And, it’s a wrap…

Here at Chez’ Wagner, it has been quite the week…

Wind, snow , sunshine, blizzards, sixty-five degree days… Unpredictable, if anything…

My favorite Rainy Day in May post would have to be this one though, for the life of me I can’t understand why.

The most incredible thing I encountered on the web was this video
Top five moments:
1} getting our garage (after three years) organized. (PLUS it was 65 that day!)
2} lunch and a matinée with a girlfriend.
3} Lent… I get excited about things like that!
4} funny text bantering with Chw about sending him to the gallows. :) {we’re cool like that!}
5} Going to see the Broadway tour of Fiddler on the Roof.

Best song this week was this one, HANDS DOWN!

Best recipe was Vegetarian Korma. It’s a family favorite (even my meat loving husband loves it!) only we change a few things… and I use Sweet potatoes for half of the potatoes it calls for. And we don’t use onions.

While practicing the ways of the home educating we studied horses, specifically caring for them, the science of them and ways they’ve been used and bred over the years. We are reading the play Romeo & Juliet for literature, which has of course brought about some interesting discussions…

Best thing I read was chapter eight in One Thousand Gifts… It may be taking me a long time to get through this book, due to almost no time to read, but every time I get the chance i just love it all the more.

I am really looking forward to an interior design sale, with a girlfriend tomorrow, followed by a film critique… {You know I’m anxious to get out of the house when I’m uber excited about critiquing ;) } Also hoping to sneak in some sort of date with the husband but we’ll see…

How was your week? What were your best moments? 

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A hardened life of crime…

There is nothing worse than that feeling that follows after you’ve been victimized. I remember the first time my car was broken into, I felt just sick over it… Over the years we’ve had bike’s stolen, a car stereo stolen, money, etc- and that same feeling just comes and weighs heavy, lingering for days…

It’s awful…

A week ago, today, I was robbed…

All melodrama aside, I wasn’t left with any feeling other than eye rolling and annoyance.

Genny stole my iPod.

Her plan had been, from what I gather, to take it to youth group and loan to a friend. I believe her goal had also been to impress middle school boy, (you must remember him, from this post)…

Oye…

Her evil father thwarted said plain, and her mission was abandoned- justifiably being replaced with her first stern grounding ever. See, she’s been grounded before, and we’ve forgotten, wanted to do something that her grounding could interfere with, or felt guilty over denying her childhood privileges  decided together to let her off early due to good behavior. Or, well, perhaps the promise of good behavior… Ok, fine- the dream of it…

But not this time. This time she just lost. Lost out on birthday parties, a sleep over, friend’s recitals, trips to the movies and mall… It’s been ugly. She’s yet to really learn anything from this grounding, other than the very obvious facts that we are stupid, mean and hate her…

but I am hopeful this won’t always be the case- and I’m thinking that I might even be able to prove my case.

Evidence #1} Genny has always been quick to steal things like gum, candy, etc. Punishment has ALWAYS been a grounding (or other non-committal consequence) to the tune of what I’ve already described…

Thus creating:

Evidence #2} the entitlement, in Genny, to take MY iPod and loan it out, lie about and otherwise believe there is nothing wrong with these actions…

I mean, surely something good will come of this, right???

(because, 1 week into this and I am starting to question which one of us is grounded- thus probably explaining why this plan never really worked out before… ) 

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They just wanna…

Having a tween girl is pretty much like being on one of those truly horrifying, sometimes comical scary amusement rides. There are things that she does which remind me so fondly of school girl crushes, the vitality of flavored lip gloss, and those carefree friendship moments. At other times though, moments are down right frightening. I distinctly remember the day that I realized little boys weren’t looking at Genny as their tomboy playmate as much as actually looking at her. The first time that a boy, several years her senior, struck up a flirty conversation with her we were at the public pool. While her physical development is a bit ahead of her age, I got the impression that as long as she gave him attention he didn’t care that she was only eleven. Of course, i broke up their dialogue very quickly, only to be frustrated with her complete oblivion to the details of his interest. What if I hadn’t been there? 

In fact, I’ve started dreaming of these things… Bad dreams… 
And then I wake up and she’s sweet and childlike, in her cozy pajamas and I feel complete relief. 
Most mornings… 
Some mornings, her pajamas are less juvenile and her curves are evident. She may be reaching for a bottle of syrup to lather her pancakes in, or something else normally simple- but I notice her and I cringe.

According to my husband, over the past few months I have conveyed to him that growing up is so tough for girls. And though I stand by my words, I’m starting to wonder if it isn’t just a little big harder on us moms… While it’s tough for them, it’s at least a little bit magical too… But us, we know what lies ahead…

Last year, Gen developed a crush (one of many current loves, I assure you) on a boy we see quite often. They are friends, which is sometimes a help and other times a hindrance. At this point, they know each other fairly well. He has done stupid, middle school, boy things which annoyed her- though her affections never wavered. And then, then he committed the ultimate crime: He told Genny that Justin Beiber was gay.

