It's Tea Time in Texas

Eric was home so we decided to take the kids to downtown Nacogdoches for what I'm sure will prove to be a historic day - Tea Party Day - April 15, 2009.

I tried my best to explain to them what the purpose was of this day. It makes me wonder what parents told their little ones during the time of the Boston tea party? I'm not sure they really understood - but I'm sure they will recall it when they are older and their little skulls full of mush will fall on their knees thanking their parents for raising them to love their country and say "no" to tyranny. Ugh, well, a mom can hope anyway! I can always just blame it on Rush, right?!

http://www.ketknbc.com/news/tea-time-in-nacogdocheslufkin

Determined Children

For any and all parents that I once said the following to:
"Dr. Dobson says that all children will rebel at some point in their lives whether they are 3-or 30. So even though it's harder on parents, it's much better to have a strong-willed child because you can mold and shape them." Well, you can just go ahead and slap me now!!!!!!!! That was said by a mom who had two pretty compliant - albeit eccentric and slightly OCD - children.

Enter Bob (I call him that due to his tomato top hair). He came into the world letting us know that he had arrived. Wait, let me back-up....if you ever, EVER feel your baby around 10 weeks gestation (which people will tell you is impossible)...know you are in for a ride!!!!!!!

Speaking of hair. Monday we went to the eye doctor and they had a huge mirror on the wall. Upon seeing how crazy his hair was I did what every good mother does, I wet my hand and smoothed it down. My little determined urchin proceeded to grab his hair and pull it straight out again. I never thought I'd pick my battles with a 10 mos. old.

To Read Again...

You know what I miss most about being a child - reading at all times of the day whenever the fancy hit me.

Reading well into the night without a thought of how it would affect the coming day.

You know what I regret? Not reading more. Not reading a variety.

And somewhere along the way - between diapers and spelling lists, giving up that part of me for the false allusion that one day I’d have more time.

If I’m learning anything in my 33rd year it is this - if you want it you’re gonna have to take it. The time to read is not going to just appear. The clock is not going to stop. The kids are not going to quietly care for themselves at precisly 2:00 p.m. so that I can sit down to a clean, quiet house and emerse myself into a good book. No, I’m going to have to carve out time, to prop my bleary eyes open and force my brain to soak it in.

I think that’s one reason I’m becoming such a dull person.

Mentally, verbally, etc.

I MUST read.

So any suggestions

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