Thursday, October 3, 2013

The No Machine

All day, every day, the children asked me to do things for them. All day, every day, I did things for them. And then it started.... the request to watch Heffalump Halloween

This request is not unfamiliar to me. In fact, we have daily conversations about Pooh's Heffalump Halloween Movie. Have you seen it? It is super cute... the first 27 times.

Thing 2 asked me, in his adorable, tiny voice, "Mommy, can I watch Heffalump Halloween?"
I looked at his cherubic face with those big blue eyes, smiled and replied, "No."

Three entire seconds passed, then he asked again, "Mommy, can I watch Heffalump Halloween?"
I looked at my angel, and again replied, "No."

Then he tried a third time, "Mommy, can I watch Heffalump Halloween?"
This time I replied, "I am The No Machine. Any question you ask me will be answered with no."

Thing 1 giggled. Thing 2 blinked those big eyes. Then, with an ornery look on my face, I tempted them both by saying, "Try me."
Thing 2, ever the persistent one, started up immediately, "Mommy, can I watch Heffalump Halloween?"
The No Machine said, "NO."

I looked at Thing 1. "Go ahead. Ask me a question."
He looked at me and asked the other question I hear 45 times per day, "Can I have a popsicle?"
The No Machine said, "NO."

I raised my eyebrows and looked back at Thing 2. He asked, "Can I watch Heffalump Halloween?"

Thing 1, loving that he had figured out the game, asked, "Mommy, can I make a race car?"

I looked at the clock. It was 5:30, which meant it was almost time for Brock to get home. I turned back to my children and suggested, "You should wait for The Yes Machine to come home. You can ask him all sorts of questions and he will always answer yes."

Then all three of us laughed, because the truth is often funny.

Then Thing 1 asked, "Mommy, will you read this to me?"
I was still playing this new and fabulous game. I replied,  "No. Thing 2 will read it to you!"

Thing 2, who is three years old, replied, "I can't read!"
I asked him,  "Then what can you do?"

He said, "I can watch Heffalump Halloween."

And that is what happens when people like me reproduce.

Peace, Love and Heffalump Halloween,

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Add a Little Joyous Noise to Your Life

As a mother, I often revel in the tiny moments of silence that I am granted. I am surrounded by noise every day. From the barking of dogs to the roaring engines of assholes lovely neighbors speeding by my house, my environment is filled with sound. Inside my house, the walls and my eardrums are constantly being penetrated by the bleeping of battery operated toys and the accompanying vrooming and rambunctious play noises being generated by my children. Then there are the demands, the whining, the fighting, or even the happy play at volume 11. While I love my life, the noise level is a lot for me to absorb every day. So when I find quiet, I revel in it. So much so, that I often forget that I actually enjoy some noise; specifically music.

Every once in a while, I listen to the radio while driving my old pick-up truck. While basking in the glow of my orange check-engine light, I find a song and it makes me move, sing, and feel joy. Afterward, I revel in the feeling of discovering a new dimension to my weary self. My heart feels lighter, my mind feels more clear, and I regain the ability to laugh and smile.

Today, it was this song. This song that made me break into my version of "road harmony". This song that brought me a little much needed renewed joy. This song that reminded me of my odd teenage obsession with folk, bluegrass and classic-rock music. In 1993, when everyone I knew was listening to Boyz to Men, AC/DC and Micheal Fucking Bolton, I was listening to Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, Alison Krauss and James Taylor. I guess some of us have always marched to our own beat- or grooved in our own unique and slightly spastic way behind the wheel of an old, muddy pick-up truck.

I hope you are able to carve out a little space in your day and fill it with your own brand of joyous noise.

Peace, Love and Music,