Reminder #1: Church Christmas programs. If you were at "the Creek", you totally understand (Mr. Miles, for example). In his first Oscar-award-winning perfomance: Ryan sat on the stage like a champ. No one can sit and glare better than my little guy. Yes, there were children younger than him singing and doing the motions all perfectly. Not Ryan...he stuck by his guns, no singing, no motions, just pure disgust. He looked like he WISHED he had a gun. Not a big surprise as my Mom reminded me that I was not exactly a Christmas angel myself: (a few years older than Ryan) I had a solo part and a few yahoos in my Sunday School class had the AUDACITY to sing along with me during my moment to shine!!! Can you believe it? Apparently I sang my heart out while giving them death glares, barely looking at the audience....and pronounced to all who could hear: "it was SUPPOSED to be a solo." Wow, real cool.
Silver lining: He looked ridiculously cute....if I may say so myself
Reminder #2: My kids eating habits. I slave over a hot stove (such a pathetic phrase) for 45 minutes making beef stroganoff. Do the kids eat it? Nope. Do they try it? Nope. Ryan chooses punishment over even taking one bite. Seth throws his on the floor. And then what happened? Glad you asked! I find them eating playdough. Yep, Seth demolished at LEAST a few bites of orange playdough and was begging for more. Lesson learned: my cooking is less tasty than playdough.
Silver lining: Pending.....still researching playdough ingredients - there's got to be SOMETHING nutritious in there, right? I bet all the Vitamin C is what gives it the bright orange coloring. Yes, that's it.
Reminder #3: Art projects are not very artful at all (to be read: full of anxiety, mess, lacking in logic, order, pattern, this is NOT okay with me). To ward off boredom, I decided to have some art time tonight. Ryan was put on earth to challenge my need for perfection. Thanks. Say it with me now: dip the brush in water, dip the brush in paint, place brush on paper, swipe, repeat. Ahh, peaceful, logical, beautiful. But nooooooooo, we have to dip the brush in ALL the paint colors in one by one: starting with black, ending in (gasp!) Yellow! Colors mixing, dripping, panic setting in. THEN we dip the brush in water, removing all paint from brush. Then spill water and drag sopping paintbrush across paper, resulting in a wet not-very colorful soggy "art project". It was actually painful seeing the purple end up in the yellow, the black in the green, it hurts me to even type it. I caught myself following behind the runaway paintbrush with a papertowel to clean up the missplaced colors. (I'm SICK, I know). Did he follow directions? Nope. Was he interested in my loving suggestions? Nope. Was my idea for a PERFECTLY peaceful and creative moment appreciated? Nope. He even asked me to "excuse me please Mommy". His kind way of telling me to go away and leave him alone.