Keeping up with the Joneses

…I had an awful week at work. I am not used to working in the corporate world (started in August) and had to deal with some very uncomfortable situations that were very trying on me as a person.

I learned how hard it is to leave work at work. I often came home and felt angry - and the kids noticed. Ethan simply noted, “Mommy, you’re so angry…” From then on I really tried to focus on them when I was home, and remember that whatever injustices I am facing at work, it is just as unfair to take it out on them by being less of the mother I am.

So this morning before I went to work and this evening when I got home, I made it a point to have a lot of FUN with them while doing the usual - getting them dressed and feeding them, putting away clothes, doing laundry, dishes and vacuuming… I made everything a game, the way I sometimes do, the way I hadn’t been doing all week. They were very happy with that, and though work has me all torn up inside, their smiles are like little band-aids…

Our beautiful daughter, Jocelyn, has difficulty with speech.  She has come a long way, and we are so proud of her for attempting to tell us what she wants.  The other day, she was very determined to have “wicky wiggets”.  I could not figure out what she wanted for a few very frustrating minutes!  Finally, she pointed to McDonald’s — and I realized she wanted chicken nuggets.  I am not a fan of fast food for kids, but I went ahead and got her the wicky wiggets, some apple dippers and milk, which she really enjoyed!!

Our 3-year-old son, Ethan, often declares what he will be when he grows up.  Most of the time, he just tells me he will be bigger than I am, and the professions he chooses are usually related to a story we’ve just read or something they are discussing in school (during “space week” he wanted to be an astronaut).

Tonight, out of the blue, he told me he was going to be a firefighter (which sounded like “fighter fighter”).  He is always concerned about his sister, Jocelyn, so he pondered what she would be.  After a pensive  4  seconds, he decided she would be a “diarrhina” - his version of  ballerina.   I tried not to laugh!

Welcome to our blog! We are new at this and hope that we can give updates now and then…. Enjoy!