Much Ado Monday : When Your 4-Year-Old Fakes You Out

Much Ado Monday : When Your 4-Year-Old Fakes You Out

The Boy’s getting back on the bus this morning–off to get all educated and stuff after a week of play dates, outings, and semi-junk food {thank you, February vacation} and I’m shifting back into my normal, everyday routine.

It’s gonna take some time, though. I forgot what it’s like to have the house to myself and complete a thought without interruption, so for this Much Ado Monday, I’m pulling out and dusting off one of my very first posts from 2010, back when The Boy was 4 and I was lucky if two other souls {not including my aunt} were reading tll.

Actually, I’m still lucky if that happens, so thanks to all of you who read, and especially to those who comment and say hello.

Just love you guys.

Don’t forget to link up your own posts at the end. xo

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One random day earlier this month–after a very long and trying afternoon–Matthew and I were finally getting into a solid groove by the time the just-before-bed routine rolled around. I finished up dinner, got the little man into the shower off the kitchen, and straightened up the war zone that had become my house just a few hours earlier, throwing every kind of toy and book into the nearest appropriate basket, bin or box.

I let him play his customary write-a-story-on-the-shower-door-with-a-squirt-gun game for a few minutes before I ventured in to shampoo, soap, and rinse.

Water off.

I wrapped The Boy in a towel, and while I carried him upstairs to his room, he requested that for the remainder of the evening, I refer to him as a troll.

Ah, okay. 

So I powdered the troll, put on his jammies, and let him watch a show, then brought him back into his room for some quiet time.

We most likely read some sort of brainwashing material about staying in his own bed all night (Back to Bed, Ed by Sebastien Braun is a new favorite), played a little bit, and then I tucked him in. He smelled so sweet, and his face was cuter-than-cute that night: eyes a soft green and his little brown hair all fluffy from the shower. He looked up at me and said “Mom, sing me a lullaby.”

Seriously, could it get any more Little House?

So I sang him

You Are My Sunshine,download Gifted 2017 movie now

and as he usually does, he sang along softly with me. After such a crazy day, it was a moment that was so welcome. I was trying not to get all weepy while looking at this beautiful little boy who was singing these sweet words back to me. I was so in love.

And then it happened.

We finished our duet, and he paused for a moment. I could have sworn that a Disney-like twinkle reflected off his eye. He looked up at me with a smile, touched my cheek with his palm, and said,

Mom, I wish I had Leo’s mother.

Yup. That’s right. He’s always had good times over at one of his best buds’ homes, and his little 4-year-old spirit just had to share that at that moment.

With that, it was lights out.

And it just makes me think: this is what motherhood is all about.

Looking into your child’s eyes and connecting in a way only you and he or she can, thinking this is my life’s purpose, this child right here. Then being knocked on your arse the next minute, and having to laugh through it all.

Because if you didn’t have a sense of humor before becoming a mommy, you darn well better find one now.

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Today is Much Ado Monday. Won’t you link up with me? Please share your family-friendly post below. Be sure to visit and comment on a few of the other participating blogs {we all love to make friends!}, and please link back to tll. Please consider sharing MAM on Facebook or Twitter, too … let’s see if we can grow this community.

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Linking up also with the Monday link-up @ The Mom Initiative and the lovely Heidi’s GFC Collective @ Antlers and Roses.

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Much Ado Monday

Much Ado Monday

I had planned to have a final post on getting the house organized today {or my thoughts on it at least … I’m no professional}, but with all the  gallivanting around I did this weekend celebrating my own birth, I just didn’t set aside enough time to sit down and string together some well-thought-out, coherent thoughts.

So instead, you’re getting some possibly fun, possibly incoherent ones.

My apologies in advance.

1. Strawberries on mini-wheats are delicious.


2. The Hobbit was not as good as the first 3 films in The Lord of the Ring series, though whoever’s in charge of making the vile things look vile should absolutely be winning an Oscar. I think I gagged at least twice just staring at a goblin … or a troll … or whatever that thing was.

