On the first evening of Daylight Savings Time.

The bane of parents of young children trying to get them in bed on time, an hour earlier.  Sigh.

S went down beautifully.

G not so much.  In fact, it is 9pm and we just had the following conversation:

G:  Mommy, I’m scared

Me:  Ok, go to bed, talk to God about it.  He’ll help you not be scared.

(a few minutes later he comes out again)

G:  Mommy, God told me that S is asleep.

Me:  He did, huh?

G:  Yes.

Me:  Did He also tell you not to be scared?

G:  Yes.

Me:  Did God tell you there were no monsters?

G:  no…

(a minute later…)

g:  Mommy, God said I could read more books…

(this is a classic delay tactic to avoid going to bed, but I had to give him credit for creativity, it made me laugh out loud)

(another few minutes later)

G:  Mommy!  I love Jesus!

(I couldn’t help but grin.)

(a few minutes before that…)

G:  Mommy, God said he’s holding on, and letting go…

(I’m not sure of the meaning of that one, but it means something to G I guess)

G:  Mommy, Jesus loves Winnie the Pooh

(Now, he’s really pushing the limits, but it sure still is cute)

G:  Mommy, Jesus wants to play the computer with me, he doesn’t want to go to bed

Me:  G, God wants you to go to bed.

G:  God didn’t say that.

Me:  Well who do you think put me in charge?

Never a dull moment…

On a nice day recently (chilly for our neck of the woods, hence the jackets), I loaded up the kids and bikes and uber furry dog and headed to the local park around the corner.  We had a great time riding around the bike trail through the “woods.”   Considering I grew up in the wilderness of Kentucky, it’s hard to call this a nature trail when the interstate is roaring mere yards from where we are, ahem, peacefully riding, but it is a nice ride and great exercise.  We are so excited that this great park opened so very close to our house.

Next on my shopping list is my own bike.  Their little legs are starting to get a little fast for my stride.

A pink bike.

I’m all girl like that.

That would be the question…that plagues our thoughts and minds and hearts and energy now.  That and a cold virus.

His continued speech delay and other factors lead us in this scary, exciting, daunting direction.

Any advice?

The Rules:

1. Post these rules on your blog.
2. Tell about your six quirks.
3. Tag six bloggers to do the same.  (Yea, I’m not into tagging anyone.  If you want to participate, please do!  Pop back in and leave me a comment to let me know! I’d love to see your list!)
4.  Leave them a comment to let them know you’ve tagged them so they can participate.

My list of quirkiness:

1.  I have a nightly routine.  If I swerve from that routine in any way at all, then I will not be able to sleep until said routine is completed.  OCD, much?  I take my medicine, brush my teeth, check on the kids, check all the doors, make sure the garage door is closed, my bed blankets have to be juuuuuust right, I read for a bit, then finally turn out my light.  The only time I deviate from this routine is when I have a migraine.

2.  I cannot eat blue food.  Blueberries or anything resembling that is just off-limits.  Blue = bad.  I don’t like or am allergic to nearly all fruit.  Bananas are the exception.  The fruit I actually like, I am allergic to.  No fair.  I hope that quirkiness goes away in Heaven.  I’m so dessert-limited because of this fruit handicap.  I would really love to love fruit.  Thank goodness chocolate is not a fruit.

3.  I freeze when it comes to home-decorating purchases.  Even frames.  Especially furniture or lamps or art or knick-knacks.  I wish I had the money to pay an interior decorator to do it for me.  Not sure why the prospect of decorating my own home freaks me out.  I don’t know where to start, I guess.

4.  Pickles are evil.  Truly.  I don’t even like to smell them.  The crunch when other people eat them even makes me cringe.  And no, I did not eat them when I was pregnant.

5.  I sometimes avoid fiction books because I love them so much.  Makes no sense, I know.  But when I start a fiction book, I HAVE to finish it right away.  As a result, life around the house tends to shut down until I’m finished.  I sometimes prefer non-fiction to fiction because I actually have to read slowly to learn and process it all.  Fiction books – I can easily read one or two in a day.  An expensive habit to avoid, as well.

6.  If something is popular, I tend to avoid it for a very, very long time and at all costs.  Doesn’t matter what it is…books, movies, tv shows, clothes, food, etc..  It takes me awhile to warm up to something that is popular and is truly good.  I hate falling for fads.  Unless it’s Starbucks.

7.  As a performer, I actually do not care for performing solo on stage.  I much prefer being a part of an ensemble whether it be a praise band at church, or a piano duet, or some other arrangement.  I don’t mind standing in front of hundreds of people playing keys, as long as I’m not by myself.

8.  If I get nervous, my hands shake.  Very uncool if you are a pianist which requires, you know, using your hands.

9.  Did you really think I would keep this list to six?  Another quirk…

Look forward to reading yours!

• G, upon picking him up from school on Groundhog Day with a craft of a groundhog coming up out of a styrofoam cup via a popsicle stick:  ”I’m hibernating.”  Me:  ”Oh yea, did you learn about the groundhog today?”  G:  ”Yea.  He has to go back in the cup to get his shadow.”
• S, while playing with G’s knight and horse play set, “Look!  I’m playing with Frodo!”  Huh?!  When did she watch Lord of the Rings??  Where does she get this stuff??
• Trying to get G to blow his nose…  ”No, Mommy.  I’ve FIVE.”  Me:  ”Huh?”  G:  ”I can’t blow my nose because I’m five.”  Apparently, it’s a super power that you get when you turn six.
• I threatened to throw all of S’s toys in the trash if she didn’t clean up her room in five minutes (I had given her several hours and several reminders.)  S:  ”Ok, go ahead.”  The only things in her room now are her bed, dresser, and toy chest.  Never fear, the toys are in the garage but they will probably get weeded out this weekend before returning to her room.
• She still hasn’t asked for her toys.
• G, when I hugged him.  ”Mommy, you’re too squeezy.  I’ll hug big and you hug small.”

I hope you enjoy it, too.