the floor beside his racetrack and says, "play." I do it. He pats the couch and says, "cow". I sit. He pulls my hand to the fridge and says, "joo". I get him a drink. "wa-wer". I get him another drink. "hoot-sna". I open a package of fruit snacks. This new found skill has him giddy with power.

Then there's my daughter. Who NEVER stops talking. I shouldn't say never, because at this very minute she's watching Mickey Mouse and not talking. But in her presence, with no distractions, the girl shares out loud every thought that enters her head.

The frustrating part for me is that I get frustrated. And sometimes shoosh her. I shouldn't shoosh her. But sometimes a mama just needs a moment's peace. Her little face droops when I tell her this. When I tell her that her mom needs a minute of quiet and to go play. It's a new phenomenon. Me, being annoyed with her. I feel so guilty.

I figure it's a normal growing pain. She's also found the power of words. I've listened to every word she's said for four and a half years. I'm sure we'll figure it out.

Her Version

My little girl was doing a little reading this morning.
She opened her kids' Bible to one of her very favorite pages.

There was a flood, so Noah built an ark.
They were on the boat for fifty
days and fifty nights.
Noah sent an eagle to find dry land. It came back,
it did not find dry land. Noah sent the eagle out
again. It did not come back. It found a tree and
made a home. Noah knew the flood was over.

By the way, why is it that although we drag our kids out of bed at 6:00 five days a week, today they were up and ready to party at 6:05? Why, why, why???

More on Money

Part one is just below...

I forgot to mention.
The envelope system.

I have tried this so many times and have never made it work. Then bought this book. Now it works.

Here's the trick:
You plan for every penny coming in. Every penny gets a category. Things that you only pay for a few times a year get added up to an annual total and divided by 12 months. Every month we are adding to the vet envelope, the car licensing envelope, the clothing envelope, the vacation envelope. The list goes on...and on.
The idea being that when the time comes to pay for whatever it is, say our car licensing in March, that the money is there. It's brilliant! I always just left money in the account, sort of a cushion of unaccounted for money. But instead of letting it pile up in the account to pay for needed periodic expenses, I bought things like pants. Now there's an envelope for those pants.

I hope this makes sense. It really does work. I'm loving it.
We put the few big envelopes (car licensing, vacation, furniture, household repairs, car repairs) in a lock box elsewhere. Then I have budget folder in my desk by the computer that holds the envelopes for frequent expenses, such as groceries, spending, etc. For fun, the entertainment and restaurant envelopes are in the cookie jar. For no reason other than I wanted something to go in that cute cookie jar!

So that's what's working for us.
Does it take some extra time and a lot of extra math? YES.
Is it worth it? So far, absolutely.

Curing Stuffitis

I'm a few weeks into the shopping embargo. I'm not going to lie, there have been some tough moments. The sales! Oh my, the sales. I hadn't anticipated skipping all of the winter sales.

The main difference I've noticed since starting this is that I just don't go to the store, at all. I've gone once to one of the big discount stores, when I needed diapers. Otherwise, I just stick to my neighborhood grocery store.

We've been trying to change our budget a lot and have gone to all cash for our expenses (aside from the monthly bills, obviously). So I've got an envelope system going, which has worked great this month. The Hubs and I have committed to doing that for a year, to see if it helps us in our goal of paying off some of our debts (we'll be paying student loans until our kids are ready to go to college!).

So far, so good. I wish I had some huge revelation to share. It's just been a pretty organic experience. Aside from missing a few bargains, it hasn't been a huge change. No new gadgets, no new toys. I think we'll probably even extend it past the March 1 deadline!

On Writing

I struggle back and forth (with myself) about blogging about my family. It doesn't bother ME, but would it bother them. I obviously don't use my hubby's name, I wanted to keep it anon. since he's more well known in our community. Why it didn't occur to me to protect the identities of myself and my kids, I'm not sure. Or maybe I am.

I don't think about anonymity. I don't crave it, nor do I intentionally seek attention.


When I think about my own childhood, it would be pretty cool to have an online record of my mom's thoughts and feelings. What she went through when she was rearing us. I can hear her now, telling us how dorky she thinks her writing was. She did write in our baby books, but a blog is so much more.

I picture my kids as teenagers, telling me to cut it out. And I would, if they asked. I picture my kids as adults, asking what I was thinking when I dressed them this way or said that about them. I picture them as part of a huge new generation of people whose parents all kept track of the minutiae of their childhoods. Everybody will have a childhood blog. They'll all have their own blogs. Or not.

Either way, I'll keep writing. I enjoy it so much. I see it as a fun way to remember some of the smaller things that go on in our day to day life. A place that stores our small history together. It's safe to me. I like it here.

For now, it will continue.

The Puppet Master

Last night we went out to eat as a family before heading to get some groceries. We went out at actual supper time, not at our usual before-the-dinner-rush-dinner. It felt so fun to be in a restaurant with other people. It was bustling and our kids actually didn't ruin the fun with any major tantrums, etc. Of course they were both a huge mess, but that's okay.

So we're leaving the restaurant and I'm chatting with the Hubs. Our daughter has this nasty habit of busting in on our conversations, asking for details. I gently reminded her that it was between dad and me.

"Mom, you forget that I just need to know everything. And everybody, everybody (!), needs to obey what's in my head. . . except God. But everyone else needs to listen and obey everything that's in my head."

Got that?

Choked Up

A trip back to my hometown for the first time in four months, coupled with a hometown benefit for my nephew, has left me all emotional and tired. Weepy and worn.

I'd love to write about small towns and my hometown and the beauty of living in one where you've lived your whole life (which I did not do, but my brother and his wife have done). I'd love to write about my dad's boss, who's a notorious tight you-know-what, who gave a tremendous show of support today that left my dad in tears. I'd love to write about standing in an old gym, watching the line of people, all there to support the family you love so much. And my mom, who didn't come so she could sit with my nephew, who's in isolation. And how everyone asked about her and were so proud of how much support one woman can provide. A true Matriarch. About how a hug from an old friend left us both in a puddle of tears. How life can be cruel and beautiful all at the same time.

About how one little boy can bring a town full of people to their knees. Praying that he'll be okay. Knowing that he will. I'd also write about how much my nephew kicks ass. How cool he is. How beautiful.

I'd write about it all, if there were words.

I'll be back.
Just need a few.