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October 2014

Wordless Wednesday: Goodnight (and good job!) Sun

I love it, whenever I get the chance to introduce folks to a few of my favorite things, here in Jersey -- sharing them with the ones I love most...priceless. 

Sunset Beach -- Cape May, NJ

Thanks so much for indulging this Jersey Girl and sharing in some spectacular seaside moments, Melisa. And good job, sun.

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He's Army Strong, Mom's Still in Training

As a child, I remember reading about the Declaration of Independence in history class and quietly smiling to myself, thinking...THIS!...this is why my family is here.

"Mom, I want to enlist into the military."

But I cannot think of too many words, other than those my 15 year-old son has been saying, since he was 4 years-old, that can simultaneously fill my heart with joy AND feel as if someone or something is trying to dig its way out of my chest, one spoonful at at a time.

"I spoke with an Army recruiter during Career Day."

And yet, in the last few months, I have heard very little else.

"I told them I want to be an Army Engineer."

My heart is about ready to burst both with pride and dread, all over my face.

Glen and Uncle Bud
Glen at his Uncle Bud's deployment ceremony, 2004.

Here's the thing, encouraging my 4 year-old that...YES!...Army dudes are indeed awesome, is easy -- especially, since he idolizes his grandfather (my dad immigrated to the U.S. in 1956) and his favorite super hero happens to be my brother, Uncle Bud the Army dude.

"And I told them that I plan on joining ROTC, next year."

Keeping every deep, dark and terribly awful fear imagineable from creeping out of my heart and slithering its way up onto my face, not so much.

"I'd like to visit West Point, can we go?"

So, my husband and I took a road trip, with just our son.

Glen and Garth NHRN at West Point
Most gorgeous views of the Hudson River Valley, EVUH!

The weather was absolutely gorgeous, perfect fall day with temperatures in the 60's (my favorite!), but it was also a bittersweet day; for Garth (not his real name) and me, I mean.

 

Hudson River Valley
I have lots of pictures of trees, they comfort me.

This post has been in my head for a very long time. It's still very hard to put the words together, because this is not about politics (I'm not that smart) and I'm not looking for a philosophical debate on history or religion (I'm not that clever, or awake, probably).

 

Day out with our future soldier, he's been wanting to visit West Point since he was chin height.

A photo posted by Liz Thompson (@thisfullhouse) on Oct 10, 2014 at 10:26am PDT

I'm just a mom, who loves her child(ren) with every ounce of her being, who's trying...really, really hard...to raise my kids to be...well...MUCH smarter, than me.

Battle Monument at West Point
Battle Monument, West Point

Now that they're grown (mostly) and can pretty much think for themselves (see previous parenthesis), I can tell you EXACTLY what the hardest part of raising teenagers is: trying NOT to feel as if you're losing control of...well...every thing.

Glen and Me at West Point
We are smiling, AM SO!

It's hard sometimes, you know? Pretending to be fearless. Especially for someone who wears her heart on her sleeve...[raises hand]...not without leaving a permanent dent on my face, I mean.

I'm not going to lie, I'm proud AND scared as hell, you guys.

BUT! I'm going to continue to try really, really hard to stay strong; even though I know, that my kids know, I'm about a backstroke away from drowning in my own feelings.

"Thanks for bringing me, this was a good day."

Because, in my head, I can't help but see him as that same little towheaded 4 year-old...running around...always with the running...wearing his favorite Power Rangers sneakers, pretending to be a super hero...like his Uncle Bud.

Fried Oreos
He's an evil child, this one!

Upside of raising teens: when they grow independent enough to cook for themselves and start making you fried Oreos and stuff...yo!

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Fun With Keyword Analysis

Blogging is hard! Blogging while under the influence of children is even harder! Blogging with teenagers living in your house? Okay, picture this: it's sort of like attempting to recite the Pledge of Allegiance...backwards...while riding a bicycle...naked...uphill...in the snow...with two flat tires and a missing seat.

Holly and Heather
My two oldest will tell you: (left) UGH, no (right) YO!

It's daaaaaanged near impossible to blog, especially these days. Not without exposing myself to some serious hurt, I mean.

