"I love him and he could stay with us all night or into next week. What a darling boy. He's so well behaved and my baby just loves him. He was so cute with him. Carrying him around. What a sweet boy. He is just so cute. Very good looking. And manners? Please, he did better than my own children. I don't know what you were worried about."
Exact words from a mom and friend of mine that had Alex over last night for a late over. I was a little nervous as he'd never been to this friends house and although they're school mates, he lives about 2o minutes away so Alex couldn't just come home if he needed to. I know the mom super well and had shared my concerns when we set up this play date. She called last night while her husband was bringing him home to report. It was her son's birthday weekend and he could invite ONE friend over for dinner and playing and get a bigger birthday present OR he could have a party with many friends. He elected the one friend deal and chose Alex!
I don't know why I worry either. He is a good boy. He tries very hard. In fact when asked what he'd like to drink he told them Sprite he can't have Dr. Pepper. (What a good boy!) They had pizza and soda pop and played and played. He did ask to go home a little early complaining of being tired but secretly I think he was just ready to come home as he didn't appear tired at all or want to go to bed once he got home. He likes being home just like I like having him home. Having him gone is sort of like when you leave your baby with a sitter for the first time. You just wonder if he's okay, what he's doing and you realize just how much he fills up your life. I remember when James and I would finally slip away on a date when our kids were younger and all we'd do is talk about them!
When Alex came home he announced that "Chandlers baby brother love me!" the minute he walked in and he was so pleased with himself. He is very good with little kids. And he had so much fun. Yes, I worry all too much.
Today we spent the morning weeding and planting flowers as family. (Could you hear the groans coming from the Richhart home this morning?) Then James and I rushed to pick up our co-opp produce basket and the kids dispersed to friends and work and to take naps in the trailer. Anywhere were they would not be found by their parents in the event we got another brilliant idea to WORK as a family.
Alex came in later all red faced with his bike helmet on, rushing through the house. "Alex where are you going?" "I getting fishing pole. Me and Rylee fishing." We live very close to the Jordan River and he has been bugging James to take him fishing. James told him to go throw his pole in the river. I guess he and Rylee were on a bike ride and the decided to do just that.
He received his own pole from Devree from Christmas but Rylee doesn't have a pole so he was rummaging through the wood shed to find her a pole and get them both rigged. I was of no help. I finally took the tackle box in and asked James what hook? (He was in having a serious guy talk with Austin. Ahh the joys of teenage boys!) James had Alex bring the poles in the house and helped him rig them. He planned to send them off then thought he should go too-just to make sure they know how to cast and where to go. He said he'd be right back-as he does not have a license. That was 45 minutes ago. I hope he doesn't get caught without a license. The joys of men & boys and fishing!
Tomorrow is Mothers Day. Good luck everyone. Mothers day can be disheartening. I know I feel inadequate when I hear and or read about all wonderful, fabulous, extraordinary mothers doing incredible, selfless, fabulous things. Super hero mothers. How about the mother that had a son born without ears and later in life someone donated him ears. All his life he wondered why is mom had ugly long hair around her face. He was so embarrassed of her and her appearance, Then when she was on her death bed he found out she wore her hair that way to cover her lack of ears that she donated to him? Could this be true? I don't know. Stories like that. I don't think that's happy and uplifting.
I want to hear stories about mom's that don't always successfully juggle their schedules, are OCD about their children wearing matching clothes, combing their hair and bathing daily. Moms that worry, and hate to play Candy Land and don't know how to turn on the Wii. Mom's that sing silly songs when she doesn't have the words to cheer up or comfort a sad or grumpy child. (Even when the singing just make the grumpy child grumpier!) I want to hear that these children LOVE and appreciate their mom-even though she gives them a curfew, makes them eat veggies, lectures repeatedly, won't let them swear or say words like sucks, pissed and butt face. I want to hear that these kids turn out successful, happy, loving and have great memories of growing up with a mom that was spread thin, sometimes complained, often times yelled and loved them everyday. Just ordinary moms, doing ordinary things with ordinary-all be it cute and incredibly funny kids. That's what I want to hear about. Successful happy stories about mom's that are more like me and less like Wonder Woman!
