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I’m Stricken with NKOTBSB

22 Nov

I find myself dealing with mixed emotions about the comeback and combination of two boy bands from my younger years.

When I first heard that New Kids on the Block were reuniting, I felt nostalgic and wanted to be a part of the fun and frenzy. I got to go to their concert with a good friend and other fans and it was great. Singing and dancing along, screaming like we did when we first saw them years ago (minus the tears). It was a nice trip down memory lane.

It’s also how I felt about watching my first loves from afar share the stage with some other former teenage heartthrobs, the Backstreet Boys, during the 2010 American Music Awards. At first, I laughed. I loved. I sang along. And then it hit me. I know all of these words. I’ve lived through two generations (plus) of boy bands. I’m now rejoicing in reunion concerts. I’m older.

I felt a little bummed for a minute but then I realized, I may soon have Nia’s generation of bands to (quietly) sing along with too. I’ll get to see it through her eyes. That might be my favorite concert yet.  (With the addition of ear plugs to minimize the screaming damage.)

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Scenes from the Backseat

20 Nov

Our recent road trip offered plenty of entertainment and patience testers. Some of the scenes from the backseat include:

  • Drama as Nia’s seatbelt tightened on her and she couldn’t get it loose.
  • Forget, “Are we are there yet?” or “I gotta go potty.” We heard, “What street are we on now?” “What about now?” “Now?” (We were on the same road for hours.)
  • Dancing like SpongeBob SquarePants to the “Wizards In Winter” (instrumental) by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
  • Fits of giggles thanks to the Megamind Happy Meal toy.  (And some flatulence.)

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I Chose Nightmares

17 Nov

I just got another lesson in Well, Duh from my seven-year-old.

On our way home tonight, Nia asked me, “Is it true that if I say Bloody Mary in the mirror three times and spin around that I will DIE? That’s what So-n-So says.”

After I hesitated to reinforce my knowledge that it is false, I replied that it’s just a scary story people tell each other and there are other versions of it as well. I also added that I heard it when I was young. (Candyman!) She then inquired if it made me scared or if I ever tried it.

I paused to think about how to answer – it also added a nice dramatic effect – and then told her that it did scare me and I did try it. She questioned, making it seem so simple, “Why didn’t you just ask your parents about it like I’m asking you?”

Right.

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The Eraser of Erasers

15 Nov

What in the world is my child doing to her pencils? We send her to school with freshly sharpened, eraser-filled No. 2’s and this is what she brings home:

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She says she’s not eating them. (Thank goodness!) She told me she only bites them to squeeze more eraser out and then even wanted to demonstrate for me. (I told her no thanks.)

Good thing she asked for school supplies (among her other wishes) for Christmas. Her stocking will be stuffed with erasers and pencils galore. That should get her through the first few weeks of school in 2011.

Picture Perfect

15 Nov

It’s an unfinished work of art and I love it. Nia’s depiction of our home and family may not capture the exact layout of our house or my current hair style but I think it beautifully captures a little girl’s view of her world and she drew it because she wanted to, not because it was assigned. One of my favorite Nia Originals.

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Perseverance

14 Nov

Today’s lesson during church really hit at the right time for me. I’m not talking about it literally because that message was about something much deeper than this but I’m talking about the lesson of challenges and never giving up – staying the course and it will be ok. It’s not a new thought but after my last post about my fear of having Nate in church for an hour-plus with nothing to help, this lesson/reminder was needed.

Turns out, I was worried, stressed and upset for nothing. (Like usual with me.) Nate did great. He sat next to Andrew and followed and sang along with the readings and music. It was a joy. He did get a little difficult toward the end (wanting to lie on the pew) but overall it was just fine.

But, back to today’s lesson, even if it turned out to be harder than it was, that shouldn’t make me want to run away or give up. I should stay the course. Feisty four-year-old and all.

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Nia’s Thoughts on Drugs

11 Nov

Nia recently had a very serious discussion about drugs with me – all within the 11 minutes it takes to drive home from her after-school.

She read the word “tobacco” on a store’s sign and gasped, exclaiming in tattle-tell voice, “Ooo, they sell drugs at that store!” She then went on to tell me that drugs and alcohol are BAD and she will NEVER have any of those things because she doesn’t want to become ADDICTED.  (Yes, all caps are needed for those words to reflect the level of seriousness and drama she was displaying.)

After telling her it was wonderful that she doesn’t want to do those things and that some things are legal at a certain age even if unhealthy, I asked her where she learned all of this information.

