Traveling with Toddlers

In a word? Don’t.

We made it back from our big Disney Extravaganza yesterday. Well.
Today, actually. If you wanna get technical. And I do. The kids did
great on vacation. But traveling was hard on all of us.

I’m going to save the warm and fuzzy details for my warm and fuzzy
posts about the trip. This post is for the Traveling. Which was
neither warm nor fuzzy. And may have included me having a nervous
breakdown in the Denver airport.

Going out was… interesting. I mean, all in all, it was pretty
smooth considering. But we weren’t used to traveling at that point
and the whole business just had us frayed before we even got on the
plane, I think. We left fairly early on Wednesday morning. Kile’s
co-worker who lives near us came by and rode with us in the van down
to the airport where we unloaded our junk and the carseats and she
took the van to work with plans to leave it at our house on her way
home from work, picking up her car which was parked there. Make
sense? Everyone with me so far? Good?

The carseats… were a pain. I mean, I know we needed to have them.
But lugging them through the airport was AWFUL. I had the bruises to
show for it too! We hadn’t purchased Evie her own seat (since she can
qualify as a free “lap child”) but were able to score her a seat on
the plane anyhow so we brought her seat on the plane with us. And
that was hard! Pushing a stroller and carrying a carseat along with
the other carry ons was a nightmare, but then having to carry Evie
(having left the stroller at the jetway) and the carseat on the plane?
OMG. There are no words. I’m already starting to block it from my
memory, it was so bad.

And the moment the plane started moving, Evie got upset. And I’m
talking pulling back from the jetway. The stewardess finally told me
as we were taking off that I could take her out of her seat and hold
her. So I did and that chilled her out. So much that she started to
fall asleep so I put her back in her seat and that was all well and


The boys were fine and dandy and other than Liam’s propensity for
kicking the back of Evie’s seat, he did pretty well too. Harry soon
discovered that flying was pretty cool and he liked ordering soda from
the stewardess and getting packets of peanuts and cookies.

We went first to Los Angeles, which seemed counter-intuitive. But
whatever. I saw the Hollywood sign as we were landing and tried to
point it out to Harry but he couldn’t see it. We landed and felt
rather smug for surviving our first (short) flight. We didn’t have to
get off the plane because even though it was stopping, we were riding
the same flight clear through to Orlando. Or so we thought.

While chatting with a fellow passenger, we found out that our plane
was busted. Oh yes. Busted. And at first, we weren’t sure when
they’d be able to find another plane for us to use since fixing the
current one was not going to happen anytime soon. But before I could
properly figure out how to react to this, they found us a plane. And
it was at another gate! Clear across the LAX airport. Soooo… we
unstrapped the carseats and tried to book it as fast as we could to
the other gate. We were following the flight crew and they promised
to get us on board. But at the gate, the agent there was a crabby
wench and made us wait and then snapped at us and was generally rude
to everyone she spoke to. We were finally let on board and scored new
seats and all was well.

The next leg was to Phoenix and was pretty uneventful. We landed. We
took off. Blah blah blah. The kids were getting used to it by now
and this time Evie only had minor complaints. But the flight from
Phoenix to Orlando was a long one and with the bumpy ride over the
gulf (wee!) I wasn’t sure we’d EVER get there! But we did, and landed
just as the sun was going down. The Orlando airport is all kinds of
awesome and we were easily able to find baggage claim. I hung out
there, grabbing our bags, while Kile went and got our rental car. It
was when we got outside baggage claim to get into the car that I had
full understanding of the heat and humidity. And this was after the
sun had gone down. GULP.

We found directions on my iPhone and drove to my parents condo for the
night. The whole toll road thing blows my mind. They really know how
to soak the tourists, don’t they? The whole east coast does that…
do regular residents/commuters find non-toll roads to use? Or how
does that work? Cuz I can’t imagine having to deal with that on a
daily basis. Bah!


