Colorado Trip

We recently went to see my parents at the home in Woodland Park, CO. Everyone had a blast. The kids had so much fun with their Oma and Opa and really enjoyed all the fabulous new things we got do do while at their house. The kids got to pet horses and even got a ride from a miniature horse pulling a cart. We saw deer, rabbits and a fox. We also go to take the kids on a couple of hikes in the forest that neighbors my parents' property. By far Jackson's most favorite thing was building campfires in the back yard with his Opa. Looks like he'll be growing up to be quite the little boyscout. All in all the trip was a rousing success and we can't wait to go back next summer!

School

I'm a bit gloomy about the changes that are happening in the Freedman house right now. Aaron and I will be going to the Little School Orientation Meeting Thursday morning and then the kids first day of Nursery School will be next Wednesday. Sure I'm excited that the kids are starting school. I'm happy for lots of reasons, not the least of which is that I think they're really going to enjoy it. But I'm having trouble getting past my own feelings of nervousness and sadness about this next phase of our family life.

I have to admit I like it when people ask what I do and I get to say "I stay at home with my kids."  Well, I might have liked it a little better when I got to say "I stay at home with my babies," but over time I've gotten used to the sound of "my kids." I have enjoyed having the well defined role of "stay at home mom." But lately my answer of "I stay at home with my kids" has been followed by the question, "What are you going to do when they start school?"

What do they mean "What am I going to do?" Cry. Rejoice. Fall into a deep depression. Found a future Fortune 500 company.

"What are you going to do when the kids start school?" The snark in me wants to respond "Go to the grocery store by myself." Or maybe "Have a complete thought for the first time in 2 1/2 years." The defensive part of me wants to say "It's only going to be 9 hours a week, what do you suggest I do with ALL THAT TIME?"

But the the more mature part of me realizes it's a perfectly fair question, and one that occurs naturally to people who aren't stay at home moms, people who are out there "doing something." And when I really think about it that question is in fact NOT a thinly disguised insinuation that what I have been doing the past 2 1/2 years isn't "something." It's an acknowledgment that now I have the opportunity to "do something" else. What else will I chose to do? Who knows.

Right now just thinking about that question makes my chest tighten. I don't want to do anything but be The Mom. How can I think of doing anything else? I don't have time to do anything but take care of by babies! My babies need me!

Obviously thinking about "what I'm going to do" brings out the panic filled and less mature side of me. Thank goodness this school year is only going to provide me with 9 hours of free time. Any more than that and I might actually have to "find something to do."

The days are long...

The days are long but the years are short. I keep repeating that to myself.

Jackson has been very clingy lately. I feel like there is an invisible rope tying us together. When Jackson feels the space between us growing bigger and the rope being pulled tight he starts to panic. I hear "I need Mommy!" many many times a day. Jack will be playing with blocks or watching Mickey Mouse and it's seems like all of a sudden he feels that rope pull tight and he desperately needs me to hold him. He announces "I need Mommy!" and comes running to find me. This happens A LOT.

This attachment may sound sweet and cute but by the end of the day (or sometimes by the lunchtime, occasionally by mid-morning) it is exasperating. My patience grows short and my temper grows large and I find myself wishing Jackson would just leave me alone.

And of course there is the ever-present sibling wanting whatever the other child has. So once Jack has decided he must be held this instant Lola often comes running behind chanting "up up up up." Jack freaks out and begins crying "No Lola No Lola NO LOLA!" while she tries to climb my leg. I sit down so I can hold both children in my lap which satisfies neither and both cry passionately at the injustice of having to share my attention.

It is in this moment that I remind myself that the days may be long but the years are short. Soon they will be playing it far too cool to fight over space in my lap.

Letting them show me the way

Aaron and I recently returned from his annual family reunion at Lake Catherine State park. 5 days of fun in the sun, we all had a lot of fun and also some much needed relaxation:

First on our vacation to do list was to take the kids on a short hike to see "the falls," a small waterfall Aaron and his family have been enjoying for years. Only minutes after setting out we learned that no hike is short enough for a couple of hot thirsty 2 year olds. After 45 hot cranky frustrating minutes we decided that for the rest of our time at the lake we would do our best to let Lola and Jackson lead our adventures rather than being dragged along on them.

This doesn't mean we didn't get to do a bunch of what we wanted. Aaron's family was fabulous about watching the kids during naptime and after their bedtime so we were able to play poker, go on boat rides, jump off a bridge into the lake, and spend a lot of time hanging out with Aaron's cousins. But while the kids were awake and up for fun, we did our best to let them lead the way. If they wanted to throw pine cones into the lake, then that's exactly what we did. We played on swings, piled rocks on top of small boulders, ran down hills, and played with (poked and yelled at) turtles.

