The Power of Coffee

I had some lab work that needed to be done at the doctor, which means early morning rises, and more importantly morning fasting.  Now, I usually am not a huge fan of breakfast, but coffee... I am a slave to those dark roasted beans and delicious delicious caffeine.  When you drink a cup every morning, it just becomes part of your routine.  It isn't until this routine is disturbed that I realize just how dependent I am on it.

The morning was rough, but I managed to get myself and my two boys around and out of the house. I also managed to pry my eyes open enough to drive to the doc.  I am also fairly certain that I didn't cause anyone any bodily harm in the process. I was even somewhat cogitative and polite to the staff at the doctor's office.  I got my blood drawn, and we left, and my only thought, coffee...

Do not pass go, do not collect $200, go directly to Starbucks.

Unfortunately, I got there and the line... oh my goodness, the line... it was backed out in to the street, and it took some serious maneuvering and patience to even get in to the parking lot to even consider a method of entering the drive through line.

The headache was beginning, the children's voices from the backseat were grating, my grip on the steering wheel was tightening, but I dutifully took my place to appease the caffeine gods, and shell out whatever money they asked me (grumbling the whole time) to sacrifice as a slave to the dark roast bliss.

That's when I noticed a car in the street, waiting to enter the cue. 

I hesitated. Part of me wanted to line drive my way to the front of the line, ignoring every casualty along the way. But then, there was the other part of me, that part that has learned even when I don't want to, it is important to think of others... and that voice that can be so irritating at times, (and frankly really put me out) was a little bit louder than the desperation for relief, and I found myself raising my hand and waving the man in the car in the street ahead of me to enter the line.

And that was that...

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally found myself at the window receiving my cup. That was when the barista stuck her head out of the drive through window and said, "You are a good Samaritan. The gentleman in front of you was so grateful for you letting him in that he paid for your coffee."

"REALLY???  Oh my gosh!!! How sweet!!!" I looked up to wave a thanks, but he was gone.

I know it is not much, and I know that we hear stories all the time about this sort of thing happening, but I think it is important for us all to remember. I know that having to wait a few hours for coffee, and waiting in a line at an overpriced coffee shop are certainly "first world problems" but....

It got me thinking about all the times that I have that little internal argument. What I want, verses what God wants.  What will help ME, versus what will help OTHERS.  All too often, it is the selfish voice that seems to speak just a little bit louder shutting the other out. It's unfortunate, but it's the truth.

But today, today, there were two strangers both with the same "me oriented" goals, who thought for just one tiny moment about someone else, and it changed my whole outlook for the day. It was as simple as a hand wave, or shelling out the extra five bucks, but it wasn't the act itself, it was the THOGHT behind it.

I believe every time we give that little voice, that tiny kernel of God in our heads the attention, every time we let it win over our selfish thoughts, that voice gets louder... God grows in us. Yes, it is simple. Yes, it is probably a very trivial example. But that is what most of life is made up of, the small and simple moments when we get to chose to do something different... something good.

So, here's to you fellow coffee lover and good Samaritan! Thank you for the joe, but more importantly, thank you for reminding me of the power of good, and the power of God.

"Construsken" Party

Our Little Man turned THREE a week ago today! THREE WHOLE YEARS has gone by since this incredible child came into our lives.  Sometimes it floors me how fast time is wizzing by.  Other times, I barely remember life before SC was here. 

Here's the breakdown of our Tiny Tot as of now:
He is 3foot 41/2 inches tall.
He weighs anywhere between 33-36 lbs depending on the day (and what I cooked for dinner.)
80th percentile for weight, and 95th percentile for height
At the moment he's sporting his summer buzz cut, usually in shorts (or just his undies) and a tshirt.
His best friend is probably a tie between his bubba and his blue dog, Nelson. 
He likes to swing, slide, jump on the trampoline, "work out with Daddy," and watch tv.
His favorite show is Paw Patrol.
Favorite food: pretty much anything made out of bread, cheese, or sugar. (Real health nut, that one.)
His favorite of the favorites, TRUCKS! He LOOOOVES trucks, or well, anything with four wheels really... but he super duuuuper mondo huge-o loves construction trucks and tractors.

This is why we decided to throw him a construction (or as he calls it, "construsken") themed party!
Here's some highlights:

I themed the snacks to the party.

B(NSB)H provided and applied all of the caution tape and flags.

Fuleing station "Gasoline"

Drill bits, boulders, spare tires, lumber, nuts and bolts, spackle and dry wall, tool box, and traffic cones.

luckily SC had enough toys to spare

Grandpa Carl provided all of the street signs and traffic cones.

hard hat area

I mean seriously... how cool is that??

