Saturday, July 25, 2015

Lessons Learned from the Watermelon

This morning, Warren and I ran our third 5K for the Watermelon Series.  It was not pretty; it was not fun.  After Warren set a PR at the last race, he was determined (or so we thought) to PR this race.

But, you see, while I have been running three days a week, Warren has not.  Not even half way through the race, he was pretty sure he was going to die.  After tears during the race*, we walked (not ran, mind you) away having learned a few things:
  • I am much too competitive.  
  • Practice with earbuds before the race.
  • You will live, even if your heart is beating 400 beats/minute.
  • Training (to run, not just to ride your scooter or swim) really is important when running a race.
  • There will be days when you have a bad race, and that's ok.
  • If things go wrong, pick yourself up, put it behind you and keep going.
  • Think happy thoughts!
  • Don't quit!
  • Finish strong!
  • Sometimes it's more about the relationship you're building with your son and what your teaching your son, than achieving a PR!
*Just to clarify, the tears during the race were from Warren, not me.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Bedtime Battle

Confession:  For almost every night over the past 6 years, our boys have had Melatonin to help them calm down and get to sleep.  We've never had any side effects (I've read about people who have horrible dreams when they take it); in fact, we've had great success with it.  However, after speaking to our pediatrician about long term use, we decided it was time for Melatonin Detox.  While the boys may be on their way to Melatonin-free lifestyles, Chris and I are on our way to alcohol and ice cream filled lifestyles.

Our first attempt started with a combination of Lavender essential oils and a 10:00pm bedtime (compared to their normal 8:00pm....it's summer after all).  Success!  Warren, who normally gets very frustrated and aggravated trying to fall asleep, fell fast asleep relatively quickly.  Harper had a bit more of a struggle, but conked out, nonetheless.  Our second night was equally as pleasant, but that's where our success ends.  We have tried soft music, warm milk, rubbing backs...you name it, and I think we've done it.  

Last night, though, takes the cake!  We were at our wits end, out of ideas, about to throw in the towel.  And "just like that" it was as if God knew that I needed a little diversion...a little laugh.  With both boys laying in our bed...I sat with them and listened as they talked.  Keep in mind, this comes after trying all of the following (some multiple times):
  • lavender oil
  • Calm Me Down Spray
  • warm milk
  • warm baths
  • Chris and I laying in their beds with them
  • laying on the floor
  • laying back in their bed
  • sleep masks
  • quietly reading      
Harper started the conversation by telling me about the rules he is going to have at his house when he is a grown up.  
  1. No headphones and/or iPods at the dinner table.
  2. No playing with your food at the table.
  3. If you get mad, you have to go to your room for probably about an hour.  (Warren agreed with this rule, but will only send his children to their rooms for at least 5 minutes.)
Then the conversation changed to what their homes will be like when they are grown:

Warren is going to have a two story house, if he is rich....because "only rich people have two story houses."  He and his wife will have a bedroom and bathroom upstairs, along with the laundry room, "so they don't have to carry their laundry up and down the stairs."  He is going to have one boy and one girl and their rooms will be downstairs, along with the kitchen and a bathroom.  The TV room and play room will be upstairs.  And he was trying to figure out the where the office might go, when I finally called it quits.
Harper is going to have a one story house (which looks strangely like a two story house in his drawing), where he and his wife (he's currently debating on having Ashley as his wife, because "she says his name like she's from Britain") might share a room, but they might have their own rooms.  He is going to have a lot of children and wasn't quite as sure where the rooms would be, but he was sure that he was going to have a pool and hot tub.








As I sat listening to their conversation, I thought about what their lives will be like when they grow up, which I know will come all to quickly.  Their conversations started to wind down, and I went ahead and made my exit.  Don't be excited though, that was most definitely not the end of the night.  