I came back from the trip with a renewed belief in letting the children lead some of our leisure time. I wanted to remember that provided with opportunities for creativity and play, many times the best thing I can do is participate in THEIR activity and not the other way around.

But as with many renewed beliefs and senses of purpose, this one faded from the front of my mind as we jumped back in to our regular routine. The piles of post vacation laundry and the endless parade of dirty dishes took precedence over water balloons and crayons. Despite my best intentions I found myself telling the kids things like "you guys sit and color, I'll be over to play in a while." Thankfully yesterday Jackson interrupted my frenzied cleaning and offered a perfect moment of clarity. Crayon in hand he asked, "Mommy draw big bird?" "In a minute, Jack, I'm trying to sweep" I mumbled, not even really caring if he heard me. "Mommy draw big bird?" he asked again, pushing the crayon into my hand. "I don't know how" I said, hoping that would satisfy him and he would go back to drawing on his own. But his wonderful simple toddler mind solved that problem immediately. "Like this mommy," he said, and noticing I was holding the crayon upside down he took it from me, turned it over and handed it back the correct way. Problem solved, let's get to coloring.

Thanks Jackson, for reminding me to put my agenda aside and take the time to follow your lead.

Summer Fun

We've been having some great times around here lately. We've hit our summer stride, playing outside in the garden:

enjoying some delicious warm weather treats:

and spending some hot afternoons inside:

The kids are really developing their own senses of humor and are absolutely HILARIOUS when they try to make jokes. They're really starting to communicate with each other which is adorable. I went in their room today and Jackson was "reading" Lola a book. Majorly cute.

But it hasn't all been fun and painting. Along with the advancements in communication skills and imagination has come advancements in attitudes and lots of asserting their independence. Lola says "No!" to pretty much everything except offers of tv and candy. Both kids are on their way to mastering the 2 year old mega-fit. They practice their tantrum skills intermittently between working on their whining. Meanwhile I have been working on my deep breathing.

So I guess there's been a major amount of fun and a medium amount of fussing. That's not such a bad ratio for a family made up of 50% toddler, right? :)

2 1/2 years later? You've got to be kidding me!

All right, I know it's been a while since I posted and anyone who's still checking my blog is no doubt looking to see some cute pics of the kids. Maybe even hoping to read a funny little story about what Lola and Jack have been saying lately. No worries, they'll be up soon so check back in a jiffy. But right now, I've got to get this off my chest. And since I can't yell and scream at the only people around right now, the kids, my blog readers are going to get it.

Can you believe, after HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of dollars (literally) in medical bills that have been processed by my insurance company, 2 hospitals and 2 doctors offices in 2 states we just got a notice in the mail that credit agencies have been notified of our debt... of $168.00. You have got to be kidding me!!!!!! We have paid close to $10,000 out of pocket and our insurance company has paid over $300,000 in the past 2 1/2 years. We have not had a payment request in over a year. And today I get a notice that our debt (all $168 of it) has been sent to a collection agency. When I call the agency to plead my case: "Yes, Ma'am, we notified you of that debt by mail on February 11th and when we heard nothing from you we sent it to the credit companies on April 23rd. Then I called and spoke with your husband on April 29th and he gave us your correct address. We then sent you the notice you're now holding."

Ok, hold up, anyone else smell something rotten? First of all Primrose Hospital, to whom I find out I'm indebted, has sent us countless payment requests in the past, all to the correct address. In fact, we have paid them thousands of dollars as a result of payment requests that were sent to our correct address. So first off, the fact that they gave our incorrect address to the collection agency just seems mean spirited. And the fact that the collection agency called to make sure they had the correct address only AFTER they notified the credit companies about our debt also seems fishy.

When I made this point to the woman on the phone she put me on hold to speak with her manager. She came back and presented me with a solution. Yep, you guessed it: "Ma'am, if you'll pay this amount in full right now on the phone we will notify the credit companies and have it removed from your credit report." No time to contact Primrose Hospital and find out what the charges are for. No time to contact the insurance company and see if this is something they should have paid. She got me right where she wanted me. I wonder if she's in the running to win a prize for most debt collected same day over the phone. I bet it's a good one. Maybe even a vacation.

"Do I have any more debt that I don't know about?", I asked her. "Not that I'm aware of Ma'am," she answered, "Have a nice day!"

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