Monday, December 15, 2008
Standing at the sink doing dishes, she came up to me, and in the most sincere voice said, "Mom, you are so beautiful!"
While trying to express my thanks, she continued...
"You are even more beautiful than a pig!"
After giggling out a thank-you to her, she questioned the humor.
"What's so funny Mom? I didn't say you were AS beautiful AS a pig...I said you were MORE beautiful than a pig!"
My husband would have received a swift kick in the pants for this compliment, but my sweet Angel, she got a great big bear hug!!!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
He brings me flowers out of the blue, you may be thinking.
He turns off the television in order to listen carefully and intently when I pour my heart out about what is bothering me, you may be thinking.
He suggests that I get out without children in order to recharge my batteries, you may be thinking.
He wakes up early to get the kids ready for school when I am
Or you may be thinking that he pops a load of laundry into the washing machine when he notices that the darks are tumbling from the laundry basket.
Your thinking is all wrong.
The women who informed me that I am married to a sensitive gentleman, were the sweet nurses that were taking care of my husband today at the surgical center where he had a hernia repaired.
The sensitivity that they were referring to was his sensitivity to anything relating to medical procedures. Little did they know, I was already aware of the fact that I hand-picked a sensitive gentleman.
I wasn't at all surprised to be summoned from the waiting room by the pre-op nurse, requesting that I help to calm my sensitive gentleman.
It wasn't anything I didn't expect, walking in to find him drained of any color and soaked with sweat from head to toe. Like oil and water, my sensitive gentleman and IV's, or any needles for that matter, simply do not mix.
Nor does he do well with just the thought of what the doctor is going to do to him...that's enough to erase the pigment from his skin and make him weak in the knees, as well.
I am truly married to a SENSITIVE GENTLEMAN!
One that I overheard explaining to his children the other day that his stomach was going to be stapled closed. (He has a one inch incision sealed together with Dermabond. Insert clip art of a cardboard induced paper cut and you get his wound.)
One that lay in bed behind closed doors, fifteen feet away from me, when my cell phone began ringing downstairs. By the time I got to it, it was done ringing, flashing a RESTRICTED NUMBER message. Upon returning to the computer, my phone began ringing again. Running just a bit faster down the stairs, risking life and limb, I got to it in time. If I didn't just get this cell phone, I would have chucked it out the kitchen window, for the voice on the other end was the voice of my sensitive gentleman, a mere fifteen feet away from where I had originally been sitting, requesting that I open the bedroom door to let the cat out! And because I know I would never find an alternate husband willing to take on my four children and myself, I refrained from throwing him out the second story window as well.
Before I head to bed to rest up for tomorrow's recovery and rehabilitation procedures, I'm going to google the relationship between hernia repair and decision-making. Seems there is some correlation...my sensitive gentleman has needed me to make every decision on what he should be putting in his stomach!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
While playing with his toys the other day, Isaac paused and questioned me after great thought, "Mom? Are flaming liberals the worst kind?"
I responded, "I don't know Isaac. Why do you ask?"
His reply. "Because Daddy said they were!"
And even before all of the recent political conversations buzzing about, Isaac brought out one of his flame shaped Lego pieces and cheerfully exclaimed, "Look Mom. I have found a flaming liberal!"
And the questions have been flooding in since the election of Barack Obama. While driving to school yesterday morning, Isaac had a concerned look on his face. I could tell he was contemplating an issue. Just as a I was about to ask him what it was he was thinking about, he questioned, "Mom? Is Obama going to steal money from us, too?"
And as if she was disgusted by the question, Annie replied, "No, Isaac! He doesn't even know where we live!"
It's nearly impossible to explain politics to a child!
But you can be pretty sure that a child is being raised in a household with parents who hold the traditional positions within the home when you hear a child exclaim the following:
Upon finishing his dinner, my husband rinsed his dish before putting it down in the sink. (Which even that task is unheard of, even after making that request for the past 10+ years!)
Angel happened to walk by and see Mark doing this. She fell under a spell of shock and commented, "Mom!!! Daddy is doing the dishes!!! I have NEVER seen a boy doing dishes before!!!"
