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About Heather

I adore my family, writing, books, cats, lazy mornings in bed, and chocolate. I'll never say no to breakfast for dinner, long talks with friends and lazy summer days at the pool with family. My life is often crazy, always awesome and one I'm so happy to be living! My side hustle is editing and proofing work. Find out more at https://heathercaryn.com/

Camp Pitcha Fit

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One of the biggest joys and one of the biggest challenges to me about raising kids is how the game is always changing. Once I feel like I’ve got something down pat, the kids grow up, the friends change and I’m left wondering what to do.  Here is my latest in the “How in the World do you Handle This?” chronicles.

Scorch had a t-ball game tonight.  The game itself went fine and Scorch had a great time playing and hanging with his friends.  After the game ,we celebrated one of the coaches birthdays with cake and took our time leaving the field.  Scorch wanted to play more ball, so I pitched to him for a while and, like most times, one of the other little boys wanted to play too.  So, after Scorch had a few hits, it was this little boy’s turn.  We are good friends with this little boy’s family and we see them socially at least once a week.  Scorch and this kid have a good relationship- but it’s always been very competitive.

So, this little boy gets up to bat and Scorch says he’s going to be the catcher only he says it rather softly and is standing off to the side- not at all in the normal catcher’s position.  The little boy missed my first pitch and the ball falls by his feet so he picks it up and throws it back to me.  Scorch doesn’t say anything.  Again, I pitch and the little boy misses and he throws it back to me. This time Scorch speaks up and says he wants to be the catcher so to let him get the ball.  The third time the little boy fouls the ball and lands at his feet, so he scoops it right up and throw it back to me.

Scorch lost his ever loving mind.  He starts crying, which is the normal Scorch reaction.  I try to calm him down by telling him that the little boy was just trying to help, it’s not a big deal, he can get the next ball.  That doesn’t work because next Scorch started yelling at the little boy telling his that he was the catcher, the little boys shouldn’t have caught the ball and on and on.  I quickly put the kabosh on the yelling, and tell Scorch to apologize right now because we do not yell at our friends.  Scorch yells out an apology (not at all sincere) and then starts yelling about how this little boy owes him an apology too.

At this point, I don’t know what to do, so we just simple say goodbye and dragging our crying screaming child with us. On the drive home, Scorch keeps it up- telling me over and over how this little boy owed him an apology for not letting him pick up the ball.  I tell Scorch that’s not the way it works, the little boy didn’t do anything wrong, that Scorch shouldn’t yell at his friends- but I could tell I didn’t make a dent in his little head.

So what do you do in that situation? Is there is a different way to deal with it as it was unfolding? Do we have Scorch call this little boy tomorrow and apologize sincerely (I say yes, the Hubs says no as Scorch already did apologize at the field)?  How in the world do you handle a situation when your kid gets so mad at a friend that he just can’t be reasoned with keeping in mind that Scorch has just turned 5?

The Ultimate Scarifice

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As my day marches along, I keep a little catalog of what to blog about during the day in my head.  Something funny the Bean said (her response after I told her “Yes, dear.” was to tell me “I not a deer, I a persons.”) or a question I have about Scorch (is 5 years old an appropriate age to watch some of the Y-7 cartoons like The Avengers?), a personal victory or just a universally funny parenting story.

But today I can’t get this story about of my head.  A 24-year old police officer was killed in the line of duty not to far from where I live.  He was a married father of an 18 month old.  That in and of itself is horrific.  Then I read how his pregnant wife, upon hearing the news, went into labor and had their baby.  She had her precious baby knowing all the while that her husband was dead.  Right there? That’s the stuff nightmares are made of.

So my amusing stories are going to have to wait a day or two because I can’t get the Wyman family out of my head today.  If you’re the praying time, please send some their way.

Battle Ready

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Every time I’ve completely freaked out when my kids have vomited, I’ve always told myself that I would redeem myself as a mother and a caretakers when there was blood and/or broken bones.  I’d keep a calm head, I wouldn’t panic and I’d absolutely, positively not hide in my laundry room for 15 minutes at a time like I do now when someone pukes.

