The Mischief of Minions

Kids, Family, Insanity…

The Simplicity of Children

It is amazing to me how simple children make the world seem if only we take the time to watch them.

We go to fall festivals with enticements like “pony rides” and “petting zoos” and there is nothing wrong with that.

But at the same time, give kids some pumpkins, leaves, sticks and some room to run around and they are just as happy! The games they make up on their own when left to their own devices are hysterical!

If only we as adults could remember how to be that happy to be alive, and to find so much possibility in a mere pile of leaves!







Moving Too Quickly

I haven’t posted in a few days – partially because of the need for both hands: my little boy, T. – Age 14 months is all over the place. If I am not removing him from one dangerous location or another, I am extracting objects from his mouth!

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Things that Make Me Jealous of Toddlers

There are at least a few moments most days when I am jealous of my children.

They don’t worry about finances, they squeeze into cramped spaces readily, and have a capacity for fun and merriment that I can only longingly admire.

Best of all? At this point in their lives, the world and the people in it exist solely to cater to their needs and amusement!

Here are a few photo examples from just this weekend of childish glee:

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Over-the-top Toddler Tea

My sister decided to have a particularly over-the-top special birthday party for her daughter A. – Age 5, at a local shop catering to such glamorous events.

The girls were ushered into two rooms filled with racks and racks of every conceivable sparkly gown, hundreds of tiny jewel-crusted shoes, tiaras, bows, jewelry and glitter. The girls all had their nails done, and makeup on their lips and eyes.

10 tiny tots took fizzy-pink high tea filled with marshmallows, frosted cakes and cookies, and were instructed to act like ladies as they dined.

I was never the girly-girl type as a child: whether it was because I grew up in a boy-dominated neighborhood, with the exception of maybe playing Barbies my childhood was spent climbing trees and playing in forts. This fascination with princesses and crowns is a shock to my system.

While the affair was the type that made my inner anti-pink sensibilities want to retch lace-edged doilies, the birthday girl and her little friends all seemed to have a blast. S. – Age 3.5 was in Diva Heaven.





In the end, I suppose, that is really all that matters: all those smiling little faces. My sister did an awesome job of putting it together, and my daughter lucky to get to experience it!

But I would be lying if I didn’t admit the whole thing made me shudder a little and long to wear black. ūüôā


The magic of weekends – and the ugly flipside.

Precious little hands a la crazy polish requests

For the working mom (aka, me, who will work until such time as I win Lotto or find a different way to provide for my minions) weekends are particularly precious.  You have two full days of being with the kids, the dog, maybe a husband.  You know the time is previous and even when you want, nay, NEED sleep you tend to ignore it to enjoy the time with the rugrats and keep them from self-destruction.

And yet, it is such a weird thing: kids have no concept of time at that age, and throw themselves completely into everything.¬† Today I painted my daughter’s nails (she wanted stripes), ran around with a baby hanging off me trying to get ready to go to a parade, came home from that parade and blew up the kiddie pool.¬† My husband and I tag-teamed on¬†watching the mermaid and¬†putting the¬†baby to sleep.¬†It’s a giant¬†juggling match¬†to fit as much in as possible, complicated somewhat by the fact that the kiddos feel no sense of urgency whatsoever and have to be half-dragged away from whatever has caught their attention at that moment.¬†¬†We run, we play, we laugh, we splash, we cuddle.

But the biggest takeaways are the amazingly cool things they do.  Today I got to listen to my daughter tell me she wanted to hug the Darth Vader from the parade and later watch the ridiculous faces of my little son as he covered himself in red popsicle (and listen to the subsequent scream from his first brain freeze). I live for these moments.

There is a downside.¬† So rushed and intent am I on spending time with the kids¬†(and assuaging¬†the guilt¬†I feel ¬†from spending¬†so much time away during the week)¬†¬†that I rarely get much done in the way of preparation for the next week, cleaning, gardening, or any of the other things you probably need to make a household run smoothly.¬† My house is a mess and you could get lost in my closet. ¬†I need to do work-work in preparation for the work-week ahead,¬† and get the floors clean, and nothing happens unless I stay up late at night or drag myself up at 4 a.m.¬† I don’t get how those other moms do it: have clean houses, ordered minds, and clothes without sticky shoulder handprints. Maybe I need some kind of organizational rehabilitation program?

Basically, I am a hot mess in desperate need of a few extra hours a day and 3 arms.¬† ¬†Can anyone tell me where to find them…?

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