I guess you could call my children Conservative, Republican, Un-Liberated Little Kids! And that's a title I'm completely at peace with!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
9. You have amazing stamina when it comes to throwing temper tantrums. They've been known to last an hour or more!
10. You're Ms. In-Control-asserting unwelcomed authority over your siblings-usually resulting in an argument.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
1. Your sweet nature is as refreshing as an ice cold glass of lemonade on a hot summer's day.
4. It warms the cockles of your little heart to scare the daylights out of unsuspecting victims when you roar or growl gregariously.
5. At 5 years old, you've already perfected "the Look" that brings girls to their knees--at least it works for this girl!
6. A pile of colorful Legos could entertain you for an hour as long as you also have the direction booklet.
7. Just as quickly as you reach your boiling point, you cool off again.
8. You're a big fan of sleep-overs, offering yourself up as a house guest, regardless if you've received an invitation!
9. You are just as enthralled the 20th time you watch a Scooby Do episode as the first time you watched it.
10. You're Mr. Independent, feeling free to wander off in any direction you choose without requesting permission.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
TO BE TRUE ABOUT YOU
2. You are as protective as a new mommy of your brother and sisters.
6. Your ability to impress the boys, on the other hand, would lead one to believe that you've been "playing the field" for many years. 7. You could care less if the formation of your letters are correct or if your crayon marks stray outside the lines.
8. You give me daily glimpses into your teenage years when you spin around on one foot, flip your hair over your shoulder, and huff off, angry at a consequence I've handed out.
10. You are generous with your professions of love for me and with your compliments on my mothering.
And I love you as BIG as the universe!
Monday, October 13, 2008
I never dreamed that I would live through a time when our country was experienceing such major dilemna's.
The stock market dropping by the hundreds on a daily basis.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I must push the pause button...awareness and dialogue about the opposite sex is happening much to quickly in the Kamahi family! Especially for my Angel.
I'm convinced that she wakes up each morning much more excited about seeing the boys in her class than learning her ABC's. She concerns herself with her clothes and her hair, not to be stylish or comfortable, but rather to impress her boys. On more than one occasion, she has informed me that, "Mom, Joe (name changed for anonymity) is really going to love my outfit today. I think he'll like my hair, too!"
Just last week, after asking her what she learned in school that day, she replied straight-faced, "Mom...new report. Joe is not my boyfriend anymore, John is! There is nothing you can do about it." Those were the exact words that spilled from her mouth.
And what I wanted to do was wipe up those spilled words, wring them out over the sink, and turn on the garbage disposal. She's much to young to be having such thoughts! Even I wasn't that boy crazy when I was a child. For goodness sake, I was a one-boy-girl. At five years old in kindergarten, my heart belonged to Jeremy Buegey and only Jeremy Buegey. Why can't Angel choose one and stick with him? (IF she's gonna pick someone at all!)
Bella's complete lack of interest in the opposite sex is more proof that Angel stole all the hormones! Running around, playing, and instigating anyone who is willing to be instigated is much more up Bella's alley. She's even perfected the instigation of Angel's relationships by deliberately and precisely, pushing Angel in front of the boys that make her ga-ga!
While Isaac is all boy and prefers to be rough-housing somewhere with other boys, he still makes time to ogle at a girl. The same girl he has had eye's for since preschool--Little Miss Kathy. (name also changed for anonymity) On more than one occasion, I have heard the tune float up from the back seat of the car.
"Two little love birds, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the baby in the baby carriage."
He knows not what he is singing, for the word he spells would surely cause him to blush if he pronounced it.
I'm still holding out hope that because there are three the same age, they will keep each other in check. If they continue to tell-all at the rate they tell-all now, I will know every little detail in each of their lives...
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I knew for sure it had grown when the guests started arriving, quickly filling every square inch of my backyard!
Chaos, clutter, and confusion didn't hold anyone back from having a good time! Even I was still smiling at the end! A bit exhausted, but still smiling!