The only problem is that my self soothing was all theoretical as I had never had to test my theory with anything other then minor scrapes and bumps so far.  Until this weekend.

Saturday morning, I ran my first 5K (yeah!) and even made it back home in time for the last inning of Scorch’s t-ball game.  I was thrilled, the kids were thrilled and the Hubs was thrilled because he didn’t have to deal with Hurricane Bean all the while trying to help coach.  I watched Scorch and his team bat and then got pulled away when they were in the field because Bean and her buddies wanted to play their own toddler t-ball game and I was the star pitcher.  All was well until I heard Scorch cry out and one of the moms grabbed me and told me he got hit in the nose with the ball.  I turned in time to see the the Hubs scoop Scorch, with his bleeding face, up and run him to the bathroom.

It’s go time.  I’m ready. I have my water bottle to clean away the blood and a pack of tissues one of the other moms thrust at me as I ran by.  I’m very concerned, but I’m not panicked and best of all- I’m running towards my kid and his bodily fluids, not away from him.  Clearly, I am Super Mom.

Only problem is, I’m married to a former EMT and general do-gooder- just the kind of man who you want around when bad things happen, except during times you’re trying to redeem yourself.  The Hubs took charge and basically wouldn’t let me near Scorch until he assessed his wounds, cleaned him up and calmed him down.  And Scorch, bless his little heart, was totally and completely fine with that as Daddy had already proven himself in battle time and again.

Thankfully, Scorch is totally fine. The ball hit him in the lips, not the nose.  While his lips were swollen and cut, he didn’t need any stitches and kept all his teeth.  As for me, I’ll wait as long as it takes (hopefully a really really long time- like never) to prove myself again.

Love Thursday: Matters of the Heart

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We were gone for 14 hours last Saturday, spending a full day with family celebrating Baby Lala’s baptism. It was a fantastic day, but a long one and I was bound and determined to spend my Sunday at home catching up on the multitude of things I had to do.  We all got up bright and early on Sunday and the Hubs soon left to go pick up the dog from the kennel.  The kids were doing great playing, so I decided to take a quick shower while they were busy.

While I was in the shower, the Bean had managed to dump out every drawer in her room as well as our coat closest.  She told me she packing her things to go to Church.  Now, while I appreciated her initiative, I didn’t appreciate the extra work she just laid at my feet.  So when a friend called to see if we wanted to go to a nearby lake for the rest of the morning to go swimming, I jumped at the chance because clearly my kids were not in the cleaning mood.

When we got to the lake, another family was pulling in with kids right around Scorch’s age.  A while later at the water’s edge, the other mom and I started making small talk like two strangers do when their kids are playing.  In the course of the conversation, this mom told me that her child, who is 5 like Scorch, had his 6th heart attack just two weeks prior.  I had to ask her to repeat herself because I was sure I mis-heard her.  5 years don’t have heart attacks- let alone a multitude of them.  Sadly, I had heard her correctly- her child was born with a congenital heart defect and had his first attack when he was 2.

Later that night I was laying in bed telling the Hubs about the family we met and I couldn’t stop thinking of how freaking lucky my family is.  I spent a lot of time over the past month complaining about the Virus from Hell and the Bean’s demonic possession, but the fact of the matter is, my family is healthy and I love them with everything I have. I can’t imagine how this other family goes through life making the most of everything, all the while waiting for the other shoe to drop.

While I can’t promise to get less frustrated or not to yell because as much as I love my little people, they make me crazy- I can promise you that I’ll be that much more appreciative of them now. I can promise to try to find the humor in watching the Bean try to stuff a pile of clothes as big as her into a teeny-tiny backpack.  I can promise I won’t tell my kids that I’ll play with them later because I have to pick up/do laundry/put the dishes away.  I can promise to tell my kids each and every day how much I love them and how lucky I am to have them.

Bright & Sunny

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The winters up here are long and dreary- full of white, dingy browns and grey.  It can be beautiful in its own way, but it’s so dull to look at day in and day out.

