On January 4th, 2010, a note was left on my pillow from my dearest 7-year old.
After a night of much bickering back and forth between the two of us, I had finally had enough. I told him he needed to go to his room. He declined. I then made it known that declining an invitation to go to your room from your mom was unacceptable and that he needed to head that way speedy quick. He again declined. I took away the his privileges for the Wii. Anger. Tears. Apologies. Unfortunately, all too late.
The sentence stood..."to your room!"
When Kev headed upstairs to release the prisoner, he found the note. It read,
"Mom I cant do this but its the only way"
It's official...I had been served Koby's first runaway note. I smiled because I am sure there will be many more of these notes to come in the future.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
another conversation with ky
"Mom, I accidentally peed in my pants", says Ky.
"No you didn't?!?"
"Yes I did."
I feel his pants. Yup. Sure enough. Slightly wet. Ugh!
"....and my foo-foo (aka pacifier) fell in the potty too!" he says as he continues to suck on it without missing a beat.
I am now wondering just how much damage is caused by ingesting urine from a pacifier.
Yes, this is my life. And yes, this is why my sanity is fleeting.
God bless Ky...urine mouth and all!
"No you didn't?!?"
"Yes I did."
I feel his pants. Yup. Sure enough. Slightly wet. Ugh!
"....and my foo-foo (aka pacifier) fell in the potty too!" he says as he continues to suck on it without missing a beat.
I am now wondering just how much damage is caused by ingesting urine from a pacifier.
Yes, this is my life. And yes, this is why my sanity is fleeting.
God bless Ky...urine mouth and all!
Friday, November 13, 2009
in memory
We found out this morning that my Grandma Woodstra passed away in her sleep last night. While death is never easy, I am able to find comfort in the fact that she was blessed with 93 years of life. A life that was full. Full of love, health, family, friends, smiles, tears, and laughter. A life blessed with an adoring husband, two sons, 5 grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren. A life ending here on Earth only to begin again in the arms of Jesus. I smile when I think that she can now reunite with my Grandpa who passed back in 1991. This is my comfort.
So as I sit, I remember. I am thankful to have such great memories. I am thankful that as the tears fall, a smile is quick to follow as I recall so many wonderful things about her. After all, that is what this is all about in the end. The memories, the love, the thoughts we can hold on to after our loved ones have gone. Here are just a few:
* "Who da comin?" our greeting as we made our way to her door
* Parmesan goldfish crackers
* Her stirrup pants
* xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo on the bottom of every birthday card
* a bright red or pink lipstick kiss on the envelope of every birthday card
* Sunday dinners - potroast, mashed potatoes, beans (slightly burnt), cauliflower with cheese, rolls and salad.
* M & M's when you walked in the door
* Her stories
- "Donnie and Dickie" stories
- stories about how her and my Grandpa met and their courtship
- the story of her severe sunburn as a child
- stories about her father who was a butcher
- the "No. No Dickie. No pecan roll" story
- the story of watching her boys wrestle and saying, "Donnie, one day he will be bigger than you" and her looking in, turning and walking away as that "one day" did come and Dickie took on his big brother. (and oh, can I understand this one!)
* Her fear of cats and later love for them (most likely due to the fact that she forgot just how much she disliked them :)
* Her sit down chat with me in 5th grade regarding my over use of hairspray
* Whiskey and Diet Coke...a little less Diet and a little more whiskey
* Her ability to make a lasting impression with each person she met
* Her love for Days of Our Lives
* Her singing
* Her ability to make her dentures fall down at random moments to scare the living daylight out of her grandchildren, especially myself. And her persistence to keep doing it once she realized how much it terrified me.
* Her ability to joke and roll with the punches (raising two boys myself I realize this becomes a mode of survival)
* Her love for shoes. She wore heels well into her 80's
* Her love of style. No granny clothes for her!
* Her hot fudge sundaes
* The way she grocery shopped. Up and down every aisle...no matter what and never hurried.
* How no matter what, she always managed to make too much food. It's a Woodstra thing. Better to have too much than not enough.
and finally, the way she would hold her grandchildren and later her great-grandchildren on her lap and run her hands down our cheeks or the tops of our hands to feel the softness of young skin. She would hold out her own hand, aged, full of sun spots, wrinkles, veins and compare her hand to ours. Hers a symbol of a life 93years long, full of love and memories all her own.
We love you!
-
So as I sit, I remember. I am thankful to have such great memories. I am thankful that as the tears fall, a smile is quick to follow as I recall so many wonderful things about her. After all, that is what this is all about in the end. The memories, the love, the thoughts we can hold on to after our loved ones have gone. Here are just a few:
* "Who da comin?" our greeting as we made our way to her door
* Parmesan goldfish crackers
* Her stirrup pants
* xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo on the bottom of every birthday card
* a bright red or pink lipstick kiss on the envelope of every birthday card
* Sunday dinners - potroast, mashed potatoes, beans (slightly burnt), cauliflower with cheese, rolls and salad.
