Dino Dig

So my Mom told me the other day of an interesting conversation Saylah and she had. If you don’t know me super well, you should probably know, I’m incredibly passionate about my relationship with Christ. I began to get to know Him as an adult, maybe nearly 7 or 8 years ago so I also feel really blessed to get to share what I’m learning with my children.

That being said, I believe Saylah seems to have a special connection with God. I’ve always said, if Say says God told her something in her heart … well, He probably did. For Pete’s sake, the girl’s name means “to pause and reflect on God’s word” and I sincerely think she does.

So it was interesting when my Mom told me we had a little evolution vs. creation conversation going on in our home the other day. No biggie really, as Saylah doesn’t even know the two camps exist yet. She knows that not everyone knows God but she doesn’t of course know that there are wars over this conversation that she posed to my mom.

I guess after school, Saylah and grandma were hanging out and Saylah, who recently created a cool dinosaur village picture, must have had dinos on the brain. She inquired, “Grandma, if Adam and Eve came first. How did the dinosaurs exist?”

My mom, a little taken aback by the deep conversation ambush did a fabulous job answering Saylah’s questions. She explained yes Adam and Eve were the first PEOPLE, but God created all the animals of the earth before then, right? Say concurred and then asked, “Yeah, but how did the dinosaurs get buried if there were no people?” Which lead my mom to talk about sedimentation. She went as far as talking about, if something is on the beach and the wind blows, that object gets covered by the sand, right?

Saylah pondered for a bit and remarked, “What if the dinosaurs never existed and people just spread a bunch of big bones all around making it look like they did?”

Here’s what I find funny about this statement (beyond the obvious mental image of people running around spreading big dino-sized bones around the world):  MOST skeptics when challenged with God and evolution, choose the side of evolution. I’ve never heard anyone really say, maybe the dinosaurs were the fake out. I know there are arguments about that, but that seems silly to me since we can of course prove that dinos existed (regardless of how they were buried, right?) ;)

God tells us to have faith like a child and I think Saylah shows us here what He means by that. When questioned with what we can see and what we cannot, she erroneously thought she had to pick one or the other so she chose God.

She’ll of course learn that dinosaurs were, in fact, real. I can’t really answer scripturally why they aren’t mentioned in the Bible. But here’s the thing, at all points in our life I believe we encounter times when we question our faith. And I personally think that’s okay, it can help reaffirm what we believe and know.

I also think that all three of my kids will at some point question if what they believe is really what THEY believe. And I welcome that. Faith because I told you to is not faith. But I am glad that Saylah isn’t questioning it just yet. =) 

A Tale of the Tail

So Audrey likes playing kitty cat. I mean ... "likes" is an understatement. She likes playing so much so that several things have resulted in my household from this pretend play. One. I dread when she meows. Two. Saylah won't even play it with her anymore. And three. Isaac is now crawling around on all fours acting like a cat, too. Fabulous.

But what cracks me up every time she plays kitty cat is that she has to have a tail. Which, makes sense, why would you be a tail-less cat? But at any given moment if you glance at her cute little hiney, you might find something sticking from the back of her pants.

For example, she and her cohort in this game, to be secretively named AK ;) were running around the preschool playground just the other day with weeds sticking out of their back ends ... My friend alarmedly asked ... "What is THAT sticking out of Audrey's pants?!?" "A tail." She looked at me so oddly ... her kiddo isn't quite old enough to discover attaching a tail I think.

Well AK is about the only living being who will still play this game with her ... and for that I am eternally grateful. ;)

So here's my cute little 4-year-old daughter, brilliant, passionate and incredibly opinionated about what she'll wear every day. Unless it involves ... a tail. I've seen her as a princess cat, dressed to the nines in a purple Rapunzel dress and a long towel hanging out of the back ... tail, not hair. I've seen her as a chef, with blue apron tied on her and paper (hand made) tail attached to her pants.