Spring was also a little slow to start up here- full of rain, cold weather and grey skies.  Then- BAM- summer hit last week and suddenly its all sunshine and warm temps!

There is so much I love about summer- the BBQs, the corn on the cob & the watermelon, the late nights on the deck watching the sun go down and the last minute ice cream runs. But my most favorite thing is the return of color!

The blues of the pool and the sky.  The green grass.  The pink and purple sunsets.  The hot, yellow sunshine.  The orange umbrella.  The kiddos tan skin (despite, yes, twice daily application of sunscreen) and the emergence of their blond hair.  I love it all and I’m so glad to have color back in my life again!

Pickin’ My Ride

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Since the Hubs and I have been together, we have purchased a total of 4 cars and been gifted one (in a complicated family swap).   Each of the previous 4 car buying decisions have been easy.  The first two we bought while we were dating, so really the other person didn’t have much say in the matter.  I ended up with a brand new Neon right after college and he got a used Ford Thunderbird.  Neither were the prettiest of cars, but both served us really well when we moved to Maryland and were as cheap as cars could be (combined car payment was $300 a month!).

When we moved back to NY, we quickly realized that his rear-wheel drive car and my tiny tin can weren’t going to cut it during the long winters- especially given we live in an area called the Snow Belt.  So we went looking for 4-wheel drive SUVs back in 2004.  We had grand expectations until we saw the price tag that came with the really huge SUVs and eventually settled on a Jeep Cherokee.  Really, the car buying process was easy as we both knew and agreed upon what we wanted.  And we loved the car- it drove great, looked sporty and was safe.  Best of all, it was  big enough to accommodate Scorch when he came along in 2006 and the Bean when she was born in 2008.

Too bad I got into a major accident in 2009 and totaled the thing (something the Hubs still like to remind me of).  For 13 months after that, we were a one car family- driving the 2001 van we were gifted from my family.  The family roadster was a great vehicle, but it had seen better days even before we got it.  But it served us well until it died one morning in March of 2010 and the reality of having 1 car when you lived in the middle of nowhere and  had to get a kid to school and one person to work really sunk in.  Thankfully the van was revived, but we knew we had to get a new car ASAP.  Again, the decision was pretty easy- with two growing kids, we couldn’t deny the ease of having a van, so we bought another van- just a  newer model with a lot less miles.

The Hubs manhood took a severe beating that day.

Fast forward 14 months and our old van is really dying this time and we’re in the market for a new car.  The Hubs was adamant that this car not be another van, so we went looking at SUVs.  I thought we had decided on what we wanted, but I was clearly wrong given how our shopping went today.

I was stressing safety and passenger room- how having a 3rd row would really be great when we were driving around the kids and their friends.  I looked at the all the extra’s- some of these cars were loaded with remote starters and heated seats- niceties we’ve never had before.  The Hubs couldn’t have cared less. He looked at the SUVs I liked and told me they were chick cars- really not what he had in mind.  So after excusing ourselves from our sales guy, we had to walk away to actually have an argument about what exactly we were looking for.

Turns out the Hubs wanted a pick up truck.

Given how silly I thought the idea was when you take into account our lifestyle, I was damn proud of myself for agreeing to check out a few.  Thankfully after looking at a few and realizing that no, not even with a extended cab, a pick up truck doesn’t make sense we came to some sort of compromise and narrowed things down.

I think.

Our next shopping trip will tell us that for sure.  In the mean time, I’m going to be looking online lusting after all the extra’s I won’t get so my husband can feeling tough and manly while driving our two kids around.

 

Love Thursday: Lots to Love

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You’ll have to forgive me for not being able to come up with coherent post tonight.  It stormed last night, which meant I was up with Crazy, our dog, for 2 hours.  I’m tired- so let’s talk about the random things I’m loving right now:

1) The fact that So You Think You Can Dance starts back up today! That show is my guilty pleasure for summer!

2) The book Little Princes: One Man’s Promise to Bring Home the Lost Children of Nepal   I started reading this last night and can’t put it down- really well written and an amazingly compelling story.

3) This hot weather (which I will love even more when the Hubs puts in our air conditioning).