Exact words from a mom and friend of mine that had Alex over last night for a late over. I was a little nervous as he'd never been to this friends house and although they're school mates, he lives about 2o minutes away so Alex couldn't just come home if he needed to. I know the mom super well and had shared my concerns when we set up this play date. She called last night while her husband was bringing him home to report. It was her son's birthday weekend and he could invite ONE friend over for dinner and playing and get a bigger birthday present OR he could have a party with many friends. He elected the one friend deal and chose Alex!
I don't know why I worry either. He is a good boy. He tries very hard. In fact when asked what he'd like to drink he told them Sprite he can't have Dr. Pepper. (What a good boy!) They had pizza and soda pop and played and played. He did ask to go home a little early complaining of being tired but secretly I think he was just ready to come home as he didn't appear tired at all or want to go to bed once he got home. He likes being home just like I like having him home. Having him gone is sort of like when you leave your baby with a sitter for the first time. You just wonder if he's okay, what he's doing and you realize just how much he fills up your life. I remember when James and I would finally slip away on a date when our kids were younger and all we'd do is talk about them!
When Alex came home he announced that "Chandlers baby brother love me!" the minute he walked in and he was so pleased with himself. He is very good with little kids. And he had so much fun. Yes, I worry all too much.
Today we spent the morning weeding and planting flowers as family. (Could you hear the groans coming from the Richhart home this morning?) Then James and I rushed to pick up our co-opp produce basket and the kids dispersed to friends and work and to take naps in the trailer. Anywhere were they would not be found by their parents in the event we got another brilliant idea to WORK as a family.
Alex came in later all red faced with his bike helmet on, rushing through the house. "Alex where are you going?" "I getting fishing pole. Me and Rylee fishing." We live very close to the Jordan River and he has been bugging James to take him fishing. James told him to go throw his pole in the river. I guess he and Rylee were on a bike ride and the decided to do just that.
He received his own pole from Devree from Christmas but Rylee doesn't have a pole so he was rummaging through the wood shed to find her a pole and get them both rigged. I was of no help. I finally took the tackle box in and asked James what hook? (He was in having a serious guy talk with Austin. Ahh the joys of teenage boys!) James had Alex bring the poles in the house and helped him rig them. He planned to send them off then thought he should go too-just to make sure they know how to cast and where to go. He said he'd be right back-as he does not have a license. That was 45 minutes ago. I hope he doesn't get caught without a license. The joys of men & boys and fishing!
Tomorrow is Mothers Day. Good luck everyone. Mothers day can be disheartening. I know I feel inadequate when I hear and or read about all wonderful, fabulous, extraordinary mothers doing incredible, selfless, fabulous things. Super hero mothers. How about the mother that had a son born without ears and later in life someone donated him ears. All his life he wondered why is mom had ugly long hair around her face. He was so embarrassed of her and her appearance, Then when she was on her death bed he found out she wore her hair that way to cover her lack of ears that she donated to him? Could this be true? I don't know. Stories like that. I don't think that's happy and uplifting.
I want to hear stories about mom's that don't always successfully juggle their schedules, are OCD about their children wearing matching clothes, combing their hair and bathing daily. Moms that worry, and hate to play Candy Land and don't know how to turn on the Wii. Mom's that sing silly songs when she doesn't have the words to cheer up or comfort a sad or grumpy child. (Even when the singing just make the grumpy child grumpier!) I want to hear that these children LOVE and appreciate their mom-even though she gives them a curfew, makes them eat veggies, lectures repeatedly, won't let them swear or say words like sucks, pissed and butt face. I want to hear that these kids turn out successful, happy, loving and have great memories of growing up with a mom that was spread thin, sometimes complained, often times yelled and loved them everyday. Just ordinary moms, doing ordinary things with ordinary-all be it cute and incredibly funny kids. That's what I want to hear about. Successful happy stories about mom's that are more like me and less like Wonder Woman!
2 of my blog friends said something...:
Wendy, I love your blog. One day your family will have VOLUMES of memories and laughs to read after you have departed this world. I wanted to ask you about the "Produce club" or whatever it is you wrote about a while ago. How does it work, and can I join?
I am glad to hear Alex is doing so well. I haven't seen him for awhile. I miss the kid.
Post a Comment