Sunday, June 24, 2012

Kids....they just make you smile

The kids went back to their mom's house a couple hours ago.  They can be a handful at times.  Other times you can't help but laugh.  Earlier today we had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch when we got home from church.  I also made chocolate pudding.  It's amazing how big of a mess a 3 year old can make with pudding and a spoon.  We left Aurora at the table eating her pudding.  About 5 minutes later I looked over and she had the pudding all over her face.  I was so cute, I couldn't help but snap a picture....
The dress did not make it through the ordeal, clean.... Not that I was expecting her to.  I changed her clothes.  Later she went back to the pudding and got the shirt that I changed her into and her face dirty again.  Fortunately, it was not bad enough that I was able to clean it up with a washcloth.  

Later, she found my shoes and was walking around in my high heels.  I guess we really do train our girls from a young age to like shoes.  A while back, Rory went put Aurora down for a nap in our room and closed the bedroom door.  On the back of our door I have a rack of about 30 pairs of shoes.  She was completely captivated by it.  She literally stared at it and said "SHOES!!!!"... LOL!

I know that both of the kids are really smart.  I am always more amazed when she asked me if she can play on my phone, managed to turn it on, swipe to unlock it, and switch to get to the screen where I have all of her games.  She easily opens her games, presses the home button to get out of the game (she hasn't figured out that the back button works better), and switches to a new game.  Every once in a while she will bring my phone to me saying, "it's not working".  In that case, she pressed a couple of wrong things.  Today she some how managed to go into the edit screen of my home screens.  Last time she did that, she actually somehow changed which screen was the main home screen.  This time, she managed to completely remove one of the screens and add a new one. I didn't notice until after she left and I went to go find my the camera icon and realized the screen was missing.   I guess kids will be kids.....

I wish I was Supergirl

I don't really wish I was supergirl....that would probably get pretty annoying having crazy super powers. I do wish I could fly-or at least hover in the air.  A couple weeks ago, I started one of the projects that has been on my list for 3 months now....hang pictures on our walls.  About a month ago I managed to hang a few empty frames and some pictures above our living room couch. The blank frames are still there.  The difficult part of hanging the frames to me is putting them on the wall so it looks aesthetically good.  I am kind of an asymmetrical person but I still like things to match and like seeing a pattern. (even if the pattern only makes sense in my head) To get an idea of what I had to use, I pulled almost all of the frames out of the closet....Rory had tons. Some of which were far to big for me to actually use so I left them in the closet.
I started out on the stairs. But, being my typical self, I wasn't about to start putting pictures up without somewhat of an idea of where I wanted to place things so I decided it would be a good idea to lay some out on the floor of our living room and then transfer them to the wall. Here is where I ran into my problem.  I realize that I am not the tallest girl out there. And NO that is not a complaint because I love that Rory is taller that me, especially when I wear my 4-5 inch high heels.  Hanging the pictures toward the top of the stairs was no problem for me. Now, as for the pictures along the wall as the stairs go down....Problem.  I can only reach so high at my towering 5'4".  Now, I have to wait for Rory to hang those pictures.  And I thought, I could do it all alone.....Side note: it's been 2 weeks since I hung the frames and Rory still hasn't hung the 2 small frames I wanted on the stairs.
 When we first moved into the apartment I talked to Rory about my desire to hang pictures.    The problem with that is, every time I want to start a "project" it's 8 or 9 at night and by that time Rory is ready to start "winding" down.  It drives him crazy that later in the evening, I am wanting to start a long project that requires thinking, particularly hanging pictures on the wall.  Hence, the reason why this project has never actually gotten done. If I was supergirl I could have flown or at least hovered in the air to hang those higher pictures alone. Ah well.... I managed to get the frames on the wall.  


