Award x 2 = Super Sweet Blog & Versatile Blogger

I got back from my vacation to find that I have been nominated for two different awards by three different people!! Wooohooo!! Yay Me!

I am still a very new blogger and it blows my mind that people actually read this stuff. I mean, I think its great stuff but for others to not only read it but nominate my blog for these awards is just wonderful.

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Thank you very much to Working MotherAssistant for nominating me for the Super Sweet Blogger award. Please head over and check her blog out right now. Go. Now. ( but don’t forget to comeback here!)

A BIG BIG Thank you also to Brianne Huwe and Mummy Flying Solo for their versatile_zps69e5ac6anomination for the Versatile Blogger Award.  Please head over to their blogs too.

Instead of creating two separate posts for these awards I am melding them together and passing them both on.

The rules for those nominated:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.

2. Answer 5 Super Sweet questions (found below)

3. Post 7 Interesting Things about yourself.

3. Include the award image in your blog post.

4. Nominate 10 other deserving bloggers.

5. Notify your  nominees on their blog.

5 Super Sweet questions

1. Cookies or Cake?

What kind of a question is this? Really? Cookies or Cake. This would have to be a pretty nasty world we live in if one day we are made to choose one or the other. I like to believe we live in a society where we can have both. Yes both. No need to choose and no one can make me take sides. I stand for the right to eat both cookies and cake and the freedom to love them equally.

2. Chocolate or Vanilla?

I’m on team Chocolate.

3. Favorite Sweet Treat?

Hot apple pie with Vanilla ice cream. Kind of contradicts my answer above. The only time that vanilla will win over chocolate is when it’s sitting atop hot apple pie. And I mean really hot, none of this warm or room temperature or dare I even say cold apple pie. YUCK! I Like it Hot, Hot, Hot.

4. When Do You Crave Sweet Things The Most?

I like to think of myself as an equal opportunity eater, so any time of day is a good opportunity for something sweet.

5. Sweet Nick Name?

I tend to use Honey quite a bit but if I start a sentence with “Ohh Sweetie Pie..” in a sing song voice, someone is in BIG trouble.

I’d love it if someone started calling me Chocolate Thunder!

7 Interesting Things About Myself

  1. I have never smoked. There was one time at a club with some friends in my 20s where I held a cigarette to my mouth but I had no clue what I was doing and I swear I didn’t inhale.
  2. I am much more comfortable speaking in front of a large group than I am in a small setting.
  3. I love my birthday. I have no problem with the fact that I am getting older. I don’t always like what comes along with it but I don’t lie about my age and I make sure everyone knows when my birthday is coming.
  4. MrLibertyDee and I went to prom together as “friends” and that same night I told him that he and I would never be anything more and he should give it up. (There’s a lot to be said for persistence)
  5. My first job was selling inflatable toys at a kiosk in the mall. It lasted one day.
  6. I don’t take sugar in my coffee. People think its really health conscious of me but for some reason cake tastes better with a coffee that has no sugar.
  7. I played the trombone for 9 years and I’m considering taking it up again.

Nominees: There are some in here that have received similar awards recently so I don’t expect you to go through the process yet again but I did want to recognize your super sweet and versatile blog.

Fascinations Of A Vanilla Housewife

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Field Notes From Fatherhood

Did That Just Happen Blog

I’ve Become My Parents

Raising 5 Kids With Disabilities And Remaining Sane Blog

Ah Dad…

Chasing A Daredevil & Twins

How To Ruin A Toddler’s Day

The Adventures Of Fanny P.

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And there you have it. Thanks for reading!

My Empty Bucket

I don’t have a bucket list. Is that weird? I like to think that I’m living a pretty fullfilling life everyday but now I find there is so much talk of bucket lists that I’m starting to think I should make one. The problem is that I can’t think of anything to put on on it.