The trip home was something else entirely. I made a decision that we
would check Evie’s carseat. I simply could not comprehend trying to
deal with it again. I had been having intermittent wrist pain all
week long (a result of not knitting? I have no idea.) the carseat
would have been too much. We had more stress than usual since we were
flying Southwest and they don’t have a sweet hookup with Disney like
some of the other airlines. Other people pack up their bags on the
boat and then don’t see them until they land at home. NOT US!

Oh, and we had to get off the boat at the asscrack of dawn. We were
up at 6am, at breakfast at 6:45 and then they made it clear they
wanted us off the boat ASAP. We tried to hang around as long as we
could but ended up on transfer bus around 9am. The trip to the
airport was quick and we were there by 9:30. We got our bags up to
the check in counter only to find out… you can’t check bags if your
flight is more than four hours away from taking off. Our flight was
scheduled at 4:20 so… yeah. We rented one of those Smarte Carte
things, loaded it up (you should have seen it! WHY didn’t I take a
picture??) and headed out. The airport is basically a MALL so we had
no trouble keeping ourselves occupied for a while. Especially once we
found the rest of my family hanging out. NO one had flights that were
leaving anytime soon.

Note to self (and anyone else planning a similar vacation): DO NOT
hesitate to schedule your flight earlier in the day! 12:30/1pm would
have been PERFECT. CURSE YOU, late flight!!

After Kile finally was able to check the bulk of our baggage, we
grabbed lunch at the food court (see? MALL!) and I was finally able
to try the infamous Chik fil-A. I had a chicken sandwich that was
mighty tasty. We browsed around the shops after that, and I was
mighty tempted to buy yet MORE Disney goodies at the Disney store
there. I showed restraint but even now, I’m sorta wishing that I
hadn’t. There was the cutest Tinkerbell coffee mug!

Anyhow, after that we braved security which had a whole bunch of
people from other countries going through. More than usual, I would
say. But by that point, I was so used to people from other countries
and foreign accents that I’m surprised I even noticed. Security was a
lot smoother than in Reno, simply because we were “old pros” at that
point. We found our gate and set up camp near some electrical outlets
so we could charge up our phones some more. We said goodbye to the
remaining family members and it wasn’t long before our flight boarded.
It went a lot smoother for me without the carseat. The bad news is,
it was a very full flight and every seat was taken so there wasn’t
much room to set her down or anything.

We took off a little late because there was some weather in the area.
But nothing awful and we were able to land almost on time in Denver.
Evie didn’t sleep a wink the whole flight and was extremely wriggly.
But we managed.

I have to say right now that I have extremely negative feelings about
the Denver airport. I like Denver. I do not like Denver’s airport.
There is ALWAYS turbulence (but then, there is in Reno too), but more
than that it’s the whole layout of the airport. The wasted space, the
inefficiency, the uselessness of the second floor “waiting” area.
WTF, Denver?

This is where we realized just HOW stupid our flight schedule was. We
were on the last flight from Denver to Las Vegas, which was then
continuing to Reno. And as such, we had to wait. There was a flight
from Philadelphia that had been delayed by weather and as luck would
have it, 30 or so people from that flight were on our Vegas flight.
So… we waited. We already had a 2 1/2 hour layover (and ate at a
restaurant that turned out to be exceedingly expensive). Add on
another hour. On top of tired children and parents and we were just
ready to be home. I didn’t handle it well. I was frustrated. I fell
in the trap of counting up the hours we’d been awake, how many hours
until we could be home. It was overwhelming. Liam and Evie had had
it. Harry was exhausted. I was beyond tired. We were all just DONE.

We finally got on the plane and got up in the air. Evie fell asleep
before we even took off so she was taken care of. I still had to hold
her, which meant my arms fell asleep. But at least she slept. She
woke when we landed in Vegas, but fell asleep as we took off for Reno.
Praise be! Liam slept too, which was great. He had slept most of
the way from Orlando to Denver too so Kile made out pretty well on
that deal. Harry slept on my shoulder the majority of the time. But
as we landed in Reno, he was awake and had the biggest smile I think
I’d seen on him all week. He wanted to be up in his bed so bad and I
couldn’t blame him.

