Staiger Musical

The kids made me laugh so hard tonight I was crying! We went to meet with Sarah in Sandusky. She's working for the Cedar Point Police, and is living in Sandusky now, so the kids and I went to have dinner with her and hang out for a bit.
Sandusky is an hour away, so we set out for the drive around 4:30 to get there for dinner!
Before we even got very far, Trevor had to go to the bathroom, SO we stopped at WalMart, and went in to go potty.

Once we got into Sandusky we got a little turned around, and Sarah had to end up coming to meet us and going to the restaurant instead of us going to her apartment first. By the time we were pulling into Olive Garden, myself and both boys needed to PEE!

I started to sing a little song about it, and in the deepest most dramatic voice I could muster I sang "We have to Pee! (pause) We have to PEE!!!"

Then I sang it again, and in the backseat there was a little higher pitched yet soft voice that repeated "we have to pee!"
So I giggled and Trevor said "Do it again mommy, like we are singing a musical!"
So what followed won't be as funny written down as it sounded, but just use your imaginations and try to hear in your mind what just happened in our car! Think along the lines of "HMS Pinafore", or some other Older Musical. It went something like this:

Me: (deep and dramatic) "We have to pee!"

Boys: (high, soft quiet little voices yet bouncy) "We have to pee!"

Me: "We have to pee!"

Boys: "We have to pee!"

Me: "We have to pee like a RussianRaceHorse!!"

Boys: "We have to pee like a RussianRaceHorse!"

All: "We have to pee We have to Pee We have to PEEEEE!!!!"

And we all burst into giggles!!!! If you see us, ask us to sing our "Pee Musical" for you! We will gladly oblige!

Being TRUE

Unfortunately, I'm still learning at 39, that there are those in this world who ACT like they will be "True" friends, and those who ARE true friends. I want to teach my kids to always be a True friend, and if they don't think they can be to any certain person, then they just need to walk away! I don't want my babies to EVER be fake!

I've met all kinds of people in this life so far. People who use, people who abuse, people who are "fair weather" friends, people who only are your friend as long as you are giving them or MAY give them what THEY want!

I want myself surrounded by friends that are truly interested in me and my life, as much as I am in theirs! I want friends that will cry with me and laugh with me and rejoice with me over accomplishments.

I never have and never WILL have room for FAKE friends. But what REALLY gulls me is FAKE friends that call themselves Christians! SHAME one THEM! They seem to be soooo "spiritual" until of course you get to know them better and realize they were only showing that part of them when it would get them somewhere. GOD KNOWS! He knows your Heart and Mind!

Yes, I've recently come to realize one of those FAKE people where NOT who I thought they were!

It made me think about my kids, and the fact that I always want them to be TRUE! I want to teach them that when you say you're a friend to someone, that that means being there for the person, but also always being true and honest and open with that person too! To be a friend, you don't use people. You treat them with respect and dignity, and you don't just "Yank Chains" everywhere you go just so people will like you! Because - EVENTUALLY they WILL find you out! Then you WILL be left with NO friends. Above all else, I want them to love people as God would have them love them! Would He lie, or mislead, or "Yank your Chain," and pretend to be interested? NOPE HE is TRULY interested in your life, and He CANNOT lie or "mislead" - He would NEVER EVER pretend to be more interested, because He just IS interested!

I can't STAND Fake, Arrogant, Misleading, Lying People!!! I WILL pray EVERY day that my children will never be like that, or have to put up with some, like the ones I've come across!

Boob-A-Rings and Other Things!

I've recently decided - with a little nudge from a friend that I'm going to write a book. Im going to write my "story" like I've wanted to and needed to for a LONG time. I've seriously felt that God is even calling me to do such a thing! Do you all realize that when I was 12 I envisioned myself having twins someday, I desired to be a pastors wife someday AND I had my very first piece of writing published with the Nazarene Church. At the time, I never realized so many meaningful moments were happening right under my nose. Of course I was still a child so at that point it was all just a bunch of dreams to me. Little did I realize that God was preparing my heart for the things to come many many years and tears later.
I've also decided I really need to start a new blog that maybe not everyone close to me needs to know about. Once in a while a girl just needs to vent but this blog is not the place.....this is mostly about my babies - so I will leave you with this - Dave gave the kids each a little toy today. The boys each had some "action figures" and Trevor let me know that his guys had some weapons/toys and one guy even had a BOOB-A-RING!