We were recently in Atlantic city and MrLibertDee was able to cross off “gambling at at the Trump Taj Mahal” off his list. He played five buck at the slots,
lost and left. check. ! For me, yes I had always wanted to go to Atlantic City but I wouldn’t say it’s bucket list worthy.
I would like to take a minute to clarify what I interpret a bucket list to be so that if I am wrong you may help to clarify.

My definition:
When the day comes and I am on my death bed my bucket list represents all those things I wish I would have done in my life. If there is nothing left on the list then I can be at peace that I have lived my life to its fullest and if there are still many things on that list then I will die full of regrets.

Hmmm. So. Here is my conundrum what happens to me? What will I be thinking on my death bed if I don’t have a bucket list? There are definately things I would like to do and places I would like to visit but at the same time there is nothing that stands out as being something I’ve “just got to do” before I die.

Maybe I’m just not thinking out of the box enough or maybe I just like to live life in a wait and see what happens kind of way. Either way, I would be very interested to hear what types of things you have on your bucket list. Maybe it will stir some ideas in my head. Can’t wait to hear from you.

I Yelled

Yup. I lasted 10 days and then the yelling started again.
Here is my list of 5 things to avoid if your trying to not yell at your children:

5. Spend 9 hours in a car with them.
4. Buy them gigantic snow cones covered in craze inducing corn syrup.
3. Keep them in a hotel room for most of the day due to rain
2. Take them to the buffet breakfast and expect them not to run around while others are carrying their hot coffees around.
1.Try to balance a 3 year old’s snow cone inside a porta-potty while trying to pull up her pants in. Such a way that it causes that snow cone to fall on your head.

So now that the above lessons have been learned, I will try again.

The Magic Word

MrLibertyDee and Baby Girl got into quite the conversation yesterday that made me once again think about how simple kids are and how we as adults just make life way too complicated. This is how the conversation went:

MrLibertyDee:  Hi Baby Girl
Baby Girl:  Hi Daddy
MrLibertyDee:  Come give daddy a hug and a kiss
Baby Girl:  But you didn’t say the magic word
MrLibertyDee:  Give daddy a hug and kiss please
Baby Girl:  Nope that’s not the magic word
MrLibertyDee:  Come give daddy a kiss. Pretty please.
Baby Girl:  That’s not it
MrLibertyDee:  Please give daddy a kiss. Pretty please with a cherry on top.
Baby Girl:  Nope
MrLibertyDee:  Ok then Baby Girl what is the magic word?

Baby Girl:            Magic. Silly daddy..

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Did Someone Say Road Trip?

It’s late, I’m tired and I’m procrastinating blogging.  Tomorrow is the start of the big family road trip and the true test of my “no yelling” challenge.  The first lag is supposed to be eight hours but I’m guessing with the kids and all the contradicting following of the GPS it will be more like twelve hours.

I’m still waiting for one more load of laundry to dry so that I can finish packing and I still have to find all my makeup pieces  (I’ve decided I want to look half decent in the pictures). I tend to walk around with my lipstick, or mascara, or moisturizer while trying to find missing shoes or pack lunches in the morning so its a bit of a scavenger hunt when I need everything at once.

WAIT! BREAKING NEWS:

Baby Girl as at my feet saying she wants to go to bed and she actually looks tired! Gotta go this may be a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Turns Out I’m the Problem

It has been 7 days since I last raised my voice (in anger) to any of my kids. It turns out that they are perfect little angels and that I am the one with the problem. Who would have thought? All this time I’ve been placing the blame on them. THEY are driving me crazy. THEY are too loud. THEY are too demanding. THEY never do what they are told. THEY complain about everything.

Turns out that THEY are not the problem at all. THEY are kids. Perfect, fragile, kids. I, LibertyDee, I am the problem.

It’s only been seven days but what I have learned in that short time about the kids and more importantly about myself is tremendous. Let me break it down:

What I have learned about my kids:

  1. They will get in the car if I get in and turn it on.
  2. Just because they roll their eyes doesn’t mean they are not going to help anyway.
  3. They will yell less at each other if I am not yelling at them.
  4. They are willing to listen and are even more attentive when I explain something in a normal tone.
  5. They really, truly appreciate that I’m trying not to yell. My boys actually thanked me!

