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Posted by on Oct 13, 2016 in Sprinkles | 3 comments

Thursday Thoughts

  1. Serious question: If you have small kids and no dogs, what does meal time look like for you? More specifically, what does the post meal clean-up look like in your house? Because Andi Rose (and even Atlas on occasion) throws 68% of her food off her tray and it rarely hits the floor because Ob catches it mid-air. And if Ob misses, Marley swoops in and gets it off the floor. I’m not even sure how I would handle that clean-up without the dogs. Would I have to pick it up by hand and then vacuum up all the tiny crumbs? Is that what you mama’s do that don’t own pets? I’m going to need you to comment below and tell me because I’m curious. I know owning dogs comes with plenty of extra work, but if we didn’t have Ob & Marley I think I would have to vacuum after every meal (you know, as compared to every other day because of dog hair).  dogs
  2. Another serious question: Why do people without children say, “I could never have kids because I can barely keep a plant alive.” That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Plants are way harder to keep alive than kids. I’ve killed so many plants in my lifetime, but I’m 2 for 2 with tiny humans. Plants are fickle and weak. Kids are resilient. When I forget to water my mums, do you know what they say? Nothing. They are silent. So they wither away. But if I forget to give Andi Rose her bottle she screams to remind me. Atlas says things like, “Hey, Mom! Can I have some goldfish?” My hydrangeas never ask me for more miracle grow…and they have not because they ask not. Can we stop comparing kids to plants? #notthesame
  3. Dave’s mom has been staying with us and she doesn’t have a Target in her hometown, so she asked if one of us could take her to Target on Wednesday night and of course I was like, “I’m your girl.” Dave ended up going with us and when we got into the parking lot Dave said we could get out and he would meet us inside with the kids. At least that’s what I think he said. That’s what I heard anyways. I was sprinting into Target before the car even came to a complete stop in an attempt to wander down as many aisles as I could alone. I dodged him and the kids for 25 solid minutes before they finally found me.   I spent 25 minutes looking all over for Dave & my precious babies before finally running into them in the grocery section. (I snagged this sweater while we were there because all the leopard things just call to me. I think it ended up being like $12?). God bless my sweet Dave. He really takes that whole “happy wife, happy life” thing to heart. I’m glad he’s mine. I really can’t imagine doing motherhood (or life) without him. my_boo
  4. Continuing with that same thought….I ended up chasing Andi Rose around Target (after I finally found her and Dave) and Target’s floor is quite dirty. I never would have noticed that if it weren’t for Andi Rose. She puts every thing in her mouth and while we were in Target I fished a granola bar out of her hand along with a fig newton, a Mike n Ike, a piece of gum and countless tiny pieces of trash. Those are just the things I stopped from going into her mouth. No telling what she put in her mouth when I wasn’t paying attention for 2 seconds. They need a vacuum up in there for realz. And people need to stop throwing their food on Target’s floor. Rude.
  5. Atlas got a teepee for his birthday and it’s our new favorite spot in the house. We sit in there and read books together and it’s one of the greatest things ever. I love listening to his imagination and he will ask me to tell him stories and then he will tell me a story (usually a similar rendition of the story I just told him, only slightly more exaggerated – he’s a one-upper) and then he will all of a sudden grab his bear and say, “SSHH! Someone is coming! I think it’s a horse!” Or he will say, “Did you hear that? I think that was Santa!” It’s just so fun to watch him be a kid. This age with him is my jam.teepeeAndi Rose is currently teething and making our life all kinds of crazy, but Atlas is really making life so much fun. I have to keep telling myself that before I can blink Andi Rose will be his age – I love that baby girl more than life, but man she is giving me a run for my money lately. She is just so dang busy and she is a feisty little pistol ya’ll! I’m praying that her personality sticks though and if God grants me the wisdom and grace to raise her right, that little personality she has now will make her impervious to peer pressure when she’s a teenager. Homegirl does what she wants, when she wants. *And I’m not saying Atlas is perfect. He’s my child, so when he gets overly tired he can’t control his emotions at all. The other morning he woke up grouchy because he missed his nap the day before and was up too late at night, so at the breakfast table he was crying (more like sobbing) because Andi Rose was ‘looking at him.’ Not even joking. Real tears…because his sister was looking at him. It was 9am and I was like, “Yeah – you’re going back to bed, but I totally get it because when I get too tired and your dad looks at me I can freak out too.”