Jesus - Santa - and Growing Up.........

Over the last few years different people have tried to "ruin" the fun of Santa at Christmas. Now, my kids KNOW that Jesus is THE reason for Christmas. They will tell anyone that asks what Christmas is about that its because Jesus was born for us. But we also like Santa and have always done the Santa thing at Christmas. I've been part of conversations in which Im made to feel Im doing something "un Christian" by doing the "Santa Thing." The theory being tht if/when my kids learn that Santa is not real they may also think that I 'lied' to them about Jesus. First of all I say that's not giving Jesus much credit because belief in Him does not depend on Santa! Let me explain something......Jesus is REAL and Santa is not. Jesus' Holy Spirit bears witness to our spirit.....Santa is not real so cannot bear witness to anything. Jesus changes lives........Santa is not real so is not able to change people's lives for the better OR for the worse. My kids will know that Jesus is real regardless of Santas 'unrealness' because Jesus has done many miracles within our family and because they've asked Him into their hearts and He will show them that He's real.
Another thing that has been said to me and my kids - well from kids to kids in my presence is that "Santas dead!" "what? that's not true - mommy is Santa dead?" as I struggle to find words that aren't destructive the other parent says "Yes!" ok....not what I was looking for. Talk about aggravating! No matter what your convictions are about ANY topic you do NOT take the lead for someone elses children! EVER!!! I ended up telling them "He's dead for them but not for us" of course while I seethed inside, but at the time it worked. By the way it was said again by the same family and I told them to keep it to themselves and don't bring it up ever again!
Now, the day has come. Not long ago Trevor caught me under his pillow leaving money and taking his tooth, so they figured out that I am the tooth fairy. No Biggie. The other day Dylan said "Mommy I think YOU are Santa. Are you?" I was able to blow it off and avoid it for just a bit but today he asked me again in front of the other two. I fessed up and told them that Yes, daddy and I are Santa. I told them about the real St Nick and that he's why we still "pretend" Santa and that most little kids including ME (and I still love Jesus by the way) believe when we're kids and then we larn the story and its just something fun to play. Abbey and Dylan felt smart for figuring it out but I could tell Trevor was kinda bummed although he's already over it. I think I ws more sad than anything that that fun childish part of their lives is over. That I will never have that back. But!!!! And Listen Up! Its been ONE WEEK today since they learned that Santa is not real and they haven't ONCE asked me if that means that Jesus is not real. As a matter of fact - they still pray - still read their Bible stories with us and still BELIEVE!! And why? Because Jesus IS real and they just KNOW that. Because in our family He I not something we jut "play" but that we Believe and Follow DAILY!! Because he is PART of our home and lives and Santa was just something we........played!

Sorry

The kids all finally have their own Nintendo DS's. We had bought two over time, then for Christmas, Dylan got the new one, Trevor and Abbey each inherited the other two, plus they got new games and each got a carrying case for their DS.
Now everyone is happy................except mommy.
Now, I don't have "my own" DS!!!! I like to play too!
I actually have a game or two that only I play, and they know those are "mommy's games." However, one of them, I let them play, as long as they don't "save" when they are done. That way if they've done something that would ruin the game for me, it's not permanent, but yet they can still play and have fun. We all win! Right? WRONG!

Things were going well. They would play without saving, then I would play at night, get us to a new level, save it, then they'd get to play with the "new parts" of the game the next day, and then not save etc etc etc. This is how it all worked!

Well, I finally saved up enough points/game money whatever it is to do something BIG in the game, and was so proud of myself (yeah, I know, I'm regressing). I was pumped! The game was finally getting somewhere!

THEN it happened! I opened up the DS last night, turned on the game, and POOF all my money/points whatever was GONE! ALL GONE!!! And the animals on the farm that I have to take care of??? One dead, the rest were sick!!! WHAT HAPPENED!!!!

Dylan Happened! He neglected my animals, bought some useless things, and then SAVED IT! The ONE thing he was NOT supposed to do! It took me DAYS to get there! gggrrr, I was frustrated, but it's just a game, at least that's what I kept repeating to myself as I repeated everything I had been doing in the stinkin game for weeks!!!!!!