Baggage claim in Reno is notoriously slooooooooow. Harry and I waited
for bags while Kile went out to look for his co-worker who had again
graciously offered to ferry us. That was a small mercy, let me tell
you! We FINALLY got our bags and FINALLY were on our way homeward.
It was after 1am by the time we got home. I could barely see
straight. Evie was interested in a diaper change and then BED. She
was out before she hit the crib mattress. Liam complained for maybe a
minute before dropping off. Harry was dead to the world. It took
Kile and I NO time at all to fall dead asleep.

And that… as they say… is that. We made it there and back in one
piece. That, my friends, is amazing. Flying with toddlers is a pain
unlike anything else. It’s just damn lucky that this whole trip made
it SO WORTH IT. Details to follow!

In which I talk of many things including the weather

I FINALLY saw “Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince” last night.  Since we just asked for our money back at the drive in (I won’t be going back THERE, thankyouverymuch), Kile suggested I take Harry while he stayed home with the little ones.  We went to the theaters down at the Summit Sierra mall.  I’d almost forgotten what it was like to watch a movie in a REAL theater.  It’s been a while.

Anyhow, I’m not going to go into big details here just in case there is someone out there who is as unlucky as me and hasn’t seen it yet.  But… yeah.  I liked it, for the most part.  I loved the way it was directed, the cinematography, the whole ATMOSPHERE of the movie seemed right on to me.  But there were some changes.  Things left out, things added in…. A lot of it made me want to tear my hair out, to be perfectly honest.  If anyone out there has seen it, feels the same, and wants to discuss it, just email me and we can discuss at great length what we liked and what we hated.  Sound good?


On the other hand, it was really nice going to see a movie with Harry like that.  We grabbed McDonald’s at the drive through on the way down to the theater and ate in the car.  Harry made a fine companion and it was nice to get to spend time with just him for a change.  He and I used to spend all sorts of time together.  I took him everywhere with me when he was little.  He was my sidekick.  We never get to do that anymore.

I would like to make this movie thing a semi-regular thing.  Maybe one a month or every two months?  Just he and I, out to the movies.  That would be so much fun!


I woke up this morning to overcast skies.  I cannot express to you how happy this makes me.  No sun = some relief from blistering heat.  I’m sure it’ll still be unpleasantly warm, but at least the sun isn’t out, making it worse.

Sadly, I doubt it will last.  The sun will come out and force it’s rays upon us.  But for now, I’m enjoying the dim.

Shoot, in the movie last night, I found myself gazing fondly at the screen during the snowy-winter scenes.  Oh, snow.  How I miss you!  How I love the sight of snow-covered mountains and snow falling and the crunch under your feet….

Damnit.  I want winter back.


I’m ignoring about 90% of my Facebook friends today.  Sorry, y’all.  But if you’re going to insist on posting about traveling to BlogHer, seeing people at BlogHer, being excited about BlogHer, etc and so forth?  I’m going to have to stick my fingers in my ears and go, “LA LA LA LA!!”

Nothing personal.


I hear my little girl waking up upstairs so I best go fetch her.  I haven’t seen her since about 5:30 last night so I’m actually looking forward to getting some cuddles in, as I’m sure she is too.

She really is quite snuggle-icious.

Enjoy your Thursday, all!

Sucker Punch

I did something unwise as we were going to bed last night. I fired up Safari on my iPhone to catch up on a couple blogs while Kile tucked the boys in and got into bed himself. This was a poor idea because I read something that brought me to my knees. That sucked the air from my lungs. That made me feel like I was going to throw up. That caused me to cry and ache and alarm my poor husband.

Maddie died last night.

If you haven’t been reading Mamasphor, you may not know Maddie. But I’ve been reading about her and her family for quite a while now. And while I knew that her prematurity gave her a lot of health issues, she was still a vibrant, happy little girl. Not too much older than Evie. I would get nervous whenever Maddie was sick, particularly this last fall when she was hospitalized. But she recovered.