The funny thing, like I said, she is really particular about what she wears. Seriously, the other day I swear to you she was crying because her soccer shorts were too long and she didn't want to wear them. I'm pretty sure she took them off and hid them in the playroom before Ben came out to get her ready for her game. But today, a school day, this little diva donned her super cute outfit (which she hated btw) and the only way I could convince her to wear it was because her sister told her she could use the belt as a tail instead of tying it correctly.

You know what? I let her. Sure did. She wore a tail to preschool. And I'm sure when her teachers offered to tie it correctly, most likely thinking Mommy wasn't running on all cylinders this morning, she probably informed them "no thanks, that's my tail."

I so wonder what they thought about that .... You know what? If you can't wear a tail when you're in preschool ... when CAN you wear one?

It All Becomes So Clear

Do you remember all that stuff your mom and dad told you, warned you about, and made you do that even as you grew up, you A. had NO idea why and B. even when you tried to rationalize it, it really made very little sense?

You know, things like having to walk your bike across the street. Didn't that seem somewhat dumb? I mean really, if you stop and look both ways then ride your bike across, you get to safety sooner. And even if it was explained to you that by walking it you lower your risk of falling and getting tangled up in the bike and thus run over by some car who most likely is being driven by a blind man ... you probably thought that was silly too.

Or what about, we have bones to protect our inner organs? Okay great, but really? Why are we protecting them? How often do you get jabbed so far into your tummy you have to worry about puncturing your spleen? (BTW, does anyone really even know where your spleen is and what it does?)

I know I've talked a bit about this bike riding thing, but it occurs to me over the past few weeks that there are many of these little tid bits of info that we were told about as kids, rationalized as stupid as teens, and now as parents ... well, they are now precious nuggets of pure brilliance!

For example: that afore mentioned bike-walking thing. That is GENIUS. Thank you to the person who came up with that safety tip. I mean as I watch Saylah ride (like a rock star by the way) down the street and take the all too often tumble, I am reminded that it IS important to make her get off her bike and WALK it across the street. Sure, slower to get to the other side, but as I've seen her fall, and not quite be able to get herself untangled, I'm struck with awe for the super-smart human who came up with the walking rule. And trust me, she's already tried to rationalize to me that she should be able to ride her bike across the street ... ahh, the circle continues. ;)

Then there are the ribs. God really did know what He was doing when he created those. I mean, I assumed He did, but I can't say I ever gave them much thought, beyond thinking it was gross that people ate them when they come from a pig ... ew. But the other day, during one of those frequent tumbles that are inevitable when learning to ride a bike, Saylah took a tumble and landed smack dab on her handle bar handle. Ouch! She screamed something fierce and proclaimed that it "poked her all the way through her tummy."

I'm sure it did, because she now has a near-perfectly round red mark where it poked her. The mark ... located right where her ribs are near the bottom of the cage. And I think ... thank you God for creating ribs. Those little gadgets sure did come in handy!

Reflecting on these little gems, I am now pondering, what other pieces of knowledge have I simply shirked off ... until I became a parent? What about you? Got any fun ones to share? I'd love to hear them.

She Rides!

Check this out. All credit goes to Saylah and Ben for sure! WA HOO!

And JP, you know who you are, you were SO right! ;)

Looking Bad

A very very dear friend of mine writes a great blog called Girls with Confidence. I truly admire her for taking on this challenge as today's girls DO deal with a lot of non-needed junk.

I'll jump out here and take the risk of sounding egotistical and state that although I've had my moments of uncertainty and not liking this part about my body or that, overall I deem myself a pretty confident person in the arena of looks and body image. It's not that I'm vane, nor do I boast the world's best anything. I simply attribute it to my parents and my next-generation-up relatives who took a lot of time and effort to help me build a positive self image. And for that I am not only blessed, but I am grateful.

Tonite the cliche' "it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of you" rings in my head strongly as I mull over the conversation I had with Saylah. Since I had such amazing role models in the good-self-image category, I know I have done a thorough job, heck I've done a darn great job, of promoting my daughters and their inner and outer beauty to them. But to my surprise that negative self image issue crept into my daughter's heart and saddened her eyes.