Although the grown up dreams ended, they continued to go back and forth between their own bed, our bed, the floor.....t-shirt, no t-shirt because it was itchy.....Burton (their Cabbage Patch doll) or no Burton, because he was already asleep....but I was thankful I was able to be a part of their "grown up" conversation.

Three hours later....success!  We're not sure what tonight will bring, but you can bet that we'll be starting much earlier.  If we start at 5:00, maybe, just maybe they'll be asleep by 8:00pm?  Maybe I shouldn't jinx it!

Wednesday, July 08, 2015

World War III

Last week, we witnessed World War III (or IV....heck, probably V at this point) in our home and I can't even tell you what caused it.  All I can tell you is that the boys were playing in the pool and then BOOM, the first shot was fired!  The war began and there were no white flags in sight. Rather, it ended with Warren drying off, running straight to his bedroom and packing his clear, little backpack to go "live on the streets".  When I asked why he was leaving, he said "because Harper tried to kill me." Trying to keep a straight face, I asked him if he thought running away would be a good idea for anyone.  He stuck to his guns and seemed to think it would be best for him.  Meanwhile, Chris stayed outside with Harper who yelled "But he called me a super jerk-o!"

As Warren stormed back through the house in tears, I reasoned with him enough to get him to come talk to me.  We sat down on my bed and he just cried and cried.  I asked him to tell me what he packed.  Now, I, myself, do not have any experience sleeping on the streets...so I'm not sure what sort of answer I was looking for here.  But, he seemed like he had the basics covered:  socks, underwear, pajamas, shorts, shirts and his football pillow so he "would have something soft to lay his head on."  He also made a point to pack his I Love You To the Moon and Back sign so he "would remember how much we loved him."  I asked if he would at least stay for dinner, as I had just finished cooking and it was hot and on the table.  Obviously not liking that idea, he stormed back through the house saying he had to leave.  However, when he reached the kitchen table (where his warm dinner sat), he changed his tune (just a bit).  "I'm going to eat dinner first, and then I'll leave" he said emphatically.  As you can imagine, dinner was (as the boys would say) "awkward".  It was as if we took a World War III time out and returned to our  "normal" lives.  But as soon as dinner was over, the War resumed.  Warren stormed off again in tears and Harper started crying again.  When we asked Harper why he was crying, he said "Because I don't want Warren to weave."  So, Chris sat and consoled Harper while I took WD (Warren Duty).  This time Warren complained of a headache (something Chris and I could've told you from the beginning) and said he was just going to go to sleep, but would leave in the morning. 

While still at the table, Harper asked if he could be excused to go ask Warren something.  In an effort to prevent World War IV, we asked what he was going to ask.  He responded, through tears, "I'm going to ask him if he would pwease stay.  I don't want him to weave."  

Update:  We are pleased to report that Warren is still living with us!

Tuesday, July 07, 2015

Who Do You Hug First?

Just a little airport humor.  This afternoon, the boys and I picked up my mom from the airport as she returned from visiting my brother and sister-in-law in Colorado.  

Sidenote:  This year, we are having our first ever Colorado Christmas.  We've decided to take the boys to Colorado and spend Christmas with Pj and Amy.

Needlesstosay, as we waited for mom's flight to arrive, they had all kinds of questions and were already getting excited about their own trip.  Mom made it in and as she gave them their surprises, they quickly forgot about their "upcoming" (aka 5-months away trip)...or so I thought.   

After we dropped mom off and as we headed back home, I heard the following conversation:

Warren:  Mom, when we go to Colorado, will Pj and Amy pick us up from the airport?
Me:  Yeah, buddy.  I'm sure they will.
Warren:  Ok.  Harper, when we get there, are you going to hug Pj and Amy?  
Harper:  Yeth.
Warren:  Ok, but who are you going to hug first?
Harper:  
Warren:  Are you going to hug Pj or Amy first?  Because I just don't want us to both run to hug Pj and crash into each other.

I wish I knew where he got his sense of planning from?