And now? Now…

I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, think of this beautiful little girl and her poor parents. Kile tried to distract me, and it sorta worked. Instead I found myself all upset and enraged about this kid who has been stealing food out of Harry’s lunch at school.  That’s productive, huh?

And when I heard Evie cry and moan over the monitor? Instead of willing her to fall back to sleep like I normally would, I leapt out of bed to retrieve her. I held her tight, reveling in her weight. In her health.  I kissed her head and stroked her hair and cried for a poor baby girl and a mama who won’t get to do that with her daughter ever again.

It’s not fair.  It’s not right.

There isn’t much I or anyone else can do.  But what I can do is donate the paltry amount currently residing in my PayPal account to her March of Dimes campaign and join the walk.  And I shall do both.   How about you?

UPDATE: Heather’s (aka mamaspohr) blog has been down for the better part of the day.  To hear why and what has been done about it, read this.

I continue to be just heartsick about this.  I cannot concentrate on anything.  I weep for a child I never knew.


A blog is a funny thing.  It’s easy to read someone’s blog and because you are getting daily (or nearly daily) updates on this person’s life, you can therefore easily believe that you know more about this person and their life than you actually do.  It’s an easy mistake to make.  After all, you have no idea what details the blogger is leaving out.  A person’s blog is a VERY subjective thing.  There could be five major things that happen to a person that day and they could only mention one.  Or none and instead choose to talk about the weather.  As a reader, you are following what that blogger wants to share and are kept in the dark about what they don’t.

Such is the case with me as well.  Particularly when it comes to my children.

Don’t get me wrong.  I can understand the average reader wondering WHY I don’t talk about my oldest very often.  Does he even exist anymore?  Is she ignoring him in real life as much as she does on her blog?

And that’s the dangerous path right there.  Does love = blog exposure.  Certainly NOT.  You can hardly judge how much value is placed on a person due to how much a person talks about them on their blog.  I think of several bloggers who rarely mention their husbands because the husband has ASKED not to be mentioned.  And then the readers then wonder if she really is married, does she even care about her husband?  Is there DRAMA here that we can wonder about?

I hope you see how silly this line of thinking is.

I didn’t have my blog when Harry was very young.  But walking through our home, 90% of the pictures on the walls include him in his various stages of life.  Harry was the center of our world for MANY years.  And the harder it was for us to have another child, the more we held him to us.  I used to take him to get professional pictures done every month or so for the first two years of life.  I would take him to storytime at the library, MOPS, the park… He made me a mother and that holds a special place in my heart.  But he IS nine years old and in the third grade.   He needs more privacy now.  I don’t want something I write about him today to be the thing that gets him picked on at school tomorrow.  I make a studious effort to recognize and respect this.

I did have the blog when Liam was young.  If you notice the tag cloud in my sidebar, LIAM is the tag with the largest font.  Which means he has been mentioned more than just about anything else (at least since I’ve been doing tags).   Just look back at my archives for 2006-2007.  During his first year of life, my posts were filled with stories and musings and photos, photos, photos.  I love myself a baby, you know.  And I love photographing babies, while they still lay around and LET you photograph them.  I’d say about 10-20% of the photos on our walls have Liam in them.  I haven’t had as many professional pictures taken of him, but I did take a few of the photos I took of him, print them out and hang them up.

The thing is, Liam is 2 1/2.  He’ll be three in a few months.  This is pretty much THE MOST ANNOYING AGE EVER.  For any kid.  He is a challenge and a struggle.  This does not mean we do not love him.  It means he EXHAUSTS me.  I figured out that I spend the majority of my day dealing with him in one way or another.  Kissing his booboos when he falls (he is the clumsiest child alive), disciplining him when he deliberately disobeys me or thwacks Evie on the head for the 15th time that day, trying to get him to eat, changing him, dealing with naps, letting him sit on my lap when he’s feeling needy… He’s a different child than Harry was.  He requires a lot more energy.  And often, when it comes time to write on my blog, I don’t talk about him because I NEED A BREAK.  The mental break of not discussing him helps a lot.  Again, this does NOT mean that we don’t love him.  Quite the opposite.  He charms and delights us on a daily basis.

