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oofta

Today was an “oofta” kind of day.

My alarm didn’t go off in the morning. When I woke up (after the bus was long gone) I checked and rechecked the super cheap thing and it was fine. Anywhooo, got the big boys to school about a half hour late.

I noticed everyone was just really tired after the long weekend with the grandparents. This presents itself in different ways with each kid but it certainly starts to feel a bit like the surround sound is on and the music is tuned to channel “drive me freaking bananas”.

Didn’t help that I’ve had a headache for about a week. (It’s not a tum-a…Kindergarten Cop shout out! Hay-o!)

So the kids got home and were all up in my business in a way they usually aren’t. On a different day, on a better day, I would’ve understood they all needed a little break. A break where I went into each room for a little one on one time. Instead I set out a snack for them and went to do motherly things (you know, things like laundry, feeding the dogs, Facebook checking).

I get a call from Zach asking if I’ll bring the kids and meet him at our friends’s house.

So I head to the kitchen to fill up my water bottle.

And stumble upon quite the disaster area. Chairs everywhere, popcorn everywhere, etc, etc.

I have issues with cleanliness. I know this. I’m working on it.

But I called for the kids and -let’s just be honest- yelled at them. Discussed how disrespectful it was, how it wasn’t responsible, etc etc.

I’ve tried to be honest with my kids about my feelings. I want them to know feelings are normal. That anger is sometimes just a mask.

So I told them that they hurt my feelings. That sometimes when they don’t clean up, it feels to me that it’s because they think my main “job” is to clean up after them. I told them that I hate being upset with them. I love playing with them, I love cuddling them. But I don’t know how else to react when I come and find something like this.

And then it happened. Dailah started crying. And then Trysten. Tomas began wailing, Tariku started sniffling and Bini lost his crap.

I asked why they were crying, “We just love you so much, mom, we’re so sorry.” Mmmk then I started crying.

I got in there and asked for a group hug. I told them I forgave them for the mess and asked them to forgive me for my ridiculous outburst.

Then we got in a huddle and did a little “team” chant.

Sometimes I forget that. Sometimes I forget that we’re a team and that sometimes there will be team members not pulling their own weight.

Most of the time I forget that team member is usually me.

The most brilliant part about morning is that I get to start again.

Tonight I’m just so, so thankful for that.

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Adley’s Baptism

This weekend we took off for my hometown to witness my niece Adley’s baptism. Great weekend. Great service. Great people.

And great photo ops!

The lady of the hour.

Getting baptized

Aunts, uncles and cousins

The grandparents

The Godparents

The crew who showed up to support our Adley

These two took time out between pictures to be ridiculously cute

The precious family

Lunch after, deliciously prepared by my mom. Here, my grandma with Adley

Dailah was biding her time until she could hop in the picture. She loves her great grandma, and also happens to really love Adley too. I love this picture.

But not as much as I love these people.

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Smelling Salts

loved this from here…

“ Jesus hates suffering, injustice, evil, and death so much, he came and experienced it to defeat it and, someday, to wipe the world clean of it. Knowing all this, Christians cannot be passive about hunger, sickness, and injustice. Karl Marx and others have charged that religion is ‘the opiate of the masses.’ That is, it is a sedative that makes people passive toward injustice, because there will be ‘pie in the sky bye and bye.’ That may be true of some religions that teach people that this material world is unimportant or illusory. Christianity, however, teaches that God hates the suffering and oppression of this material world so much, he was willing to get involved in it and to fight against it. Properly understood, Christianity is by no means the opiate of the people. It’s more like the smelling salts.”

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All I got

Remember this post?

Tomorrow I get to collect on my most generous gift from my Bodyflow participants.

I’m getting a one hour massage.

And I’m so excited about it I might not sleep tonight.

And that’s all I got.

It’s the small things in life for this mama.

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Old Pictures

On NYE Zach and I stumbled upon some old picture CDs. So fun to see. For your viewing pleasure:

Trysten with my father-in-law at a wedding.

My brother and a few friends visiting baby Trysten.

Trysten giving Dailah (in my belly) a little hug.

