My Third Time

So this is the third time that I've tried to publish a post using the blogger app on my phone. I've learned that if reception is poor, you'll lose your post. And you may just lose it for no reason. Anyway, I'm still pricing internet options and things tend to move extra slow when the old man has to make a monetary decision (I've nicknamed him Mr. Crabs and if you don't know why'd you need to get out from under your rock and watch Spongebob Squarepants). It's times like these that I wish I lived in a huge city over a Starbucks so that I could use their WiFi. Mr. Crabs would like that, too.

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You are a good mom

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I don't know about you, but as a blogger I read a lot of gorgeous blogs by supermamas. And they really are supermamas with absolutely no pretense, doing an amazing job raising, loving, and (or maybe not) homeschooling their kids. It can make a mom feel less than adequate. Let's review.

William would like to eat this for every meal (and when it's not this, it's toaster waffles or macaroni and cheese):

Supermama's somehow get their toddlers to eat this:

The supermama's way of raising children consists of:

* super-organized learning environments with children who know what a dodecahedron is at 3.

* children who break out in the praise songs of Michael W. Smith, not "Disco Stick" by Lady Gaga.

* Children who don't steal toys from playmates (and actually know and practice the meaning of the word "share"), and never think of bashing said playmate over the head with said unstolen toy.

* Mom's either model head to toe organic, zero-carbon-footprint wardrobe and have dewy skin from make-at-home-with-veggies-from-the-garden facial products and blissed out countenance (while being key members of the "cool moms" clique)

OR

Model stellar thinness, athletic ability, perfectly in place hair and make-up, and amazing clothing put-togetheredness (while being key members of the "cool moms" clique)

* Mom attends every PTA meeting, raises thousands in the Yankee Candle sale, and still has time to previously pictured create delicious, homemade, healthy meal while coif is perfect and clothing is super put-togethered. Oh, and all the laundry is done!

In this laundry room

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NOT this one!

* Toddlers don't fall on the ground in a kicking tantrum and run for the hills (or behind the couch) at the mention of the word "potty."

* The answer to every request, question, or sentence isn't "NO!!!!" Followed by running and hiding behind the couch.

* Oh, and they definitely have never sat on the cat for fun. Repeatedly.

Do you love your children and do they know it? Are you consciously trying to teach them how to be good, kind, moral individuals? Do you read and play with them, sing to them, pay attention and help when they need it? Have you kept them from dismembering an arm or leg, or from falling from high places (and from climbing onto said high places), or otherwise injuring themselves or others on a continual basis (unforeseen injuries, fluke accidents, and occasional toddler fights notwithstanding)?

Most importantly, when they look at you, can you feel the love that they have for you?

If you can answer yes to these questions, pat yourself on the back. You are a good mother.

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On those days when you want to drive out into the country and push your children out of the car and speed away, go look in the mirror and say to yourself "You are a good mother."

When your teenager uses cuss words that you didn't even know existed to describe how she feels about you at that moment, remind yourself, "You are a good mother."

When your house looks as if a cyclone went through it, the dishes are piled to the ceiling, and your perfectionist mother-in-law unexpectedly shows up, take a deep breath and remind yourself that You are a good mother.

When you have to explain to the doctor that your child really DID get that black eye by stepping on the end of a rake, stare her back in her naturally suspicious eyes and say out loud, "You know what? I am a good mother!"

Because you know what? You are.

Bowling Shoes

Truthfully, this isn't about bowling shoes, but I liked it for a title. Tim, Will, and I went to a birthday party today at a bowling alley and William "played" (with lots of help) his first game. I've never seen such cute bowling shoes as the ones that Will wore. He was styling!

Truthfully, this isn't about bowling shoes, but I liked it for a title. Tim, Will, and I went to a birthday party today at a bowling alley and William "played" (with lots of help) his first game. I've never seen such cute bowling shoes as the ones that Will wore. He was styling!

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My modem has decided to turn off and not come back on, so for a while I'll either be posting by phone or when I can get to a Wi-Fi hot spot. Bah, Time Warner Cable modem! Why must you make blogging life so trying?

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This is a preview of what the camera in the Droid can do. Using a free application called Vignette (also available for the iPhone), I took these pictures and used the "old picture" setting. There are so many settings that I can't get into now, but I will eventually!

Have a fabulous spring like day (or fall day for all of my Aussie friends).

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