And, let’s face it.  Evie is the baby.  Like I said, I love babies and I love to photograph and muse about them until the cows come home.  I’ve often said that thank goodness Evie was a girl because otherwise she might not get any attention at all.  She would have the blog posts, the stories, the musings and the photographs.  Because I love babies.  But as it is she is in TWO photographs on our walls here at home and both of those are either family portraits or taken with her brothers.  She has zero representation by herself.  And I haven’t done a thing with her baby book in MONTHS.  And often I have to leave her to play while I deal with Liam.  And yes, I do generally work more with her than the boys but again with the BABY thing as well as the NURSING thing (she will NOT take any sort of plastic nipple, no matter how hard I’ve tried).  When we go out as a family on the weekend, I generally wrangle Evie while Kile wrangles Liam.  It works easier that way.  Which isn’t to say that if Liam needs me that I completely ignore him.  Just that Kile puts him in his car seat while I put Evie in hers so that we’re not standing out there in the parking lot all day while I do both.  Heh.  Makes more sense that way, don’t you agree?

When anyone suggests, no matter how benignly, that perhaps I have a preference for one child over the others, that hurts me deeply.  I’m sure other mothers who have more than one child can understand what I mean when I say that.  I doubt it is possible to love one child more than the others.  I love all of them and yes, in different ways.  The way I love Liam is entirely different than the way I love Harry or Evie.  This is because of their wildly different personalities.  Sure I feel different, but that doesn’t mean what I feel isn’t love.  And I simply cannot conceive of anyone even HINTING that a preference exists.  It is a cruel thing to say.  CRUEL.  Not just to me but to my children.

I have been wondering what the answer is, if any.  What do I do?  Not talk about ANY of my children, for fear of slighting one or more and thereby inciting the naysayers?  What would that mean to this blog as it is a mommy blog and I generally am here to talk about being a mommy and that sorta requires talking about children?  I’m not sure what to do.  How to evolve this blog while I myself am evolving as a mother.  No more babies, that’s for sure, so who do I talk about?  Do I “schedule” days that I talk about each child?  That sounds perilously close to work.  And if there’s one thing I despise, it’s feeling like blogging is WORK.


So I think the only thing I can do is to just keep on and talk about what strikes me.  Whether it be Liam or Evie or even Harry.  Or none of the above.  It’s all I can do.  But I never want to hear again that maybe I have a preference for any one child above the other.  Ever.

Much fun was had by all

We’re in the process of packing up the van so we can head back home (well, if I want to be totally honest, Kile is packing the van while I nurse Evie so she’ll sleep on the road).

It’s a bit later start than we’d usually like, but sometimes these things can’t be helped.

We had a great time this weekend. I got a LOT of knitting done, Harry worked on a lot of Cub Scout stuff with his uncle and cousins, Evie had an utterly fabulous birthday party and Liam threatened to send each and every one of us to the funny farm. All in all, I’d say it was a sucess.

Now we have a good five hour road trip ahead of us (lots more knitting!) before we’re back home. I’m always anxious to move forward; once the decision is made to go, I don’t like to dawdle.

At any rate, it’s about time to go. You all be good while I’m traveling, you hear?

Maybe I should stop trying

I’m a tad annoyed this evening. The children, for the most part, were atrocious this evening. Harry included. So when it came time to put the wee ones to bed, Kile suggested that Harry go to bed too. Sounded good to me!

I come downstairs from getting Evie to bed andfind Harry watching TV. I remind him he was supposed to go to bed. But he wanted to watch a show! I had him DVR it and sent him packing. Kile came downstairs a while later from playing computer games and we got on with our evening.

