what I learned this week: ducks, goldfish, and the new chef in town

by renegademama
  1. So I’m three for three when it comes to kids who prefer sitting and whining over crawling. And why do they do that? Because I hate listening to fussy baby speak and I’m in no rush to enter the crawling stage, so I pick ‘em up. When Georgia gets annoyed in a position, I move her. Or, more accurately, I yell for one of the older kids to pick her up and move her.
  2. Speaking of yelling, there’s a lot of it in my family. We are loud bunch of people. I don’t love this, but I’m probably the loudest, which makes it tough for me to propagate redwood-forest calm around here. Or even medium noise. It’s pretty much ear-piercing riotous racket, all the time, in every room of this house. If you stay here long enough, it kinda just becomes a background hum.
  3. Sometimes, when I drink too much coffee, I get all jittery and start speaking in weird choppy sentences. Totally worth it though.
  4. I don’t think there’s anything sweeter than listening to a 5-year-old play little imagination games, making up conversations between the Lego men, talking to himself, lost in his world, when he thinks nobody’s listening. I will MISS THAT when it’s gone.
  5. I don’t think there’s anything less sweet than competitive 3rd-grade science fairs. Competitiveness and worksheets are pushing me to the brink of pulling my kids out of school. For the duration. I’m not really the home school type, but I may become one quickly.
  6. From the bathtub, if you squirt water out of the rubber ducky really hard at the toilet paper, you can make the roll spin and the paper fall down. Then, you can shoot the paper with the water from the duck, which is really fun, because it makes little wet blobs of toilet paper stick to the wall behind it. (Thanks, Rocket, for this one.)
  7. On a similar note, goldfish can survive really extreme circumstances. I finally cleaned the fish bowl this week. There was only about 2 inches of water left in the bowl, all of which was green and seemingly uninhabitable. The fish though seemed fine.
  8. You’ve probably observed this by now, but I make fun of everybody, indiscriminately, including myself. For fun. I have a sneaking suspicion this is going to get me into trouble someday with somebody, or a lot of people. I try not to care, but there’s a piece of me seeking approval and acceptance from everybody, just a little, and no matter how hard I try to be grown-up and independent and shit, there’s a very quiet voice in my head that says “Oh no, Janelle, don’t say that, people may not like you. You shouldn’t write that.” But for some reason I say it and write it anyway, and I always have, but I still have that strange teenaged insecurity. It’d be great if that would go away.
  9. I think I underestimate the capability of my 9-year-old. For my birthday, she went to my mother-in-laws house and put together a birthday party for me (I’m 32 tomorrow). She cooked spaghetti & meatballs herself, set the table herself, and made the cake – all with minimal oversight and direction from her grandma. It may have been the loveliest birthday I’ve ever had.
  10. My daughter will be cooking more meals around this place.
  11. I absolutely love writing this blog. It’s been in me for a long, long time and I love you people for reading it and for “getting it,”…so #8 has a bit less power. So thanks.
12 Comments | Posted in weeks of mayhem | March 27, 2011
  • Shan

    2. We are pretty quiet aside fron the occasional toddler tantrum. I like it that way a lot, but then it makes some activities difficult. Took the girls to Rainforest Cafe for my birthday last week… ended up at Market Broiler instead. The upside was the crotchety looking lady who came over and complimented us on Mad’s behavior. Bonus: we were almost done, so she only had 10 minutes to continue being good. She made it at *least* 12 minutes, woot!

    6. He’s on the cusp of learning how to do spitballs. I taught my son. In the bathroom of the Catholic school he attended for most of kindergarten. Shocking that he did it without my permission (including in our house a few times), dontcha think?

    8 and 11. Hopefully you get that we’re here because you *do* write that.

    9. Hope you continue having a lovely birthday! I crossed over to the dark side with this one. I like it. Not at all traumatic like some women make it out to be.

    9b. You have one awesome daughter. Truly. When you are doubting yourself, remember this story.

    • renegademama

      Thank you so much. And there are no words to explain how awesome it is that you taught your son how to do spitballs in a Catholic school bathroom. It may make you the coolest mother. Ever.

  • Christina

    Happy Birthday Janelle…

    I am starting to feel like a voyeur. I know the whole thing of a blog is to read and respond but I somehow feel obligated to tell you something about myself after reading (like we are sharing and intimate

    Anyway Love reading… Glad you have had more time for us.

    • renegademama

      You’re not a voyeur if I welcome it…right? Right.

      And I DO welcome it. I love it when people write comments – especially when they can relate and tell me about it. After all, it can be a lonely place this motherhood. Feels good to hear other people and their whacky tales. I really appreciate you coming around these parts.

  • Kimberly

    I’m a yeller, too. But it’s cool, cuz in 50 years, they can call me Old Yeller.

    • renegademama

      I know you’re happily married and stuff, but if you ever change your mind, I’d be more than happy to be your life companion. Really. Don’t write shit like that. It’s so rad it makes me hot.

  • Rebekah C

    Your blog is quickly becoming one of my favorites, lol.

    I totally hear you about the yanking kids out of school, thing. I’ve been considering it and my oldest is only in 1st grade. *sigh*

    • renegademama

      yay! so glad to have you here. And YES, my son is in Pre-K and I can hardly stomach his continuing in school…he’s kind of a delicate flower, too. Not tough at all like my daughter. I worried about her less…him though? Ugh.

  • Teresa

    Happy Birthday!!! I am so glad that this blog is doing it for you! We are all benefiting, too!

  • Julie

    Happy Birthday! I love that you’re number 8. I bet we all are, and that’s why we number 11.