tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76750404756455413592024-02-07T20:26:05.877-06:00His, Mine, 'N OursKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460noreply@blogger.comBlogger841125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-90688973590625283892019-07-24T12:00:00.000-05:002019-07-24T12:00:07.746-05:00{I Am That Mother}In recent years I have been criticized heavily for the way I parent my kids and how much freedom I give them (or don't give them). I admit that I'm the definition of a helicopter mom. I want my children to be safe. I want to know where they are and what they're doing. I want to do who their friends are and if they're going to be hanging out with someone new, or a group, I want to know those kids too.<br>
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I absolutely adore making memories with my kids like that. Memories that I made with my grandparents when I was about their age. Memories they will hold on to long after I'm gone. Things that will stick out enough to them that they take their kids to these places.<br>
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Lord knows I thought these trips were special enough that I wanted to recreate them for my kids.<br>
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So if you want to see our journey to the House on the Rock, keep reading!<br>
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I'm not sure why I took such a long break. My last post was back in December. But here I am, back at it like the pro I am!<br>
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OK, I'm not a pro. I'm a novice at best. But whatever, I'm here again.<br>
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Lets start this one out right, with a little work/life update shall we?<br>
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Um. I believe it was Owen. A few days ago while we were in the store.<br>
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2. Are you loud, outgoing, or shy?<br>
I'm actually pretty shy. But it really depends on the people I'm around and how comfortable I feel with them.<br>
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3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?<br>
My nephew or niece (my sister is having a baby!!)<br>
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4. Are you easy to get along with?<br>
I think so. I'm pretty laid back. As long as you're not a dick to me there shouldn't be a problem.<br>
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I told him <i>that's where your wings used to be, when you were in heaven.</i><br>
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He was satisfied with this. And to this day, my now eleven year old, will tell you that his shoulder blades, are in fact, his wings.<br>
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<b>Five things you don't know about me.</b><br>
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1. I have often thought about going back to school. To be a nail tech.<br>
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2. I almost flunked out of high school. Because I didn't hand in homework I'd already done and I refused to dress for P.E. pretty much every day for four years. Which is why I ended up taking three P.E. classes my senior year. Let me tell you kids...that sucked.<br>
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1. Chocolate candy or fruity?<br>
Is this a serious question? Chocolate. Always chocolate.<br>
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2. Witches or Vampires?<br>
That's a hard one. I'm going to go with Witches though.<br>
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3. Trick or Treat?<br>
Depends on my mood lol<br>
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My eleven year old son however is obsessed. He gets up early in the morning before school (not every morning but most of them) to play before he has to leave.<br>
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All he wanted for his birthday was PS4 cards so that he could by V bucks. So he could spend it on skins for Fortnite and his battle pass (I have zero idea what that is).<br>
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When it came to Halloween, he said he wanted to be some skull guy (a Skeletrooper? What the crap is that?). That proved to be difficult.<br>
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Shocking.<br>
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I'm aware.<br>
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I have actually gotten the question <i>what made you choose him?</i> before. I'm not sure who asked. I don't care. I thought it'd make a good blog post lol.<br>
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Do you ever get home from work, sit down on your couch, and think to yourself <i>this job is horse shit </i>? This is literally me every single day for the last week. I'm not even going to lie, I sit down after work (hell, before I even get up to go to work!) and think to myself, I could quit today and find a different job that doesn't suck so bad.<br>
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I am positive that I am not the only person out there that has (on occasion) sat and watched YouTube for an entire day (or half of it anyway). Sometimes I'll get sucked down the YouTube black hole and even though I started off watching one of my favorite creators talk about her favorite products that month, I end up watching some obscure channel about abandoned towns (you actually have no idea how many times this has happened to me!).<br>
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I've found a great deal of my favorite YouTubers by simply stumbling upon their channel. Some are big. Some are little. Some are mom vloggers (like myself!) and some are beauty lovers. Hell some are both (also like myself!). I enjoy watching all kinds of material to be honest. And I love finding new ones! So I thought I'd compile a small list for anyone who might be on the hunt for a new channel to binge watch. Feel free to leave a comment or find me on social media (I'm hisminenours6 everywhere!) and drop a link to <i>your</i> favorite channels!<br>
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I honestly can't believe I've been at this job for almost an entire year.<br>
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As of next month (October nineteenth) that is.<br>
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Aside from babysitting (I sat for the same family for three years, every summer and any time they went out on the weekends), this is the longest length of time I've ever had a job.<br>
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If you don't count being a mom. That I've been for fifteen years. It was a lot harder than job I have now.<br>
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It seems like just last week I teaching Gaige to walk and say mama (which always came out pawpaw) and singing him to sleep at night. I still remember laying in his bed with him at night, scratching his back and singing <i>Rudolph</i> because it was one of the songs he knew the words to too. I feel like it wasn't that long ago that I would sing <i>My Girl </i> to him, switching up girl with Gaige and he would sing mommy instead of Gaige.<br>
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Where did those days go?<br>
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How did they pass by so quickly?<br>
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Why did I take them for granted as they were happening?<br>
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But over the last year, I've started to second guess myself.<br>
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Am I even a mom if I'm not baking cookies and making dinner?<br>
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But, I do have an update for you now! So hold on to your hats kids!<br>
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Generally my views on most of these topics are simple...<br>
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For fourteen years I have been Dawn's main parent. Although my husband has obviously been here, he has worked the entire time. He left raising the kids up to me. Which is fine. That's what I've always wanted. Or I did anyway. Apparently though, I did it wrong. Or maybe I just don't know what the hell I'm doing when it comes to raising her? Either way, I have come to a decision this past week, it was a long time coming.<br>
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I am no longer going to be the hands on parent.<br>
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I am no longer going to be the disciplinarian in the house (when it comes to her).<br>
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I am employing the Nacho Parenting Theory.<br>
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My grandparents raised me for those that don't know. My grandpa was the hardest working man I have ever known in my life. If he was sitting down it was because he was in the bathroom, eating, or sleeping. And even then he was thinking about all the things he had to do when he got up, got done, or got out the door in the morning. I grew up seeing this hard working man put himself through hell because he was taught growing up that you didn't stop until the job was done. He was never <i>bored</i> because there was always something that had to be done.</div>
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My grandmother was a lot like this as well. As a housewife/stay at home mom there was always something to do around the house or in the yard or with the kids. Always. </div>
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I'm not going to lie, I'm lazy lol. And I'm OK with that. But in the last nine months I feel like I've hardly sat down. My job keeps me hopping. This house keeps me hopping. I'm basically a rabbit. </div>
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I found her something to do. A lot of somethings actually. </div>
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