The next day I asked the kids "Ok, who did it!" "Not Me!" said Trevor,,,,,,"It wasn't me!" Said Abbey and I could tell by both of their faces that they not only knew what I was talking about without me even saying it, but they also knew WHO did "IT!"

I went to Dylan and asked him "Why did you do this son after I've told you time and time again NOT to!? I know it's just a game, but I told you not to do something, and you did it anyway! Why?"

And he said this "I just wanted you to have things, so I spent your game money! I did it for you!" THUD there went my heart.
But not for long. I went back to telling him basically "Thanks but no thanks!" LOL

Later he came to me and sat on my lap and said "Mommy, you really hurt my feelings." I asked him why, and he told me it was because he wanted to do something special for me and surprise me with the game, but that I just got mad about it."

I told him I was sorry, and that I was just upset becausse he did something I asked him NOT to do! I told him "It's all ok. Just please listen to mommy next time. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. Thanks for doing nice things for me!"

And you know what that stinker said? "I don't know if sorry is going to work!!!!!"


BAHAHAHAHA WWWAAAAAHHHH but mostly BAHAHAHAHA

Puberty, Cleverness, and Candle Wax

Ok, once again, it's been a couple of months. But BOY do I have some "tripletisms" to share.....

Let's start with Abbey. You should be warned, the minute you find out you're pregnant with a girl, that it's going to be a roller coaster of emotions!
Yes, I am and was a girl, but I don't remember the emotions! WOW. Ok, my kids heard the word "puberty" and asked me what that was. SO, I told them what any sane mother would tell her 7 year old triplets; "It's when your voice becomes a little different." That's it. I didn't go into any other details! SOMEHOW though, my daughter learned that "boobs" are also a part of puberty. Not sure where that came from - still under investigation! So, she pulled up her shirt the other night, and asked me if I thought they looked any bigger!
Then, later she came to me and said "Look at how long my legs are getting!"
"Wow," I said "they sure are!"
She said "Look at how long my arms are! I for sure have a little bit of puberty! By the way mommy, does my voice sound different to you? Listen to me sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for a minute."
Yes, my little girl is in the midst of wanting to be big, yet still being very little! It was cute and sad all at the same time! I played along, and said "yes, I guess you are getting MAYBE a very little tiny bit of puberty, but you still have a LONG way to go baby!"

Later that night, as I was tucking them in, and saying prayers with them, I came to my little girl, and she asked me more questions about puberty. I answered as age apporpriate as I could, then said "don't grow up too fast honey. Someday you'll wish you DIDN"T get puberty."
She thought a minute, and then the tears came. The came in a torrentual downpour! I asked "Whats wrong? you were just smiling and pumping your fist in the air, cuz you were happy about getting bigger! Why are you crying!?" I was truly perplexed......Then she said "I don't want to be big. I want to still be your baby, and not grow up!"
My heart broke for her. I'm not sure what she's going through right now. But I know I need to tread carefully. I'm not sure what to say, yet I feel the need to just hold her more than say anything.
I ended up letting her come to my room, and cuddle. I let her be my baby for the night. And the next day? She had her babies out, and was diapering them up, and playing little mommy again. Not another word about puberty.

