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About perfectpieceoftime

I am a wife, mother of two girls, and a teacher by training. Currently, all my teaching goes into raising my daughters and that is the best job in the world (even though I don't get paid for it).

Instruction manual please.

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I’ve had this blog post floating in my head for about a month now.  I was going to title it The Hardest Job in the World.  Do you know what I find to be the most difficult job?  Being the Tooth Fairy!  I can handle Santa.  He comes once a year and it is always on the same day.  Bam!  Got that one down.  Easter Bunny is a bit trickier because the date changes, but once I find the date out, we are usually good.  We don’t forget to leave a little gift for the kids, because we are all waking up and celebrating Easter.  Not that hard.  Then there’s the Candy Fairy.  Did you know there was a Candy Fairy?  Well, my super healthy friend has her kid put Halloween candy out and she exchanges it for money in the morning.  I can’t take on another role, so that’s a no go here.  In fact, I seriously told my kids last week that  they better eat all their candy because if it was still there tomorrow I was throwing it away.  Halloween was so 2 holidays ago.  They looked at me shocked and said, “But you said we should only have 1 or 2 pieces a day???”  Well, moms change their minds.  Now I am saying eat it or toss it.  Okay, but really, let’s get back to the Tooth Fairy.  Give me a break!  Who even came up with that?  It doesn’t even benefit the retail business!  The worst part, it can fall on an unassuming Monday, or a busy Saturday.  It can happen first thing in the morning, and you are supposed to still remember after they fall asleep.  Or it can happen right before bed, and you are supposed to have cash on hand.  I never have cash, which always poses a problem.  And can we all agree that teeth are gross.  I am definitely not sentimental about their teeth and have no interest in saving them.

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So when this one lost her front tooth, it was a letter from her tooth fairy, Peter Pot.  (He’s related to Peter Pan.  She assumed all tooth fairies were girls, so I made hers a boy. 😉 ) and some spare change.  When she woke up she wasn’t exactly disappointed, but she did tell me that her friends get “slips” of money, not coins.

Anyway, THAT is what I thought the hardest job in the world was until a few days ago…

Brian came home from work with an Elf on the Shelf box.  There’s one thing you should know about us.  We don’t do “tradition”.  I am definitely not anti holiday cheer and festivities.  I love all of that kind of stuff.  I just don’t like to have to do something because it’s “tradition”.  That is just setting me up for a big ol’ cry fest when my kids move out and I spend my first holiday without them.  So, when he came in I said, “We should really give that to someone who would love that.”  We already have an elf on our shelf.  Piper made it in kindergarten out of a piece of 2×4 and I am perfectly happy with our nameless elf.  He doesn’t make a mess of the baking supplies in my kitchen.  He doesn’t mess up my toilet paper.  He is the perfect little elf who sits on a shelf.  We’ve made it this long without an “official” Elf on the Shelf and now we have to start?  A caution to all parents before buying this “Christmas Tradition”.  Do the math first.  Twenty-five consecutive days of being on the ball!  How old is your kid?  Three let’s say?  25×10, Can you come up with 250 cool tricks for your elf?  I can’t, and I don’t have time to consult Pinterest.  And who decided it has to start Dec. 1?  A few days before Christmas would suffice.

Well, somehow I was outnumbered, and we read the book that night, named him Radish and went to bed.  Clover really want the name Carrot, but we went with Radish because he is red.  And lo and behold the kids woke up and there was Radish still at the dining room table where we left him.  He got “sneaky” and moved at some point during the day.  It just hasn’t happened at night yet.

If I could write an instruction manual to parents it would include things like

Tooth Fairy:  Arrives when your child loses his/her first tooth only.  The other 19 or 23 or however many are in their first set are not that big of a deal.

Candy Fairy:  Yep, I bet you didn’t know it existed.  It’s better that way.  Just pretend he/she/it doesn’t

Santa:  He can come and bring gifts, but please, don’t have him bring too many because kids talk to each other, and well, we all aren’t doing that.

Easter Bunny: read above.  Same rules apply as for Santa.  Keep it simple.

