Leigh vs. Laundry

Friday, October 8, 2010

Freakshow Friday : Bad Reception Edition

It's time for another installment of Freakshow Friday. Where I ask my readers to come up with a caption or story for a funny photo. My best friend will be the judge and she's one hilarious freakaziod. So, bring it! Here is this week's photo, this lady is a genius!

Wonda wonders why people keep
pointing remote controls at her.

You got a better one for me?

If so, you may just when this awesome award
and have bragging rights forever.

Oh...do I ever have an award for you!
You will win this brand spankin' new award!!

If you win then I'll linkup to your

Blog and make a big deal
about how funny you are.
Simply leave your funny caption or story
in my comments section.

The winner will be announced on Monday

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Shake what your mama gave you, I know that I always do.

The other day I made myself a simple little playlist
to listen to while I clean the kitchen or straighten up the house.
I've played it all this week and found myself
shaking my hips, smacking my ass, and smiling while I cleaned.
Koen and I hopped all over the kitchen this morning,
laughing and squealing as I loaded the dishwasher.

Life can be so sweet sometimes.

I just had to share it with you.
Go find someone you love and dance in the kitchen!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Thoughts on Motherhood :: Worrying

As my oldest son sprawled out on the exam table my heart started to race. Our pediatrician poked her way around his ribs and my mind lifted up a prayer. "Well, I don't think that it's anything that we need to be worried about." she said as I let out a huge sigh of relief. I had spent the weekend worrying and forcing Griffin to keep still while I inspected his ribcage over and over.

Let's go back a few days, I'm getting ahead of myself. It was Friday evening and Griffin was stripped down naked and singing while he sat on the toilet with the bathroom door wide open. This is a normal occurrence in our home and I looked down the hallway with a smile. I just love seeing his weird little moments. I happened to notice, in the midst of my admiration, that a shadow fell on his tummy in the bathroom light just beneath the left side of his ribs. It looked like something was protruding out of his ribcage ever so slightly. Of course, I grabbed him and started to feel the protrusion. It felt like his rib was curved maybe or did it feel like a mass? My mind began to race. Could it be a growth of some sort? My heart sank as I called Roger in to poke at him too. We must have looked like cavemen as we poked and rubbed Griffin's ribs with concerned looks on our faces. Did it feel like a lump or was it his bone? We both knew for sure that we felt something strange. The worrying began.

I did the worst thing a mother could do in this situation and turned to the Internet. Horror stories unfolded before me and I thought of the numerous blogs I have read that started with "I noticed a bump on my child" and ended with "we are now fighting for their life." I did not want to write up one of those blog posts. My imagination took over.

I spent a good part of Saturday thinking scary thoughts. I thought of the late nights when he's woken up scared and pondering death. I always tell him "You are safe, you are healthy, and you are going to live a very long life." I cringed at the idea of those comforting words not being true.
What a betrayal that would be, for me to tell him over and over in hopes of comforting him that he was healthy and then to suddenly have to tell him that I was wrong, my heart hurt just thinking about it.

This worry was actually a blessing though because it helped me to treasure my son. I began to see how often I rushed through our day. I noticed when Griffin was in the back seat rambling on and on about his little obsessions, how often I tuned out and replied with "Wow sweetie, that's amazing!" without really listening to him. My fear helped me to tune into his little world. A new awareness emerged as to how much I love Griffin's fantastic life being entangled with mine. I began to cherish his crazy ways. Suddenly, patience washed over me as he dawdled at the grocery store. Watching him pretend to be a stuntman on the deep freezers at Walmart seemed hilarious to me instead of annoying. I became aware of how I spoke to him and tried my hardest to speak patiently instead of my tendency to bicker with him. The worry sat in the back of my mind as I fell more and more in love with our life together.

Sunday night, as I plopped down on the couch to watch TV, the children were sleeping soundly in their beds and I had a moment to spend some time with my thoughts. I happened to glance over at a Christmas list that Griffin had made earlier that day and had left on the couch. As I read the list to myself I said a prayer. I prayed that we would have a wonderful Christmas and that we would all be at home, safe and sound. Prayers filled my heart as I began to see all the blessings that dwell within my family. Please let our visit to the pediatrician be the end of this journey and not the beginning of a journey that led to X-rays, biopsies, or treatment, I prayed. My heart skipped beats as I tried to convince myself that I was being ridiculous.

So, to my relief, it was a good report after all from the Doctor. His ribs are asymmetrical. It was his rib protruding and not a cancerous cyst. I probably just now noticed it because he recently had a growth spurt and is stretching out a bit. Suddenly, life felt normal again, in an instant. I feel for the mothers who don't get the good report and I have so much gratitude that we can move forward. That I was simply being overly indulgent in my worry and that it was not to be our reality.

It's easy to take birthdays and even simple hugs for granted. I will admit that I have a flare for the dramatic and a heart that is quick to worry. I'm almost ashamed to admit my fears when it comes to my children. I longed for these children my entire life before I had them. My days are spent loving them and caring for them. Now, after my weekend of worry, I've gotten a new perspective on Motherhood. I must love the connection we have as a family. Through all of the chaos, stress, and insanity that comes with having a five year old boy, there is a beautiful life here in my home.

 I cherish it more now.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Happiness Project :: Week 31

The clanking of pots and pans being
played with while dinner is cooked.

If you want to jump on the bandwagon
simply post a photo of something that
makes you wildly happy.
Then, steal my button up there
and include it in your post.
Please let me know if you decide to join in.
Don't forget to link up to Mr. Linky

Monday, October 4, 2010

Touchin' trucks and honkin' horns

We are trying to be frugal and do as many free activities as we can on the weekends.
It's amazing all the fun things that you can find to do in this world that don't cost money.
On Saturday we went to Touch a Truck Day.
Oh boy, my little whippersnappers had a blast!

There were all kinds of vehicles for them to climb in .

There was the city bus where Griffin pretended to be a business man on the way to work.

Koen tried his hand at some CB chatter.
We decided that his handle would be "The Drool Machine".
Please excuse his dribble,
were a bit slobbery these days.

Then Griffin contemplated the meaning of life on the back of a fire truck.

Did I mention that every single child felt the need to honk the horn in each vehicle?
It was a loud crescendo of honking, squealing, and spontaneous "vroom vrooms".

Touch a Truck day was a smashing success.

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We have a winner for this week's installment of Freakshow Friday. Please take note that my super hilarious and non biased best friend was the judge. Here are the top three in no particular order.

singedwingangel
Crouching Tiger with a soft spot for Fluffy paws of death..

Homesteadgirl
To survive the social pressures of Beverly Hills High,
exchange student Hi Lo knew he had to depend
on more than just his numb-chuck skills...he would need: a purse dog.

Kelly Lund and Kids
"Crouching Tiger hidden Terrier"

The winner is...
Kelly Lund and Kids