*Gasp*

Of course, pretty much every boy in this age range has uttered these same words, to get to a girl. This boys motives were no different. The odd thing was that Genny’s forgiveness did not come.
And it did not come…
And, at a point when we began to wonder how much this pop icon could honestly mean to her that, weeks later, she is still intensely bitter against- the playing field changed.

It changed in the form of my good friend’s son, who is in high school, and who also holds a highly esteemed position within Genny’s affections. High School boy told Genny, as she was pleading her case, that he too thought Justin Beiber was gay. The atmosphere froze as adults within earshot moved not at all, for fear of the natural disaster which could come next.

But nothing happened. She didn’t bat an eye. She accepted that High School boy could think that and even later reasoned, to me, that it’s likely that boys everywhere were merely jealous of all of the success and attention that JB receives.

And then it happened…
The very thing she had not even realized before that moment- that she was angry at, and hurt by, middle school boy because he likes her very good friend.

I knew we were entering uncharted mother/daughter territory. How do I instill in her, at 11, how not to be obsessive and jealous. How do I encourage self esteem and self confidence? The pressure set in and I knew I was in trouble…

Then she shared with me, tearfully and wrought with as much emotion as her sweet little face could possibly contain, that she knew he liked said friend, because he shared mnm’s with her on Valentines day.

Why wouldn’t he want to share with me? (ignoring the fact that she hates mnm’s…)

And all of this comes about a week after I overheard her telling said friend that she has fat thighs.

Oh man, I am not ready for this… Am i the only tween mom who feels like everything I say or do is just going to mess it up?

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Image courtesy of Alphamom.com

Sometimes the accent says it best…

Cup of tea in hand, I am writing to you with a British accent to tell you how pleased I am with the King’s Speech. Truly, truly gloriously thrilled… And yes, congratulations abound to the other winners as well. But to Colin most specifically, I love you…
Moving on- life is funny sometimes. By funny I do not mean comically funny, (though it is sometimes that) as much as ironic, or what have you. Back in January when I decided to devote February to this challenge of loving my family, life looked one specific way and today, as this month comes to a close, it looks entirely different. Some 28 days ago, I was more happy-go-lucky and less deep-in-thought. Some twenty-eight days ago, it was just Chw, Genny and I dancing our way through this silly house. We were teetering on the edge of becoming foster parents and stepping our way towards adopting again. My mother was pre-opping for a surgery that would restore her quality of life and my older two kids were moving along on their separate paths towards greatness. 
Things were good. 
Today I am processing from a weekend where my mother ended up in the ER following a 21 day journey which has led her through over a week in ICU, three weeks of delirium and confusion, dangerously low bouts of blood pressure and oxygen, touch and go nights, a transition into a rehabilitation program and lastly a pulmonary embolism landing her back in the hospital.. . The common question on our minds, these days, whenever my mom comes to mind is: Will she ever be the same again? Her again? Thus far, there are no answers, only head scratching. 
Also, over this weekend, my oldest daughter moved home. Although this sounds ordinary enough, anyone who truly knows our family knows this was a development no one saw coming. On an entirely different note, a dear girl who nannied for us last year is also coming to stay with us for a time. A quiet house of three, (except for the two noisy dogs) is about to get quite full, and much to Chw’s dismay, incredibly estrogen filled. 
Major developments and changes are coming to the lives of our nieces and nephews, whom we love as our own. Some heartbreakingly sad (for us), some wonderful… All in all, it’s tough to be here in the sidelines… 
And then, there is the matter of my Sunday afternoon coffee with my future daughter in law. She is beautiful and bright, and as awkward as the circumstances may be, meeting her was a highlight. She has a 2 year old son that Chw & I also look forward to getting to know, even if our son is serving in the Army away from home. It’s a strange idea, getting to know his someday bride and stepson, especially when ninety-nine percent of their relationship has been long distance. Then again, it’s a strange idea that, at 34, I could be this little boy’s step-grandmother. That’s the funny thing, I guess, about our journey of loving and being blessed with kids who are not biologically ours. Though, don’t burst Genny’s bubble if you run into her and she tries to flaunt that my son was born when I was thirteen years old. She likes to make us sound so controversial… ;) 
I’ve been looking at my family quite a bit, this weekend. Even if, from a distance… Looking at my amazingly strong husband; at my brave and maturing son; at my beautiful daughter with her responsibility and stubborness and at adorable little Genny, who put on eye liner at a sleepover and looked less adorable and way less little when we picked her up- sadly… I’ve been looking at my mom, and her life… Looking at my sister and her children. Lots of looking… Lots of gratitude… Lots of loving. 
I am blessed. Amidst the ICU and Emergency Room phone calls, amidst the long distance threats of deployment and awkward Starbucks introductions, I am blessed… 
Today I will, in my 28th day of this challenge
– Keep looking. Keep thanking. Keep loving… 
My entire family completes me, grows me, matures me and makes me a better person- every day. Every single thing about me that you might find good is because of my husband and/or these kids… 
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