Elf on a Shelf:  The elf has permission to find a cozy spot and stay there.  Feel free to move him occasionally.  But not too much, because remember kids talk to each other.IMG_3305

Radish had taken an interest in our paper chain this afternoon, and possible tomorrow too.  We’ll see.  For those of you who decided to skip the fairies, and Santa, and the Easter bunny.  I am sure you have been thought of as kind of “scroogy” but I’m starting to think you’re on to something.  We don’t know what we are doing over here.  It’s like an all or nothing gig, and I’ve been attempting somewhere in the middle which I can’t say has worked for us.

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Just Call Me Dramatic

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I’v been being a bit dramatic lately.  I am blaming hormones.  No, I’m not pregnant, and I think I am too young for menopause, but whatever it is, it is making me feel like an out of control middle schooler.  Take that and mix it with the normal parenting of 3 kids and it seems like everyday we have the perfect storm.  More times than I want to admit I have said “I hate my life” this past month.  Don’t get all worried about me, I am okay.  I am dramatic.  I don’t really mean I hate my life.  I just mean I hate aspects of my life.  What do I mean?  Well, I hate that kids bicker and I nag.  I HATE nagging.  I don’t want to nag and I don’t want my kids to bicker, but it happens.  I hate that my 3 year old knows perfectly well how to annoy her 7 year old sister.  I hate that the 7 year old reacts like WW3 just broke out and I hate that my 10 year old babies her 3 year old sister as if she is an innocent angel which sends the 7 year old to her room crying because she feels that nobody likes her every. single. time.

That’s what I mean.

But do you know what I love?  I love that I have friends that I can be real with.  Friends who know that I love being a mother and I wouldn’t change staying home with them for the world.  Even so, that doesn’t change that some days are HARD.  And do you know what else I love?  I love that these moments don’t last forever.  I love that yesterday and today the kids have made a plan to be super good students going so far as practicing their Spanish together on their own.  They did 4 pages of math in the car and even got Clover to play PlayMobil while they worked.  They felt that if they were good students I would let them make lipstick and it worked.  Today they pulled out the PlayMobil and played together and I just cherished the moment because my 10 year old rarely plays with toys anymore, and even more rare is for them to all play together.  There is something to be said for having your kids close in age.  My mom had the 3 of us in 3 years 3 months, and while I am sure that there were years of chaos and crazy, we played together. A lot.

This mom business is hard.  And while my FaceBook posts might not always portray that, it’s true.  My fb moments are true too, but just remember that we are all just posting moments.  They are only snapshots.  The bickering, that’s just another snapshot.  Just not one that makes the fb cut.

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Holy Kiwi!

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Sometimes I find myself thinking of what it will be like growing old with this hubby of mine who is sitting next to me.  It usually hits me when he is doing something like hanging the Christmas lights on the second story or doing some sort of heavy lifting.  In a house full of females, I think it will definitely be noticeable when he is not our “go to” guy, when his sons-in-law start saying things like, “Oh Brian, I’ll get that.”  But for now, he is Mr. Manly and that wasn’t more evident than this weekend.

Holy Kiwi!  I am usually up for an adventure, and I come up with plenty on my own, but then Brian does the same which can make things quite full on.  One of the things we wanted to do while here in New Zealand was to hike and stay and a full stocked hut in the forest.  Brian thought it would be perfect to do this when my mom was here because she loves hiking and walking.  He contacted the Department of Conservation and found that this certain hut was about a 5k walk, about 2-2 1/2 hours, from where you park your car and it was very family friendly. The path was about 2 people wide and when he asked if we could take the stroller, the man couldn’t exactly answer that.

