Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Mean Girls

Some blogs have a “theme”.  Before you open the page of a routinely visited blog you have a general idea about what to expect – kids, politics, housekeeping, rants, humor, etc.  I don’t have a theme.  But I enjoy the freedom of sharing a potpourri of life, whether it is funny, family-specific or just about life in general.  This particular post was not initially written with the intention of being read by anyone besides my husband and myself.  It was originally “therapy in writing” - just a journal entry to mark what I’ve learned and a reminder to not regress.  Yes, Jesus patiently steps back with us many times to take our hand and bring us through problems that we have been through before.  But isn’t it so much easier if we learn the lesson and move forward?  My husband continued encouraging me to share this when he saw my reluctance.  I finally conceded when he said, “hopefully every woman that reads it can be helped in some way.  Because don’t ALL of you have to deal with this?”.    

Mean Girls

As a grown woman, whose children are both boys, I must still admit that my life will never be entirely drama-free. In my 30 years I have had three experiences with “Mean Girls”.  Because the past is in the past and the entire point of writing this is to write what I learned, I will not describe or allude to any of the instances in particular. 

Mean Girls come in many varieties and yes, ages.  Mean Girls are expected in the teenage years but I have learned that they do not grow up.  Yes, they age, but they do not automatically mature and leave their childish ways behind.  A Mean Girl may be anyone who is insecure, self-seeking, a “desperate housewife”, sharp-tongued, drama queen, a gossip (speaks negatively about others), jealous, demands Queen Bee status, or demeans others.  Any combination of these characteristics is a potent creation for a Mean Girl. 

I happily say that after two MGs entered and left my life I had the opportunity, yes I say PRIVILEGE, to deal with a third.  The third MG has unknowingly left me feeling light, free and has served to further heal past hurts that I had thought were gone.  What a blessing!  What was meant to harm me, God has used to bless me.  This was not easy I have to admit.  My husband was the only one with whom I had spoken to about a suspected issue for months.  As I came to a breaking point I had to acknowledge something was amiss.  Finally I let someone else into my tortured mind.  I called a trusted friend and mentor who I knew to be discreet and wise.  This person is someone who, regardless of the generational gap, I can truly call a friend.   Everything came pouring out.   What surprised me was the emotion that surfaced as I spoke these things out loud.  Baggage.  Things said years ago left such a negative impact on me that they carried over to today.  My friend and mentor shared some things that gave me insight.  As much as I wanted to find out what was wrong and try to fix and mend things, I realized this person was too similar to the previous two MGs.  God was asking me if I had learned anything or if I was going to go about this the hard way – again.  An insecure person who needs to be the Queen Bee is not going to leave you alone after you fix the issue.  (I should say IF you could fix the issue.  If you do not know what is broken you cannot fix it.)  There will always be something that she is jealous of or insecure about and you might be the one she unleashes on to bring more attention to herself as the supposed victim.  So instead you must leave your innate defensiveness on the sidelines, check your heart and ask God to show you if you’ve said or done something wrong.  If you haven’t, it might be best not to ask the MG.  Attention seekers thrive on this sort of thing.  Just leave it alone.  Stay away.  Know your true friends.  Don’t waste time, energy or tears on someone who is baselessly hurtful.  If you are truly faultless, your character can withstand the test of time as you wait for your reputation to be restored in the eyes of those who listened to the MG.  When they see that you do not exhibit any of the characteristics they’ve been told then your silence on the issue and lack of negativity about others will speak volumes.

Lastly, I am disappointed in Christians in general.  I have come to dislike the term “Christians” anyway.  Too often it is easier to find a “Christian” who is a bold-faced embarrassment to Christ than someone who strives to honor him.  I choose to use the term “Christ-like”.  Christ-like is what “Christian” means but seems to be a more potent description. I am disappointed in those that call themselves Christians but treat people without love and therefore do not act Christ-like.  Hopefully they treat non-Christians differently.  But we shouldn’t hold our breath about that.  Also, I am disappointed in those who call themselves Christians but encourage MGs by listening to the gossip and slander that comes from their mouths.   To this I refer to Hebrews 10:24:  “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.”