4) Shopping for a new-to-us car. I love car shopping- the research, the negotiating, the fun of figuring out what to get!  We are looking for mid-sized SUVs with a 3rd row if anyone has any suggestions!  The key- needs to be around or under $20K to stay within our budget.

5) That fact that I get to see Red, TBO & Baby Lala this weekend for Baby L’s baptism!  We’re spending all day Saturday with family, I have a pretty dress and my kids will get to have a ball with their cousins.

6) We’re finally thisclose to getting resolution on the Hub’s job situation- cannot wait for that!

7) The Hubs went back to work after being so sick today. Love that man, but it was time for him to get out of the house.

What are you loving today?

Running. Again.

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A little under a week ago, a friend asked me to run in a 5K taking place on June 4th.  She’s part of Girls On the Run– an organization I’ve heard wonderful things about, so I jumped at the opportunity to help out as a running buddy.

The problem? I haven’t run in almost a year.

I’ve talked about my love/hate relationship with running before- I love the idea of it, but lordy, I hate the reality of it.  But I committed myself to this 5K.  These girls need a running buddy and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a group of 3rd, 4th and 5th graders down. I was very honest with my friend about my skill level- I very well may not be able to run the full 5K with only 2 weeks of training, but I’d do what I could get myself ready and I’d give it my all.

Given how much I dislike running, I’m trying to set myself up for success.  For me, that means I need someone to buddy with to keep me accountable.  My dear friend Amy was kind enough to volunteer to meet me 3x a week at 5 am to run (note: the time choice was hers, not mine) so today we started.  It was 46 degrees and dark outside when we got to the running trail and frankly, I was marveling over how crazy 2 30-somethings could be. Shouldn’t we know better? But you know what, it was great! Amy ran with me for as long as I could even though she could have easily lapped me a few times over in the time it took me to run that mile.

When it was all over, I felt awesome. I feel like I’m finally trying to climb this huge mountain I never thought I could get over. I may never, ever like running and I may not be able to run the full 5K in less then two weeks- but hopefully by setting these goals and having someone hold me accountable, I’ll finally keep at it.  I want to be a good role model for my kids- I want them to two see healthy, active parents who do what they can to live a long life.  I want them to see us moving our bodies every day and to mimic that behavior. I want exercise to be the norm, not the exception in our house hold.  Hopefully today was the first step in making those wishes a reality.

Falling like Dominos

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On Saturday we belated held Scorch’s birthday party.  We had to delay it a while because of the Virus from Hell – something that Scorch was not happy about.  Have you ever tried explaining to a 5 year old that he is not having his birthday party (read: not getting presents) for weeks because of an illness?  I don’t recommend it.

But finally, finally everyone in my house was healthy and Party Day dawned hot and sunny.  Scorch had a great t-ball game earlier in the day, the kids took great naps and the guest all arrived on time.  We had a fantastic evening full of family, friends, great food, cake and, yes, presents.  By the time everyone left around 9:30, I was happily exhausted.  Just as my Mother-in-Law, the Hubs and I were heading to bed, the Hubs said, “I don’t feel good.”

Are. You. Kidding?

I quietly said a quick prayer that the Hubs simply drank or ate too much and that was that.  It had been 5 full days since anyone in my house was sick- it couldn’t possibly be the Virus from Hell, right?  Wrong.  The Hubs started getting sick at 11:30 and kept going at least once an hour for 5 hours.

Now, that is awful for the Hubs- I felt terrible for him.  But, really, I felt more sorry for me and my mother-in-law (who was staying with us for the weekend) because the Hubs is the loudest puker *ever.*  There is absolutely no sleeping in a house this small when the Hubs is getting sick unless you’re in your own room with the door closed and a sound machine on, which the kids were.  But my mother-in-law and I weren’t so lucky, so we got to experience exactly what the Hubs was going through.  He’s so loud that Crazy, our dog, was freaking out.  She thought it was thunder every time the Hubs got sick, so we had to sedate her to get her through this ordeal.

