There are a lot of stresses that go a long with having a family, but one of the most fun stresses is planning the annual family vacation. This is something my husband and I do fairly well together. We usually go to the North Carolina Outer Banks. It is an amazing trip that we have made 2 out of the last 3 years. It is my oldest son's happy place. He literally cried the first 20 minutes of the drive home last year, and begged us to move to OBX.
The best part of the trip are the memories made. We have wonderfully memories of our family vacations. It is something we strive to do every year. This time of the year is spent searching the internet for the best deals, the best locations and just over all the best memories made.
I look forward to my time away from work and the day to day stresses of Mommyhood. Once the plans are in place then the real stresses begin of preparing to take make another trip as exciting and as memory filled as possible. Now to plan the trip and keep it as much of a secret from the kiddos as possible, so they endless questions of when do we go, and what not don't start.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Right of Passage
As a parent, you remember almost all of your child's first. You may not remember the exact date, but you can recall the first night they slept all night, the first night they spent the night away from home, first tooth, first step, everything. Surprisingly, even when additional kids are added into the mix, these activities are just as clear for each of them. Thankfully I have just have two sets of first to remember.
There was a new first at my home yesterday, that also lends itself to being a southern summer right of passage. The first time being stung. My oldest son, age 6, ran into my bedroom yesterday evening after being outside with his dad and says "Mama look" There is a nice little welp on the back of his leg. I began to panic a little. After all this was a first, not sure if he would have any type of reaction. I was prepared for just such an instance, simply because we already have an Epi Pen Jr, and Benadryl on hand at all times, because of a peanut allergy.
After he strips down to a t-shirt and the 6 year old version of tighty whiteys, he is laying sprawled out on my bed with the best old fashioned sting remedy known to man. A torn up cigerette, and a wet paper towel. Within about 20-30 minutes, his pinky sized welp was totally gone, and is now a pin point size red spot.
Ahhhh the joys of spring and summer in the south. Now my little sweet baby boy, is now an official Southern Little boy.
There was a new first at my home yesterday, that also lends itself to being a southern summer right of passage. The first time being stung. My oldest son, age 6, ran into my bedroom yesterday evening after being outside with his dad and says "Mama look" There is a nice little welp on the back of his leg. I began to panic a little. After all this was a first, not sure if he would have any type of reaction. I was prepared for just such an instance, simply because we already have an Epi Pen Jr, and Benadryl on hand at all times, because of a peanut allergy.
After he strips down to a t-shirt and the 6 year old version of tighty whiteys, he is laying sprawled out on my bed with the best old fashioned sting remedy known to man. A torn up cigerette, and a wet paper towel. Within about 20-30 minutes, his pinky sized welp was totally gone, and is now a pin point size red spot.
Ahhhh the joys of spring and summer in the south. Now my little sweet baby boy, is now an official Southern Little boy.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Things I never thought I would say
As I am getting older I find I am finding a lot more often then not when I open my mouth, the words and feelings behind them sound a lot more like my mom. This is not a bad thing by any means, and in a lot of ways it is something I strive for. However the first time I referred to a person in their lower 20's as a kid, I realized I had hit a milestone.
While, I myself am only 30, I am a married working mom of 2 rowdy little boys. I see things a little differently than someone in their late teens early 20's. I find myself more amazed at having plans on the weekend than not, and being in bed by 9 or 10 is a goal. I can't sleep past 7 most weekends, and get more excited over a good sale at the grocery store than I do at a clothing shop, unless of course it is something I can buy for my kids. I stress more over planning birthday parties, and trying to keep up with school schedules, than I do over the latest fashion and trends. In my mind you can't go wrong with blue jeans and flip flops and a pony tail.
However this is something I refer to as my coming of age. The day you call your mother and brag about how much you saved on your latest grocery shopping adventure because it is right at $100, you my dear are no longer hip, cool, or even remotely young. You are officially a grown up, well in my mind anyway.
So for the time being I will continue to be excited about the grocery deals I get, the hangover I don't get and cherish all the hugs, kisses and thank you mommys that fill my day. Being a grown up isn't so bad after all.
While, I myself am only 30, I am a married working mom of 2 rowdy little boys. I see things a little differently than someone in their late teens early 20's. I find myself more amazed at having plans on the weekend than not, and being in bed by 9 or 10 is a goal. I can't sleep past 7 most weekends, and get more excited over a good sale at the grocery store than I do at a clothing shop, unless of course it is something I can buy for my kids. I stress more over planning birthday parties, and trying to keep up with school schedules, than I do over the latest fashion and trends. In my mind you can't go wrong with blue jeans and flip flops and a pony tail.
However this is something I refer to as my coming of age. The day you call your mother and brag about how much you saved on your latest grocery shopping adventure because it is right at $100, you my dear are no longer hip, cool, or even remotely young. You are officially a grown up, well in my mind anyway.
So for the time being I will continue to be excited about the grocery deals I get, the hangover I don't get and cherish all the hugs, kisses and thank you mommys that fill my day. Being a grown up isn't so bad after all.
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