Today Was a Good Day

Occasionally I have one of those days that are wonderful. One of those days when I do most things right. I spend the one on one time with the kids that I always mean to, we learn a lot, we have fun, we make great memories. Those Great days don't happen all that often and so I started blogging in part to document those good days to help me remember that raising small children is not always hard. I have a friend who blogged about a Great day she had and called it, "I was a Mother Today". In it she talked about all the great things she did that day and I LOVED the post. How awesome that she could celebrate her really good day. We need to do that as mothers. So much of what we do can feel like drudgery and so I applauded her for sharing. However, there were others that didn't feel that way. She was maligned for "bragging" because it made others feel bad about themselves. All I can say to those people is-Pulease! Grow up. So, for posterity's sake, for my own need to remember the good days and to thumb my nose at those who would malign me for tooting my own horn, HERE GOES!

Today the boys got their jobs done so early that we had time to read a story from the Friend before Mr. President went to school.

I managed a trip to the grocery store with no altercations and Blue Jeans got to sit in the "car" cart for the very first time and he didn't even fall out! He just turned the steering wheel and honked his little horn like an old pro. He thought he was a very big cheese.

I helped Go Go write his very own book just because he wanted to and we illustrated it and printed it up on the computer. It was all about an Orange Race Car-of course. Here is his novel, in all its literary finery;

The Race

We want to win the race. We have an orange car with a wing that goes faster. And we think the other race cars are not faster. We think we will win the race. And then we'll get the trophy.

The End

He was so proud of that little story that he read it all day long saying over and over again, "I LOVE this BOOK!". He is now sleeping with it by his pillow.

I played the card game War with Mr. President, which he won "again" and then we read the amazing Chronicles of Narnia popup book we got from grandma.

The boys love to cuddle with me in the morning upstairs in my bed and we haven't had as many chances to do that since Pres. started school. But today I managed to cuddle with the boys by combining cuddle time with story time and we had a cozy time upstairs in my bed reading Farmer Boy. We learned all about the hard work it takes to make sugar and plant potatoes. I got to point out what a hard worker Almanzo Wilder was at the young age of 9. "Can you believe that Almanzo was harrowing whole fields all by himself?" "Did you notice that his dad didn't have to stand over him and keep him on task?" "Isn't that great?!" Gotta love those great literary examples!

It was a beautiful sunny day and so the boys got to play outside in our backyard with the blossoms blooming above them. Then we started out on a bike ride only to realize that it was maybe just windy enough for the kites I'd been saving for a windy day. We pulled them out and tried to find a big field nearby but all were taken and the wind just wasn't very strong so I told them I was giving up. Catastrophe-note to self-just let them try it even when there is no wind. They begged and pleaded to go out in the back yard to try them and lo and behold they worked BEAUTIFULLY. They had a great time running around and around the yard with their Spiderman and Transformer kites blowing in the breeze behind them. Mr. President took every opportunity to point out that he had been right about trying them even without much wind and that I'd been wrong and later informed me of this deep insight; "The weathermen are right most of the time but they're wrong some times just like Moms are right most of the time but wrong some times. Though his grandmother Wesel will roll over in her not even dead yet grave, it is true that he's already figured that little secret out. And today I was thrilled to be wrong just to see the glee on their faces as they ran themselves silly in the wind.