All posts in Mama Heart Mushings

I Call That Adorable

I generally really appreciate new steps toward independence in the lives of my children. It is nice to not be needed for everything. However, I found I was a little nervous when I discovered my two year old was already turning DVDs on for himself! It has happened about three times now so it is no accident that he goes down stairs and in a matter of minutes one of his favorite movies is on for him. Seems to be no big deal to him. He places himself comfortable on the couch and today he even fell asleep after putting on his favorite show (CARS). He appeared to only have put DVDs in the VCR once as he taught himself this clever skill, so not much harm done. Awe he is so clever, I call that adorable.

TTFN

Lightning Love

Baby Boy’s Lightning McQueen looks like he got a new paint job! He was pretty banged up from love earlier this week and now look at that shine!

Well, Baby Boy took his favorite car everywhere he went and one day he didn’t return home with him. After two days of my two year old’s sad song we got him a new car and a buddy, Mater! Who can listen to ‘Where my Libning McBeen? I liiiiiiike Libning…’ for longer really! Baby Boy isn’t into a lot of toys, all he really enjoys is spity noises while he drives his Lightning McQueen around so if I have to make this little car reappear a few times in Baby Boys life time I will.

TTFN

Pull Them Up

Little Woman gets very perturbed if I don’t allow her the time she needs to pull her socks all the way up.

Pull your socks up,
wear them with pride,
look em in the eye and declare,
‘I wear my socks up high!’

TTFN

Celtic Princess

A Bit Of Me

Honestly, I love to blog, I love to write. As a child I wrote constantly and through high school and college I lost touch with it, other then my constant journaling. When I discovered blogging I rediscovered a great joy of mine! I feel like I get my own brain space when I escape motherly duties long enough to type away. Sometimes I find a picture like the one above and want terribly to tell you something related to it. Often the story or interesting connection comes and other times I am left sitting and contemplating what to write for lengths of time… either way I love the game…. the playful mind game that is writing, grabbing the lightning fast thoughts and pining them down with pen to paper or finger tips to keys.

A Bit Of Her

The photo is, of course, of my sweet third born child, Little Woman, so enough about me…

My little Celtic princess:) Your pet name turns to lassie as I pull this dress over your head. I like buttoning up its field flower buttons, tying its big ribbon at the back and flaring out the big warm skirt for you. I can’t help but do your hair in the ‘princess style’ that I did for years on your older sister, specifically when she wore this same garb. You always smile big for me when I put it on and even though it isn’t your favorite (that would be the pink one with strawberries on it… interestingly enough also your sisters favorite at this age) you humor me and wear this dress often. I think you enjoy how warm it is this time of year and you are wise… you enjoy the joy I take in it, on you.

A bright Celtic princess still abides in my house.
My bonny lassie, my little lady,
in her dress dancing and prancing about.
She’s pretty and sweet and thoughtfully strong.
In the hearts of mine and her daddy’s, forever is never too long.
Dear lassie, remain always this way for me.

TTFN

Cupcake Socks and Smiles

My little woman never seems to have a matching pair of socks on. Can’t be bothered usually I suppose… BUT last Saturday she asked me to dress her up for her afternoon date with Daddy and then she went and found her ‘cupcake socks’. Not only are they her favorite pair, not only does she value them as her ‘good pair’ but they matched! I like to think she took the time to match her socks just for Daddy. I made sure to whisper to him as they where leaving ‘mention the cupcake socks’ and she beamed with joy when he did.

It was an afternoon made for my girl, involving tea and talking! He asked her what she wanted to do and she wanted to have tea with him. She insisted ‘not the cold tea, the hot tea!’ she is big now you know so no more cold tea! Such a lady she always explains if it is really hot she will need a spoon to sip it but if it is just warm she is fine with out. They sat on the patio and chatted, well she chatted, endlessly.

When she returned home she had the biggest smile. I was shown her wonderful ‘teacup to go’ and the smile continued long after the tea was gone. This smile was for Daddy.

My girl truly values a listening ear and adores time with her Daddy. I am so glad to see Daddy appreciates one on one time with each of his little ones… and me… well I can’t get over her cupcake socks, too cute!TTFN

Bread Day Trumps The Dreary Day

It has been a good year for bread making. There seems to always be one dreary day a week. These days are crying out for cheerful bellies full of fresh bread. Even if I can’t find the motivation to leave the house I know I can be productive enough by getting the weekly 8 loaves done.

