2751 2751_ () 2751 2751 Oh the random thoughts floating around my head.

Here’s one: I noticed last week that I had a few back-to-back health navel-gazing posts. Sorry about that! Because I’m sure when put together it leaves the reader feeling either a) worried about me and my obvious poor health or b) wondering if they had accidentally stumbled upon Web M.D. instead of a blog where the writer writes about non-health related issues.

Anyway, I’m in great health! And not feeling tired today! So I thought I’d take a second to make note of that. I actually feel not-tired a good portion of the time but for some reason whenever I do feel tired it’s like I run over to my computer and report it to the masses.

Another random thought: one of the very first things Henry said to me yesterday was “my bum smells like candy.”

Which, as you might imagine, was pretty much the exact opposite of what was going on at the time. I seem to remember that I was kneeling down on the bathroom floor helping him get cleaned up.

But that phrase sure stuck with me, and I’m thinking that’s the toddler version of another famous saying about thinking something smells good when in fact it does not smell good not at all. Or at the very least thinking it don’t stink. If you know what I mean.

Random thought No. 3: this morning I was dragging a little (there she goes with the tired thing again…) and Henry was giving me a really hard time about getting dressed. So apropos nothing, I pretended I was Stacy London from What Not To Wear and Henry was my client and oh my that snapped me out of my bleary-eyed funk.

“Now here is a pant that works with a variety of tops,” I said in my best clipped tone. “And I think I’ve got the perfect shoe.”

And then I ran and grabbed his little Stride Rite tennis shoes out of the shoe basket and voila! He was straight out of a magazine. Not really but at least he was dressed and ready for school with very little wailing and gnashing from me.

Last thing: those of you who read me in the Southern Cross will note that the last few paragraphs of my column got cut off this week. I know it’s not a big deal but man I’m feeling a little affected. Not too bad but just this feeling of my readers across the state reading my words which end kinda abruptly and people sorta scrunching up their face going “really? That’s it?” Because it’s the column all about (drumroll please) feeling tired and right when I get to the part where moms of young children need to give themselves a break and cut themselves some slack, well, none of that is there!

And final last thing: I took down a recent post that included a totally awesome list made by one of my boys. I hated to do that but somebody teased him about it and while I think the person wasn’t making fun as much as just making a little comment, my boy didn’t really like that. And I have officially learned the lesson of Not Crossing the Boundaries of Privacy with My Boys.

You’d think we would have dealt with this by now, but this was the first time where I felt like something I innocently posted, something that was crazy awesome that cast my boy in a crazy awesome light — well it panned out not the way I thought. It’s a good reminder for me to keep in mind that sometimes what I put here is seen by people around here who, unlike most of my blog readers, actually know my kids and can say something to them. Not a big deal unless it ends up feeling like a big deal to them.

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  1. I thought “the list” was crazy awesome, too! And it cast your boy in the most delightful light! As I’ve mentioned about 10 gazillion times, we’re raising our 9-yr-old grandson and he sounds so very much like your boy. In fact, the Christmas wish list that he’s been working on since AUGUST sounds very much like your son’s list. And because I am most definitely not a new mom (we raised 5 children, so this would be #6), our grandson gets the benefit of our thinking that almost everything he does is delightful….including lists such as these. I understand why you had to pull it, though. Oh, and by the way, I showed your list to my grandson and he was way impressed with your son’s knowledge of expensive cars and armament. Way to go!!

  2. My boys LOVED your boy’s list! They would make a list just like that given a little time. In fact, he gave them all kinds of great ideas. Too bad about someone making a comment.

  3. I loved the list too but I completely get the privacy bit. Also I love the way you thread these thoughts together to make a funny readable post. In awe as alwaysxxx

  4. I totally agree. You’ve got that grace of knitting the simplest of random thoughts together to make something I’m really glad I read. I have been thinking ‘am I the only guy reading this?’ and feeling a little self-conscious that I might be (though why I should feel embarrassed from a distance of 4000 miles I’m not sure- it’s not as if I’m going to bump into anyone). But after this one I’m thinking ‘why isn’t EVERYONE reading this to get a good, positive, cheery angle on real life?! Thanks again!

    • Adrian- don’t be remotely embarrassed- I read wee bits out to my husband all the time and he loves it too. I too am 4000 miles away bu feel like I’m just round the corner. That’s the beauty of the inter web as my mum would say ;-))

  5. Oh boy, my son loved that list and pulled from it himself when I asked him to make a Christmas Wish list for me. He was especially pleased to see FIRE on the list and thought it amazing that there was another boy out there who wants it too.

  6. Elizabeth M says:

    I thought the list was awesome too and my husband loved it! I’m just sorry I didn’t remember to show it to my son before you had to take it down. But I completely understand why you did take it down and agree that it was best for your son.

    I’m sorry someone made a comment to him — even with the best of intentions — that made him self-conscious.

    To be honest, that’s one of the hurdles I have holding me back in starting a blog. I keep feeling pulled to — to enter the conversation with other bloggers basically without just piping in from the peanut gallery — but am unsure how I could handle all I feel a need to discuss and keep my family’s privacy.

    BUT you do a beautiful job and are so inspiring to so many. I’ve noted many bloggers either overtly (by stating it) or not simply share less about their children as they get older and more aware of the “publicity.” I get that as they get older they should have more say in what is shared and what isn’t.

    But I hope your boys know that so many of us other moms and dads (and our boys) wish we could be real-life friends with your family because you are “real” and have up days and down days (and tired days) and still manage to inspire us and share the love and fun of your family. (Sorry for that massive run-on sentence!)

  7. I totally sympathize with your son, tell him it could be worse though I grew up in a tiny town where everyone literally knew everyone else and subscribed to the small town newspaper where my mother wrote a weekly column that regularly featured the antics of my brother and me. Yish!! People definitely came up to us in the street and commented, and when our classmates could read it was worse. She finally stopped writing about us when I was around nine or ten because “its embarrassing mom!!” Now at 27 I treasure these old columns as valuable family history. Oh yeah and my mom still writes her column and regularly features me and her granddaughter with my blessing 🙂