Children are a handful, while teenagers are a heartful.
I never thought I could cry so much in life, as I have over the last 4 years. And I still have 3 more children to get through the teenage years.
Help.
Showing posts with label The Teenager. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Teenager. Show all posts
I am thankful for The Teenager. He is an amazing young man. He has struggled with a lot of things over the last 3 years and he has come out of it stronger and more mature. He has learned, and is still learning, to recognize his weaknesses and when he is most vulnerable. For instance:
Halloween night he was going to have a party. He had invited his girlfriend, who was going to invite some of her friends. He had also invited several (many) people from school. We were a little perturbed at him because we had no idea how many people were coming. Long story short, only 1 person showed up.
Later on, he came downstairs and told us that he was really discouraged, and he knew that he needed to not be alone. We turned on a funny show and had a great time with him. I told him how proud I was of him for recognizing that and doing something about it.
I am so excited to see what the rest of his life has in store for him.
We decided that since we are sticking around here for a while, it was time to paint. We moved all the children’s bedrooms around, which necessitated painting The Teenager’s room first, since he moved upstairs into the pink bedroom. We knew everyone else would be okay waiting, but a 17 year old boy in a pink bedroom wouldn’t go over well.
He has wanted black walls forever. There was no way I was allowing that to happen. So I started looking online for ideas for teenage boys. I saw a cute bedroom decorated with gray and black and red. I knew he would love that, and when I showed it to him, I was right. He was thrilled. We went to the store and found a cute pillow with the exact colors we wanted. We bought bedding and paint and we were ready to go.
It took me 15 days to do his room. One day to get all the rooms moved around and everything out of his room, one day to paint, and 2 days to strip and repaint his dresser. He had done it initially, and it was bad. I mean, really bad. It looks so much better now! And then I was burned out. I let it go for about a week because I just couldn’t think about it. I had school shopping and work and other things to do.
Finally, I repainted all his picture frames black and sprayed them with a glossy finish. I love how they turned out. Then I was able to hang the pictures and shelves on the wall. Done! I was so glad to get that room done. I am determined that then next rooms won’t take as long!
Here is a before picture:
And after pictures:
We all found it amazing that his weight bench and stuffed animals even match the room! The room is a very adult feeling room. He has a bunch of Lego sets that he will display on the shelves, but he gets to take care of that. He loves how it looks and feels, which makes me very happy.
Now, off to room #2!
No, it’s not possible that my baby is 17. And yet, his driver’s license says it’s true. Here are some reasons why I love The Teenager.
1. He has a very dry sense of humor. He can really catch me off guard with it.
2. He has discovered what he wants to be when he grows up, and surprisingly, it is a scientist. Marine biologist, to be specific. He comes home from school all excited about what he has learned in his zoology class. He can go on and on about spiders. And as much as I don’t care about spiders, I listen because I love to see him enthusiastic about them!
3. He is learning to save money. He saved up enough money this year to buy and register both a scooter and a motorcycle. Now he wants to save up for a car. And I have no doubt that he will be able to do it.
4. He is very generous. If you need money, he will give it to you. There have been times that I have been stressed about money, and he has tried to give me his money to help out. That means a lot to me.
5. He has a strong testimony, even if he doesn’t think he does. He sometimes wants to be a rebel, but can’t do it for long because his faith and knowledge of the gospel is too strong. He is going to make a great missionary.
I am so proud to call him my son.
My children are growing up on me, and I can’t stop them.
The Princess started 1st grade this year. That means she is in school all day long. She is loving it. She comes home each day bursting with stories about the kids and things that have happened (I love it because the boys never tell me anything). Her teacher said that she has a very unique quality, in that she is friendly to everyone. Not just to her friends, but to all the kids in the class. I am so proud of her, because that is something I have really talked to her about, and tried to teach her. She is reading so well. We read from the scriptures for 1/2 hour every morning, and then each child goes to their room for reading for one hour each night before bed. Not only does it help their reading, but it gives them time to calm down and be ready for bed.
The Chocoholic is in 6th grade. He loves walking to school with The Princess because last year he had to walk alone. He got a great teacher this year, and she is really going to challenge him. I am thrilled about that. He is an entrepreneur and loves to make money. Right now he is selling Silly Bands before school. He buys them at Wal-Mart where there are 12 in a package for $1. Then he sells them for 25 cents each. He said the kids know they can buy them cheaper at the store, but then they have a bunch that are the same. This way, they buy just the ones they want. He only takes one package at a time to sell and won’t open another package until the first one is gone. It cracks me up, but he is making pretty good money!