As my friend and mentor said “every experience with a mean girl makes the next experience easier”.   But you have to intentionally make the hard choices:  keep your own mouth shut, continue to only speak kindly of others, choose to leave the issue in God’s hands, and enjoy the freedom of being in the Truth. 


Addendum
I would like to thank my parents for laying the groundwork and trying fervently to teach this to me many years ago. 

Monday, March 28, 2011

Gabriel and Courtney at the Circus!

We went to the circus on Saturday!  Our family of four temporarily grew to five as Gabriel's little friend, Courtney, was able to be with us as well.  It is so enjoyable to watch these two together since birth!  On the way to the circus, Courtney and Gabriel sat in the "back-back" together and laughed hilariously as they made up words (I think one of them was "bumpytruck").


Courtney rode a camel but Gabriel decided to pass on that "opportunity" and waited for a pony instead.





We saw tigers (one did the moon walk on his hind legs to MJ music!), elephants, camels, dogs, jugglers (a dad juggled his family with his feet!), clowns, trapeze and all sorts of fun and exciting things!
The two friends shared cotton candy, peanuts and popcorn and were bouncing off the walls in past-my-bedtime-2nd-wind-energy by the time we left!  


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Sign him up for an Ivy League! My three year old speaks French!

Gabriel has never seen the Little Mermaid.  I haven't seen it in awhile and I'm not sure why I thought to quote a line from the movie a few weeks ago but Gabriel rememebered it and repeated it today.

On the way out the door to get Gabriel to preschool this morning, I was double checking that Gabriel had his jacket, his backpack, lunch, napmat and I had the diaper bag, wallet, cell, baby David, etc.  As we walked into the garage, Gabriel said, "Mommy!  We forgot my shoes!  Sacrebleu!"  Sure enough.  He was dressed and ready to go except for the fact that he was in socks.  Super Mom here.

Maybe this doesn't quite qualify him as bilingual but I was impressed he remembered it and then used it correctly.  However, it's a French curse word so maybe I shouldn't be that impressed.

Friday, March 18, 2011

The Era of Legos!


Nana was in town this week for a few days during her spring break.  We had a movie night with Madagascar, hit up the Fort Worth Zoo and shopped at the Lego store.



Gabriel thought the penguins in Madagascar were hilarious.  He showed he already has that male sense of humor as he laughed at things I know my husband, brothers and dad think are funny and I just don’t get. (Don't get me wrong, I laughed plenty b/c its a great movie! We just laughed at different parts.)

At the zoo we waded through crowds of spring breakers while I inwardly swore to avoid the zoo during school breaks forever more.  (I admit, as a SAHM with a baby and a preschooler I am VERY spoiled by having public places to myself during the week.)  While there we met a bird that began “yelling” at Gabriel.  He thought it was pretty cool that the bird was talking to him!




After seeing the baboons play ...um....er....."leapfrog", watching a lion roar and have his morning constitutional, we finished off our trip with some Dippin’ Dots (which Gabriel remembered from our last visit with Daddy in September and specifically requested) and called it a successful and fun day.  Both boys were exhausted and fell asleep in the car on the way home.  I just hope Gabriel doesn't think its ok to "go" outside since he has seen dogs AND lions do it now.

I think for Paul and I the highlight of Nana’s trip was the Lego store.  Nana bought Gabriel his first REAL legos.  Not mega blocks or duplo but real legos with more tiny pieces in one small set (100+ pieces) than the average Barbie has accessories.  One dragon eye is smaller than a Barbie cell phone or bracelet!  Baby David was immediately drawn to these exciting new toys partially b/c they are Gabriel’s (and therefore “cool”) and partially b/c we told him “no”.  =)  My 3 ½ year old seemed suddenly so much older while carefully building and playing with the castle and repair truck (because every castle needs a cherry picker to fix the street lights).