The Hubs had my pity all through out the night, but I’m sorry to report he didn’t have my patience. I found myself thinking about the cost of hotel rooms (for either him or us, I didn’t care), asking the Hubs to go down in the basement with Crazy, the cats and our tiny speck of a half bathroom that Hubs barely fits into to get sick and, finally, smothering the Hubs when he got back to bed to put us all out of our misery.  But, because I’m clearly Wife of the Year material, I didn’t do any of the above and we all got through this.

Here we are 3 days out and the Hubs is still wiped out- he hasn’t left the house since Saturday.  I’m obsessively following him around with my Clorox Wipes, wiping down everything he’s touched.  It’s been 2 weeks since the Virus from Hell hit this house and I’m still standing and I intend to keep in that way. Wish me luck.

Love Thursday: The Random Edition

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I’ve been sitting here for the past 30 minutes trying to figure out what to write about tonight.  The fact of the matter is, I’m exhausted.

The kids, thank God, are finally healthy enough for Mary to come back full time.  But the Bean- oh, the Bean- is wearing me down.  I forgot just how batshit crazy almost 3 year old;s can be.  The most difficult phase with Scorch was this age too, so I know it’ll pass- but difficult for Scorch meant a grand total of a half a dozen crazy meltdowns.  Bean averages 4 of those a day.  I love so very very much, but she’s making me crazy.  She’s fighting us over everything, screaming the house down and  hitting her brother.  The Hubs and I haven’t lost it yet with her, but she is going to bed a good 30 minutes early every night for the sake of our sanity.

So, that’s the long way of saying I don’t have it in me to come up with a gushy, funny post today.  I love my kids and I’m thankful for them, but I’m just as thankful for bed time and ice cream tonight!  But, there are a few random things I’m loving right now:

1) I got invited to a Post-Rapture Looting Party- where we’re invited to take all the good stuff left behind by those called up to Heaven.  I laughed for 5 minutes over this.

2) I am taking 3 hours of me time tomorrow to shop for Baby Lala’s Baptism! Sweet baby girl is doing wonderfully- growing fast, smiling & laughing. I can’t wait to get to hold her again in a few weeks!

3) Between my travels and the kids being sick, I’ve been able to read a lot lately:

  • I read the first two books in the Millennium Trilogy- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo & The Girl Who Played with Fire.  I liked them both, although the first one had a lot of financial crime info that I had to slog my way through. The second one was a much faster read!
  • The Scorch Trials– This is the 2nd book in a series that started with The Maze Runner.  Again, I liked this book better then the first and am looking forward to reading how this all gets tied up!
  • The Brave– I normally like this author (Nicholas Evans) very much.  But this one wasn’t as good as most of his works- the characters weren’t nearly fleshed out enough and the plot harped upon in the summary (Iraq veteran accused of horrible war crimes) was barely touched upon.
  • Past Perfect by Susan Isaacs- another author I normally love with a book that felt flat. One of my biggest annoyances in books/TV shows/movies is when the main character doesn’t tell the people around him/her what they are doing for no good reason and then get stuck in horrible situations because they didn’t speak up. That happened a lot in this book, so I spent most of my time reading this yelling at the main character in my head.
  • The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons.  I have no idea why I got this book about WWII in Russia, but I generally liked it. But lordy, it was depressing!  Not something I’ll be in a hurry to read again, but it kept my attention.
  • Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver.  This book was recommended to me by the Children’s Librarian at our local library, so I checked it out and I’m glad I did.  It’s a YA novel about a 17 year old girl who gets to re-live the last day of her life 7 times to get it right.  At first I didn’t like it- the main characters were harsh and the look at high school was pretty unflinching- but then I got sucked right in. Yeah- the kids were mean, but they were honest and the book didn’t pull any punches.

4) I was asked today to be a Running Buddy for Girls on the Run at a 5K walk/run in 2 weeks. I’m so excited about this because I’m hoping it’ll be the kick in the butt I need to start running again. Maybe this time I’ll enjoy it!

5) The sunset tonight is gorgeous (pardon the quality, best I could get with my cell phone). I’m so glad we have green trees around again.