The Artist is in 8th grade. No longer will he be the bottom of the barrel at the junior high! He loves art, singing, and drums. His birthday isn’t until October, but we already gave him his birthday present. We were treasure hunting, a.k.a. driving around looking at garage sales, when we saw a big drum set. I got a killer deal on it, but it was too big to hide in the house. So we had to give it to him. He was so excited. His voice is deep and now he is getting mistaken for his dad AND his older brother.
The Teenager is working like mad to save money. He has a scooter but it’s only 49.5cc and it barely goes 25 mph. He wants to buy a motorcycle, which I am totally fine with. Then he will start saving for a car. He is working at an ice cream/grill shop and does dishwashing and bussing. Yesterday he worked a double shift, so he left the house at 11:30 a.m. and didn’t get home until 12:30 a.m. He is doing the same today and tomorrow. This morning when he got home, I told him I wasn’t going to wake him up to read scriptures with us so he could get more sleep. He said, “No, if I do that, the Lord won’t bless me.” I was so proud of him. He is going to be in 11th grade this year. I think that sounds younger than saying he will be a Junior. I remember being a Junior in high school. Yikes!
I keep telling my children to stop growing up, and yet if they stop growing up, how will I ever get them to leave the house so I can be alone with The Doctor? Because I am really looking forward to that! I guess it’s the season of life I am at. No more babies, just children getting older and preparing to leave the nest. I hope I am doing a good job with them. I don’t have much time.
The following is straight out of my journal.
September 13, 2008 Saturday
The Teenager wanted black highlights in his hair, so I did that tonight. And when we washed it out, they were blue. Blue. Darker than royal blue, but lighter than navy blue. Blue. I at first freaked out, but decided they weren’t that bad. He is trying so hard to find his place and be cool. I should have listened to my gut. Turns out it was the Holy Ghost trying to tell me something.
September 14, 2008 Sunday
I came very close to walking out of church today. And it scared me. Let me start at the beginning. Last night, I wanted to strip the blue out of The Teenager’s hair. But I didn’t. I didn’t listen.
Today, we got to church and The Teenager prepared the sacrament, but when he was getting ready to sit down, the Bishop told him he couldn’t pass. Not with hair like that. I got mad. And madder. And madder.
Who was he to say The Teenager couldn’t pass? The Teenager was in shock, and then embarrassed, and then mad. He came and sat down and didn’t lift his head the rest of the meeting. I was mad. I took The Princess out during one talk because she “had to go to the bathroom.” And then the Bishop stood up to give a talk. I was so close to walking out. So was The Doctor. I was furious. The Teenager is a good kid. So what if he had blue hair? Who’s it hurting?
After sacrament meeting, the Bishop called The Teenager into his office. The Doctor waited for him while I went to Primary. He came down a little while later and told me that the Bishop had said that The Teenager was still worthy, and can still prepare the sacrament, but he can’t pass. The Doctor said that if the Bishop won’t let him pass, he can’t prepare either. He won’t separate the two. I agreed.
When we got home, I was still mad. But then our home teachers came over. And I know they were inspired to say what they said. They had no knowledge of what had happened. But they taught us about the 9th Article of Faith:
I felt like a bomb had hit me. What had I been doing? I had been ready to leave. Not just leave church, but leave the church. I was that mad. What if I did leave? It would affect my children, their children, and on down the line. Was I ready for that responsibility?
After the home teachers left, we gathered the kids and talked about it. We told them we needed to repent. They knew we were angry, and it scares me to think about how this could have affected their lives, let alone my own. We talked about how the Bishop speaks for God, and when we disobey him, we are disobeying God. That was scary for me to think that I was defying God today. I cried about that.
The Teenager was still angry. He kept talking about how much money he has spent on hair color, but I know he is more upset because he doesn’t know who he is, who he wants to be, or how to rebel. We talked off and on throughout the night, and he just kept saying he didn’t want brown hair. That was the recurring saying all night long. I told him it doesn’t have to be brown, it just has to be a color that hair is naturally. Finally at one point, he said, “Well, can’t I have it brown with blonde highlights?” YES, YES, YES! So I will get him an appointment to get it colored.