A week later, I went through pictures of the kids, Rory, and myself and printed them at Costco.  I would have never guess that it would have taken so long to put pictures in frames and collages.  But all in an afternoon's work and I managed to get a picture in every frame. (minus the two frames Rory hasn't hung yet. ;) - maybe next year.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Lessons Learned

When I think back to the lessons I have learned in life that have made me who I am, I wonder if there was one specific moment that gave me a specific quality or was it a series of events over time that made me learn my lesson.  For example, honesty. As a child I remember two specific events where I made a dishonest decision and my parents used that decision to teach me a lesson.  The first one I remember was when I shopping at the grocery store one day with my mom. I took a small pack of gum and put it under my shirt when we were at the checkout stand.  When we got in the car, I climbed into the very back seat to open my gum.  My mother immediately turned around and asked me what I had.  I sheepishly held up the pack of gum.  She didn't yell at me but told me that it was stealing and it was wrong.  She also marched me right back into the store and made me give the gum back to the manager and apologize for stealing.

The next time I remember learning a lesson was when I took my dad's calculator over to my grandma's without his permission.  I believe they asked me if I knew where it was and I told them no. (because I didn't take it back home) Apparently, my grandma had made a back of my stuff and sent it home and they had that bag.  When they asked about it and showed me the bag, I had to admit that I had lied about it.  I think I had to come up with my own punishment, which was probably worse than they would have done.  Lesson learned.

Over the years, I have learned different lessons about life.  One in particular that has helped me in my marriage thus far.  Growing up, I can't remember any time that I remember my parents fighting. I know they had their disagreements because my mom had told me when I was older that there were times early on that she had wanted to give up.  At a cousin's reception a few weeks ago, my Uncle Ron told me about a time when my parents had gotten into a fight and my dad told my mom "We have two options: 1) we work it out, or 2) we get a divorce, and divorce isn't an option, so we have to work it out."  That kind of decision between my parents early on made it so my parents always found a way to work it out.  In order to do that, it takes communication.  I am grateful that I have learned how to communicate well so I can use that same skill in my marriage.  I know that things will not be perfect, but if I can talk to my husband about how I feel, we can both be happy.

I can't say that there was one particular incident that I remember that helped me express myself.  It could have been later on in life after I got out on my own and I had to experience life the hard way  or something else.  As I think about it, I think most of the lack of communication in general comes from fear of betrayal, rejection or being judged.  Some hold back how they feel because they don't want to hurt someone, but it ends up only hurting themselves in the end.  I do know that I have always had an invisible wall up to protect my own inner feelings.  Part of that wall came from the teasing I got growing up in elementary school when I got teased by my classmates because I was "different".  At that age, kids were/are just plain mean and I learned to wall up those hurt feelings.  The other part of the wall is just because I am human.  It takes a lot for me to let that guard down and very few people have been able to see the side of me that makes me tick.  Rory is one of the few people that I can honestly say, knows every little detail and I can't be more grateful for it.

Now, that I have gotten slightly sidetracked, communication by itself can't be successful if you can't learn to listen.  I can say how I feel over and over and it's not going to change anything if I don't listen to the other person and what they have to say.  I feel like I have always been that friend that my friends always felt that they could go to when they needed a friend to listen to them.  I don't know if it was because they knew I wouldn't judge them or if it was because they knew I could just listen.  I would occasionally try to offer my thoughts but for the most part, I was there as a friend.  Maybe, I was good at listening because deep down, I was being the kind of person I felt I needed most and if I could be that person for someone else, that was good enough for me.  I have always had the desire to reach out to people to help them or change their lives. That the reason why I chose Music Therapy as my degree when I originally when to college.  I loved the program and my clinical classes.  I still remember doing therapy sessions where I left knowing, I helped someone that day.  That's why I love my job now.  I may not be doing therapy but I love seeing the residents at my community every day and saying hello to them.  I know that my smile and friendly hello may makes their day.

There I go, on another tangent.  Listening and communication: two qualities that I have found so important to me.  I am thankful that I have the ability to use both of them because I know it will make my marriage better as Rory and I find our differences.  I am thankful that he listens to me and does what he can to communicate how he feels and that we both want to make each other happy.