Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Ode to Scott and Fathers Everywhere


I usually alternate my blogging between lamenting and celebrating life from the mommy perspective.  In honor of Father's Day (albeit a bit late) I thought tonight I would post a bit about Scott, the good old dad in our house.

  • Scott is Switzerland.  When the kids and I are warring fractions, he comes in and makes peace without ever taking sides (though secretly I know I'm always right - LOL)
  • Scott is Present.  His job is long and stressful and all consuming, but when he walks in the door he leaves it behind.  The crummy meeting, the overloaded schedule, the deadlines looming - he never mentions them.
  • Scott is Vegas.  What happens with Daddy stays with Daddy.  I envision feasts of chocolate and wild children running amok.  It may or may not be true, but the kids are ecstatic for a day with dad and I have learned not to ask the details.  
  • Scott is Spontaneity.  I plan, I schedule, I run the family train on the Express Loop.  Scott is the scenic route, the stop and smell the roses route.  Why don't we ditch the chores and go to the movies?  Why don't we play a game?  Why don't we go out for FroYo?  
  • And Scott is So Much More....Like right now, Scott is sitting at an airport in Bangkok.  He had to fly out first thing Sunday morning, Father's Day. He spent 26 hours flying there and will spend another 26 flying back.  He had just a one day business meeting.  He could have stayed and did some sightseeing.  He could have stayed and gotten some much needed sleep.  But no, Scott said he just wanted to get home to the family.  The sightseeing and sleep could wait until we were all together. 
Thanks to Scott and all the dads out there!  The kids and moms sure do appreciate all that you do, even if the only way we show that thanks is by putting another item on you "Honey Do" list.  

That is life in MomZania.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Meet the Newest Harrell - OMG We Got a Puppy

Introducing the newest member of the Clan Harrell.  Meet, Raleigh!  You can take us out of the Tar Heel State, but North Carolina will always be in our hearts.

Who gets a puppy when you are renovating a home and moving?  Only us!  Do you remember when the Obama's promised their girls a dog when they moved into the White House.  Well, that kind of persuasion by the kids doesn't just happen at the White House. Here we are in our new home with our new puppy, minus the dog training help of the Secret Service.  We got him at 8 weeks and now he is 5 months; we are finally brave enough to introduce him.

If you are curious, Raleigh is a Bearded Collie.  If you ever saw the movie The Shaggy Dog, you know the breed.  Beardies are one of those obscure breeds, but I had one for a little while when I was young and have wanted one ever since.  Since the mom is the one who does most of the walking/bathing/feeding/pooper scooping, Scott said the mom should pick the breed.  Plus, if I don't like the breed I have only myself to blame.

The Good:
Raleigh is sweet and loving.  His sole goal in life is to have his belly rubbed.  He has the potential to be the best family dog ever.  He was (mostly) house trained super quick.  Unlike my children, this "baby" slept through the night from almost day one.  He even cleans up the floor after dinner.

The Bad:
He is a puppy!  That pretty much sums it up.  He eats shoes and nips at hands. He spontaneously goes crazy and runs like wild banshee.  He is a herding dog and tries to herd the family.  He jumps on people and chases other dogs.  He chews on everything (except the toys we buy him).

We are trying to teach Raleigh some manners.  Neither Scott nor I have ever really had a dog as adults, we are trying to learn right along side the dog.  Like when Raleigh has a potty accident, we roll up the newspaper and take a good swat...at ourselves, because we forgot to let him out - oops.

Please pass along all your tips and advice, because we could use it.  The other night I was running around outside soaking wet in only a towel when he escaped through the front door while I was in the shower.  I think both me and the neighbors will need counseling after that moment.

That is the newest Zania in MomZania.


Thursday, June 4, 2015

And Just Like That, She is a Middle Schooler


 











In the blink of an eye, Sarah finished an amazing chapter of her own personal story.  Today was her last day of elementary school culminated with a 5th grade promotion ceremony.  Tonight, Scott and I are relaxing at home while she is out at a party with her friends.  How far she has come from the tiny 5-year-old arriving her first day to kindergarten!  And how far she will to go as she moves through middle school and beyond.

While I could rattle off a million memories from Sarah's elementary years, it is the simple ones that sometimes tell the story best.

In Kindergarten, she asked me if we spelled I "I", why isn't you spelled "U"? Good question.

In Second Grade, she was sent to the principal's office for an "altercation" on the bus.  A little boy was teasing her everyday and Sarah decided enough was enough.  You better believe that boy never messed with her again.  And while Scott and I weren't very happy about the visit to the office, we had a glimpse of a future woman who could handle herself no matter what the world or the boys through at her.

In Third Grade, I caught her hiding in her room reading at midnight.  All it took was the first Harry Potter book and she was hooked.  The magical world of books beyond the Dick & Jane was revealed.  She hasn't stopped reading since.  

In Fifth Grade, she brought home a big graded project that I knew nothing about. She didn't need a me to check it or organize it or even know about it.  She just did the work herself and did it well.  That was the moment I knew she was ready for middle school.  It told me more than any report card ever could.

Here Sarah stands ready for the next chapter.  Middle school is such an exciting time, so full of change.  While I can't believe middle school is already here, I know she is ready.

Congratulations, Sarah!

That is life in MomZania.