The Doctor called the Bishop tonight to apologize, and guess what? The Bishop didn’t even know we had been mad. I had sat there in Sacrament Meeting, my jaw clenched, my arms tightly folded, ignoring him and he didn’t even notice. So who had been affected by our being mad? Not him. Just us.
It’s not the little things that will pull us down, but the simple things like blue hair. I have heard stories about how people get offended and quit coming to church, and I always thought so little of them. I never, in a million years, thought that would ever happen to me. But it did. And I feel like I passed a huge test today.
My testimony has been strengthened.
September 13, 2008 Saturday
The Teenager wanted black highlights in his hair, so I did that tonight. And when we washed it out, they were blue. Blue. Darker than royal blue, but lighter than navy blue. Blue. I at first freaked out, but decided they weren’t that bad. He is trying so hard to find his place and be cool. I should have listened to my gut. Turns out it was the Holy Ghost trying to tell me something.
September 14, 2008 Sunday
I came very close to walking out of church today. And it scared me. Let me start at the beginning. Last night, I wanted to strip the blue out of The Teenager’s hair. But I didn’t. I didn’t listen.
Today, we got to church and The Teenager prepared the sacrament, but when he was getting ready to sit down, the Bishop told him he couldn’t pass. Not with hair like that. I got mad. And madder. And madder.
Who was he to say The Teenager couldn’t pass? The Teenager was in shock, and then embarrassed, and then mad. He came and sat down and didn’t lift his head the rest of the meeting. I was mad. I took The Princess out during one talk because she “had to go to the bathroom.” And then the Bishop stood up to give a talk. I was so close to walking out. So was The Doctor. I was furious. The Teenager is a good kid. So what if he had blue hair? Who’s it hurting?
After sacrament meeting, the Bishop called The Teenager into his office. The Doctor waited for him while I went to Primary. He came down a little while later and told me that the Bishop had said that The Teenager was still worthy, and can still prepare the sacrament, but he can’t pass. The Doctor said that if the Bishop won’t let him pass, he can’t prepare either. He won’t separate the two. I agreed.
When we got home, I was still mad. But then our home teachers came over. And I know they were inspired to say what they said. They had no knowledge of what had happened. But they taught us about the 9th Article of Faith:
We believe all that God has revealed, all that He does now reveal, and we believe that He will yet reveal many great and important things pertaining to the kingdom of God.So do we really believe this? Our prophet has said that priesthood holders should dress conservatively and modestly so as not to draw attention to themselves. They are to do their priesthood duties quietly and in the background. In other words, if The Teenager has blue hair, when he passes the sacrament, everyone will be looking at his hair, and not concentrating on the sacrament.
I felt like a bomb had hit me. What had I been doing? I had been ready to leave. Not just leave church, but leave the church. I was that mad. What if I did leave? It would affect my children, their children, and on down the line. Was I ready for that responsibility?
After the home teachers left, we gathered the kids and talked about it. We told them we needed to repent. They knew we were angry, and it scares me to think about how this could have affected their lives, let alone my own. We talked about how the Bishop speaks for God, and when we disobey him, we are disobeying God. That was scary for me to think that I was defying God today. I cried about that.
The Teenager was still angry. He kept talking about how much money he has spent on hair color, but I know he is more upset because he doesn’t know who he is, who he wants to be, or how to rebel. We talked off and on throughout the night, and he just kept saying he didn’t want brown hair. That was the recurring saying all night long. I told him it doesn’t have to be brown, it just has to be a color that hair is naturally. Finally at one point, he said, “Well, can’t I have it brown with blonde highlights?” YES, YES, YES! So I will get him an appointment to get it colored.
The Doctor called the Bishop tonight to apologize, and guess what? The Bishop didn’t even know we had been mad. I had sat there in Sacrament Meeting, my jaw clenched, my arms tightly folded, ignoring him and he didn’t even notice. So who had been affected by our being mad? Not him. Just us.
It’s not the little things that will pull us down, but the simple things like blue hair. I have heard stories about how people get offended and quit coming to church, and I always thought so little of them. I never, in a million years, thought that would ever happen to me. But it did. And I feel like I passed a huge test today.
My testimony has been strengthened.
I am done tonight.
I don’t want to be the mom anymore.
