Let's go

Yesterday morning I was running late. I tried on 10 different outfits. This whole time the kids are playing nicely in the living room. But I kept on saying "Let's go kids, we have to get our boots and jackets on." Meanwhile I'm running between my downstairs laundry room and my bedroom trying to find clothes to wear.


Then when I'm finally ready, I realize that I'm late! So what do I say, sternly, "Let's go kids, we have to get our books and jackets on."

What I realize is that I was saying those things to myself. I was the one who needed to get going. So, from now on I'm going to try to only say things once to the kids and only when it's needed.

Tales from fishing

Fishing tales usually involve how big the fish were or how tough they were to catch or even where the secret spot was when they caught the fish. Whether you are on the lake in the summer or on a frozen sheet of ice in the middle of the winter there are always tales to be told.

This tale is from our first family ice fishing outing. First off, we drove our vechicle out on the ice. It's a strange but exciting feeling to be out in the middle of a frozen lake with your truck. Then we drilled holes into the ice, the ice was about 2ft deep. Whola, drop a line and start fishing. We caught serveral little sunny's. While the kids had a blast running on the frozen lake, seeing the ice shacks, and catching fish. The fun didn't stop there.

We put our daughter in the truck to warm up her fingers, she instisted on not wearing her warm gloves. When her hands weren't getting warmer, my husband started the truck to get some heat in there.

To our surprise, she locked herself in the truck. Yep the keys, the key clicker and our daughter were stuck inside the truck. So for about 20 minutes we all tried to get her to press the unlock button. She is only 2 years old, but I still think she had an idea of how to unlock the doors. I think she had way more fun with Mom and Dad, as she was our focus for that entire 20 minutes. Atlast, she unlocked the doors and we all went back to ice fishing.

Without me

This morning, I woke up my son.
Here is an excerpt from our conversation.

I say, "Let's put your clothes on."
My son says "Where are we going?"
I say "We are going to daycare."
My son says "I don't want to go yet."
I say "Honey, the car is running. (It's cold here) Do you know where the car is going?"
My son says matter-of-factly "To daycare without me."

I just started to chuckle!
I love how kids are so true to their feelings.

Taking a break

I've been taking a break, not in relaxing. It seems that after all the fun of holidays are now over I'm still reluctant to get moving, but in the same moment bored with 'taking a break'. Until I realized the reason for it. . . My daughter is potty training. While this is truly an exciting milestone. It leaves me to spend the majority of the time on an outing revolving around a RESTROOM.

This is how it goes: before we leave the house we use the bathroom, then we get to the place and we use the restroom, then when we are the middle of shopping/playing and one child has the need to find the restroom, finally before we leave we go the restroom. The whole idea grosses me out, two little kids that need to use the restroom and whole restroom trickling with germs! Plus, it's the middle of the winter. So I'm carrying coats, mittens, hats, diaper bag, and my purse. Where do you put all that when you are in the restroom?

With two little kids in tow, one potty trained and the other on the verge I'm more apt to sit at home. I'll let you know when I'm ready for an outing that involves more than a restroom.