Red Ribbon Week. The just-say-no-week of wearing crazy socks, pajamas and crazy hair to school. Behavior that sometimes raises concern about a person’s well-being got through to a seven-year-old. For now anyway.

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Make babies, but don’t bring ’em to church

7 Nov

That’s pretty much how Andrew and I are feeling about our church right now. This is not the first time a Catholic church has made us feel this way either. We’re disheartened and it all stems from the perceived attitude our church has toward children.

Here’s why: after church today, we were very nicely told that, “Father doesn’t want the children to color or draw in church anymore.” The usher said even the most neat kids can accidentally color on the pews. Ok, sure. But now what?

Coloring has been the one way we’ve been able to keep Nate calm, quiet and well-behaved in church. He colors during certain parts of church and participates in the prayers, peace and singing. He’s too little at four years old to be able to pay attention – it’s hard enough for some adults to – and there’s no children’s liturgy or nursery at our church. He’s supposed to just sit there without making a peep for an hour. Right.

The congregation has already been continually reminded about the “cry rooms” for noisy kids. You might as well not even go to church if you have to be in there. You can’t hear anything that’s being said and kids get the idea that it’s ok to talk loudly in church.

It’s just so disheartening because we are trying to do something positive for our family, as a family. They should be encouraging that, not making it more difficult. You’d think they’d be happy that a young couple is bringing their children and their monetary support to the church. I mean, they have this big “Catholics Come Home” campaign going on now and they are always reminding us that the children are the future of our faith and we need to be tithing as the Bible says. I know it’s wrong but, right now, I feel like making my children the future of another faith and informing this church that my tithe is going to find a place that practices what they preach. (We were born and raised Catholic but I went to Greek Bible school, a Baptist Pre-School and adult Bible study and Nia went to a Methodist Pre-School. We are not boxed in our denomination.)

I just want to be a part of a church community that is genuinely happy that youngens are in the pews or at least provides a Sunday school/nursery where they can learn about the Bible age-appropriately. Somewhere where I’m uplifted and leave feeling a little better about things. Not helpless and unwanted – for coloring inside or outside the lines, no less.

*Editor’s note: Since I wrote this, I’ve received a few comments/concerns and I’d like to clarify that my feelings are not directed toward the entire Catholic faith. We’ve been a part of some wonderful Catholic churches that never made me cry after Mass. The cases I’ve written about don’t always reflect the priest’s attitude either. Once it was an usher. Another time, a member of the church – a church we loved. The last priest of our current church was great toward children, actually picking Nate up and playfully throwing him in the air after Mass. He gave high fives out to the kids as Mass ended. Nate was happy to go to church and wanted to pay attention to what Father was saying. The funny thing is, Andrew and I actually enjoy/learn from our current priest’s homilies. We even recently signed up to volunteer. We are trying and will continue to try – and hope for understanding.

Confusion, Costumes and Candy

30 Oct

Halloween is the 31st of October, right? I mean, that’s what it says on my $5 scenic sights of the U.S. calendar so it must be so. Or, maybe not.

It seems there are quite a few towns that prefer you to observe the candy collection event on another day if it falls on a Sunday. Some say it has to do with religious reasons. Others say it’s a safety thing. I say I’m confused.

Following the request of our town leaders, we decided to let the kids set out in search of glowing porch lights on Halloween Eve. We didn’t find many but in the end, it really didn’t matter. It gave those of us participating something to talk about and helped limit the amount of sugar the Nia and Nate had at their disposal. Also, the kids didn’t care what day it was that they went trick-or-treating. They got their sweets and felt great when people made a big deal about their costumes. Nate even received requests to jump like Mario. Of course, he did.

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Peaced Out Girl and Super Mario Posing Pre-Candy

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She was so happy with her costume!

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Stick-On 'Stache for Mini-Mario

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Say Trick-or-Treat!

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Our Candy Organizer

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At Peace in a Candy Coma

Silly Boy

26 Oct

First, he was running around the house with his baseball glove – back and forth in the hallway and living room – diving and sliding on the floor. I suppose he was perfecting his baseball moves but it just looked painful and extreme. Then, came the cup music.

Nate made for some funny entertainment while I tried to do the dishes. I would have to stop to laugh and then to, of course, get his silly version of “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” on camera. Thanks for making mommy shake her head in confusion one minute and then laugh out loud the next, you silly boy.