Daddy and Bubba

B(NSB)H even wrapped  all of the kitchen cabinets

parent selfie. (we were whooped)

the ONLY pic I got of the BDAY boy in a hat

caution tape everywhere... everywhere

our happy SC

It was a super fun day! Thank you to everyone who came, and HUGE HUGE HUGE thanks to my amazing husband for taking the lead on décor, and my bff Gena T for coming early to decorate, and for being... you know... awesome! I love you both to teeny weeny pieces.

And, SC... you, my darling Chicken Pants, are one INCREDIBLE little human being. You make my heart soar. Thank you for filling our lives with smiles, laughter, some challenges... I'm not gonna lie!... and SO SO SO much LOVE! What a blessing you are! I sure hope you loved your party, we loved giving it to you!

Camping (Almost)

It was a rare occasion when I glanced at the calendar on a Thursday afternoon, and realized that no one in our family had any sort of plans for the weekend. I immediately texted my Beautiful (not so bald anymore) Husband and asked him if he wanted to take advantage of the free weekend and take the kids camping. He was as eager and excited as I was, so I started making plans. 

It was the first time we had taken both the boys on an overnight camping trip. Larger Child had come with us a few times, and had recently just returned from a tent camping trip with his grandpa.  You might say he was a seasoned camper.  Smaller Child on the other hand, had never slept outside in a tent, he hasn't really even spent much time outside after dark period.  But, we hoped for the best and hit the road. 

We got out early, like before dawn early, and made it to the Chickasaw National Recreation Area by 8am.  After quite a bit of driving around, we finally found a spot that was secluded, alone, and lovely.  We set up camp, scoped out the surroundings, and made ourselves at home. The boys both took to the outdoors almost instantly. 

We took a walk to the lake, skipped some rocks, avoided a couple huge fire ant hills, and started a fire. The weather was gorgeous, intermittent clouds, a few sprinkles, but not too hot or humid.  We spent a good chunk of the day lounging at the campsite, SC and I playing on a blanket on the ground, and LC and B(NS)BH whittling together. LC picked up on knife etiquette quickly and comment several times on how "grown up" he felt.

We made sandwiches for lunch, hotdogs for dinner, and s'mores for dessert. We took a trip to the Nature Center, met a park ranger, and had several visits at our campsite by a not so shy fox.

It was one of those days that was just so good that you catch yourself in the middle of it thinking, "This is it, this right here. This is what it's all about." A picture perfect day. 

Then the sun went down.
We went in the tent, and began to get ready for bed when SC began saying, "I want to go home." I think he thought that since it was bed time, we should be heading back to the house... he didn't understand, no matter how much we tried to explain it to him, that we were going to be sleeping there that night.  We finally got him in the bed, and we were all tucked in.  That's when the realization of the heat set in.  It was HOT.  SC refused to take off his blanket, and he was sweaty.  The boys had a hard time sharing a bed, and B(NS)BH and I had a hard time keeping our cool in the exhaustion, heat, and discomfort of it all.  B(NS)BH kept turning to me and saying, "We could be home in two hours..." I argued that we didn't have enough light to break down camp, and that we would all settle down soon. 

Nearly three miserable hours later SC was now in hysterics.  He was crying so much he was about to throw up, and his parents were losing it trying to get him to be quiet to not disturb the surrounding campers. LC began feeding off the tension. It got ugly, fast. 

All of this resulted in:
1 child in a full blown panic attack
1 child unable to catch his breath and choking on bile
1 parent taking 1 child to the outhouse bathroom for explosive midnight diarrhea
1 parent breaking down camp in the pitch black
1 child sitting on an ice chest in the dark for nearly an hour while that parent broke down camp
4 people in a car at two in the morning
2 children asleep in the back seat within five minutes
5,327 bugs in the car with us while we drove for two hours
20 bug bites on Mama
3 ticks spread out amongst three people

One of the very best and very worst camping trips ever.  But, one hellova story.

Day With Grams

Today, the boys and I got to spend a precious day with my Grams (the only lady in the world these kids call "Grandma.") She had asked us a few weeks ago if we'd take her to the Zoo. We go there so often, that she wanted what she called a visit to "OUR Zoo," meaning she wanted to experience it the way we experience it.

We picked her up and got to the Zoo gates just a few minutes after they opened, and got to spend the entire morning there enjoying the animals, the kids, the company before it got too terribly hot and crowded.