When we came to bed, a short while ago, I saw the overhead light was on. Harry is pretty much the only one who turnson the overhead in our room. I tried to think why’ve would have come in here. That’s when I noticed the remote control had been moved. I stormed about how Harry is so disrespectful, especially to me, these days.

This was when Kile admitted that be told Harry he could watch TV.

That’s when my head exploded into a thousand pieces. The end.

Seriously, though. Way to undermine my influence there, dearest. No wonder the child doesn’t listen to a thing I say (Liam either, for that matter). He always goes to Kile if he doesn’t like my answer. Always.

Well, I’m sick of it. I don’t know what else to do other than just stop trying. I’ll just let Kile deal with all this crap from now on. The only thing is that guess who gets to deal with the aftermath the most, day in and day out?



Happy Wednesday ya’ll.  Though I’m not sure what there is to celebrate what with there being no new “Lost” tonight.

That’s not right, yo.

Harry is sick, sick, sick.  He’s been nursing a cough for the last week now and I’m starting to realize that I’ve become THAT parent. You know, the one who sends her kid to school where he infects all his poor defenseless classmates and they all get sick too?  Don’t worry, I think it’s backfired for me because it would appear that Evie and Liam are getting The Plague too.  SIGH.  He stayed home yesterday and even though I was cruel and had him go back to school this morning, he was sent home this afternoon.  I think I officially FAIL.

But in better times (aka: Two Days Ago), Kile took this picture of Harry wearing his new duds.  My boy is a Scout, yo.


So cute.

Evie’s first birthday (NEXT WEEK! ZOMG) outfit is coming along nicely.  I have the diaper and matching shippers and now I have the knit capris too.  (I did NOT knit these, fyi, I am not that talented.)  I plan to embelish her pink tshirt with some of the fabric that matches the diaper and the shoes and I have a bow for her headband.  I think I’m going to have to give up on the tutu but it’s probably for the best.  She’s gonna be pretty freakin’ cute.

Kitty Kitty Capris

And in case you were concerned about him, Liam still exists.  I know, I’m shocked too.  He has been SUCH a turd lately.  There have been more than one occasion where I have been quite literally at my wits end over him.  He’s lucky he’s cute.


I am still deeply in love with my camera and with themoon nearing fullness (or was it full last night?), I had my first good opportunity to take a picture of the moon.  I used my new and compact tripod and a buttload of zoom but I think it came out pretty nice for my first try.


Also, in case you were wondering: Evie is adorable.

That is all.


Take it easy guys… and check in on my craft blog here shortly as I plan to post some of the super-crafty things I have been up to the last couple of days.  I promise it’s just positively SCINTILATING.

Pick your battles

So I haven’t posted in a couple of days.  It’s been a rather weird week around here.  I’m doing a LOT of knitting (look for a post on my craft blog later today regarding my latest finished project!) as I have a LOT of knitting to do.  Also:  children are driving me INSANE.

Harry went back to school on Monday and not a moment too soon.  He’s a good kid, mostly.  But his influence has been devastating on Liam’s behavior.  In the last week Liam has figured out how to: knock down the gate at the bottom of the stairs, climb out of his crib, climb out of his pack n play, get up into Harry’s loft-style bed and climb the gate into the kitchen.


For a while, I just let Liam go play upstairs with Harry.   This wasn’t great while Evie was trying to nap up there though. Then Kile reinforced the gate and also purchased a gate for the top of the stairs because of the whole “climbing out of cribs” thing.

Climbing out of his crib has been the biggest thing.  He hasn’t figured out opening doors yet, thank GOD for THAT.  We got some doorknob locks but don’t want to put them on until we absolutely have to.  Hence the gate at the top of the stairs.  No, the biggest issue is keeping Harry awake.  Liam started these shenanigans on Sunday night, just before Harry was to start back at school.  I eventually had to go up and lay the smack down and all told it took about an hour to get Liam to bed that night.  SUCK.  Monday wasn’t much better.  Tuesday was a NIGHTMARE.

So last night, we just said, “Screw it.”