Well, I will answer that now that we have taken the stroller and the answer is no.  The family friendly hut is perfect for families with walking children.  While it was difficult getting there with the stroller and our 6 sleeping bags that weren’t the tiny kind that real hikers use…thatwasn’t our hut.  That “family friendly” hut was a shared hut, and in planning for this outing, we thought, let’s go 30 min. further and have our own hut. What’s 30 more minutes when you have already walked 2 hours?   Thirty minutes turned into 1 hour 30 minutes.  The terrain was now very narrow climbing over fallen trees, up steps of tree roots, through thick muddy patches and across streams.  Much of the time there was a near cliff on one side.  On 2 occasions, Clover is heading down the side but thanks to Mr. Manly, he never let go.  All the while, Clover is saying, “It’s fine.  He’s fine.”  Though Mr. Manly has the hardest job of all with the stroller and hiking backpack on his back, who do you think is his assistant?  Me.  I am doing pretty good because I have to.  The kids are being amazing and I tell my mom, “We can’t complain because they have been walking for 3 hours and they aren’t complaining.”  And so we keep on trekking, because there is nothing else to do.  We are approaching night.  Finally Brian asks if I’m okay, and maybe I was being a bit dramatic, but I said, “No!  I’m dying here!”  Physically, I felt like it was perhaps the hardest workout I’ve ever had, but really, I was just freaking out inside every time Brian fell or the stroller skidded scarily down the side of the near-cliff.  And so I decided to carry Clover and let her walk when she could.  That way at least my mind was at ease that Clover was safe, or safer at least.  The signage kept us going, 30 more minutes.  And then 30 minutes later, 20 more minutes.  Twenty minutes later, 15 more minutes.  It was like a cruel joke.  Piper said, “When we get there I’m going to get in my sleeping bag and read!”  And then Tatum said, “I’m going to watch TV!”  Sorry sweets, no TV, no electricity even.

We finally arrived, and we had fun playing cards, and eating a yummy dinner.  Tatum said she liked how quiet it was.  We went out looking for kiwi after dinner, and hit the hay, because now we knew what was in store the following morning.  We had to get back to our car!

From the time we left our car to the time we got back, we were gone 24 hours.  In that time we hiked 11 1/2 miles.  Seven hours!  Carrying our gear and stroller, crossed multiple streams, ate dinner, slept and played a few games of cards. On Saturday night when we got home we all slept like babes.

Tatum and Piper were amazing troopers.  Piper didn’t surprise me, but Tatum did.  Two hours into our walk back, she asks my mom to tell stories of when I was little, and she says, “This is fun!”  Yesterday, back at school she wrote about her adventure. I love her added little sound effects 🙂.  I’ll go ahead and fix the spelling, but here’s what she had to say:

Zoom!  Hop in the car.  It’s time to go.  I had to wait one hour to get to the parking lot.  It was pretty on the first part of the walk.  And then it was shady and cold.  We brought the pram.  Clover almost fell off the cliff.  *Dun dun duuun*  Every sign said something like 10 minutes but it felt longer than it was, really longer than t it really is.  Then when we got there we were exhausted.  We came home on the beach.  I loved it!

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When we thought we were halfway there, but no, not even a third of the way.

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Bridges and rivers and forests, Oh my!

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Hong Kong in a Nutshell

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In just a few short hours I get o see these two after 8 long days. I  couldn’t have imagined what their time would be like, but from the pictures that showed up on my iCloud every morning and the few conversations I had with them, it sounds like it was a wonderful week of bonding.  They journaled, painted, ate yummy food, and of course Brian did his fair share of embarrassing Piper by buying a funny hat and wearing a medical face mask. I expected it would be a time of growing closer for the two girls who see each other about every year and a half. But what I didn’t realize is that it was much needed for the dads as well.

I am grateful for the week they had to spend time with their oldest and to pour into them and pray over them. I was laughing so hard I was crying watching the “talent show” that they did on their last night together (gotta get permission before I post it 😉 ). Tatum was next to me, beaming as well, and said that she can’t wait until it is her turn.

On their last day there, they said goodbye to their friends who were catching an earlier flight and went on a boat excursion to see pink dolphins. We had gotten some books on Hong Kong and found out that there is a rare breed of pink dolphins, only 60 remaining in the world. When Piper was little she wanted to go to the Amazon to see the pink dolphins that she had learned about on Dora or Diego (gotta love what they learn on TV!). So when Brian heard there were pink dolphins in Hong Kong, he knew he had to add it to the agenda. With only 60 left in the world, they managed to see 6 or 7.  Pretty impressive!  Here are some pics from their last day together.

I think that it is so great that so many of you thought that this adventure was such a cool idea.  The best gift really is time.  It’s not too late if your kid is 14. It doesn’t need to be a week in another country.  It doesn’t matter if it is a son or daughter, or if you are a mother or a father.  It’s about quality time with your child.  It is as much for you as it is for your kids.