I learned a new perspective on that phrase about what others thinking not mattering. See, since she was young, Saylah has been stopped by strangers remarking on how pretty she is. She is constantly complimented on her inner and outer beauty (as is Audrey). One of my terms on endearment for the girls is "Hi Beautiful" and for Isaac, "Hello Handsome" so it goes to the obvious that this child has had a life being built up on the surface-level stuff and on the stuff that really matters. And to be clear, she is not a melancholy child by any means. Her beautiful spirit illuminates from her body, accentuating her physical beauty just as much as her soul nearly every day.

But this evening at bedtime, I held my crying child in my arms as she told me that she thought she was not beautiful and that she didn't like her eyes, her smile, and that she just looked bad. I have no idea what brought this on. After questioning, it seems there was no outside instigator in the issue. She simply decided she looked "bad." And no amount of mommy-isms or reassurance would convince her otherwise.

It simply breaks my heart. Of course I will continue on with the positive image building and soul edifying. But I will also begin praying that her heart and mind grows to learn and know that SHE has to believe she is beautiful ... it really doesn't matter what anyone else thinks on the matter. These are the things that I think make parenting truly tough. And I agree with my friend ... even at the tender age of 6, being a girl can be hard.

What I'm Not

I am a lot of things. I’m a great mom, a fun friend, and a hard worker. I like to climb and run and hike and do cartwheels. I love to chat with friends over a cup of coffee or a glass of wine and I love to shop! But there is one thing I learned tonight that I simply am NOT.

I am not, nor do I ever think I will be … that parent who teaches her kid to ride a bike. See this is why kids have two parents. When there’s a weakness, one can compensate for the other. And boy did I need it tonight.

Here’s how my epiphany unfolded. Ben suggested that we go on a family walk / bike ride. I jumped all over it, thinking it’s beautiful out, it will be this picturesque family event and Saylah (who is undoubtedly behind on her bike-riding abilities) can get some practice in.

So, we strap bike helmets to the kids and harness Isaac into the world’s COOLEST bike seat.

WARNING SHAMELESS PRODUCT ENDORSEMENT:

If you are looking for an awesome bike seat, you have to get an iBert! It's a toddler bike seat with legs that straddle the front tire of the bike; just behind the handlebars and just in front of you. I absolutely love it! We've had it since Saylah was a tot. Little ones ride right in front of you and you feel like you have a better chance of protecting or catching them should you topple. And when they are of talking age it is the MOST fun! I’ve had the best little conversations with my girls when they were young enough to ride in the iBert. It’s like perfect bonding time meets getting a lil' bit of workout at the same time. You've got to get one!

Okay, back to the story. So … sweet, picturesque family bike ride in the beautiful Orlando evening.

Ben takes on the job of walking behind and holding on to Saylah’s handlebars as she tries to ride through the neighborhood giving her instruction on balance and steering. I take on role of watching Audrey and cheering on Say. So far, so good.

Saylah starts getting a little whiney about how tough this is so I decide to incentivize her by suggesting we ride to the end of our neighborhood to go see her BFF Laura. Which works well.

So we make it to Laura’s house. I won’t even go in to the story of how we almost had to chop down the Roberts’ magnolia tree in their front yard because Audrey got her knee stuck in the trunk. We’ll save that gem for the next blog. ;) But after we save Audrey’s knee … and the tree … we decide it’s time to head back home.

Feeling bad that Ben had to hunch down the entire way there, I offer to take round two for the way home. This is where I learned that new little nugget about me. Pretty much instead of encouraging mom, soft-spoken guider, perpetual cheerleader, when I instruct a child on riding a bike this little monster comes out of me and I turn into a drill sergeant. For five blocks I barked orders, “Stay straight! Stay off the grass. No whining. Don’t be a quitter! Stop falling.” It wasn’t pretty folks. We made it home and thankfully Saylah is more of an easygoing kid. I DID sprinkle my boot camp M.O. with the occasional compliment so I don’t think I did any permanent damage. But, I’m pretty sure that if I were solely responsible for teaching my children to ride their bikes, they’d probably develop a deep sense of hatred for the sport and end up walking everywhere the rest of their lives.

