Thursday, April 17, 2014

Happy Haiku


She wakes up early
To darling grins, smiling eyes;
Thanks her lucky stars.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

I'm a Fool


Quick tip: Today is April Fools' Day.

This day has always been a problem for me because I'm gullible.

It's the day where I add post-it notes to my computer and cell phone that read: Proceed with caution and don't be fooled.

In any case I just wanted to warn you. 

Happy April!

 photo postdivider14_zps57bd2d25.jpg

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Laurealism Library: Volume 1

I've set a goal to read at least thirty-six books this year, and I'm well on my way. Here's a quick update on what I've been reading in the last couple of months (in order from least enjoyed, to most enjoyed.)
The House GirlTara Conklin
Pick this up if: You're looking for a quick, easy read and enjoy historical fiction. Similar to: Anything by Phillipa Gregory
My rating: 3/5

Notes: While this book did keep me interested, I found myself liking the historical parts much better than the mystery. I tend to like books that really speak to me, are full of a great writing, or are completely different than anything I've read. I'm not sure that this book falls into any of those categories.

Burial RitesHannah Kent
Pick this up if: You're into history or have a strong opinion (either way) in regards to capital punishment.
My Rating: 3/5

Notes: I'll warn you this is a pretty depressing book. But it does make you think, and may change your opnions.

Pick this up if: You want an afternoon read, or need a little inspiration.
My Rating: 4/5

Notes: Packed with analogies, this little number will really make you think. You'll come out of it with a little pep in your step.

The Bell JarSylvia Plath
Pick this up if: Well, just pick it up if you haven't yet.
Similar to: Girl, Interrupted
My Rating: 4/5

Notes: This was published in 1963, and still managed to speak to me. When an author can connect to readers who won't be born for decades... well, those are the truly talented ones, aren't they?

11/22/63Stephen King
Pick this up if: You love The Kennedy's, history, or are just looking for a long, easy read to curl up with.
Similar to: The Time Traveler's Wife
My Rating: 4/5

Notes: Historical-Science Fiction? And there's romance? There may not be another book that falls into so many different categories. But then again, it is Stephen King.

It's Kind of a Funny StoryNed Vizzini
Pick this up if: You want to learn something about yourself.
Similar to: The Perks of Being a Wallflower
My Rating: 5/5

Notes: This one definitely spoke to me. Which is weird because it's a story about what happens when a depressed teen is checked into an adult psych ward. But you'll just adore the main character. Definitely worth reading.

What have you been reading? Is it something that belongs on my to-read list?


 photo postdivider14_zps57bd2d25.jpg

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Fairy Tales

 photo postdivider14_zps57bd2d25.jpg

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Spelling B-E-E

You know how there was always that kid in the back of all of your high school classes, asking the teacher, "But when will we use this in real life?"

And the teacher may have gone on to explain a real world application or, if there really was no practical reasoning the answer was, "Consider this a brain exercise."

Maybe I've used mathematic principles in my way of thinking along the way. But I literally have never had to use the quadratic formula in real life. Though, I certainly sing it to myself every time I'm watching a Notre Dame game (thanks, Wheeler High School!)

And in my current, primary line of work, which I consider to be motherhood, I've yet to use the formula Distance = Rate x Time. Which is what my genius (and awesome) college roommate convinced me was really the only thing I ever needed to know when it came to math. Especially in the courses I was taking (helloooo, liberal arts major.)

She's also cringing somewhere at my overuse of parentheses in this post. Hi, Lainey!

But you know what you really do need to learn?

How to spell.

And not just for the reasons you'd think, like looking semi-educated on Facebook, for instance. Or more practically, on a job application.

No, no, no. The REAL reason you learn how to spell is because someday, you will have a toddler who will understand all of the words that are coming out of your mouth. Even the ones not directed at him.

"I'm going to run upstairs to take a shower. I'll be back in a minute."
Bath? Meeeeee bath? Bath! Bath! Yay, Bath!

"Guess what!? Girl Scout cookies came today!"
COOKIES!? Meeeee cookies? Peeeassse, Mom? Cookies, peas? Two, cookies?

"After lunch I'm going to try and get him down for a quick nap."
Noooooo nap, Mom! Back hurts. Nooo... [Unitelligible through tears and snot.]

And before you know it you are silently thanking a higher being for your ability to spell. And for your husband's ability to spell.

