When The Goose was a toddler, he refused to do any type of art projects unless he was wearing his artist outfit – a black beret and one of his dad’s old button-down shirts with the sleeves cut off. Back then, it seemed as though he spent more time getting his artist outfit on than he actually did painting!
These days, The Goose has a little more focus, and actually spends more time working on his drawings than he does making sure he looks the part. And while he loves his markers, crayons and watercolors, nothing beats coloring outside with sidewalk chalk… nothing, that is, except painting with homemade sidewalk chalk paint!
I am fortunate to be married to one of the smartest, most generous, and funniest men I’ve ever known. I’m also fortunate that our five-year-old son takes after him. My husband is also incredibly patient, not easily angered and he has a tendency to like everybody he meets… This is where The Goose takes after me.
My Kid Inherited My Worst Trait
I love my son. He can be so sweet, so loving, and so considerate. But every once in a while I see a side of him that I recognize all too well. The side that, no matter how much he tries to stop it, can’t be contained. And, because I am the same way, I can see it coming from miles away.
Since becoming a mom nearly six years ago, I’ve had big dreams for Mother’s Day. I always plan on not doing a thing all day. No cooking. No cleaning. No conflict resolution. No negotiations. Nothing! But these plans never pan out. Because, although the idea of doing absolutely nothing for the whole day seems appealing, I quickly remember that doing nothing today means I’ll be doing double work the next day. And that is not my idea of fun…
So we had a pretty normal Sunday. We went to church in the morning, and then to a few stores to look at patio furniture. Then my husband and The Goose went to the library while I stayed home and tried to relax. (This ended with me making a quick trip to the grocery store). When they got home The Goose and I called my mom to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day (I’d sent her gift in the mail last week). And then we had a nice dinner before settling in for our weekly tradition of watching America’s Funniest Home Videos. All in all, it was a good day.
I’m thankful that The Goose is not a picky eater. He counts tomatoes, mangoes and broccoli among his favorite foods, and he is always willing to try new things (which is more than I can say for myself).
Even though he’s not picky, I’m still finding that packing school lunches is a bit of a challenge. At home, most of his favorite lunch choices are “hot” foods, like quesadillas, macaroni and cheese and tacos. This means I have to be creative. But honestly, how many different ways can you spice up a plain old PB&J?
Exactly five years ago today I went into labor for the first time.
I was 31 weeks pregnant with The Goose when I began having contractions. My midwife told me to go to the hospital, and I was surprised to find out that I was in labor.
Like most kids I know, The Goose is always falling down. The knees on his pants are constantly ripping, and I find myself looking for creative ways to patch them.
One day, while I was searching the Internet for new ideas, I saw a cute monster face, and I immediately thought “I can’t sew. I shouldn’t even try this.” But I couldn’t help myself, and before I knew it, I was buying fabric, needles and thread. And the pants monster was born.
Friday is the start to our weekend, and I always plan something fun for us to do. Over the summer, we went to bounce houses, sprayscapes, beaches, plays, movies, miniature golf and more. All in the name of Fun Day Friday.
Fun Day Friday started as an accident. The Goose was taking swim classes every Friday morning, and we always ended up heading over to McDonald’s for lunch immediately after. I was tired of always doing the same thing, so one week I decided to change things up. I took The Goose to Subway for lunch and then to the park for a playdate with a few of his friends from school.