Your turn? Time to share a random thought/question from your head! 🙂

3 Comments

  1. Hi Ashley, I have been reading every one of your Blogs and so many times I want to reply. I remember I did it once, but then forgot. LOL. But, I felt I just HAD TO FIND HOW TO REPLY TODAY, to give you some of my past with my FOUR kids, 3 boys and 1 girl.

    Back in the day, when I had 3 little boys, at the time I am remembering right now, the boys were 5 yrs. 3 yrs, and 1 yr. old. We lived in a small town North of here, in Warren, Pa., and I worked at Sylvania Plant. SECOND SHIFT. My husband was an insurance salesman so was SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING THE BOYS. I got home at 11:00 p.m., dead drop tired, and hungry, as I ran a machine that made IBM blocks.

    Anyway, the next morning, the neighbor across the street came over and told me that two of the boys, I assume Keith, the 5 yr. old and Jeff, the 3 yr. old, crawled out a window on the second floor and were playing on the porch roof, and she was so afraid they were going to fall, so she knocked on the door but got no answer. Where was MR. FARRELL???? Why, sleeping on the couch, and had no idea the little ones were out there. I was afraid to go to work after that. There was another time, that the 5, or maybe he was just 4 1/2 at that time, and I told him to take something out to his dad in the back yard, he said okay, but when I went out to see if he did, Mr. Farrell said he was busy, so we panicked and started running the streets of Warren. I found him, (I never thought I could run that fast) I was NOT a marathon runner, and it was never part of my daily routine, but just as he was about to cross the busiest street in town, I yelled at him, and thank God he turned around and saw it was me. He was confused and didn’t know where his Dad was. That is when my hair started to turn gray.

    This 75 yr. old Grandma earned every one of her totally gray hairs, believe me. Eventually, we moved to Breezemont Drive in Leeper, well, that was after I said I wanted to quit that job and move closer to home, which was only an hour away, so first we lived in a farm house, which in the winter had snow on the window sills in the bedrooms, but anyway, that’s when my daughter, LuAnne was born. We then heard of a house on Breezemont Drive that they were selling for $3500. Can you ever imagine? LOL.

    That’s when we started getting dogs and cats. Getting to your story of did we sweep the floors after the kids threw the food all over. I never swept or mopped the floors because the dogs did a better job of licking those floors clean, than I could have done with a broom and mop. On LuAnne’s 1st birthday, there was more cake on her and on the floor than anywhere. The dogs loved it, but of course, it wasn’t chocolate.

    As to how I maintained some senility, when they were bad, I made them stand in the corner, with their nose touching the corner. I had the cleanest corners around. I have so much history raising my children, because you see, I had no help from their father, as he was always a traveling salesman and then a truck driver, so I raised them when they were teenagers also. Oh my gosh, I could write a book on the raising of my kids.

    All that, and I ended up losing my favorite, yes, they knew Jeff was my favorite, and he died at the age of 32. My heart still is broken, he was so handsome, and so kind, loving and generous with his time, always willing to help when he was home.

    So, eventually, they all grew up and left home, and then I had my two awesome grandsons, Steve, who is now 20 and in the Army, and Joe, who is 23. We were so very close, and they always loved coming to my house, and we baked, and always decorated the Christmas tree together, after we went out in the woods and found the perfect one, chopped it down and got it to the house. (same with my kids, all four of them went with me and we walked for miles until we found the perfect tree.

    Okay, here’s where you come into the picture, because my kids were all gone, and Pat and I were best friends, and then Little Dave entered my life. I have so many memories with that dear child, and I always considered him one of my grandchildren then, just like I consider Atlas and Andi Rose mine, being as their Gram couldn’t be here. I feel like everytime I look at a picture of them, I am looking through Pats eyes, and somehow maybe she can see them.

    I sure wish we lived closer again, and I could tell you how things were raising a child or children, in the good ole days. LOL.

    Keep up those blogs, Ashley, because they are good for me, too.
    Sending much love to all of you and I sure hope I get to see you all some day.

