Monthly Archives: September 2011

Turning Lemons Into Lemonade

It’s just about 9pm on Wednesday evening. I’m not feeling that great (not sure if I’m getting a bug or what), it’s day four of my husband being out of town, the house is a mess (when is it not?), I haven’t gotten done half of what I wanted to this week, and not to mention I have a rib or two popped out of place on my left side.

Unfortunately it’s a none-too-welcome frequent occurrence… and it sucks! It’s painful, it’s hard to breathe, and it’s hard to really do anything. I’m sure I’m not the only one that has ever had this happen, but for me, the only thing that ever really fixes it is a trip to the Chiropractor, for which I had no such time for today.

Speaking of which (not having time), I find myself blogging instead of getting to the billion and one things I have to get done tonight. Hmmm??? I guess I can at least happily cross THIS off my list.

The boys are finally sound asleep (“knock on wood” – in fear of jinxing myself to them waking for one of their common unknown reasons). The house is quietly humming and I am taking a moment (just a quick one, I admit) to feed my soul before bounding back up into reality. So much to do, so little time, such a lack of energy…

I’ve never been a good power-napper. When I take a nap I want to SLEEP! I don’t want to wake up after 5, 10 or 15 minutes. BUT, writing for 5, 10 or 15 minutes, well that seems to re-energize me. YAY! So, I’m going to allow myself to finish writing this post, which honestly isn’t really about anything at all – except self-honoring.

Been wanting to update my blog theme. I finally did it! What do you think?

Okay, and now it’s time for me to join the rest of my sleeping house…. good night.

Dinnertime Dilemma

A friend asked me the other day, “What do you feed your boys?” Both of us being Mothers of a toddler and a preschooler, she is struggling with getting her toddler to eat anything other than meat. I, on the other hand, can’t keep up with my toddler’s (Brayden’s) demand for fruits and vegetables (not that that’s such a bad thing, I just have a hard time getting enough protein in him – and Zackery for that matter – to keep their little tummies full).

I began listing off all the things I’ve offered for meal times and snack, to both my boys. To my amazement, the list was quite long! I must admit they don’t always enjoy eating what is put in front of them, but I try my best to mix it up.

Zackery is pretty good about trying new things, and he really is the only 4-year-old (this I still can’t believe) I know that asks for artichoke and refuses a hot dog. Brayden is at the stage where he wants to do it all himself. I am always trying to find new foods I can give him that he can hold himself, take a bite, and not end up choking on. His favorite thing to eat right now is frozen peas (I think it feels good on those teething gums), but he did very much enjoy a couple of ritz crackers today at snack.  

What foods or snacks do your toddlers and preschoolers enjoy? Any suggestions on quick, easy, kid-friendly ways to get them to eat protein? I look forward to getting some comments!

Change is Good, Right?

A lot of things have been happening lately. Zackery turned four, on the very same day he “graduated” from Silly Beans; Brayden had his first day at Silly Beans on Friday; and Monday (tomorrow) Zackery starts “real” pre-school at Church of the Mountains. I say “real” because technically Silly Beans is a daycare, but he has learned so much there and Teacher Heather is really great with circle time teaching them, to us it’s always been like a pre-school.

Thursday was an emotional day for Mommy – and I don’t even really know why? Maybe it’s hormones. Yes, let’s just blame it on the hormones! J As I wrote in my last post, Zackery turned four on Thursday. My little baby was all grown up. Well, I guess not all grown up, but growing up. Change one – complete.

We all had a very sweet morning together and Will took Zackery to Silly Beans for the last time, in their usual routine.

At 5:00pm, Brayden and I went down to pick him up. I had been contemplating in my head what time to go get him. Should I go early? Should I go right at 5:30pm? Part of me was feeling like I didn’t want to get him – that I wanted to let him stay there as long as I could to let him play and enjoy his friends. Part of me wanted to get him early and just pick him up and snuggle him the rest of the evening like he was just a little baby. I knew that it would be the last time I picked him up from Silly Beans. Seriously, what was wrong with me? Why was I making such a BIG deal of this? It’s not like I was never going to be there again – heck I was going to be there the very next morning dropping off Brayden!

I had an empty tote bag with me and once Brayden was situated and I had taken a few pictures of Zackery with Teacher Heather, I started emptying Zackery’s bin. Heather looked at me, asking “you’re not doing that right now, are you?” I had been preparing myself for this all day (probably all week in actuality), and replied by telling her so, adding “if I don’t do this right now, it will probably never happen.” Okay, so change two was complete. Zackery had graduated and was officially “moved out” of Silly Beans.

Friday morning came all too suddenly (as it seems every morning does). Zackery and I had a wonderful “Mommy / Zack Day” planned at the Discovery Museum in Reno, but first we had to drop off Brayden at Silly Beans. I had been bringing him with me every time I went to pick up Zackery, so I knew that Brayden was used to being there, and Teacher Heather just adored him. I wasn’t too worried about him being in an unfamiliar place, but still, as I would expect any mother would, I was hesitant to leave my baby for the first time. I had given myself extra time to stay about 30 min to make sure everything was okay before Zackery and I left. Needless to say, Brayden was as happy as a clam and didn’t fuss at all when we left.