And sure you may sound a little ridiculous:

"I have to drop him off at S-C-H-O-O-L and run to the S-T-O-R-E, but would you like me to pick you up anything at D-U-N-K-I-N?"

But for now at least, you don't have to reason with a toddler in regards to why donuts aren't a healthy choice. And why he can't come with you to the store. And why we aren't going out the door for school this exact instant.

You see, toddlers live in the moment. There is no future, there is no past. There is only now. Which sounds like an enviable trait, until you are explaining to your kid for the sixth day in a row that you aren't going on that A-I-R-P-L-A-N-E today, but the day after the day after the day after tomorrow (translation: a couple months.)

So, I'd just like to take a moment to thank everyone who had a hand in teaching me how to spell. Though, goodness knows what I'll do the day Henry learns. Insert the circle of life comment here.

Which words do you spell in your household?

 photo postdivider14_zps57bd2d25.jpg

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Dramantics

To be honest, as the mom of two little boys, I really didn't think I'd have to deal with any dramatic antics. Dramatics if you will. Yes, I think I just invented a fabulous word so go with it.

Newsflash: Kids are dramatic.

Occasionally it's annoying, but most of the time it's hysterical.


Here's what I'm currently dealing with:

1. If Henry sneezes and I don't say, BLESS YOU! right away, he continues to fake sneeze until I do.

2. This is the scene if Henry runs into Mark or I, or if we accidentally bump him:

Whoa, whoa, whoa! (Sends himself flying to the floor.)

I barely touched you, I'll tell him.

Ouch. Mommy hurt Hank, he'll whisper... with big, sad eyes. This will eventually turn into an awkward and embarrassing situation out in public, I'm sure of it.

3. One day last week, Mark's back was bothering him. He literally told Henry ONCE that he couldn't pick him up because his "back hurts." Well that quickly became Henry's favorite reason to avoid anything he doesn't want to do. A very good reminder that we must severely watch what we say.

Could you help Mommy and let the dogs in?
Back hurts, Mom.

Can you show me how you can count?
Back hurts, Mom.

Can you help me pick up these puzzle pieces that you just threw while madly running around the room?
Back hurts, Mom.

Time for nap!
NO! Back hurts, Mom!

Oh, the dramantics, I tell ya. And I can't be the only one, can I? Let's hear it: What are your children's current dramantics?


 photo postdivider14_zps57bd2d25.jpg

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Picture Perfect

Laurealism presents:

What you see vs. What you don't see.*

What you see: 
A snuggly little boy, in cuddle mode.

What you don't see: 
This little boy is refusing a nap. I give in, because he is bribing me with hugs (which are usually hard to come by.) Due to lack of sleep, in a few short hours he will terrorize us with a terrifying tantrum-apocalypse because I won't let him pee in the dogs' water bowl.


What you see: 
An adorable, bouncing, baby boy.

What you don't see: 
Said baby boy just got his first tooth at four months. And after a couple of sleepless nights, he still doesn't quite know the difference between a teething toy and say... my nipple.



What you see: 
A rather impressive block-town built together. Because I have all the time in the world to build block-towns.

What you don't see: 
Me, stepping on a triangle shaped block, 5 minutes or so after Henry-zilla terrorizes this humble little town. 
And there are exactly 100 other things I could (maybe should?) be doing instead of playing blocks with my son, but on this particular day I went with the playing because sometimes Mommy just wants to play, too.


What you see: 
A pretty cool fireplace.

What you don't see: 
My toddler picking that sand up. And then throwing it. Also just how terrifying those rocks will be when the baby becomes mobile.


What you see: 
A boy imitating his dog. And it is adorable.

What you don't see: 
The daily fight to convince Henry to wear clothes.
Also: splinters for days.


What you see: 
Two sweet pups.

What you don't see: 
Dog hair everywhere, always.
Missing dinner (I thought I put that chicken right here.)


What you see: 
Two brothers cuddling

What you don't see: 
It's 5:30A.M. and I stayed up way too late with a book because I needed a little me-time and got carried away. And Daddy who is usually the saving grace in this situation has an early meeting. There is likely an iPad hiding somewhere in these covers, which will buy me the time it takes for one Jake and the Neverland Pirates episode to pull myself together. Dry cereal for breakfast, anyone?


What you see: 
A mom who has time to create cute little crafts for her son's nursery school class.