No, I want to be a mom. I just don’t want to be the mom of a teenager.
I remember what I was like as a teenager, and I have one thing to say.
Mom…I am soooooooooooooooooo sorry!
I don’t want to be the mom anymore.
No, I want to be a mom. I just don’t want to be the mom of a teenager.
I remember what I was like as a teenager, and I have one thing to say.
Mom…I am soooooooooooooooooo sorry!
I love the new show on ABC called "The Middle." Each child has such a unique personality. It is so hilarious.
hilarious
However, Wednesday night's episode really got under my skin. The mom (played by Patricia Heaton) realized that she was nagging and yelling too much, so decided that she needed to stop. She was going to trust her children.
Then things started to unravel. They all at various points forgot to do something, and blamed her for it. So she swooped around fixing things and enabling them.
You can't do that. First off, you have to teach your children to take responsibility. And then you have to step back and let them grow. And sometimes that means they will fail. But that is how they learn.
For instance...
The Teenager likes to turn off his alarm clock and go back to sleep. Well, this year, he is taking early morning seminary which starts at 6:20. The Doctor leaves for work at 6:00 and will give him a ride if he is up and ready.
However, if he is not upstairs ready to go, The Doctor leaves, and The Teenager has to walk to school. In the dark.
Now, I know a lot of you are thinking, what horrible parents, making their child walk to school. In the dark. But if I gave him a ride, what would that teach him? That it's okay to sleep in because Mommy will be there to fix it.
I will not be there when he is in college. I will not be there when he goes on his mission. He has to learn now. And guess what? He is learning. He has only had to walk to school 2-3 times.
Now, don't go thinking I am some kind of wonder mom. Because it is just this year that I realized that I had been enabling him. I had been waking him up and yelling because he slept in. But I have learned. And my other kids are learning too.
hilarious
However, Wednesday night's episode really got under my skin. The mom (played by Patricia Heaton) realized that she was nagging and yelling too much, so decided that she needed to stop. She was going to trust her children.
Then things started to unravel. They all at various points forgot to do something, and blamed her for it. So she swooped around fixing things and enabling them.
You can't do that. First off, you have to teach your children to take responsibility. And then you have to step back and let them grow. And sometimes that means they will fail. But that is how they learn.
For instance...
The Teenager likes to turn off his alarm clock and go back to sleep. Well, this year, he is taking early morning seminary which starts at 6:20. The Doctor leaves for work at 6:00 and will give him a ride if he is up and ready.
However, if he is not upstairs ready to go, The Doctor leaves, and The Teenager has to walk to school. In the dark.
Now, I know a lot of you are thinking, what horrible parents, making their child walk to school. In the dark. But if I gave him a ride, what would that teach him? That it's okay to sleep in because Mommy will be there to fix it.
I will not be there when he is in college. I will not be there when he goes on his mission. He has to learn now. And guess what? He is learning. He has only had to walk to school 2-3 times.
Now, don't go thinking I am some kind of wonder mom. Because it is just this year that I realized that I had been enabling him. I had been waking him up and yelling because he slept in. But I have learned. And my other kids are learning too.
From my journal
January 1, 2000 Saturday
I decided that I had better get Christmas put away today, or I will have to do it next week when I won’t have time! I asked The Teenager to go down to his bedroom and get the Christmas stuff and bring it to me. But he was just devastated. He was crying and saying that he didn’t want to put Christmas away. I talked to him and explained how if we left it up all year it wouldn’t be special and we will get it out again next year. He just was in tears. I told him to go and get his stuff.
After a few minutes, he hadn’t come up. I went downstairs all ready to get mad at him and there he was coming out of his room with two of his toys in his hands and great big tears running down his face. He thought that he had to put away all his Christmas toys! I felt so bad! I told him that we were just putting away the decorations, and he could keep the toys and you could see the relief wash over his face!
Lesson learned: be more specific when telling your children what to do!
January 1, 2000 Saturday
I decided that I had better get Christmas put away today, or I will have to do it next week when I won’t have time! I asked The Teenager to go down to his bedroom and get the Christmas stuff and bring it to me. But he was just devastated. He was crying and saying that he didn’t want to put Christmas away. I talked to him and explained how if we left it up all year it wouldn’t be special and we will get it out again next year. He just was in tears. I told him to go and get his stuff.