Some highlights:
-watching LC feed a stingray with his bare hands
-watching SC avoid a stingray with his bare hands
-feeding the lorikeets
-watching the primates
-visiting the baby elephant
-spending 3 uninterrupted quality hours with my Grandma

Some photo highlights:

trying to talk a bird in to a drink

pretty smooth LC

maybe a little too smooth??

checking out the tortoises

LC and Grams (I LOVE this picture)

LC and a really precious orangutan

by the time we got home, they were done in... I was too.

What an awesome day. Thanks Grams for the idea, for coming along, and for being just supremely fantastic! We love you bunches and bunches!

Pics Of The Week

Raising a Rockstar

Once again today, I found myself mouth agape, eyes wide, in utter shock at something one of my children did. However, contrary to what you might think, and contrary to what happens most of the time to elicit that response from me, the moment of shock was quickly followed by complete joy, adoration and pride. Today, I watched my Larger Child perform in his school talent show.

Since probably mid September, LC had been talking about how he and his friends wanted to audition for the school talent show this year. They wanted to sing and dance... more specifically, they wanted to perform What Does the Fox Say (or as I think of it, the anthem for every single child this year between the ages of 6-10, OR the song that we all thought was hilarious the first five time we heard it, not necessarily the 105th time our children were singing it).  When he first brought it up to me, I thought it was a cute idea, but I didn't really think much else. That is, until I found out nearly seven months later these kids were still focused on this goal and practicing at recess.  I am not sure my LC has EVER had an interest in anything that long.  So, I knew this was for real.

Audition day came. On the car ride home that day he wondered if they "made the cut." (Apparently elementary talent show judges panels are ruthless... who knew?!?!) The next day he found out that they did get a spot! This lead to the next three weeks practicing every recess and after school.  These kids were focused, determined, and taking it very seriously. 

I did my part shuttling back and forth to practice, I found the track, made a CD, I even made fox masks for them to perform in. (Thankfully, another parent took over the rest of the costumes, and oversaw the after school rehearsals.)

Then finally... Today was the day. Today was the parent's performance. I asked him this morning if he was nervous.  He looked up at me, a little puzzled, and asked "About what?"  I laughed, reminded him of the talent show, and he said, "Oh that? Naw, it's going to be fun!"  All my worries, nerves, concerns, questions evaporated on the spot. I knew he was going to be great.

They were the opening act.  So, after a brief intro from the emcees, LC's group filed on stage. He began the song in the background, humorously bobbing his head to the beat.... then, all of a sudden, when the chorus hit, he jumped to his mic, grabbed it with one hand and looked like a ROCKSTAR! He was ah-maze-ing!! I was totally floored!!  In my head I thought, "OH MY GOSH! MY SON IS SUCH A BADASS!" I am just grateful I didn't say it out loud.

Seriously, I know I was a "performer" growing up. I did the dance recitals, I did the show choirs, but at eight years old I wouldn't have had that kind of confidence, charisma, or fearlessness. It was awesome. I just stood there, totally dumbstruck totally and profoundly full of pride for this child.

Yes, it was just a school talent show. Yes, it was just a silly song and dance with some friends, but to me it was an exhibition of self esteem. The display of a child who feels totally comfortable in his own skin, confident in his abilities, and unconcerned with the opinions of others.  I have NO EARTHLY IDEA how he came to be that way, his father and I can ABSOLUTELY learn a thing or two from him... but regardless, there he was... being a badass.  What a precious and stunning gift to witness. LC in all his Foxy glory.

11 (and a half) Things I Learned at the Zoo Today

Some things I learned on my Zoo Date with Smaller Child:

1. Don't tell SC we are going to the Zoo until the moment we walk out the door. I had to retrieve him from the garage twice.
2. Avoid the Zoo during the week near the end of May. I forgot about class field trips...
3. Smaller Child is terrified of grizzly bears. I am not sure what that is all about, maybe just an instinctual "that's bigger than me, and can eat me" feeling... I took this picture with him screaming in the background. We left the moment after.

4. SC loves bats. He could have stayed in the nocturnal animal barn the whole day.
5. According to SC, "Dis is a TURTLE not a WOCK!" Thanks for the clarification... but it's actually a tortoise, duh!

6. Everything with black spots is a cow. Everything. And don't you DARE correct him.
7. Little boys get stage fright when Mama has to hold them to reach the potty to pee.
8. You cannot visit the gorillas when you are eating lunch, because "Dey will steal my peanut butter sanwish!"
9. That "hairpane" is MUCH more interesting and exciting than the free roaming albino peacock right next to it.

10. SC is not a fan of the selfie.

11. But, SC IS a fan of playing in water.

11.5 So are lorikeets.