I love holding on to the innosence. Trevor is a little mommy's boy right now. He constantly worries about me, asking "Is mommy ok?"
"Yes Trevor"
he replies "Ok, just checking"
I asked him one day "Why are you always coming back from inside, or into the room I'm in just to ask if I'm ok honey?" and he told me at first that he didn't want to say. I told him whatever it was, it's ok, that I was just curious.
He then told me "I'm just afraid that I'm going to look for you , and you'll be dead."
UGH. I think this past Mothers Day when I shared my testimony, he caught on to more than he ever has. I can't think why else he would have that in his head. Maybe it's the age? I dunno. Whatever the reason, it broke my heart. I assured him that I'm not going anywhere.
You may ask, "how can you say that? You don't know what tomorrow holds!" But I do know Who holds my hand! I know that I've almost died before, but HE brought me back into living!
I've been septic, and He's healed me! I've had a brain tumor, and He took it away and left scar tissue just to prove that He did something with something! So, yes, I feel that I can say with some assurance, that He has a plan, and that the plan for me is to raise my babies!
Trevor is a smart boy though. Not much gets by him. He's always coming up with questions that you would think ' really? and you're only seven?' ha ha
But then, he's the one that gets the most into the whole Santa business! Last year, my brother and sister in laws kids told my kids that Santa is dead. I told them "He's dead for them, but not for us." and they were ok with that. They just trust what I say. Recently, my sister and one of my best friends had a discussion that I stayed out of. Neither ever let their kids believe in Santa, they just "played" Santa. That's fine. I'm not knocking that at all! After all, Jesus is the real reason for Christmas.
But the reason behind my sisters thinking, was that if she let her kids believe in Santa, only to find out he's not real, then they'd grow up wondering if she lied to them about Jesus too!
I believed in Santa till I was 7 or 8 and then found out that Santa was my mom and dad. I was fine with that. Since then, any questioning of my faith came from the natural growing process, not from my parents letting me believe in Santa as a child. That NEVER once entered my mind. SO, I think I'll let them keep that innocense just a little bit longer.
As we went to the fire hall to see Santa the other night, we were walking to the door, and Trevor wanted to know if it was the real Santa inside. I reminded him that Santa has lots of helpers, so it could be that it was one of the helpers. Then he said "Well, if it's the real Santa, where'd he put his sleigh?" LOL Then they all decided that it was either a helper, or that Santa didn't bring the sleigh knowing that there'd be no place to park it, because the streets where too full with cars!

We were late getting decorations up for Christmas this year. But they are finally up! It was Dylans year to put the star on the tree, Trevor did it last year, and next year is Abbey. They just started asking last year to do it, so we are now taking turns. They all love to help decorate, and they love the candles and houses mommy puts out. I'll light candles, and they want to blow them out.
So, at night before we go to bed, I let them blow them. The other night, I was in the bathroom, and Trevor followed me in and was having a chat, not caring that I was "doing my business" as he calls it! LOL
All of a sudden we heard blood curdling screams from both his brother and his sister! He ran out to see what was happening, and at the same time Abbey came in crying hysterically about Dylan getting something in his eye! I got out of her, that she didn't know what had happened, but when she heard her brother scream and hold his eye, she was afraid for him, and started screaming and crying too!
I went to find out what happened, and Dave told me that Dylan was helping blow out candles, and had blown on one too hard, and some wax blew back at him in the face! My poor baby got hot wax on his eyelid and cheeck, and it wasn't pretty! He turned out to be ok. It hurt, but I think it was more scary than anything! I was holding him, and getting residual wax off his cheek, and he was starting to calm down. Abbey came to sit beside us and was having a hard time controlling her tears. I told her that he was "fine, and that he'd even stopped crying, so don't worry!"
Just then, he started to have this deep saddness kind of cry, and she said "he's still crying!" So she joined in. Dylan said "But it's not about that!" Abbey and I both asked him "what's it about then?"
Well, he told me he wanted to tell me in my ear. Which is a very poplular thing right now around here to do! He and I went back to my room, and I knelt in front of him and asked him why he was so utterly sad if it didn't hurt so much anymore?
I had already even told him he could stay in my room for the night, and I could keep an eye on his eye!
He looked at my with all his seven years, and wailed "because I'm afraid when I'm sleeping with you, that while we're asleep, I"M GONNA DIIIIEEEEEee!" and he fell into my arms.
OH, how my heart broke for him!!! I held him and said "Oh honey, you are NOT going to die. You're fine. I promise you that you will NOT be dying." That's all it took. He just trusted that, and as he held on to my neck for dear life, he simply replied through his tears "Oookay Momma!"

It's occures to me every once in a while, moreso at times like these than at others, that I have three little beings that totally trust me. They totally trust what I say and what I do! I'm praying that I can be the person they need me to be. That I'm the mom that God intends for me to be. That I teach them His ways, while instilling in them what a loving God He is. That I correct them, while letting them know that it's only because I love them and want them to be good people. That although I'll screw up, more than I'd like, that I'll be a big enough person to admit my faults to them, and work things out together. But that their faith will always be in God before me. I'm not totally sure how to do all of this, but I'm working on it............

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