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  • Of Food And Love: A school morning

    Having a child who goes to school changes the morning routine forever.  Cylas is pretty chipper in the morning (thank the lawd).  It doesn’t take too much to get him up and he’s always good for some conversation.

     

    Today he asked to eat Kix for breakfast.  So did his little sister.  This miffed him a bit.  “Why does she always follow me??  I dont.want.her.to.follow.me.”  I put my hand on his shoulder and looked him square in the eye.  “She is your little sister.  She loves you.”  He accepted that and then we talked about more important things like his dreams and firefighters.

     

    His clothing selection routine goes something like this: I pick it out, he complains and sheds a tear or two because I picked a shirt that wasn’t cool.  So, he picks out the “cool shirt and cool pants” and all is well with the world.  But this morning mama struck gold.  One can never go wrong with skulls and khakis.

     

    His socks are equally as important.  Today he was trying to figure out if it was a Spiderman day or not.  Eventually, he informed me that it was Spiderman’s birthday and so Spiderman socks it was to be. 

     

    The rest of the morning he was singing happy birthday to Spiderman…even while brushing his teeth.

     

    I have to admit that my least favorite part of the morning is the shoes.  I am not a fan of trying to loosen all the strings and hope that they are just perfect so his foot can slide in.  Today he was being silly.

     

    Thank goodness he taught himself how to tie his shoes, so most mornings, it’s just me wrestling to get his foot in and then he ties the shoe.  I can work with that.

    Lastly, the wait.  This is the best part of my morning, because I get to listen in on his conversations with himself.  He sings, talks, solves problems, schemes, makes noises.  It’s really cool.  I love my school mornings with my little boy.

     

    But most importantly, we pray right before he leaves.  We pray that he would make good choices, be responsible, show kindness and be a good example.  Have a good day, my Spiderman boy.

    28 Sep 2011, 8:30am
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  • Of Food and Love: The Dentist

    I may as well have said, “Cylas, you’re going to the tooth-ripper”, because he was scared.  Yesterday was Cy’s first visit to the dentist.  I picked him up after school and headed straight for the dentist’s office.  Cy was really, really quiet.  Like, disconcertingly so…  my child is only quiet when he’s asleep.  I lie not.

    “Whatchya thinkin about, hunny?”

    “The dentist.  I’m scared.”

    “What?  Why, baby, there is nothing to be afraid of…”

    “Well, why do I have to open my mouth soo wide?  Like ALL the way open?”

    I made reassuring sounds and he stopped worrying, for a little bit.  Then, I got lost.  Don’t ask me how.  This town has one main street that runs through then a bunch of side streets and alleys.   Cylas knew I was lost and asked me what my problem was.  Dude.  I don’t know, why do there have to be so many alleys and side streets?  I looped around two times, then, I found it.

    I snapped a couple of pictures and we started up the sidewalk.

    Cylas got distracted in the bushes behind me, then I heard him yell, “He doesn’t have a jacket on, mom, why?”  So, there I am, peering through the bushes, looking at some guy in a tank top, standing in the rain only to realize, he was peeing in the bushes!!
    I grabbed Cy and started hustling down the walkway REALLY fast.  Only to find out that we were at the WRONG dentists office.  Yes, after getting lost, looping in circles, spying on a urinating man, we managed to park in ANOTHER dentist’s lot and barge in.  Worst first dentist visit in the history of a five year old’s life.  No joke.

    No fears, we only had to walk three whole blocks down to the right office.

    The cool thing about living in a small town is the history.  A lot of places have original hardware, furniture, or equipment.  And this was just such a place. 

    The sweet dentist had to have been in his late 70′s and wouldn’t you know…Cylas noticed, too.  No sooner had his little bottom sat in the big chair he says, “You’re getting old.  You’re going to die.”  These are the moments when I would GLADLY welcome a fireball from heaven striking down and hitting somewhere in the room, making just enough noise to drown out such embarrassing moments.  Or, a sinkhole would have been nice…

    Mr. Amos, all smiles, turns around and says, “What?”  Me.  Trying to act like nothing happened tells him nothing is the matter…but he heard.  He repeated Cy’s words and I’m over there with my mouth open, kind of sucking at the air, not coming up with anything witty or even a transitional phrase like, “Oh, my, would you look at the size of his canines.”  Shoot. Me.

    Moving on, Cylas was obsessed with the little bowl that had a constant flow of water.  He wanted to spit soo bad.  Eventually, he got to.  Happy boy.