After a few minutes, he hadn’t come up. I went downstairs all ready to get mad at him and there he was coming out of his room with two of his toys in his hands and great big tears running down his face. He thought that he had to put away all his Christmas toys! I felt so bad! I told him that we were just putting away the decorations, and he could keep the toys and you could see the relief wash over his face!
Lesson learned: be more specific when telling your children what to do!
Okay, so as much as I have whined about having a 16 year old that is driving, can I just how LOVELY it is!
Really!
He needed to go to his work to turn some papers in, so I gave him the keys to car (and nearly had an anxiety attack as I did so!) and let him go. After about 5 minutes, I realized that I didn't have to drive him everywhere. I sat back and relaxed and realized how nice this will be.
If I need a quick thing from the grocery store? I will just send him.
Someone needs to go to scouts? Just give him the keys.
I could really get used to this!
Really!
He needed to go to his work to turn some papers in, so I gave him the keys to car (and nearly had an anxiety attack as I did so!) and let him go. After about 5 minutes, I realized that I didn't have to drive him everywhere. I sat back and relaxed and realized how nice this will be.
If I need a quick thing from the grocery store? I will just send him.
Someone needs to go to scouts? Just give him the keys.
I could really get used to this!
My kids are off track for two more weeks. Fortunately we bought a "Mom & Me" pass to a local place that has a bunch of those giant blow up things. Do you know what I am talking about? The pass is only good from 11 - 3, but it's perfect to let them get some steam out. So as I sit here listening to the screams of dozens of children...oh wait...okay that's better, as I listen to my Pandora radio on my phone with my earphones shoved into my ears as tight as they will go to block out the screams of dozens of children, I feel the need to ponder life.
I cannot fathom the fact that I have a 16 year old. I remember being 16. I felt so grown up and mature. Didn't we all? Apparently all teenagers live under the same delusion!
Yesterday for The Teenager's birthday, I took cinnamon rolls over to his play practice, and as I passed them out to 43 kids, nearly every single one of them said thank you. I know because I consciously paid attention to it. In fact, I only recall one not saying thank you. I was so impressed! I wish I could call every one of their moms and tell them. They should all be proud. I know I have worked and worked with my children to teach them manners.
Speaking of manners, we are still working on them, only it's elbows on the tables and napkins on the lap now. I haven't just started teaching them these things, but I am getting more strict about it. I mean I have a child that will be taking girls out and trying to impress them!
Speaking of taking girls out, I want to take a poll. When I was dating, my mom taught me to always ask the boy what he was going to have, so I would know my price range. Did any one else learn this? What other rules/tricks did your parents teach you? Ask your hubbies too, because I want to know what I should be teaching my boys.
Okay enough rambling. Thanks for sticking around to the end!
I cannot fathom the fact that I have a 16 year old. I remember being 16. I felt so grown up and mature. Didn't we all? Apparently all teenagers live under the same delusion!
Yesterday for The Teenager's birthday, I took cinnamon rolls over to his play practice, and as I passed them out to 43 kids, nearly every single one of them said thank you. I know because I consciously paid attention to it. In fact, I only recall one not saying thank you. I was so impressed! I wish I could call every one of their moms and tell them. They should all be proud. I know I have worked and worked with my children to teach them manners.
Speaking of manners, we are still working on them, only it's elbows on the tables and napkins on the lap now. I haven't just started teaching them these things, but I am getting more strict about it. I mean I have a child that will be taking girls out and trying to impress them!
Speaking of taking girls out, I want to take a poll. When I was dating, my mom taught me to always ask the boy what he was going to have, so I would know my price range. Did any one else learn this? What other rules/tricks did your parents teach you? Ask your hubbies too, because I want to know what I should be teaching my boys.
Okay enough rambling. Thanks for sticking around to the end!
Why is 16 such a magical number? Why can't they spread it out more? Driving and dating? Really?
Today The Teenager turned 16. He has been waiting for this day ever since he understood why girls were cute and cars were cool. Age 15 was nice for him because he got his learner's permit, but Mom and Dad still had to be in the car. Well, not as of today. I took him down to the DLD and he got his license. He is a good driver, I am not worried about that. I am worried about those little lapses in judgement that we all have (ahem, driving down Lancer Lane trying to catch air at the intersection of 3200 W.!). I just hope and pray that Heavenly Father will send many angels to sit by his side and keep him from doing anything too stupid!