* M & M's when you walked in the door
* Her stories
- "Donnie and Dickie" stories
- stories about how her and my Grandpa met and their courtship
- the story of her severe sunburn as a child
- stories about her father who was a butcher
- the "No. No Dickie. No pecan roll" story
- the story of watching her boys wrestle and saying, "Donnie, one day he will be bigger than you" and her looking in, turning and walking away as that "one day" did come and Dickie took on his big brother. (and oh, can I understand this one!)
* Her fear of cats and later love for them (most likely due to the fact that she forgot just how much she disliked them :)
* Her sit down chat with me in 5th grade regarding my over use of hairspray
* Whiskey and Diet Coke...a little less Diet and a little more whiskey
* Her ability to make a lasting impression with each person she met
* Her love for Days of Our Lives
* Her singing
* Her ability to make her dentures fall down at random moments to scare the living daylight out of her grandchildren, especially myself. And her persistence to keep doing it once she realized how much it terrified me.
* Her ability to joke and roll with the punches (raising two boys myself I realize this becomes a mode of survival)
* Her love for shoes. She wore heels well into her 80's
* Her love of style. No granny clothes for her!
* Her hot fudge sundaes
* The way she grocery shopped. Up and down every aisle...no matter what and never hurried.
* How no matter what, she always managed to make too much food. It's a Woodstra thing. Better to have too much than not enough.
and finally, the way she would hold her grandchildren and later her great-grandchildren on her lap and run her hands down our cheeks or the tops of our hands to feel the softness of young skin. She would hold out her own hand, aged, full of sun spots, wrinkles, veins and compare her hand to ours. Hers a symbol of a life 93years long, full of love and memories all her own.
We love you!
-
Thursday, November 12, 2009
miracles
I got a call after lunch from Koby's school saying his was in the office with a headache and wanted to come home. Ky and I picked him up around 12:30 and by 1:00 he was running around the house, swinging a light saber, eating candy and wanting to play outside. I should note that no medicine was ever administered for the headache. He simply had a glass of water when he got home. Miraculous!
In my attempt to make this "sick" time not so fun, I told him that since he left school early, we needed to to homework. So we read and he prepared what he needed to for tomorrow.
As he worked I said to him, "I really wish you would not have called me to pick you up if you were really feeling okay."
"Mom, I really was sick. Something just happened and now I am better."
Then he turned his head to me and in his 6 year old tone (those of you with 6 year olds know exactly what I am talking about) said, "Well maybe it is because I prayed about it!"
Well...there you go. It really was a miracle.
And just for the record, my attempts have worked. It is now only 1:55 and he already wants me to bring him back to school.
In my attempt to make this "sick" time not so fun, I told him that since he left school early, we needed to to homework. So we read and he prepared what he needed to for tomorrow.
As he worked I said to him, "I really wish you would not have called me to pick you up if you were really feeling okay."
"Mom, I really was sick. Something just happened and now I am better."
Then he turned his head to me and in his 6 year old tone (those of you with 6 year olds know exactly what I am talking about) said, "Well maybe it is because I prayed about it!"
Well...there you go. It really was a miracle.
And just for the record, my attempts have worked. It is now only 1:55 and he already wants me to bring him back to school.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
democracy at its finest this veterans day
When Koby got home from school today he wanted to play with his friend Michael. Before he could play he needed to do his reading homework and then practice this weeks spelling words. So he went to work...
After his work was completed, he gave Michael a call. After much banter back and forth as to where exactly they would play and just what exactly they would play, they did as all fine Americans would and put democracy to the test ...ROCK, SCISSORS, PAPER while on speaker phone.
Koby won. They decided to try again.
Michael won. So they tried again.
And again.
And yet again.
Finally they decided. Michael would come here.
Less than 30 seconds later the phone rang and I heard Koby say, "My mom will drive me down."
So perhaps the good 'ol fashioned Rock, Scissors, Paper does not demonstrate democracy at its finest after all.
After his work was completed, he gave Michael a call. After much banter back and forth as to where exactly they would play and just what exactly they would play, they did as all fine Americans would and put democracy to the test ...ROCK, SCISSORS, PAPER while on speaker phone.
Koby won. They decided to try again.
Michael won. So they tried again.
And again.
And yet again.
Finally they decided. Michael would come here.
Less than 30 seconds later the phone rang and I heard Koby say, "My mom will drive me down."
So perhaps the good 'ol fashioned Rock, Scissors, Paper does not demonstrate democracy at its finest after all.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
happy halloween!
Blue Power Ranger
Camouflage Ninja
The Gang...Raelyn as Dorothy, Landyn as Buzz, Aunt Kelly as Aunt Kelly, Raelin as Belle, Riley as the Grim Reaper, Kyan and Koby
There was a real person in the "Scream" mask...Ky was very intrigued.
Koby's loot
Ky's loot (minus the money...that just happened to make the photo!)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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