This is Torin's new favorite phrase. He says it all the time.
Me: "Would you like a waffle." Torin: "No want it."
Me: "It's time to take a nap." Torin: "No want it."
Me: Putting him in the car chair at the barber shop. Torin: Clinging to my shirt with a death grip, crying and saying, "No want it."
On the one hand, I love that he is more specifically expressing what he wants and doesn't want. However, it can be quite the challenge when his response to everything is, "No want it."
Here's to having a 2 1/2 year old!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Days like today...
make me feel like an unfit mother.
Nothing super crazy happened, but Torin hasn't been feeling all that great and he was pretty moody today. And I'm tired and just not myself. The combo was not a good one.
My eyes are swollen from crying. My patience level is low and the enemy has me just where he wants me...discouraged and feeling defeated.
I love my son so much but boy does he know how to push my buttons. And when I'm already tired or my brain cells are focused on other things, there's a good chance that his button pushing is going to get a reaction.
Just telling it like it is. And, of course I know that I'm not an unfit mother. But there are days when it doesn't take much for me to feel that way.
Lord, help me to continue to grow in grace and to function beyond my feelings.
Nothing super crazy happened, but Torin hasn't been feeling all that great and he was pretty moody today. And I'm tired and just not myself. The combo was not a good one.
My eyes are swollen from crying. My patience level is low and the enemy has me just where he wants me...discouraged and feeling defeated.
I love my son so much but boy does he know how to push my buttons. And when I'm already tired or my brain cells are focused on other things, there's a good chance that his button pushing is going to get a reaction.
Just telling it like it is. And, of course I know that I'm not an unfit mother. But there are days when it doesn't take much for me to feel that way.
Lord, help me to continue to grow in grace and to function beyond my feelings.
Monday, March 14, 2011
I don't know what to do with myself...
I only travel a couple of times a year for work. Now is one of those times. As I type this, I'm sitting in my hotel room in Baltimore wishing the Starbucks across the street delivered so I wouldn't have to throw on my sweats and go outside in the cold.
Traveling has become increasingly more difficult since Torin was born. Before I only had to think about Chris. Now there's a totally different level of worry when I leave home. Not because I don't think Chris is capable...he's beyond capable. He's a wonderful dad. But I'm a mom. That's my job. (Okay I know it's really not my job to worry, in fact my Bible study this morning touched on that, but still, it's what I do.)
I realized something yesterday afternoon after I arrived and finished the few things I needed to do before our evening reception. I don't know what to do with myself when I'm away. I was wandering around asking people if they needed help. I stood in the lobby of the hotel for a few minutes...just standing there looking stupid. I finally made my way back to my room and did my nails and watched Sister Wives. Don't judge me...the hotel doesn't get Food Network, which is my channel of choice on the weekends. So I turned to TLC, thinking I might find an episode of What Not to Wear. I never realized I'd get sucked into this very strange show.
Anyway, it's ironic that when I'm home and immersed in every day life, it's easy to think about how great it would be to have a little break. But then as soon as I'm actually away, all I really want to do is go home. I guess that's the struggle for moms. I totally believe breaks are good, but it's so hard to let things go and really take a break.
My heart is with my guys.
Traveling has become increasingly more difficult since Torin was born. Before I only had to think about Chris. Now there's a totally different level of worry when I leave home. Not because I don't think Chris is capable...he's beyond capable. He's a wonderful dad. But I'm a mom. That's my job. (Okay I know it's really not my job to worry, in fact my Bible study this morning touched on that, but still, it's what I do.)
I realized something yesterday afternoon after I arrived and finished the few things I needed to do before our evening reception. I don't know what to do with myself when I'm away. I was wandering around asking people if they needed help. I stood in the lobby of the hotel for a few minutes...just standing there looking stupid. I finally made my way back to my room and did my nails and watched Sister Wives. Don't judge me...the hotel doesn't get Food Network, which is my channel of choice on the weekends. So I turned to TLC, thinking I might find an episode of What Not to Wear. I never realized I'd get sucked into this very strange show.