    Love you ALL.
    Mary Ann, from the Forest.

  2. Hi Ashley, I have been reading every one of your Blogs and so many times I want to reply. I remember I did it once, but then forgot. LOL. But, I felt I just HAD TO FIND HOW TO REPLY TODAY, to give you some of my past with my FOUR kids, 3 boys and 1 girl.

    Back in the day, when I had 3 little boys, at the time I am remembering right now, the boys were 5 yrs. 3 yrs, and 1 yr. old. We lived in a small town North of here, in Warren, Pa., and I worked at Sylvania Plant. SECOND SHIFT. My husband was an insurance salesman so was SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING THE BOYS. I got home at 11:00 p.m., dead drop tired, and hungry, as I ran a machine that made IBM blocks.

    Anyway, the next morning, the neighbor across the street came over and told me that two of the boys, I assume Keith, the 5 yr. old and Jeff, the 3 yr. old, crawled out a window on the second floor and were playing on the porch roof, and she was so afraid they were going to fall, so she knocked on the door but got no answer. Where was MR. FARRELL???? Why, sleeping on the couch, and had no idea the little ones were out there. I was afraid to go to work after that. There was another time, that the 5, or maybe he was just 4 1/2 at that time, and I told him to take something out to his dad in the back yard, he said okay, but when I went out to see if he did, Mr. Farrell said he was busy, so we panicked and started running the streets of Warren. I found him, (I never thought I could run that fast) I was NOT a marathon runner, and it was never part of my daily routine, but just as he was about to cross the busiest street in town, I yelled at him, and thank God he turned around and saw it was me. He was confused and didn’t know where his Dad was. That is when my hair started to turn gray.

    This 75 yr. old Grandma earned every one of her totally gray hairs, believe me. Eventually, we moved to Breezemont Drive in Leeper, well, that was after I said I wanted to quit that job and move closer to home, which was only an hour away, so first we lived in a farm house, which in the winter had snow on the window sills in the bedrooms, but anyway, that’s when my daughter, LuAnne was born. We then heard of a house on Breezemont Drive that they were selling for $3500. Can you ever imagine? LOL.

    That’s when we started getting dogs and cats. Getting to your story of did we sweep the floors after the kids threw the food all over. I never swept or mopped the floors because the dogs did a better job of licking those floors clean, than I could have done with a broom and mop. On LuAnne’s 1st birthday, there was more cake on her and on the floor than anywhere. The dogs loved it, but of course, it wasn’t chocolate.

    As to how I maintained some senility, when they were bad, I made them stand in the corner, with their nose touching the corner. I had the cleanest corners around. I have so much history raising my children, because you see, I had no help from their father, as he was always a traveling salesman and then a truck driver, so I raised them when they were teenagers also. Oh my gosh, I could write a book on the raising of my kids.

    All that, and I ended up losing my favorite, yes, they knew Jeff was my favorite, and he died at the age of 32. My heart still is broken, he was so handsome, and so kind, loving and generous with his time, always willing to help when he was home.

    So, eventually, they all grew up and left home, and then I had my two awesome grandsons, Steve, who is now 20 and in the Army, and Joe, who is 23. We were so very close, and they always loved coming to my house, and we baked, and always decorated the Christmas tree together, after we went out in the woods and found the perfect one, chopped it down and got it to the house. (same with my kids, all four of them went with me and we walked for miles until we found the perfect tree.

    Okay, here’s where you come into the picture, because my kids were all gone, and Pat and I were best friends, and then Little Dave entered my life. I have so many memories with that dear child, and I always considered him one of my grandchildren then, just like I consider Atlas and Andi Rose mine, being as their Gram couldn’t be here. I feel like everytime I look at a picture of them, I am looking through Pats eyes, and somehow maybe she can see them.

    I sure wish we lived closer again, and I could tell you how things were raising a child or children, in the good ole days. LOL.

    Keep up those blogs, Ashley, because they are good for me, too.
    Sending much love to all of you and I sure hope I get to see you all some day.

    Love you ALL.
    Mary Ann, from the Forest.

  3. Okay, it said I already said the things I just submitted, so I hope they went through because it was a long one. LOL.

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