Pounding the dough first thing in the morning wakes me up and is a good work out. I then feel great anticipation as I gently place it in my grandmothers extra large bread bowl and wrap it. It is wrapped in my precious (and otherwise now unused) baby blankets. Cute and cozy the dough sits above the dish washer (where it is toasty warm) rising nicely while the washer chugs away. Panning the bread is done by happy hands, thankful to be productive on a dull and gloomy day.

In spite of the evening closing in, the house turns golden warm as the oven heats up and I rush each batch in and out . Extra little hands are eager to help me at this point as they all want to get their teeth into at least one loaf while it is still warm. However, I always insist they wait until the cooling process under the damp towels is done. With a heart full to bursting at another victoriously domestic day I bag the loaves and march them off to the freezer… while my family cuts into the sacrificial ‘tester’ loaf and gushes over its taste and texture.

At present, I am barely past the making of the dough stage and just the thought of our weekly home made bread routine playing out has put a smile on my face.

TTFN

Baby Boy’s Hair Cut

Baby boy is two and today he finally had his first REAL hair cut. I have been doing my best to keep it off his neck and ears as it grew out for the last couple years. Today I decided I finally wanted to see how he would look all cleaned up. Perhaps it was because it is so warm for November, the snow is all gone again and it felt like a second fall! Perhaps it is because it is just so easy to go on a sunny walk down the block to the local salon. Perhaps it is because they are so cute once they have fresh cuts. Perhaps it is because Little Woman loves the salon and when I mentioned we could walk down and get her a hair cut she was thrilled, the jumping up and down kinda thrilled.

Hand in hand these two mini versions of their older two siblings walked happily to the salon with me. We avoided the puddles and marvelled at all the leaves that have reemerged since the snow melted away. The sun kept us warm and the conversation was a constant flow of sweetness to my ears.

Little woman, of course went first, and the stylist actually recognized her from all the trips she takes there to watch her dad and I get our hair cut (she likes the salon that much). Little Woman exclaimed with great enthusiasm that this time it was indeed her turn to ride the chair and get a fresh look. She and the stylist chatted away comfortably while I followed Baby Boy all over the place. He had lots too say and so much energy I was starting to get nervous about his turn… do two year olds ever sit well?

My girl looked like a million bucks after she was done. She told her brother how fun it is and then went to read magazines. My boy did pretty good till right near the end. Then he got feed up and tried to take the cape off. When we gave up and let him down he was mostly done and so looked pretty sharp as he stomped to the door and said ‘lets go’ in a grumpy voice. The yellow sucker she presented each of them with sweetened him up though.

It was such a nice afternoon. I love that the little things are the most exciting for kids. Too Little Woman the salon is a grand outing and to Baby Boy getting out of there was exciting enough to hoot and hooray about.

TTFN

Share A Little Love

So earnestly and easily she learned to love him. This little girl was terrified of dogs only a few weeks ago and although Riddick has proven to not be perfect she trusts him already. Kids so easily give up fear for love. May I be the same. Braving love over fear in my daily life.

TTFN

When Your Boy

When your boy takes your hand as you are walking down the mall you smile and try to hold in how melted you are right then and there.

When your boy hugs you because you are melancholy, and he knows it, and says ‘I need more hugs today Mom.’ you try not to weep cuz that will confuse him…

When your boy waves to you as he heads for the bus and yells very publicly that he does in deed love you, you beam with pride at the fact that he still thinks all should know that.

You take all of these things and store them away in your heart so you always no that he loves you… no matter what the years to come will do to his personality you hold out hope that he will remain that honest and affectionate boy… because the fact is you are his mom and you are supposed to crave his love returned.

TTFN

Little Boys, Little Brothers

Two little boys, two little brothers
have their bath just before bed.
Mama watches the whispering,
She wonders what is going on in each little head.
Neither shall tell their mother,
for that is half the fun.
Mama doesn’t really worry,
she adores each special one.
How she knows boys where made for mischief,
and brothers for the occasional strife,
thus each day she prays for her boys,
praying they truly love one another for life.

TTFN