But it doesn't stop there! In The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we don't date until we are 16. And so The Teenager has been anxiously awaiting this day. And I have been dreading it. Let's talk about lapses of judgement, well..., let's not. I don't want to go there! LOL
Anyway, Happy 16th Birthday to The Teenager. And by the way, I am so NOT old enough to have a 16 year old! I swear I am still only 19!
Today The Teenager turned 16. He has been waiting for this day ever since he understood why girls were cute and cars were cool. Age 15 was nice for him because he got his learner's permit, but Mom and Dad still had to be in the car. Well, not as of today. I took him down to the DLD and he got his license. He is a good driver, I am not worried about that. I am worried about those little lapses in judgement that we all have (ahem, driving down Lancer Lane trying to catch air at the intersection of 3200 W.!). I just hope and pray that Heavenly Father will send many angels to sit by his side and keep him from doing anything too stupid!
But it doesn't stop there! In The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we don't date until we are 16. And so The Teenager has been anxiously awaiting this day. And I have been dreading it. Let's talk about lapses of judgement, well..., let's not. I don't want to go there! LOL
Anyway, Happy 16th Birthday to The Teenager. And by the way, I am so NOT old enough to have a 16 year old! I swear I am still only 19!
In Utah, we celebrate the day the Mormon pioneers entered the Salt Lake valley to settle it. That was July 24, 1847. So every July 24, we have parades and fireworks. It is 2 holidays in July! It's awesome.
The Teenager was asked to be on our stake's float. Why? Because he fit into the army uniform! LOL He looked so handsome. He had to get up at 4:30 and catch a ride downtown. They judged the floats at 6:00. Then they had to sit around until the parade started at 9:00. Then he got to stand and wave for 2 hours in a wool uniform in 90 degree weather!
I didn't go to the parade. I hate the heat. And I don't really care for parades either. But we taped it on TV and they gave him a lot of face time! Then when I went to the TV station website, this picture was there.
My son is on the left, next to the cannon. He is so good looking. And he is a good kid. I can't believe he is growing up so quickly. 3 years to his mission!
The Teenager was asked to be on our stake's float. Why? Because he fit into the army uniform! LOL He looked so handsome. He had to get up at 4:30 and catch a ride downtown. They judged the floats at 6:00. Then they had to sit around until the parade started at 9:00. Then he got to stand and wave for 2 hours in a wool uniform in 90 degree weather!
I didn't go to the parade. I hate the heat. And I don't really care for parades either. But we taped it on TV and they gave him a lot of face time! Then when I went to the TV station website, this picture was there.
My son is on the left, next to the cannon. He is so good looking. And he is a good kid. I can't believe he is growing up so quickly. 3 years to his mission!
You know sometimes your children do things that make you proud. This is not one of those times.
Yes, that is a worm that my wonderful son is putting in his mouth.
Yes, he ate the whole thing. My brother did this too when he was a teenager, but at least he did it on a bet and got money for doing it. Only my son would do it willingly.
I include this picture only to show the reaction of the kids behind him. What is a mother to do? :-)
Yes, that is a worm that my wonderful son is putting in his mouth.
Yes, he ate the whole thing. My brother did this too when he was a teenager, but at least he did it on a bet and got money for doing it. Only my son would do it willingly.
I include this picture only to show the reaction of the kids behind him. What is a mother to do? :-)
Whoo Hoo! I figured out how to upload from my digital video camera to my computer, converted the file, and then uploaded the movie to YouTube so I could post it here. I'm tired! LOL
Go in to 2:27 and see my son embarrass himself. And please ignore the cackling behind the camera. Someone forgets that she sounds like a shrew when recording!
Go in to 2:27 and see my son embarrass himself. And please ignore the cackling behind the camera. Someone forgets that she sounds like a shrew when recording!
from Working Momma 247 by Jean
1. What is something your mom always says to you?
The Teenager (age 15) : Go do your chores.
The Artist (age 12) : Clean your room.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Do your chores.
The Princess (age 4) : I love you.
Apparently The Princess hasn't entered the droning world of chores in our house yet! LOL
2. What makes your mom happy?
The Teenager (age 15) : When they (the chores) are done.
The Artist (age 12) : Dad and love.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : When you say I appreciate you for doing stuff and give her hugs and kisses (Yes! He got it down!).
