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He Speaks the Truth

Had to share how the conversation went with me and little D at Hobby Lobby today.


Me: I promised Daddy I wouldn’t buy anything.

D: ooooh let’s get this.

Me: yeah that is exactly why we don’t come here. “Ooooh” is a bad thing.

D: why mommy?

Me: because that’s what you say when you like something… And we can’t buy it!

Not 3 minutes later I stop at this wall decor item that totally belongs over my soon-to-be empty mantle and I hear “ooooo” come out of my mouth. I’m laughing at myself and the fact that there is surely someone around who has overheard this whole conversation. And then little man pops up in my aisle, grabs my arms,

“Mom! You’re getting distracted!”Can’t really beat that. So we bought our measly roll of magnet tape (another story about that here) and left.

Baby Steps Toward Change

The week we finally have a pattern emerging, we are facing the big upset of back to school! I tell ya, never say things should stay just like this, because they can’t. There’s too much around us changing. I’m still committing to make more of the good change happen than let other stuff get us down. And that brings me to another thought about essential oils.

These oils. I can’t fully explain it in the scientific way I would like, but they are making a difference for us. It’s about supporting our bodies and encouraging and stimulating our brains for all over health. (Edited)

We breath them, rub them, squirt them and ( I am ingesting them). It’s a slow process, but Davis is a willing participant and that has helped this mommy stay on track. Reese even seems to want her feet rubbed, which is progress in itself because her hypersensitivity always made her pull away before. I see her working the puzzle or studying the book and I know we have to keep trying to give her every but of support.

That’s why change of any kind is worth it. I’ve decided there are two ways to look at embarking on the oil experience… Start out by being prepared for when things happen and being able to have a first aid kit all made up and then see what happens, OR there is the other camp who first wants to address some kind of existing issue and be preventative and thoughtful up front about where to focus your efforts.

Every one is different so that’s why I throw it out there. Both options may work. For me, I am doing a little of both. I have identified my key recurring issues and we are addressing those with success. But, change happens daily around here so there are plenty of in-the-moment needs like a cut or rash, and I am trying to grab oils first.

I don’t think it’s realistic to say you are going to change your life even in 3 months and convert to all oils. I am all about baby steps. I still embrace the 14-year-old version of dorky me who quoted the classic “What About Bob” whenever possible.

“I can do anything if I take baby steps!” http://youtu.be/ncFCdCjBqcE

And this my friends is what OK with change is all about. In between the musings and the family memories, I hope to share how I’m taking these baby steps in the pursuit of accepting all kinds of change.

*Photo from What About Bob courtesy of  www.chickensmoothie.com

Why now? It’s Wednesday. Why help? It’s about time.

Wednesday is a tough day. So important it got it’s own nickname. Long before hashtags and meme makers, Wednesday has been tormenting people with it’s ambiguity. Is it more than halfway over or do I still have half the week to go?

And so I have chosen Wednesday to be my day for change. It’s the day where I think my friends may need the most pick me up. So I am going to make my job to give you that in all forms — humor, inspiration, knowledge — whatever form of help you may need. I’m here for ya. Continue reading Why now? It’s Wednesday. Why help? It’s about time.

The truth hurts

Me: A small java chip frappuccino, please
Davis: Mom, just get me a milk please
Me: We are going home you can get milk there
Davis: Yeah well you can get coffee there, too, Mom!

Touché my son, touché. But we don’t have java chips and whip cream at home is what I said under my breath while I fought back the laughter at his painful truth. And I took my drink sheepishly from the barista at the window and drove home to enjoy it, in peace! But turns out drowning in guilt doesn’t let you be peaceful. Oh well! It was still good!

(Let it be known, my husband who doesn’t drink coffee, chortled proudly at his son’s grasp of reality).

It’s ok to be jealous. Grandma’s Easter bunny cake. Complete with dyed coconut for grass. Eat that!

And in true Davis form, his last words tonight before sleep,
“I was pretty spoiled today. And then Grandma REALLY spoiled me!”

Yes she did, and don’t you forget it!

So proud of my little student. It hadn’t really occurred to me what he was going to learn in Kgarten. Silly I know.

(Allow me to reflect for a min). Back in August his teacher told us about the unique language they begin to write in as they learn how things sound. We saw the example and chuckled but man she was right! When he reads it back to you, he knows exactly what he means because he can sound it out. But the best part is he is loving it! He loves the challenging of picking out new sounds. He is offering to read! Never in my dreams did I think I could be so excited for my child as they learn to read. It’s a huge, huge thrill. Reinforces my love for books even more.

OK, so, here is his first Christmas list that has become his letter to Santa. Allow me to translate.

Dear Santa,
I have been really good can I please have.

I want a Bat Cave
I want a ninja turtle
I want a camera (no it is not chemo)

Don’t worry. We will be working on the “I want” part, but my guess is they were told to start that way. At least I hope that’s how why…

Profound thoughts from the D-man

Davis: Mom, a band-aid is a special kind of tape that is made to go on your skin.
Me: Why yes, yes it is. Where did you get that? (Here I am thinking Dinosaur Train has out-parented me again.)
Davis: Ummm???? My brain of course! I mean it’s like Voilà and there you go.