While seeing my first baby grow up is somewhat sad, it is exciting to see him big enough for “big boy toys”.  I remember many hours of building legos with my brother and Paul had filled a large box by the time he outgrew them.  But as we have ALL been playing with Gabriel’s new toys I realized there are some things you don’t outgrow.  So while The Era of Legos has begun for Gabriel, it has just continued for Paul and I.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to help build a horse.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

4AM Pregnancy Test & Barking Spiders

I woke up earlier than usual and immediately sensed the nausea.  Then it hit me “it’s time for you know what” and nothing has happened yet!  While panic shot through me I remembered a spare pregnancy test in the cabinet.  My youngest is not even 9 months old yet!  They would be less than 18 months apart!  Others have gone this way and survived but the mere thought had me wishing I could breathe frantically into a brown paper bag.  Everyone knows that no form of birth control is 100% effective (haven’t you seen Friends??).   But could this really happen to US?  The potential irony of having recently sold our Travel System on craigslist hit me.  I was not amused.  As I waited the “2 minutes” to officially read the test results I realized I was shaking.  The chills.  It wasn't morning sickness!  It was the FLU!   I have never been relieved to be sick until now.
The flu has struck repeatedly in our household this week.  Anyone who could previously brag that they had not been sick all winter has now been sick.  In the month of March.  We almost made it.  With sickies slumming around the house almost every day the camera has been gathering dust on the counter.  But you will not leave this blog disappointed!  I present to you The Best of – Quotes by Gabriel:
“Mommy, my booty ate a barking spider.  Now it’s stinky.”
Me - “Gabriel!  Don’t eat your boogies!”
G- “There’s a tiger in my tummy and he said <growly voice> ‘I’m hungry! I want boogies!’“
Me - <walked out of the room>  How do you reply to that??

G – “Mommy, I think Tinks is naked.” (Tinks is our dog.)
Me – “What should she be wearing?”
G – “…….a parachute!”

“Daddy’s potty is Daddy’s potty.  It’s not yours potty.  Maybe you get one for Christmas.”

<Playing with stickers>
“I take the skunk tails off and they not stinky anymore!”

<While flopping all over the sofa>
“Mom!  I’m spazzin’ out!”

“I don’t need my peas ‘cause my poops not stuck.  My poops gone.”  
<Stands, turns with back to me, pulls down pants and bends over>
“See? I don’t have more poops!”

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Nighttime Thoughts

Here is what I have learned about moms and nighttime:
  • Moms are the last ones to bed
  • If anyone is up in the middle of the night for any reason, Mom accompanies him 
  • Once mom is up she may have trouble "turning off her brain" 
So here I am "piddling around" with this new blog.

Blogs seem to be the place to write about what you know and what excites you.  So it comes to mind to share with you a wonderfully exciting thing: BoyMom Designs.  I tell every boymom I meet about this site!

While helping out at a consignment sale during my 2nd pregnancy, I saw a woman wearing a cute black tee that simply said "boymom" in grey lettering.  I came home later that day and told Paul that if we had another boy "I want that shirt!".  And now, I am the proud owner of my 3rd BoyMom shirt (Green "boymoms rock") thanks to BoyMom January Winner!

I love proudly announcing my boymom status to everyone who sees me.  Maybe its because the girlmoms get to do the fun shopping.  We all know that it is so much easier to find cute girl clothes than it is to find cute boy clothes.  I miss that about not having a girl (or do I?$$$$$$?).   ;)

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Window Watching

Gabriel was being "sillys" with David while waiting for us to come outside and join him.  David enjoys laughing at his big brother!
It is quite a process to get everything together just to go outside (blanket - check, hat - check, toys - check, etc).  It is WONDERFUL that Gabriel can put his own shoes on and get toys out of the deck box all by himself!
(Yes, the window is extremely smudgy.  Maybe it'll stay clean for more than an hour......someday.......)

New beginnings

We are figuring out this world of blogging.  After leaving the photo gallery unattended for about a year and a half, we decided to start fresh with a blog.  The captions on the boys pictures sometimes really help to give you the back story to what is going on and Gabriel says some pretty funny things!

The gallery is still up and available.  You can find it through our home page (www.houseofbell.com) but we aren't updating the gallery anymore.

I hope you enjoy these glimpses into our lives!