    The dentist was impressed with his teeth, said that his canines were a “healthy size” and then offered him a plastic ring for his troubles.  We left with a bunch of toys made in…well, whatever, we left with a bunches of throwaway toys, a happy little camper and an embarrassed mother who is seriously considering carrying large cotton balls in her purse for such occasions that her child opens his mouth to say anything unseemly.

    19 Sep 2011, 12:30pm
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  • Of Food and Love: Are you black?

    My son came home from school on Friday with a piece of paper.  A self portrait.  He proudly laid it on the table and said, “that’s me, mom, that’s me.  I’m black.”  Then he smiled and went to play in his room.  That was all.  So nonchalant.

    It might not have been a big deal for him, but it was for me.  It was a beautiful moment in my life as a mother and a woman of slight color…I say, “slight” because I’m mixed.
    My life as a young, mixed kid was confusing, to say the least.  I grew up in a small town where almost everyone was white, wore Wranglers, big belt buckles and owned a truck and a horse.  All my friends were white and for all intents and purposes, so was I.  I was white, until some kid reminded me, most cruelly, that I was not.  I was an “ugly, black bullfrog”.  *pop*  Bubble burst and reality hit.  I wasn’t white, I was brown.  Not only was I brown, but I had puffy hair and big brows…white girls didn’t.

    I won’t go through all of my struggles as a brown girl in a white girl’s world.  Waste of time.

    Now, thank goodness, my mind is in a different place.  And my son is light years ahead of where I was at his age and I couldn’t be happier.  Skin is just a color to him, not a measure of a man’s worth.  He refers to black people as “chocolate people”.  His grandpa and great-grandpa are chocolate men.  He loves them dearly, too.  For my little boy to show such a self-awareness with confidence speaks worlds and volumes to me.  I was completely inspired by him.

    Handsome little brown boy in a cruel world.  But this handsome little brown boy is brimming with confidence.  Much more than I had.

    24 Aug 2011, 4:33pm
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  • First Day of School :: Kindergarten

    There are some moments in life that should never be forgotten.  Today is one of those days. 

    The alarm went off at 6:15am.  I rolled out of bed and walked in Cy’s room to check on him.  6:30 comes too early. 
    Around 6:45 he was up and making noises.  Finally, he joined me in the kitchen.  His knees were bobbing up and down and his little arms were moving like noodles. 

    “Mom, I’m shaking cuz I’m so excited.”
    I smiled.  He really was shaking and it was because of his nerves.  He didn’t stop moving and shaking the whole morning.

    I made him his favorite breakfast and he ate every last piece.

    We went over his lunch and snack to make sure he knew that “L” was for lunch and “S” was for snack.

    He picked out his shirt, and decided it was time to go wait for the bus. 
    But not before a little memory making with his buddy Pasha.  Pasha, who happens to have his big sister visiting from California and who Cylas was thoroughly convinced that big sister V was in fact Pasha’s girlfriend — not his sister. 

    My little boy.

      Not so little…going places without me.  

    Uhg.  I didn’t cry, but I have to admit that I had stalker thoughts…really, who would notice a huge van sitting outside the window and a fuzzy haired mother waving ecstatically?  No one, I’m sure.   Especially not the teacher or the other twenty students…or the security cameras.
    *sigh*  I will refrain.

    Train up a child…the thought that hasn’t left my mind since he stepped on the bus this morning.

    15 Jul 2011, 1:04pm
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  • This Weekend: Wear your Chucks.

    Cy’s first pair of Chucks.

    Cy’s first time wearing them, too.

    Cy’s first time on a skateboard.

    Papa took time last night to show Cy how to balance.

    And now he is successfully making it down the slope in our driveway.  Standing up.  To my horror and delight.

    I love having a boy who is up for a good challenge.

    So, where are your Chucks?? This weekend grab them and do something horribly delightful!
    27 May 2011, 2:29pm
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  • Does it feel as weird as it sounds?

    Not sure yet.  Out of all my friends, I was one of the last ones to get married.  Well, let me rephrase that, out of all the girls I hung out with I was one of the last ones to get married.  And out of my closest friends I was one of the first to get married.

    We were both 22.

    I briefly thought to try and post a picture but I won’t bother because I look the same then as I do now just a little more “aged” in my eyes.  HOnestly.  My family drank from the fountain of youth so I don’t really “age” I just get older.

    Ok, fine.  Here.

    We dated for two years then waited two years after being married to start making a family.  Enter Cylas.  Whose name came from the owner of a store I frequented.  Actually, I only knew part of the owner’s name and thought to add the rest to make up Cylas.  He only had the first two letters “Cy” on his business card.  I liked it.  Thus, the name Cylas was born.