All about Dad this Mother’s Day

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Today is Mother’s Day, but this post is actually about how awesome Brian is.  He and Piper are headed to bed early tonight because tomorrow they are off on a 10 year old adventure.  I haven’t read the book, I don’t know all the ideas, but before we ever knew we would be living in New Zealand, before we knew we would have 3 kids, Brian was inspired to take each of his children on a 10 year old adventure.  The book is Love Does by Bob Goff, and the gist of the 10 year old adventure is doing something really special with Dad, spending one on one time and celebrating turning double digits.  Because most likely, they will be double digits the rest of their lives.

Their trip is extra special because they are actually meeting up with another super dad and daughter, Jason and Ella Fizzard who live in Vietnam.  The 4 of them are off to Hong Kong to have some fun, hang out on beaches, and for the girls to know how much they are loved.

And that’s all I got written on Mother’s Day.

Hmm, what was I saying.  Well, I love the 10 year old adventure because it was Brian’s idea and I love that the girls have a dad who is so invested and wants to spend time with them.  Now they are off, and I already miss them, but I am excited.  I know that Piper might think this is all about fun and adventure, but in another 10 years I hope she looks at the experience and sees that it was so much more than that.  She is loved and she is valued by the most important man in her life right now.  He took time from work, he saved money, and spent countless hours planning for this.  He packed their journals and watercolors, he read to her the chapter from the book Love Does about 10 year old adventures last night, and he has an art project planned that has to do with a map of Hong Kong.  The thought that went into this was a labor of love no doubt.  And I hope that Piper remembers always how much she is loved and how a man should love her when she is ready for that, even though I may never be.

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I told Piper that I needed a picture a day.  She said, “A picture a day keeps the sadness away.”  So here they are on the plane in Sydney.  The caption said, 5 + 5 = 10

And now I am waiting for tomorrow’s pic.

Easter in NZ

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America has this reputation that bigger is better.  If you have traveled overseas, then you know that not all countries serve their food on plates that can fit your Thanksgiving turkey and Costco is a phenomenon pretty unique to us Americans.  And so I shouldn’t have been surprised that Easter down under wasn’t what I was used to.  I have been in Germany for Easter and while it isn’t as commercial as it is in the good ol’ US of A, it was definitely a marker that spring had sprung and that is pretty exciting when winter means days go by where the sun never shows its shiny face.

But it’s fall here.  Celebrating Easter in fall, so strange!  Easter is the biggest holiday in church calendar, and it was obvious that that was the case at the little church next door as well.  They had services and vigils from Thursday through Sunday.  But that didn’t mean that there was all the “to-do”that I expected.

My trusty friend, Sophie, who was visiting from Australia became my go to gal for all things “Easter Down Under”.  First question, “what do you guys wear for Easter?”  Because I can’t imagine dressing up in new spring dresses, it wouldn’t seem right.  But do they dress up like we dress up in fall colors like we do for Thanksgiving?  Nope.  You just wear your normal everyday clothes, no dressing up necessary.  Well, that was just too difficult for me, and so we got dressed up and went to church.  Despite the build up to Easter with services the 3 days prior, everyone was there in there REI-type attire and kids in mismatched leggings and t’s.

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Easter attire was a necessity for me

After church, when we all gather in the hall for morning tea, I asked a few folks what their plans were for the day.  Nothing special.  Just a normal day.  That is so interesting to me, because the school holidays start on Good Friday.  No school or government office is open on Good Friday, not Easter Monday.  And then the schools are off for the next 2 weeks.  So, while we commercialize Easter and make it a big money maker, many of our schools have actually gone away from having their spring break back up to Easter.

Lastly, Easter baskets are for collecting eggs from your egg hunt, and not used like a Christmas stocking that gets filled on Easter morning.  Children receive chocolate eggs from grandparents and/or parents.  Some are giant like we see in the stores, and others are sold like a dozen eggs.  But for the actual egg hunt they hide small foil wrapped chocolate eggs, not the plastic filled eggs.  While I haven’t traveled the island to see if this is how it is done with everyone, this is what we experienced at Clover’s music class and at the end of the Easter service at church.  And my trusty friend for all things Easter Down Under says that is how egg hunts in Australia go as well.  Thanks Soph! 😉