On Monday afternoon, I discovered Liam had crawled out of his crib during naptime and had made himself cozy in Harry’s bed (with all his stuffed animals and books to keep him company, of course).

Big Brother's Bed

Turns out, he could climb into Harry’s bed.  And he really wanted to be there too.  On Tuesday night, after we’d thought he’d gone to sleep in his crib, Kile found Liam curled up at the foot of Harry’s bed when he went to tuck them in.  So this got us thinking.  Who cares if Liam gets in Harry’s bed?  I don’t care.  Kile doesn’t care.  The only one who cared was Harry.  And he was caring less and less every day.

So last night, we devised a different strategy.  If Harry got annoyed at Liam, he could go lay down in our room and we’d wake him and move him back to his room when we went to bed.  But otherwise, just let him crawl in bed.  And that’s just what he did.  When Kile went in to tuck the boys in, he found Liam curled up next to Harry’s back, his head on the pillow, snoozing away peacefully.  He placed Liam back in his crib and Liam stayed there the rest of the night.

Best of all, there was no drama.  We didn’t have to fight Liam, Harry didn’t freak out, Liam didn’t bawl.  It was nice and quiet and simple.  Everyone, in the end, was happy.  (And we got to watch “Lost” with a minimu of interruptions.)

It was a great example of picking your battles.  Did we REALLY care where Liam slept?  Nope.  Not really.  Was it worth driving ourselves crazy over it?  Definitely not.

We imagine sleeping in Harry’s bed will be a temporary thing, while the novelty is still there.  In the meantime, we need to research bunk beds for the boys to share as it’s painfully obvious that Liam is outgrowing his crib.  And I get to save my angst for the battles that really matter.  LIke this climbing over the gate into the kitchen thing.  That has GOTTA stop.

"Normal" kids

(OMG, I thought I posted this on FRIDAY.  Apparently… I didn’t.  So here it is now.  TWO days later.  I suck.)

Today was a busy day that had a lot of things for us to get done out of the house. On the way home, Kile and I got to talking about “normal” kids. And how THANK GOD, so far our kids don’t seem entirely normal.

When kids are little, I think EVERYONE strives for normality. The parents, the kids, society…

But the fact of the matter is that quirky kids, most of the time, make awesome adults. When you’re a kid, it’s all about fitting in and not standing out in a crowd. Parents worry if their child seems different from other kids because maybe that will mean they’ve done something wrong. Society m mistrusts anything or anyone they can’t lable neatly or otherwise compartmentalize.

I noticed it when Harry first started school. There were the other kids that all seemed to fall in line so neatly. And then there was Harry, who would suffer a mental collapse if someone asked for a turn on the tricycle before we was done with it. I worried about him. I wondered how my sensitive, quirky child would ever fit in.

I think I worried because I too was a quirky child. I struggled a lot while growing up because I could never seem to quite fit in. And it’s natural for a mother to want her children to have it better, easier, than she did.

Of course, I have to remind myself that his quirky perosnality will make him a more interesting adult.  And his ability to entirely himself is part of what makes me love him.  Would I want him to change?  Not on your life.

Though it might be nice if when I ask him to carry a glass to the kitchen for me, quickly, and to not look down inside the glass while he’s doing this, that he actually LISTEN to me instead of looking down at the glass, seeing the spider sitting inside it and throw it across the kitchen and basically act like a complete nutjob.

He's going to support me in my old age

In lieu of a more pithy post today, I am going to share a little video I took yesterday on my (new and fabulous) camera of Harry playing Rock Band 2.  I’d like to say he’s done more on his break from school than that but… not really.  Oh well, at least the constant playing is having a positive effect on his ability.  He played this on “Expert” (which, to those of you who are familiar with Rock Band, it’s as hard as it gets):

It’s not flawless, of course. Because he IS human (and only nine). But this is much better than I would do on the same song (which is miss each and every note on EASY… guitar is not my forte) (neither is drums, come to think of it). Anyhow, just wanted to send out mad props to my man Harry for his tubular Rock Band skillz. Rock on, little man!