What you don't see: It's 11P.M. the night before. I had to run out to buy these goldfish because I nearly forgot about the holiday party. Also the baby is literally wearing the last of his diapers. Say it with me folks: procrastination.


What you see: 
The whole crew excitedly watching Daddy walk in.

What you don't see: 
How excited I am to put myself in time-out once Daddy walks through the door. 



What you see: 
Children at play. Both children are happy, fed and dressed.

What you don't see: To the left is a seriously messy kitchen. Which will remain that way for at least another day (give or take a week.) 
Also, in a few moments Henry will feed William a pretzel while my back is turned.

--

*What's the point of all this?

It's this: I know I am very, very blessed with everything that I have in my life. But, I am far from perfect. There are many things I need more time for, many things I'd like to do better. 98% of the time I am just barely holding it together. If a picture can say a thousand words, a real-life situation can say a thousand more. 

I've read many stats, stories and posts lately on how people are unhappier in general because of social media: feeling they need to constantly compare themselves to other people and their picture-perfect social media lives. 

Friends: Comparison is the thief of joy. 

So I want to be clear: My life is not picture perfect. My social media presence is just me putting my best foot forward, as they say. I'm trying to share and spread my happiness, not hinder yours.

And I will continue to like and comment on and share in all of your picture perfect posts. Because frankly, why can't your happy moments be mine as well?

 photo postdivider14_zps57bd2d25.jpg

Saturday, February 15, 2014

twenty+eight



Happy birthday to me!

I've been feeling slightly overwhelmed lately. The cliched notion of so much to do, so little time seems to be constantly looming in the back of my mind. And while it applies to many aspects of my life (dishes, laundry, play-time with the boys, etc.) for me it also most particularly applies to reading.

It's estimated that there are 129 million books printed in modern history. If I live to be 100 (goal age!) I'd have to read more than 3500 books per day to get to them all. Suffice it to say, I don't think I'm going to get there.

But I can surely try to get to all the good stuff. And I like to think that I've gotten to at least some of that good stuff. Which is why I've compiled this list. Twenty-eight books. One for every year of my life. These are must reads in my opinion, spanning all ages and all genres.

Twenty + Eight Books:



Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn
The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster
The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis
Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstein
Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling
The Giver, Lois Lowry
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Oh, The Places You'll Go! Dr. Seuss
The Awakening, Kate Chopin
Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
Me Talk Pretty One Day, David Sedaris
The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
Charlotte's Web, E.B. White
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot
Inglorious Basterds: A Screenplay, Quentin Tarantino
And the Mountains Echoed, Khaled Hosseini
On the Night You Were Born, Nancy Tillman
Olivia, Ian Falconer
The Bridges of Madison County, Robert James Waller
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
The Red Tent, Anita Diamant
Girl with a Pearl Earring, Tracy Chevalier
Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
What Does the Fox Say? Ylvis

I cherish all of these books for one reason or another.

I remember my mom reading The Chronicles of Narnia to us. In fact, I remember so vividly how I imagined the children traveling through the wardrobe into Narnia that it may as well be a memory of an actual event.

I remember translating The Little Prince from it's original French in high school. It's magic moved me so much, that I've chosen it as the first book to read to all of my babies.

I remember how Chuck Palaniuk's writing really shocked me, initially. But then I couldn't put him down. It's like he could read my mind at moments.

And how I laughed with David Sedaris. How can the experiences of this man, who is in many ways my very opposite, resonate with me so much?

Many of these books changed my perspective. Many opened my eyes. Many took me on adventures I could never have imagined on my own. But most importantly, they allowed me to better know myself.

And it always amazes me; how can it be that an author fifty years ago, living a completely different life, in a completely different world, put into words an exact sentiment or thought I've had before? Words can really do wonders to bring us closer together as people.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. George R.R. Martin

And I intend to do just that.

And what's more... I want thousands of wonderful adventures for everyone. Did you know that in some of the lowest-income neighborhoods in the U.S. there is only ONE book available for every 300 children? That statistic breaks my heart. 

So if you want to give me a birthday gift this year consider donating to the Laurealism Birthday Book Drive which I've organized through First Book, a great organization that provides access to new books for children in need.

Children deserve the chance to learn to love to read. So wish me a happy birthday by donating... whatever amount you can. Even a $10 donation provides four books to children who need them.

My Ideal Bookshelf

 photo postdivider14_zps57bd2d25.jpg