On Creepers at the Dinner Table

If you have a male child in your house you probably can sympathize with the shmuck I hear myself saying lately…

“No, we cannot play Minecraft at the dinner table.”

“I don’t want to hear another word about a Creeper.”

“Please don’t talk about making cow traps anymore.”

“No more computer for a week!”

“Yes, it is as hot as the Nether today.”

“Wait til I get your daddy to disconnect the X-Box!”

Their artwork for the school fundraiser was even of GLaDOS (from Portal.) 

Yeah, Lovely isn’t she?

They get so incredibly sucked in.
At our local Cub Scout camp I had to laugh when the geologist giving a talk about mineral hardness said diamonds were the hardest on the Mohs scale and the boys all looked confused and said “But what about Obsidian?  Isn’t it harder?”  (Minecraft strikes again…)

I honestly just don’t get it.  (Of course, I can’t even play Mario without getting dizzy.)
I was thinking about how my generation (forty-ish’s) is probably the last one that just played outside.  I mean “Back in My Day” video games were still played in a social settting.  If you wanted to play the latest game you went to the arcade and met your buddies there.  Your dollars would run out and you’d inevitably end up playing a game of kick-ball or football or something.   Only the elite few had a game system in their houses and, let’s face it, the games were so incredibly boring no one wanted to stick around playing them for very long.  Pong, anyone?

But, my brother’s generation was hooked.   By the time he was a teen home game systems were already fairly elaborate.  (But they still went outside!)

My kids?  I have to unplug everything to get them to play outside.  I honestly love the days when they are “in trouble” and have all technology taken away.  (A lot lately.) 


If our generation had the technology our kids do would we still be the same?
Nope.  I don’t think so.
I think instead of calling friends to ride bikes or swim, or go play “tennis ball” (our version of baseball with a tennis raquet- meant to prolong the game) we might have been sucked into the virtual worlds too.  I probably would have been reading on a Nook or surfing the web (or blogging.)  My buddies probably would be Minecraft or Portal freaks like my own kids.  And cell phones?  Wow.

Makes me a little scared.   Makes me want to not connect the TV at the new house and secretly lose the games in the move.

Of course, I’d have to lose my iPad and computer too…  (now who’s obsessed.)


No more Tiaras?

We had a busy weekend (again.)  I am so looking forward to Spring Break on the beach, just being able to stretch out and breathe deeply.

The Girl Scout pinewood derby was Saturday.  My troop had one trophy this year, one of the girls got 2nd place for speed!  (Not as many as last year but it was still lots of fun!)  Emily had to rush from dance to the derby, and then off to the Father-Daughter dance and movie with dad.  (My iPhone is acting up again and won’t upload my pics, if I can get them off I’ll post!)
Yesterday I attempted to clean her room while she was at sewing club.  ARGH.  After many bags of garbage and a trunk full of things to give away you can see the floor!  (Yes, it was that bad.)  I’m going to work on it again today and maybe I’ll be able to paint it before Spring Break.  She wants a crazy lime green color that I’m not too game on, but hey, I grew up in houses where we couldn’t paint the walls.

It’s so hard to believe she’s a teenager now.  I asked her if we could get rid of her dress-up clothes and she said “yes.”  🙁  We took them to the neighbor’s sweet little girl, so it made us both feel better knowing they would be used.  But still, no more tutus in my house… (except real ones, of course.)

 My princess- age 3

Writer’s Workshop: When My Mom Smiles

I am late, yet again on my entry for Writer’s Wednesday Workshop with Mama Kat.
I chose prompt #4 “Describe the moment you discovered your mom was more than just a mom,” although I’m sure I’m not following the rules or the actual prompt (as usual.)

I’ll add in another prompt, “How did you get your name?”
Well it was because Beatles decided to put out a little hit called “Michelle” just a few years before I was born (also why so many women about my age are named Michelle.) They had wanted to name me Kenneth, but for obvious reasons that had to wait for my brother.

When did I discover my mom was not “just a mom?” That is a hard one. I don’t really know what that means. As a child I guess it would mean when did I realize that her life was not just for me. As a parent myself I realize that is even harder to define.

My mom is always smiling. Her smile is so infectious you can’t help but smile back. People gravitate towards it even though she doesn’t know it.

She was always a “working mom.” She had to go back to work six weeks after I was born, so I knew that every minute I got to spend with her was precious. It never bothered me though. My friends had moms who stayed home with them, but I couldn’t imagine life any other way. Mom still took us to do fun things, made homemade cookies and play dough, sewed me Barbie dresses, (HOW did she do it?)

Me & Mom Christmas 1972 at my grandparent’s house
(not sure where they lived at that time.)

When I was almost five we moved to Tennessee because my dad got a job as a fishery biologist. Mom, who always secretly wished to be a stay-at-home mom decided it was her chance to try it. We had so much fun. She made her own wonton wrappers, embroidered quilts, we picked blackberries and made jam…

Then, in 1976 my mother discovered she was pregnant with my brother. About three months later my dad found out he had inoperable cancer and had six months to live. Mom never stopped during the pregnancy to sit down. She scraped and painted the house, made curtains, took care of my sick father. Seeing how much she did for him at that time made me realize how special she was and how much she loved him. He died in December 1977 at the age of 32.

Mom decided we’d visit her parents in the Canal Zone. She got a job with the Dept. of Defense and so we moved to Panama. After my brother and I left home, Mom continued her career helping US soldiers get their degrees and moved all around the world.

Mom and a soldier in Kosovo

So, when did I realize my mom was more than just a mom?
I guess I’ve always known that she is a truly amazing woman.

Growing pains

I’m feeling a little blue

This is the gist of it…

My 7 yr. old, who until last week had to wave and blow kisses to me from the door to daddy’s car on his way to school in the morning- now just says “Bye, Mom!” and gives me a kiss

My 4 yr. old tells me:

“Mom, quit dancing!”

“Mom, quit singing!”

“Mom, I just don’t want to!”
And I can’t seem to forget lately that he will be 5 in December and K age next year…

Volunteering at school I’m feeling like an old (I AM NOT!) gray haired (I am) lady with all of these “fresh out-of-college” teachers. I have to remember when I taught I was that young.

On the bright side:

My sweet, sweet, girl did ask me to go on their field trip today. She also kissed me goodbye and asked me to put her hair up for her yesterday.

(AND, the dog likes my song and dance act!)