Yeah. Live in the Moment. Even if it smells funny.

So, a normal day with my kids. It goes like this. I have some quiet time spending it with Kehl and Kaylah. Kehlton usually sleeps most of the time, but Kaylah thinks its fun to occupy my every minute. She loves to help putting dishes away and has made it clear that the silverware is HER job!
Once the older kids come home, I proceed to get them the best after school snack ever, cuzz I just rock like that. On cold days like today, it will be hot chocolate and toast, but it is usually cookies, or anything that smells up the house from the minute they walk in.
I am officially the coolest Mom on the block, and its funny, there seems to be a lot of neighbor kids coming over more and more after school. Hmmmm...coo-weeky-dink?? I don't think so. (Yeah, I totally just spelled out coo-weenky-dink!!)
So anyway, I have taken on this whole, 'Life Is Short, Live in the Moment' thinking with my kids this last year. It has changed the way I am as a Mother entirely! I have spoken with so many Moms, and I always hear the same thing. "I wish I could go back and enjoy it more."
Since I have began my new found release on Motherhood, something has changed with the kids. They have had this thinking like, "Hey, Moms like, all cool now, So...Uh, we can like get away with a lot more stuff...you know..."
Yeah...true story. Rheesah thinks its funny to shake her butt and me. Now I know this seems highly inappropriate, and rude, but you would just have to see her do it to know that it is playful banter and if anyone can shake their butt respectfully, Rheesah can. She even has this little chant 'Bow-chick-a-WOW-WOW' as her but goes from side to side. (Yeah I totally just spelled out Bow-chick-a-WOW-WOW)
Well, yesterday she totally stepped over the BOW WOW edge when she decided to pass gas and belch all day. This was not just any belch, or any typical gas passing. No! I suddenly knew what George Bush was talking about when he insisted that there were weapons of mass destruction that had to be found. However, he never would have guessed that they could be found on our own soil. Right here in a little home in Utah. Who would have thought?
Yesterday was a big day for Rheesah using her weapons of war, and I instantly issued a RED THREAT level for the home. It got even worse, when she decided to 'Bow-chick-a-WOW-WOW right by Savannah and I with a Russian missile that totally vacated the residence.
Okay. Something has to be done! What was I to do? Like...I am all cool now...and stuff! I can't throw the crack down and become a mean mom again. So you can imagine my distress of wondering how I could possibly tactfully handle the situation. I know that the gas passing is all I have mentioned, however to gross you out even more, there has been a whole lot more belching going on as well. And she has corn dogs for lunch. The disgusting part is, I didn't have to ask.
GROSS!!!! I WANTED TO RUN OUT OF MY HOUSE SCREAMING!!!!
Well, Savannah. My articulate brainiac decided to start calling Rheesah a TOMBOY. At first, I was going to stop her making sure that she did not hurt her feelings. Then something told me to hold back. I am so glad I did.
She went off telling her that only disgusting TOMBOYS belch, and fart, and shake their butt!
THIS IS WHERE I STOOD BACK, LOOKING LIKE A GENIUS!!!
Problem solved. Rheesah hates being a TOMBOY. She not longer uses weapons of mass destruction. My house smells better, and I don't get to listen lunch aftershocks.
I still get to be the coolest Mom on the block, and look at all the memories we are creating.
...I wonder now, though, how can I keep my silverware drawer organized. Oh well!
Yeah. Live in the Moment. Even if it smells funny.
I like it!