While my birthday week started off rather rough and still has some rough patches to be worked out, overall I had some wonderful moments this week with my children. For instance, each morning I was wide awake well before they were rolling out of bed or at least well before they were wide awake yet. I was able to make the children breakfast every day this week, the menu was scrambled eggs for the youngest and a fried egg sandwich for the older two. This made my kids week knowing that Mama was cooking breakfast each morning for them with love.
Then there was that one morning that my lovely daughter…
Actually allowed me to put her hair up in a stylish way. Lately her look of choice has been simply having her hair down, but on this particular morning she allowed me to do the stylish messy bun look that I think is super cute on her.
Overall there were so many fun times, you see I have been spending too much time worrying about this, that and the other thing lately that I realized my kids were not getting the goofy, happy Mama that they are used to having.
I made a conscious decision to get silly again, all week long, even though my adult life is rather stressful for me, being a Mom is not stressful really. It’s easy to love my kids, they are the best and have the cutest personalities ever. I took time to play, giggle, tickle and laugh with these three every chance I could this week and for having that much quality time together, I say my week ended well.
Every evening I pack up a nice cold lunch for my oldest and middle child, usually they get some form of deli meat & cheese sandwich, plus two sides and a capri sun for drink. Each day I pack their various sides, sometimes it’s raisins and crackers other times it’s applesauce and crackers. What I pack with my kids drink and sandwich really is a matter of what I have available in the house. That is when I find out just how little I know my kids, some days.
For instance, last I knew my daughter and my middle child both enjoyed eating raisins. It is news to me that my six year old son no longer likes raisins and he proceeds to tell me with frustration each time I happen to pack a couple mini boxes of raisins in his lunchbox. He forgives me for my absent mindedness. Thank Goodness.
Next, we move onto breakfast. I wake up and cook my kids breakfast 5 out of the 7 days of the week, usually. With that being said I know that my daughter and six year old son enjoy runny eggs; guess it’s called over easy. My youngest enjoys scrambled eggs only. That is what I thought, anyways. Come to find out my six year old son no longer likes runny eggs because he now likes for his breakfast of toast with fried egg and cheese on it to be cut in half; a mess so to speak with the runny fried egg. I get it. But wish he would let me know before I start cooking.
All of a sudden my daughter doesn’t like cheese on her egg and toast sandwich. Every single time I cook her a fried egg and place it ever so gently on a piece of toast with a piece of American cheese on top, thinking I am all “awesome Mama”, she gets upset with me citing that now I ruined her breakfast because 1) she does not like cheese on her breakfast sandwich and 2) the cheese has now melted all over her egg and toast which apparently ruins the meal?!
There are various moments where my mind plays tricks on me while raising my three kids, it’s as if one day I know them all too well and then before I even blink, they are changing their minds about preferences, clothing styles and even hair styles. It’s so hard to keep up and that is why I am thankful that I have humor. I firmly believe that if you can not laugh at yourself then you got an issue, the fact that I can enjoy a good laugh about my absent minded nature shows the kids that I am a real human being who messes up but moves on from it with a giggle.
Life is way too short but man I wish my memory wasn’t short.
Out of all three of my kids, the four year old boy seems to be the one who wants to do everything by himself. Yes, even things he should not be doing by himself. I praise him for his independent nature and try my best to encourage it. That is why he has a love of eggs, cracking eggs that is.
K-man loves scrambled eggs, it is the only type of eggs he will eat for breakfast. While my other two kids are all for omelets, fried eggs, and scrambled eggs, K-man will only eat “fluffy scrambled eggs” and usually they are preferred if made by his Dad because I tend to not make them fluffy as Daddy does, so says K-man. Maybe the fact that K-man doesn’t trust my scrambled eggs skills makes him more apt to help Mama when making his breakfast meal of scrambled eggs.
K-man is so funny about cracking his eggs and to boot, he rarely ever gets any shell into the cracked egg in the bowl. He stares at that egg, taking time to crack it just right and when done, he beams with pride! K-man will crack 2 eggs in a bowl, help me put some milk in it and then use a whisk or fork to stir it all up. Then he helps me pour the egg mixture into the pan while watching me cook his scrambled eggs in the way he tells me to do.
My little independent four year old is the man, he is so interested in everything about his world that it is wonderful and scary at the same time.