The Princess (age 4) : I kiss her and hug her.
3. What makes your mom sad?
The Teenager (age 15) : When I yell at my brothers.
The Artist (age 12) : Fighting.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : When we argue and fight and talk back.
The Princess (age 4) : That I get in trouble.
4. What does your mom do to make you laugh?
Every one of them said tickle me. I guess I tickle a lot!
5. What was your mom like as a child?
Again, they all said I don't know. I guess it's time to talk about how perfect I was. Yeah, right!
6. How tall is your mom?
The Teenager (age 15) : Smaller than me (And that is true and it's so sad!).
The Artist (age 12) : Almost the same height as me. Well, I'm almost the same height as her.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : I don't know.
The Princess (age 4) : Like as tall as my grandma (Like, fer sure!).
7. What is your mom's favorite thing to do?
The Teenager (age 15) : Scrapbook
The Artist (age 12) : Scrapbook
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Her work
The Princess (age 4) : She likes to work
Yep, I like to work. NOT. It's just that's all I do anymore.
8. What does your mom do when you're not around?
The Teenager (age 15) : Work
The Artist (age 12) : Work, laundry
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Work or scrapbook
The Princess (age 4) : Work
This makes me sad. Just does.
9. If your mom becomes famous what will it be for?
The Teenager (age 15) : Perseverance (Huh?).
The Artist (age 12) : Acting (Again, huh?).
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Being the best mom (Awwww).
The Princess (age 4) : When she gets married (LMBO!).
10. What is your mom really good at ?
The Teenager (age 15) : Getting us to do stuff we don't want to do.
The Artist (age 12) : Piano.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Her work.
The Princess (age 4) : Playing games.
11. What is your mom not very good at?
The Teenager (age 15) : I don't know.
The Artist (age 12) : Playing video games.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : I don't know.
The Princess (age 4) : Playing Candy Landy (her words) because sometimes she wins and sometimes I win (Too cute!).
12. What does your mom do for her job?
The Teenager (age 15) : Bank reconciliations.
The Artist (age 12) : Accoutant.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Payroll and Taxes.
The Princess (age 4) : Work like Daddy.
All true!
13. What is your mom's favorite food?
The Teenager (age 15) : Lasagna? (He said it as a question.)
The Artist (age 12) : Chocolate
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Macaroni and Tomatoes
The Princess (age 4) : Macaroni and Cheese (Definitely not! That's her favorite).
14. What makes you proud of your mom?
The Teenager (age 15) : She never gives up. (I'm guessing this goes along with the perseverance thing. I am going to have ask him more about this.)
The Artist (age 12) : She works, cooks, and does our laundry for us.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : She gives us hugs and kisses, loves us, takes us to school sometimes, and feeds us.
The Princess (age 4) : That she love me so much.
15. If your mom were a cartoon who would she be?
The Teenager (age 15) : Tigger (?)
The Artist (age 12) : Supergirl
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Jerry cause she hardly gets hurt (as in Tom and Jerry).
The Princess (age 4) : Tom and Jerry (They must have been watching Tom and Jerry just before I asked them these questions! LOL).
16. What do you and your mom do together?
The Teenager (age 15) : Talk
The Artist (age 12) : Hardly anything (oops)
The Chocoholic (age 10) : Play games
The Princess (age 4) : Play
17. How are you and your mom the same?
The Teenager (age 15) : We kinda have the same interests.
The Artist (age 12) : I don't know (I think I might be dropping the ball with this kid!).
The Chocoholic (age 10) : We like to play games and we like chocolate.
The Princess (age 4) : We love each other.
18. How are you and mom different?
The Teenager (age 15) : We like different things (which contradicts his answer to #17. I'm just saying...).
The Artist (age 12) : She's a girl and I'm a boy.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : She's an adult/girl/mom and I'm a kid/boy/not.
The Princess (age 4) : She wears glasses and I don't.
19. How do you know your mom loves you?
The Teenager (age 15) : She says so.
The Artist (age 12) : She kisses me and hugs me.
The Chocoholic (age 10) : She cares for us and loves us.
The Princess (age 4) : She kisses me and hugs me so much.
20. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?
The Teenager (age 15) : Wal-Mart
The Artist (age 12) : Red Lobster (not anymore!)
The Chocoholic (age 10) : I don't know.
The Princess (age 4) : To the store.