Trysten fishing with Papa John.

How could I not post this?

Trysten with one of our friends (who lived with us at the time). They were so precious.

Mid hair-cut. Only Zach would do this…and then take a picture of it. Trysten is still cute.

And then this. Proof we weren’t always as cool as we pretend to be now. Gross. Avert your eyes.

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Welcome 2011!

We had such a great time bringing in the new year. I told the kids they could try staying up until midnight this year (I think I’m deranged in multiple ways). I planned many ways to keep them entertained throughout the night.

First, we had dinner, complete with sparkling grape juice for the kids.

We gave the kids showers and then settled in for the next chapter of Harry Potter (we’ve been reading the first book as a family).

After that was a quick game of Life. Interestingly enough, Tomas made the best decisions. Went to college, became a doctor, lived in a trailer until he had saved enough money to buy a house just big enough to fit his family. I was impressed!

And then…ice cream!

Daddy showed the kids his skills with the DS.

Tomas wore ridiculously small PJs, apparently I was the only one disturbed by this.

Bini posed his tiny little body.

Dailah started to get a little crazy, or as we like to call her “Delirious Dailah”.

Movie (Ice Age) for kids, some time with Z$ for me.

At about 11, Dailah looked to be the only one who could still continue for hours unscathed. I negotiated a deal. They go to bed now and have a sleep over, or go to bed at midnight and sleep in their rooms. They chose sleepover.

An hour later, I was forcing my husband to take a festive picture with me. This marked the first time in 9 years 5 years that I stayed up until midnight.

Happy new year to all of my blog buddies! I wish you health, happiness and more joy than you can possibly imagine.

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Photos

Over Thanksgiving my mom arranged for my side of the family to go to a family friend’s (who also took my wedding pics) photo studio. Good times. I’m not even sure how many she took, somewhere around 1 billion I would imagine, but we did manage to find a few keepers.

My sweet, sweet babes.

This is more like it (ignore the small issue of Binyam’s impending beheading).

My babes and my niece Adley.

My parents with all of their grandkids.

The whole crew.

And then us. Zangers I love these people.

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Christmas

Christmas with kids? Just too much. Too much fun, too much warm and fuzzy feeling, too much joy, too much splendor, too much wonder. Just too much. We Santa don’t go all out, we get the kids just a few presents. This doesn’t seem to faze the kids much, they are still just overjoyed at the thought that a creepy guy with a beard came into the house while they were sleeping and left them some packages.

This is them in the morning.

After opening presents Zach always makes Jesus birthday pancakes. We get to enjoy them, too, but they really are to celebrate the birth of Jesus. And I have no idea why my man with the beautiful smile insists on making this face when he sees my camera.

Once we get ready and the kids get some time to play with their new stuff we head over to Zach’s parent’s house. I’ve said it before here, but let me tell you how much I love the Klipschs. So much, that’s how much. They are just an extension of my family, every single one. Every time I watch TV and/or movies that depict this often tumultuous in-law relationship I thank God I got the ones I got. They are tops.

Mimi Terre read (seemingly billions) of books to Binyam.

Papa Frank watched as Trysten showed him his new moves on the DS.

We ate much deliciousness, including my gorilla bread (thank you, Paula Dean). Mmmmm.

Bini got a plethora of snuggles from his aunt Kait.

Cash was there.

As was Eli.

We opened presents, including this homemade hat by Zach’s mom. It’s perfect for him.

She also made hats for the kids and tie dye clothes for us all!

Frank showed off the moustaches we gave him.

I showed off my most favorite magazine subscription that Frank and Emily gave me.

Frank gets the kids a big present every year. This year he had them hide his eyes before the big unveiling. This was Tariku’s reaction when he saw snowboards (for him and Trysten) and a bike (for Tomas).

Tomas literally cried with happiness at his bike.

Trysten was pretty psyched about his snowboard too.

The more than generous grandparents with their grandchildren.

We left more excited than when we came in, if possible. It was an awesome day, simply awesome.