    Then on May 23, 06 he came into our world

    Growing fast
    And getting seriously cute

    Got a little spunkier

    Became a big brother
    …and starting to lose his baby face

    learned to love the arts
    And then, what every little boy wants, a picture with the pilot!  This was taken the day before he turned 5.  Yes, I am officially the mother of a 5 year old boy.  He is so handsome, creative, thoughtful, loving, curious, intelligent and I’m so, so proud to be his mommy. 
    Here is to decades and decades more fun and love.
    I love you Cylas David!
    7 Mar 2011, 5:25pm
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  • Sickness, it’s all the rage

    Since last week our family has been plagued with all sorts of nasty little viruses.  I was the last one to get hit.  I was hoping that if I made myself small enough and hid the little germs would pass me by.  But no, sweet kisses from my babies are too hard to pass up and yesterday I was double-fisted and flat on my back.  I got up around 6:45 and left a little before 8 so I could head to church.  Finished up a few last minute things for my Sunday school class and then taught it.  I had to run out in the middle of class.  It was awful.

    The rest of my day was spent puking and rolling around in the bed in and out of sleep.  It was horrible!  And while mommy was sick the little mice did play.  Cylas thought it would be genius to color is sister’s face, arms, legs, TOES and BUNS!!  Please, don’t ask where D was in all of this because I was semi-conscious myself.

    Today I’m back in the saddle…sort of.  I get light-headed and have to sit for a while, but I’m doing all the mommy duties again…scrubbing my kid down, and back to her natural color.  buns and all…

    Playing Connect Four with little dude.

    And cleaning up weird soap messes from yesterday’s distastraphies.

    At point one during the day, I woke up, bleary eyed to find D in the bathroom with Roma, sopping wet and crying.  He was trying to comb out all the soap she had poured into her hair…awful.  Being sick is such a waste of time…seriously.  I can’t afford it.  Next time, I’ll just skip it and save myself all the hard work of having to recoup my house.  HAH. 

    Papa did come out alive…maybe a few less brain cells, but alive nonetheless.  Thank you for letting me sleeping all day, baby.  It was just what the doctor ordered.

    9 Dec 2010, 2:52pm
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  • Some mornings, we just dance

    There are days when I wake up with guns blazing, rolling like a steamer and very motivated.  I can’t actually remember the last time that was, though.  But, it does happen, sometimes…
    Yesterday was full of plenty to do.  Our church is putting on a small pageant for Christmas and I have been really wrapped up with that, sewing costumes, finding decorations, organizing the details and in general being bossy.  Whatever.  Don’t hold it against me.  I’m the first born of three girls and a boy.  You are not born the oldest without being bossy.  Nuff said.
    So yesterday morning I was trying to get myself mentally ready to take on the day.  D was here for a while before school, so I took that time to go for a run.  I live for running in the mornings.  It does a lot for me, my energy level and clarity of mind.
    But finally, it was just me and the kids.  And I started blasting the Christmas tunes.  My hair was out of its braids.  It’s long and curly and a little wild and I decided that it would be the perfect time to rock my AFro.  And that I did.  Just me and my babies, dancing in the morning while the weather outside was cold and white.  It felt good.  Me and my Afro were reconnected and my kids tore up the house before the day could whisper “hello”.
    Now, this video does not show my Fro-ic hair…I just couldn’t bear to assault you all with that wildness.
    24 Nov 2010, 12:47pm
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  • …next time won’t you sing with me

        Let’s give it up for the little boy with the lisp, and action packed non-stop adventure energy imagination.  It took us a total of two weeks practicing on and off and then faithfully three days in a row until he could say them perfectly.  And he did!  Papa promised him toy soldiers if he could say them on his own.  Wow.  What a motivator.  My little boy saying his ABC’s in his sleep trying to perfect them so he could play with those plastic soldiers.  Which, now, I am finding everywhere and have stepped on numerous times.  But so has he, so he understands that they must be picked up because stepping on plastic toy soldiers can results in tears and possibly naughty words escaping innocent lips. tsk, tsk.
     He did SO well!!  ( <~~ click on those words and it will redirect.  unfortunately, Youtube wouldn’t imbed the video in this post)
    8 Jun 2010, 11:42am
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  • Who’s yo’ daddy

    Cylas is a boy after his papa’s heart.  He loves to be silly.  Unfortunately, I caught the tail end of their shenanigans but you’ll get the idea…

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