1. Was your pregnancy planned? Oh yes, we tried for 3 1/2 months.
2. Were you married at the time? Yes.
3. What were your reactions? We were so excited. We cried and hugged.
4. Was abortion an option for you? Why would this questions even be here?
5. How old were you? 20 (by one month!)
6. How did you find out you were pregnant? We suspected, and used a pregnancy test.
7. Who did you tell first? My mom, then his mom. Then everyone else we could tell!
8. Did you want to find out the sex? Kind of, but we didn't.
9. What was your due date? October 11th.
10. Did you have morning sickness? I was nauseous, but I only threw up if I ate my breakfast too fast.
11. What did you crave? Sweets.
12. What irritated you? No clue.
13. What was the sex of your first child? A boy.
14. Did you wish you had the opposite sex of what you were getting? I really wanted a girl, but I was so happy to have a baby.
15. How many pounds did you gain throughout the pregnancy? 50. I took the whole "eating for two" very seriously!
16. Did you have a baby shower? Yes, the place I was working for gave me one.
17. Was it a surprise? No.
18. Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? Just too much weight gain!
19. Where did you give birth? At the hospital.
20. How many hours were you in labor? My water broke at 3:30 a.m. and we immediately went to the hospital. 3 hours later, they put me on Pit because I hadn't started contractions yet. 6 hours and 43 minutes later, he was born.
21. Who drove you to the hospital? The Doctor (meaning my husband, not the person who did the delivery! LOL).
22. Who watched you give birth? Just my hubby. I didn't want any family in with me.
23. Was it natural or c-section? Natural
24. Did you take medication to ease the pain? We had taken Lamaze, so I was able to work through most of the pain. I did end up taking two 1/2 doses of pain killer, and wish I hadn't because all it did was put me to sleep in between the contractions, so I couldn't get on top of them.
25. How much did your child weigh? 7 lbs. 8 1/2 oz.
28. When was your child actually born? October 5, 1993 at 1:12 p.m.
30. What did you name him/her? The Teenager. LOL Not really, but if you know me, you know his real name!
2. Were you married at the time? Yes.
3. What were your reactions? We were so excited. We cried and hugged.
4. Was abortion an option for you? Why would this questions even be here?
5. How old were you? 20 (by one month!)
6. How did you find out you were pregnant? We suspected, and used a pregnancy test.
7. Who did you tell first? My mom, then his mom. Then everyone else we could tell!
8. Did you want to find out the sex? Kind of, but we didn't.
9. What was your due date? October 11th.
10. Did you have morning sickness? I was nauseous, but I only threw up if I ate my breakfast too fast.
11. What did you crave? Sweets.
12. What irritated you? No clue.
13. What was the sex of your first child? A boy.
14. Did you wish you had the opposite sex of what you were getting? I really wanted a girl, but I was so happy to have a baby.
15. How many pounds did you gain throughout the pregnancy? 50. I took the whole "eating for two" very seriously!
16. Did you have a baby shower? Yes, the place I was working for gave me one.
17. Was it a surprise? No.
18. Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? Just too much weight gain!
19. Where did you give birth? At the hospital.
20. How many hours were you in labor? My water broke at 3:30 a.m. and we immediately went to the hospital. 3 hours later, they put me on Pit because I hadn't started contractions yet. 6 hours and 43 minutes later, he was born.
21. Who drove you to the hospital? The Doctor (meaning my husband, not the person who did the delivery! LOL).
22. Who watched you give birth? Just my hubby. I didn't want any family in with me.
23. Was it natural or c-section? Natural
24. Did you take medication to ease the pain? We had taken Lamaze, so I was able to work through most of the pain. I did end up taking two 1/2 doses of pain killer, and wish I hadn't because all it did was put me to sleep in between the contractions, so I couldn't get on top of them.
25. How much did your child weigh? 7 lbs. 8 1/2 oz.
28. When was your child actually born? October 5, 1993 at 1:12 p.m.
30. What did you name him/her? The Teenager. LOL Not really, but if you know me, you know his real name!
He passed! He will now be begging to drive everywhere we go. However, he needs a little more practice in the neighborhood before he goes out on the big bad streets! LOL But he is so excited!
I leave in 15 minutes to take The Teenager to get his Learner's Permit. So if you see him driving, honk and smile and hope that I am not having a heart attack! LOL
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