In between the flurry of exploration and fun that Zackery and I were having (I highly recommend the Nevada Discovery Museum to anyone in the Reno area!), I checked in with Teacher Heather to see how Brayden was doing. Every time she gave me a wonderful report – Brayden was doing just fine. He was exploring, coming back to check in with her, going out to explore another area, coming back to check in again. She said he was so happy. What a relief to know that things were going well and I could be completely present and enjoy the time I was having with Zackery. It’s not often the two of us get to spend such quality time together.

Roles reversed from the day before, Zackery came down with me to pick up Brayden. He was stuffed into an exersaucer, snack in hand, observing the older kids playing, grinning from ear to ear. What a happy sight! Change three – complete.

All summer long, we have been preparing Zackery to start “big school.” He has been mentally ready and anxious to go for months now. We have visited his new school, driven by it, practiced saying all the teacher’s names. He is ready – I mean, really ready!

Tomorrow morning will be his first day of pre-school. Drop-off is at 9:00am. It’s a good thing my Dad, Grandpa Fred (who just happens to be in town for Zackery’s birthday) is coming with us; he’ll help keep me strong, as well as be part of an extra special moment for Zackery. I’m sure I’ll take some pictures (to add to the thousands of other pictures I have of my boys), and I’m sure I’ll be wondering all day long how he’s doing. I’ll be there right at 3:00pm to pick him up, at which time I can officially say change four will be complete!

I know that change is inevitable, and change is supposed to be a good thing. Four big changes in five days is quite a lot for me right now, but I’m taking it in stride, as they are all wonderful things happening to my wonderful boys. What changes will life offer me next week? I’ll just have to wait and see…

Happy Birthday Zackery!

Happy Birthday Zackery!!! Today you are four years old – I can’t believe it!

It is such a big day for you, not only because it’s your birthday, but also because it is your graduation day from Silly Beans Learning Center. It has been 2-1/2 years since you started there, and I still remember your very first day. I think it was harder on me than anyone else. Dropping you off took forever because I didn’t want to leave you, but you seemed so happy and content. You have learned and grown so much there; making new friends, sharing your toys, cultivating your talents. I am sad this is your last day, but Monday you get to start BIG school – how super exciting!

I am so proud of you for all that you have accomplished. You are becoming more of a wonderful, fun, loving, smart little boy than I could have even imagined. You always have a big smile, and that makes me smile.

It was four years ago today that you came into this world, and it was one of the most blessed days in our lives (tied of course the day your baby brother was born). Happy Birthday to my big snugglebug, Zackery Gendebien Zimmer. I love you! xoxo

Baby Intuition

Do babies have intuition? I’ve heard of “women’s intuition,” and I have to believe that to some extent I occasionally get blessed (or cursed, depending on who you talk to) with it. Lately, Brayden (who is now 14-1/2 months old – wow!) seems to have developed some kind of “baby intuition.” Let me explain…

It’s breakfast and Brayden is comfortably strapped into his high chair, the tray just barely fitting in front of his oh so chubalicious tummy. His plump little fingers amply filling his mouth with cut up red grapes. He sees the yogurt – peach, one of his favorites – being opened and stirred. His eyes light up and he smiles a big 5-toothe grin. He opens his mouth wide, allowing me to feed him the first bite of the creamy deliciousness. He reaches out, asking for more, as if wanting to devour the yogurt before I can even get another bite on the tiny, green, rubber-tipped spoon.

We continue in a synergistic dance of open mouth, insert yogurt, open mouth, insert yogurt.

All of a sudden, with only one little bite of yogurt left, he gives me his signature left handed block, turns his head away, and his soft little lips won’t open to save the world. I know he’s not just full; he would inhale another dozen grapes if given the opportunity. How does he know it’s the last bite of yogurt?

This has happened before with his cereal, and almost everything else that I spoon feed him, whatever it is, whatever meal-time it is. How in the world does he always know it’s the last bite??? It’s as if he has some kind of baby intuition. Hmmm… is there really such a thing? Is my child truly clairvoyant or is it just consistent coincidence?

Either way, there is one thing for sure that is magical about this perplexing recurrence, and that is Brayden himself. Whatever the reason or cause, it puts a smile on my face. I have to admit, though, it didn’t always make me laugh.

At first it was frustrating to be on the opposing side of the last bite protest. I would repeatedly try to force the last bite in. More often than not, I would succeed in releasing the contents of the tiny, rubber-tipped spoon, but although my aim (and my intention) was in the direction of Brayden’s mouth, it frequently ended up all over his face, hands, hair, and the floor. What a mess!

I finally had to just let it go. So what? if he didn’t finish his last bite of food. It’s not like my 28 lb baby was starving! Brayden was teaching me a lesson. If he could talk he probably would be saying, “Mommy, just be present and be happy. This is supposed to be fun.”

Maybe my little angelic Brayden does have “special powers” that I’m choosing to call “baby intuition.” I believe everything happens for a reason. Perhaps it’s the vision of the universe helping me to be happy.

So Brayden, from now on, if you choose to shun your last bite, I will honor that and smile along with you. After all, what’s most important is that we live in a happy home. You, my son, make our home blessed with joy, and for that and everything else, I love you!

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