I should not be allowing this:
And I definitely should not be encouraging this, for obvious reasons:
But, hey, at least we have fun at our house, right? (That is until someone gets hurt.)
I should not be allowing this:
And I definitely should not be encouraging this, for obvious reasons:
But, hey, at least we have fun at our house, right? (That is until someone gets hurt.)
One of the cool things about being out on my own, married, and in control of my own life is being able to realize some of my childhood dreams about what I wanted my home to be like when I "grew up." And in spite of what strangers think when they see my scrawny frame pushing two kids in a shopping cart at Wal-Mart, yes, I am grown-up, and yes they are BOTH my children. Sometimes as a kid I would think about what life would be like when I could stock my own kitchen and be completely in charge of what foods were in it. I imagined a salsa garden in my backyard, citrus trees aplenty, a winter of fresh-squeezed juice and a summer of smoothies--right there besides my awesome husband and lots of boys who get dirty--it was a vision of Heaven on Earth for sure. I am getting closer to realizing that utopia, with a great husband and two cute and dirty boys, and although we buy instead of grow our own fruit and veggies for now, smoothies are often found in contented little tummies around here. This week I bought a bunch of fruit for great prices, cut them up and froze them. Seeing the bags of frozen fruit in my freezer makes me happy.
(In case you need a tip, freeze the cut fruit on a cookie sheet lined with wax paper, once frozen, transfer to freezer bags.) And of course every little person loves a good smoothie. 3. I am not a movie buff. It's nearly pointless to ask me anymore if I have seen this or that movie, especially if it has come out within the last year. I just haven't. I can't even remember the last time Mark and I went to a movie theater, I know it was before we moved, and it likely was a discount theater. Besides, it's only once or twice a year that a movie comes out that gets me excited to see it. Even then, we usually don't see it until it is nearly gone from the cheapy theaters. We do have plans to see Prince Caspian this weekend. I hate to say this, but I am getting just a little tired of people gasping for their breath when I tell them I haven't seen whichever particular movie they are asking about. Please don't let this make you self-conscious around me, it's not you...it's me.
On a similar note, my friend Tiffany and I made a pact in our first years of college to not see PG-13 movies and since then--a good 5 or 6 years ago--I could probably count on one hand the number that I've seen: Lord of the Rings (not sure how many of these were PG-13), Harry Potter, and some strange but funny one my sisters-in-law brought over, The Sasquatch Gang, which must really have been mis-rated. You see, it's easy to be picky about movies when you only see one a month.
4. I am not putting my child in preschool. This may be my most deviant move yet. I worried and worried about what to do with Dallin for preschool and the more I read the more I realized that it was silly to worry. I realized again what I knew to be true: it doesn't matter in the long run whether your child goes to preschool or not. Whatever my child doesn't get from preschool, whether it is social experience, learning to read, or germs, he will catch up with when he does get to school. There is so much pressure to do the right thing with your child and to get them started so early, and you know what? It's not necessary.
I am saying the pressure is what is not necessary, because if as a parent you think that preschool is the right thing for child then that is great. Every parent will make different decisions for their child, and many parents realize that preschool can provide their child with some benefits. I am sure Dallin would benefit from preschool also, but we chose to go a different route. This is what we are doing instead:
So in the end, I think we will get basically what a preschool has to offer, just in a more piecemeal fashion.
5. I signed my son up for dance. Yes, and he is the only boy in his class. Woah. Am I strange or what? Since Dallin isn't doing preschool we wanted him to have some opportunities to interact with other kids and follow directions, etc. The thought of him on a soccer team, running around frantically trying to kick a ball that 10 other kids are hovering around did not sound very productive to me at this age in his life. I mean, he does plenty of running and kicking as it is, and four-year-olds don't quite get the idea to "work as a team." So dance is a way for him to use his active self in a more controlled, productive way. He has to follow instructions. He has to coordinate the movements of his body. Both things that are beneficial to learn.
One of the other reasons Dallin is taking a dance class is because I want him to be a well-rounded man. I don't want him to be the kind of guy that is too "manly" to do certain things like change babies diapers or watch a romantic movie with his wife or dance with her when she wants to dance. I want my kids to be open to every good experience that life has to offer.
If you've stayed reading this for this long, maybe you'll be up for reading just a tidge more. I hope I haven't made anyone defensive of their own decisions. That's not the point--these are just the weird things that I do and they don't have a lot to do with anyone else. I love it that we all have the opportunity to make our own choices for ourselves and our children. But certainly, there are certain things about you that are rebellious, even a little? I'd love to know. Come on, spill it.