What I have learned about myself

  1. I’m a control freak. I didn’t know this about myself but when I have caught myself getting angry with the kids it has been because I’m not getting what I want, when I want it, how I want it.
  2. I’m more likely to snap when I’m tired. I find the most challenging times have been right after dinner when all I really want is some peace and quiet but there’s none in sight.
  3.  I am capable of dealing with issues without raising my voice.
  4.  Being respected and being feared are two very different things. By yelling I am teaching the kids to fear me.
  5. Yelling had become habit. I was yelling without even thinking about it. Now that I am aware of it, it seems unreasonable to raise my voice in the daily scenarios I find myself in with the kids.

As you can see from the list above, They did not need to change, it was not them that was the problem, it was I who needed to make a change and it was I who was the problem.

I know that this does not mean that I have been miraculously cured from yelling and that this doesn’t mean that I will never raise my voice ever again. But if I can do it for seven days why not do it for seven more?

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Looking for Some Naughty Adult Entertainment? Try Old Sesame Street

I am guilty of overprotecting my kids but at the same time think the world is going way overboard. Read this great post about how even classic Sesame Street is considered inappropriate for children. I can only hope that one day my son sneaks a Sesame Street DVD into the house.

Field Notes From Fatherhood

SS1969CastYou’re not going to believe this, and in fact I had to look it up myself in order to verify its veracity.

For the DVD release of Sesame Street: Old School – Volume One (1969-1974), the folks at Sesame Workshop felt obliged to slap a warning on it, namely that it was “for adults only” and that it “may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child.”

“For adults only.” Why were the contents suitable only for grown-ups who wanted to relive their childhood? Why was this television show that had been produced specifically for preschoolers no longer appropriate for them?

Well, for starters, in one episode Gordon takes a lonely little girl by the hand and brings her to his wife, who feeds her cookies. Obviously a dangerous pedophile, and setting a bad example for the youth of today, who, upon being approached by a stranger, should blow…

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I’m Being Tested – The Orange Rhino

I came across the Orange Rhino Challenge and decided to join in on the “fun”.

The Challenge is to not yell at the kids for 365 days. Crazy I know. I’m a yeller. Actually I come from a long line of yellers. Yelling is in my genes. This might come as surprise to some people who know me because I tend to come across as a pretty calm and collected person and I am. Just not with my kids. My kids have a way of knowing exactly how to push my buttons and I lose my patience on a regular basis.

I have taken the challenge in a bid to become a better mom and a better person overall. The yelling never feels good and in reality, whatever the kids are doing or not doing for that matter, is not because they can’t hear me. So in really, yelling is not logical.

I woke up on my first official first day of not yelling and did a little affirmation ” Today, I will be patient. I will not yell at my kids and less yelling equals more love” I even called in a special favour ” Dear God, please shower me with patience today”

I think asking God for help was my mistake though. I don’t remember where it was, but I remember seeing it or reading it somewhere that when you ask God for things he cannot simply give them to you but what he can do is give you opportunities to practice. So on this very day when I asked for patience I think he heard me and showered my with opportunities to practice patience through the following tests:

Let me set the stage. I am supposed to leave the house at 7:30am so that I can drop the kids off and catch a train at 8:05. In reality, I never catch that train. I always end up catching the very last train that leaves at 8:20am.

Test #1 @ 6:50am – I had left a hamper full of clean, folded clothes in the boys bedroom and gone to get dressed in my own room. I heard some arguing (which I ignored) and then a “MOM, MOM, MOM”. I ran over because it sounded terribly urgent. When I got there I found that the boys had managed to empty the hamper (one was blaming the other) and then had stuffed everything back in. They were now arguing because The Life had not helped stuff place things back and The Plan had threatened to punch The Life in the face.