3. It’s ridiculous that a small popcorn and soda water costs $10 at the movies. It was date night and The Man was paying, otherwise I totally would’ve been walking in there with my big purse stuffed with home-popped popcorn and juice boxes.

Yes, I am my mother.

4. One of my friends actually walked in with Dunkins’ iced coffees in her purse this past summer. Oh yes, she did. She is the Queen Of All That’s Cool. I’d state her name but then the gig is up, and we’ll be sitting at a cinema watching Brave with 4 crazy pint-sized hooligans and no caffeine, and that’s no fun for anyone.

5. Indoor water-parks are amazing in January. Amazing. Nothing like standing in your bathing suit on a 29 degree day and thinking to yourself “Man, it’s hot in here.”

6. 42 is pretty darned cool. You get to own a home, drive a car, stay out late {not that I do … I’m no night owl}, ride the big slide at indoor water parks, and no one can look at you and answer a complaint with “because I said so” without feeling really, really stupid.

7. 42 is also a time when hallucinations might start. Yesterday, for instance, I hallucinated seeing my cell phone on top of my beach bag at the aforementioned indoor water park. I didn’t figure that out, however, until after I’d claimed I’d been robbed and involved pool and hotel security.

8. 42 is also a time when you become adamant about what you believe to be true. When the nice woman helping me with my official hotel security theft report said, “I don’t want to offend you, but could you have left it in your car?” I replied, gently, “No offense taken, I understand how that can happen, but I SAW my cell phone in my bag before I walked my son to the water. It was right there. I saw it.” For some reason, I felt the need to say it twice, just so she understood how wronged I’d been and how sure I was of my own eyesight.

9. To humor myself, right after my friends and I sent a text to my phone threatening the supposed thief with “There is a locater in this phone; return it to the front desk or the First Aid station, and we won’t involve the police. No questions asked,” I walked to my car. And yes, as one might have already concluded, it was sitting there on my dashboard. Let the apologies to staff begin …

10. I wonder how threatening three women in momma bathing skirts really look?

11. And my last thought: all’s well that ends well, especially if by “ending well” you mean sitting at the bar with your friends enjoying a pina colada while your children play happily.

Today I’m linking up with some fun Monday parties, AND I’m starting my own. I’m calling it “Much Ado Monday,” because I think it’s good not to take ourselves too seriously {clearly}. And if ever there was “much ado about nothing,” this post was it. Link up any family-friendly post you’d like, and please be sure to visit others’ posts as well.

Much A

Go on, make some friends. Maybe someday you’ll go to a water park with one of them and they’ll humor you when you blame mankind for doing you download

Sharing these random musings at Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters and Make My Morning Blog Hop @ Mompreneur Mogul.

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Slow It Down, and Bring Back Cursive

Slow It Down, and Bring Back Cursive

Every once in a while I’ll hear a bit of news that just about blows me off my chair for its ridiculousness.

The latest?

Some schools aren’t teaching cursive full film The Handmaiden 2016 online


Did you know this?!

I’m floored.

And I’m irked. Yes, irked.

It’s just another indication that the world is moving too fast, and becoming more and more impersonal.Watch Full Movie Online Streaming Online and Download

We’re constantly asking our children to speed up, process more, embrace technology, and there they go:

farther and farther away from simple pleasures,

and things that take time,

and the joy of a flourish.

I keep a letter from my mother in a small box of treasured keepsakes. It was posted a year before she died, and it simply and lovingly stated that I was so often in her thoughts it was like I was physically there. That card is dear to me, not just because of the sentiment, but because each word was in her own perfect cursive {a student of the Palmer Method, she used to love to tell me} hand.

Her penmanship was like art—truly beautiful, and it was very much a part of her. Like her voice, her laugh, or the scent of Chanel No. 5 in the air.

Some fonts are lovely, and I’m a fan of typography, but they’re not quite the same

as one’s signature.

I get that we’re in a computer age, but there should be a balance. 

And my boy will have that.

He will know how to click and reboot, but he will also know how to sign his name with a curve and a loop—if I have to sit him down at our dining room table with the workbooks myself.

Though I guess I’ll wait ’til he masters printing first.


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