There was definitely a sense of freedom this holiday for me.  Being away from home, I felt free to break tradition.  Among my 10 pieces of luggage and 5 carry-ons, you would think I would have room to fit 3 plus Easter baskets, but no.  An unopened jar of mayo and cocoa powder took precedence apparently.  I put in an order with the Easter bunny to deliver to Nana and Papa’s before they left Annie’s bunny mac n’ cheese and bunny crackers (Thank you Annie’s brand for being my “stuffer savior” for 6 years now with your bunny mascot) as well as new slippers for the girls.  So while Tatum was worried that the Easter bunny wouldn’t know where she lived, he delivered.  Easter morning surprises and an egg hunt at the church, and we were good.  The rest of the day was a fly by the seat of your pants kind of day and we ended up going on a walk and having lunch at the Botanical Gardens where we huddled under 2 umbrellas at our outdoor table as it started to rain quite heavily for about 20 min.  Luckily it let up before we had to walk home.

While we did miss our annual neighborhood Easter gathering and celebrating with family, (Brian’s parents were here, so we weren’t totally alone which was nice.) we were happy to participate in some new Easter traditions for us. Nathan hosted a Seder, modified because of two 3 year olds and a 1 year old, which was followed by watching Prince of Egypt. And then, on Good Friday morning Sophie made delicious homemade hot crossed buns. Yum!

My middle is not so little

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My sweet middle had a birthday this month, and though we have been busy with friends and family visiting, I felt like I need to take a moment and tell you about this special girl. Somehow she is 7.  Ever since she was born she has been my baby and not in a hurry to grow up. She was the latest of the 3 to walk and she wouldn’t hold her own bottle even when she was very capable. Nw at 7, I can say that she still just loves being a kid and is in no hurry to grow up.  When Brian called Clover his baby the other day, Clover said, “I’m not your baby.  Tatie’s your baby.”  Even Clover is on to it.

If you have more than one child, then you know this isn’t about favorites.  I can’t have a favorite, but I try and recognize their unique personalities and to foster those.  While I think she is totally amazing, I do feel sometimes that isn’t always obvious to everyone that knows her. She is just fine letting Piper take over a conversation and Piper is very happy to do so. She can also be quite silly, too silly even, especially around visitors and this can just be annoying.  But (you knew I was going to say “but” didn’t you?) if you can spend time with her, she has the most amazing things to say.

Tatum is so passionate.  It is funny because my friend Bettina bought Tatum a book called Tatum and her Tiger and it is about the character, Tatum being so passionate and that is why she has a tiger. The boy who is silly has a monkey, and so on.  Anyway, it couldn’t be more accurate.  She speaks with such passion about the funniest things, like using the toilet after someone else because the seat is sooo warm (true story). She is also passionate about animals and bugs and insects. This girl has a future in becoming a vet or being an expert on rollie pollies, because I think there just might be a need. These are pictures just from our few days on the South Island.

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Getting a little llama lovin’.

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She found something intriguing, not sure what it was.

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She wanted a picture of every mushroom we passed on our hike.

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Transferring this jellyfish to a pool she and Piper made for it.

When people ask what Tatum would like for her birthday, I can just say she likes every trending fad that is marketed for 7 year olds.  I would prefer that she was into her American Girl dolls more, or that she wouldn’t lose things and keep them a bit longer, but that’s not the case. So for 2 birthdays now, I have told people what she actually “wants” for her birthday.  This year she got Pokemon cards, and lots and lots of Shopkins and Beanie Boos.  You know those classic toys that you hope to save for your grandkids…or not.  Let’s just say she is the perfect target for those in advertising and marketing of toys.

Tatum is our cuddler. She likes holding hands, and snuggling up on the couch. Most mornings I wake up to her sitting under a blanket on the couch with Brian. She is our early bird. At least once a week she’ll ask for a sleepover. And this girl can never have enough of a good thing. Sometimes it comes across as ungrateful, but now I think she’s just trying to milk the most out of the situation. The other day Brian took her to get a coffee and she got a “fluffy” (milk foam with cocoa sprinkled on top). Tatum said when she finished, “I wish I could have two fluffies.” That is how it goes with her. Why not at least try, right?

Tatum you are such a good big and little sister and we couldn’t love you more. Your joy is contagious.