Test #2 7:10am  – It has been very hot around here so I have been dressing my baby girl in her summer dresses to keep her as cool as I can. On this day, she decided she wanted to wear a long sleeve shirt and her winter boots.   I pleaded with her to let me get her dress on but she crossed her arms in front of her and wouldn’t budge.

Test#3 7:30am– I finally bribed Baby Girl into putting the dress on by offering her a freezie but then I tried to brush her hair. How can a girl who is so concerned about what she wears be happy to leave the house with a bird’s nest on her head. I ended up having to chase her around the dining table with a brush in my hand while she ran with both hands over her head singing ” No, no, no don’t brush my beautiful hair”

Test#4 7:50am  As I’m leaving the house The Life says he has to go get something from upstairs and he promises to be just 1 minute. I tell him I’ll wait in the car. I gather our things, walk to the car, buckle Baby Girl into her seat, promise The Plan that he will not die of heat if he gets into the car while we wait for The Life, and tune the radio to my favorite radio station. Still no sign of  The Life.

Test #5 8:00am – The Life is finally in the car as I’m pulling out of the driveway I notice that he has left the front door wide open. AUGHHH!

Test # 6 8:15am – As I’m leaving Baby Girl’s daycare I realize my wallet is not is not in the car. I was positive I had left it in the car the night before and forgotten to go back and get it.  I tell the boys to get out of the car and help me look for it.  The Plan starts complaining about how hot it is and how he doesn’t want to get out of the car.

Test #7 8:25 am- (yup my train is far gone, I’ll have to take a bus) We are back home to find my wallet. I stress the importance that they help me look everywhere. The Plan runs upstairs, The Life goes over to the computer area. (all good signs) The Life stands in front of the computer for a minute or two then turns to me and says ” I can’t find it anywhere”.  The Plan runs down the stairs and says ” Where do you want me to look?” Too which I respond ” So you didn’t see it upstairs?” He reaches into his pocket, pulls out some candy and says ” I haven’t looked. I went to get my Push Pop!”

I did finally find my wallet (in the car) and dropped the boys off with my mom, and got in to work just after 10:00am. But I didn’t yell. Not once. It was nice to do that final 10 minute drive to the station feeling good that I had held my composure instead of feeling guilty about whatever I had yelled about that morning.  I have now officially completed three days of no yelling  and at 8:00am of Day 4 I’m still doing well. Don’t think that  just because it ‘s early doesn’t mean I haven’t been tested. Please refer to above.

Lots and Lots of Letters

I have a box full of letters written to me back in high school. Some are from friends (these were the days before email and texting) some are from ex boyfriends (before they were ex’s of course), there’s one from an admirer who I never saw again after he gave me the letter, and some are even from MrLibertyDee back when we were “just friends”.
It’s been years since I actually read any of them and as I came across the box recently, I considered throwing them out. (I have become a bit paranoid since I started watching hoarders)

My box of letters
My box of letters

I have decided however, to hold on to them solely because I want to share them with my daughter when the time comes. Not only will they be piece of ancient history when people communicated with a paper and pen, but I think there are lessons to be learned from those letters. Some of the letters are  written by people who are still in my life today, some are from people who I simply lost touch with and some are from …well…just people I went to school with.

Here are the lessons I hope I can teach my daughter in her teen years by sharing these letters and telling her the stories behind them ( I hope the letters will act as proof of real events)

1. Your first love will break your heart but you’ll move on and you will love again.

2. Your second love will break your heart even worse than your first but again you will live, the world will not end and you will go on to live a full and productive life.

3. Gossip is just gossip. Take it for what it is and nothing more. Never judge people based on what others have to say about them.

4. As a follow up to the above, don’t let gossip define who you are either.

5. A boy will promise you the world but will rarely deliver.

6. Your best friend will be the one who tells you things  you don’t want to hear.

7.Be careful what you put in writing  as someone may blog about it 20 years later.

Do you keep old letters?