Anyway, it's ironic that when I'm home and immersed in every day life, it's easy to think about how great it would be to have a little break. But then as soon as I'm actually away, all I really want to do is go home. I guess that's the struggle for moms. I totally believe breaks are good, but it's so hard to let things go and really take a break.
My heart is with my guys.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Lent
I guess the ultimate procrastination is getting to the morning of Ash Wednesday and knowing I want to give up something for Lent, but not yet knowing what. I was at work that day but even so it was on my mind all day.
I definitely had some ideas but didn't really like them. Get ready for some confession. I thought about giving up sweets. But, honestly, my birthday falls during Lent and I love cake. And I'm traveling twice during Lent and know it will be very difficult to uphold this while everyone around me is stuffing their faces with dessert. And to be completely honest, giving up sweets doesn't actually do anything except make me sorry that I decided to give them up. I don't institute any positive behavior as a result.
I thought about giving up my computer between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. But, again, I'm traveling and will likely need my computer in the evenings. And, again, to be honest, I'd probably just watch TV in the evening and sleep until the last possible second in the morning. No positive behavior.
So...I decided to fast sleep between 5 a.m. and 6 a.m., Monday through Friday. Come on, people. I have to get a little break. :) By getting up early, I'm carving out daily time for Bible study which is something I really need to be more consistent about. And this actually institutes a positive behavior. One, I hope, will become a steadfast habit by the end of Lent.
So, here's to waking up early and studying the Bible! For anyone who is wondering why I'm blogging before 6 a.m., I've already done my study for the morning.
Happy Lent.
I definitely had some ideas but didn't really like them. Get ready for some confession. I thought about giving up sweets. But, honestly, my birthday falls during Lent and I love cake. And I'm traveling twice during Lent and know it will be very difficult to uphold this while everyone around me is stuffing their faces with dessert. And to be completely honest, giving up sweets doesn't actually do anything except make me sorry that I decided to give them up. I don't institute any positive behavior as a result.
I thought about giving up my computer between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. But, again, I'm traveling and will likely need my computer in the evenings. And, again, to be honest, I'd probably just watch TV in the evening and sleep until the last possible second in the morning. No positive behavior.
So...I decided to fast sleep between 5 a.m. and 6 a.m., Monday through Friday. Come on, people. I have to get a little break. :) By getting up early, I'm carving out daily time for Bible study which is something I really need to be more consistent about. And this actually institutes a positive behavior. One, I hope, will become a steadfast habit by the end of Lent.
So, here's to waking up early and studying the Bible! For anyone who is wondering why I'm blogging before 6 a.m., I've already done my study for the morning.
Happy Lent.
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Vertical lines...
I really try not to put too much focus on how Torin compares to other kids. I just let him be himself and try to nurture the knowledge and gifts within him.
As his mom, I know he's got some incredible gifts. He's known his ABCs for months. He can count to 14 in English and Spanish. He can spell his name.
And today at school, he drew vertical lines. What's funny is that I just read my weekly e-mail from babycenter.com this afternoon and checked out their milestone chart. One of the milestones is the ability to draw vertical lines.
He drew his vertical lines on the other side of a paper that they were supposed to color and cut out to put on their recycle bags. But when his teachers saw that he had drawn the lines on the other side, they left the paper in tact and gave it to us.
So awesome. It's amazing to watch him learn and grow.
I'm so blessed.
As his mom, I know he's got some incredible gifts. He's known his ABCs for months. He can count to 14 in English and Spanish. He can spell his name.
And today at school, he drew vertical lines. What's funny is that I just read my weekly e-mail from babycenter.com this afternoon and checked out their milestone chart. One of the milestones is the ability to draw vertical lines.
He drew his vertical lines on the other side of a paper that they were supposed to color and cut out to put on their recycle bags. But when his teachers saw that he had drawn the lines on the other side, they left the paper in tact and gave it to us.
So awesome. It's amazing to watch him learn and grow.
I'm so blessed.
Helitractor
Torin is obsessed with tractors because of Cars. So it's only fitting that he calls helicopters, helitractors.
I love it!
I love it!
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