So that folks, is why kids need two parents; One to teach them how to ride a bike and the other one to watch the remaining kids so as not to put the bike-learner into therapy.

Best and Worst Parent: Zero to Sixty Seconds

You hopefully know this already, but we shouldn’t judge our parenting skills by the opinions of outsiders. We like to say we don’t … but in some capacity or another, most of us probably do to at least a minor extent.

I’ve got exhibit A for you to remind you just WHY you should not do that.

Yesterday we took the kids to the Polynesian Resort for lunch before heading over to EPCOT (or as the girls call it “Apricot”) for the Flower and Garden Festival.

The Festival was amazing btw and if you’re in Orlando before May 20, you need to go!

Okay, back to the story. So, as many of you know, we are coming off a 10-day excursion from St. Louis for my little brother, Adam’s wedding. So of course, my kids are tired and out of whack, but we decided it would be a great idea to keep them out of school just one more day and go to Apricot … I mean EPCOT. This is not the bad parenting part btw. ;)

While at lunch, Isaac, the “angel” decides he has had it. He’s done. I mean over it, with a capital O.

Being the fun parents that we are, we decided to buy the girls smoothies. Then thought it would be a good idea to give Isaac a taste. It was all down hill from there. He wanted those smoothies and apparently no amount of putting them in his bottle, sippy cup or feeding him from the straw would do it. He wanted them from the girl’s cups! Which of course, neither girl was willing to give up their coveted smoothie. That’s just crazy talk.

So, alas, we had a situation. Isaac was screaming, hopping mad. M-A-D. That sweet little baby would take anything else we put in his hand and throw it on the floor or chuck it across the table. After we realized we should stop putting things in his hands, he started looking for anything he could reach on the table to chuck. At one point his reach was just long enough to get his glass plate, which he promptly threw on the restaurant floor.

At this point, I take him out of the restaurant to have a little 14-month-old conversation. Where he proceeded to slap me and I proceeded to slap his little toosh. He calms down, we return to lunch.

Problem: Smoothie cups are still on the table and Isaac remembers that he really likes those. Dangit.

So he begins to scream and throw things again. At this point the girls decide its time to up the ante a bit and Audrey decides she doesn’t really like the food we picked for her. Saylah either. People are staring. I mean really we’ve attracted some attention. So, Isaac, still p.o’ed grabs another thing and throws it on the ground. At which point I take his little hand and slap it. This does not work. Go figure.

Ben removes child. I deal with other two.

Finally he comes back, I’ve made the girls chug their smoothies and the server remove the evidence. I’ve replaced it with a bottle of milk for him. Hand him his bink, beep and a bottle and little monster becomes little man again and settles into our arms, calm and content.

This gives me a minute to look up and notice that the grandma a few tables away is glaring at me. Unsure if I see this correctly I do a double take and for certain this woman is giving me the evilest evil eye. No doubt upset that I slapped the baby’s hand. Fabulous.

I return the look, and move on to my lunch. Not thrilled by this woman’s judgment. If she only knew, probably the number one reason this little boy throws his food is because he gets away with far more than I would have let his sisters get away with at his age. Whatever.

Fast-forward ten minutes. This lovely grandparent couple sits down at the table next to us. My first thought; they have no idea how lucky they are that they arrived when they did. 10 minutes earlier and we would have ruined their meal. But as we eat I notice how they are looking adoringly at our lovely, well-behaved family of five. Everyone happily eating their dessert and baby resting in his daddy’s arms. Ahh, sweet picture right? At one point the woman chimes in, “you have such good kids,” and gives me that all-knowing smile of approval. Hooray, mother of year award, right here!

So, as you can see, mother of the year or meanest mom ever – same person, just a span of ten minutes; if I would allow my perception of parenthood to be defined by the judgments of others.

So, I try not to. But the silver lining of the lunch from hell, is that I had a good reminder that I need to fix my goals on raising my kids on my beliefs of what God says and just hit and hope! But … If I were going to side with one of those stranger-women, I’m thinking, I’m going to go with the one who thought we were perfect.