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‘Twas the nights before Christmas

We spent the 22-24th at my parents house celebrating Christmas. It was a wonderful, relaxing, beautiful time. Time spent holding, feeding and admiring baby Adley.

I reminisced about those first few times my bio babes smiled and my heart was immediately full. I admired (and recognized the truth) in Adley’s shirt.
I watched as this man, my man who pretends to dislike babies, held, fed, rocked and played with this baby. I remembered one of the reasons I fell in love with him. 
I watched as my sons tried snowboarding for the first time. Trysten with trepidation and then elation. Watching him conquer something like this all while making it look effortless was a confidence boost he didn’t necessarily need. I still admired his courage and penache as he dominated the slopes.
I watched as Tariku, who did need the confidence boost, also dominated the slopes. Slower to excel than his older brother but certainly more determined. I smiled with abandon watching his little afro cut down the slope. I recalled how easily physical things come to him, I clapped and cheered and yelled his name as he raced towards me.
I watched and chewed my nails watching Tomas give everything he had to keep up with his brothers. I watched as he fell, over and over, and stood up with a smile each time. I laughed as he befriended a slope employee and somehow convinced him to help him for the next few hours. I agreed when Tariku pointed out, “Tomas may not be the best at snowboarding but he is the best at making friends.” I was thankful watching my brother and husband catch his falls and then prop him back up ad nauseam all day. I was just so, so thankful to see Tomas on the hills of Iowa.

I admired, warm and dry, my husband and brother as they patiently encouraged, helped, lifted and pulled the boys. I recognized the boys’ big success had much to do with the love of these two men.
I hung with the two littles, one of which refused to wear gloves, ahem Binyam, ahem. I fawned over their intelligence, their wit and their ability to not complain while their fingers turned deep purple, ahem, Binyam, ahem.
I watched as Dailah, ever the brave one, coaxed my dad into letting her “ski” with him. And then watched as she coaxed Tomas into lending her his snowboard so she could give it a whirl. I jumped up and down as I watched her ride the little bunny slope the whole way, upright, effortless and then turn to me and give me the thumbs up.
I withstood my husband’s endless fascination with my ability to wear the same gray sweatpants multiple days in a row and then go take them out in public. 
I hung out with my oldest friends. We talked of old times and celebrated them while still managing to toast to the new.
We laughed. A lot. I remembered why I love them so. I remembered how each one of them is so different, but together we make a pretty amazing “Fab 4”. 
I watched as my mom doted on all of her grandkids. How she bartered with me to give them more ice cream, more chocolate, more donuts. I admired her grace, her unselfishness and her generosity. 
We opened a lot of presents. A lot. I touched my hand to my face to try to loosen up the tight smile muscles. Too much joy. I clapped as Tomas and Binyam-eyes wide-enjoyed their first Christmas. 

I heard Tariku yell my name to tell me Santa Claus was in the house. That he came all the way here. To wish us a special Merry Christmas. I heard Tomas tell Santa, “Thank you for everything you do for kids.” I reassured Tariku that this was the real Santa, who came here because he was excited that Tomas and Binyam had come here recently from Ethiopia. I told him that Santa whispered to me that he came because I had the best kids in the world. And I thanked baby Jesus that was true.

I sat on Santa’s lap, recognizing an old basketball coach in his eyes. I smiled remembering how encouraging he was to me, how fun he made the sport that was not always so. I patted his shoulder hoping he would know what I meant by that, “Thank you for this (Santa), thank you for that (basketball), thank you.”
I salivated when our neighbor (and owner of one of my favorite restaurants in Iowa) brought my favorite cut of beef-Prime Rib-to our house. My stomach throbbed, my mouth watered and I waited with the anticipation of my kids on Christmas Eve.
And then we ate. So much good food prepared with love, by my mom. I laughed as Tomas emptied his plate and “almost cried” at all of the good food. I giggled watching Binyam attempt to gum his way through the prime rib. We toasted Jesus, each other and the year ahead. I looked around the table and said a secret prayer that God continue to bless this family with laughter, with love and with many more happy memories.
And on this day, like every other day, I was so thankful for these kids. Who made me smile, laugh and cry (a bit).