[rubs backside, reaches for Ibuprofen]

And yet, here we are -- just you, and me, and this here broken bicycle. RELAX, I am wearing clothes. As far as you know, anyways.

[double-cringe]

Aaaaanyway, so don't get me wrong. Yeah, I've been blogging for 11 years. And no, I do NOT consider myself an expert -- of anything other than the insanely awesome super power of leaping over tall piles of laundry and having be given the ability to listen to multiple conversations, happening at the same time, I mean -- although, the folks who've been coming to my blog recently, seem to think I'm some sort of knowledgeable.

20140317_174456Not these guys, tho.

Aaaanyway, here are some of the answers to the keywords that brought some of you here, because I'm helpful like that:

Absent letter for school for waking up late: Please excuse [enter child's name, here] for being absent from school on [enter date of absence]. You see, my office won the lottery drawing last night, however, [enter child's name, here] accidentally used the tickets to line a diorama for his/her math project, to help illustrate how the odds are NEVER in our favor, and we were up ALL night trying to break into the school to retrieve said diorama, because no one EVER wants to make their co-workers hangry, especially first thing in the morning.

So, thank you for your kind attention and would you please let his/her math teacher know that [enter child's name, here]'s project is now going to be a little late, too.

Oh, and that we left a check in his/her desk to cover the damages to the classroom window, as a result of our hasty escape. Yours very truly, etc...

Or something like that, I'm easy.

Boardwalk with stores and carnival games:

[cracks knuckles, blows bangs out of eyes]

Well, let's see, there's Keansburg -- which is about a 15-30 minute drive, from our house, depending on traffic.

Point Pleasant is 30-90 minute drive, etc...

Seaside Heights is about 45-180 minutes, off-season. Summertime? Fuhghetaboutit!

Wildwood -- you best plan for an entire week, getting there and back, just to be safe.

They were all hit HARD by the bitchstorm, Hurricane Sandy -- 2 years later and we're still re-building -- but now they are ALL back in business, because it's how we roll, here in Jersey...YO!!!...so c'mon ova, the beaches are free from now until Memorial Day, we can split the toll money!

Down the shore diaper story: Believe it or not, I've got one for ya' -- it was my very first blog post, from September 2, 2003 -- ohhhhh, and a very Happy Belated Blogiversary to meeeeeee!!!!

Eating right kids: Yeah, I seem to eat all the wrong kids too, whassup wit-dat?

Gross Halloween games for kids: Refer to above.

Middle school halloween party games: Wow, you're going to need A LOT of antacids, my friend.

Teen feets: This one is REAL simple, THEY STINKS!

Why everyone is in such rush: Because, raising teens and riding bicycles uphill...in the snow, naked...is hard...YO!

That last nugget of parental brilliance should bring all sorts of search engines to the table, right?!? RIGHT?!? 

[sound of crickets, chirping]

I'm throwing in Facebook stickers, FTW! Because I'm tech-savvy, like dat!

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The Evolution of a Worry Wart

I don't know what happened, really. I wasn't always such a worry wart. In fact, folks who knew me back in the day (you know, when social media was just a twinkle in Compaq's iframe and we actually face-timed each other, for real) would probably agree -- I was pretty loosey-goosey about stuff.

Siiiiiigh. That's right. Loosey-goosey. Look it up, youngsters. Aaaanyway, where was I?!? Loosey-goosey. Face-time. Social media. Back in the day. Oh yeah, I remember now -- soooooo, then I started having kids and...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!...another worry wart is born. 

Yep, raising kids has consistently proven to be quite worrisome -- teenagers, on the other hand, have issues...ISSUES!!!...like in major energy-sucking, hair-raising, skin-crawley, makes your brain itch-type of issues...and social media isn't helping any.

As a parent of 4 teens...fine, so the oldest is in her 20's, I'm in denial, a'ight?!?...I still don't have the "right" answers, but I can tell you that it's been a long, slow and drawn-out process...worry wartdom, is...here, let me show you:

Liz Fall 2014
And if butterflies are free to fly...then fly away...far away...bye-bye...la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaaah...

Oh sure, I totally remember the baby daze...when I was all like...ohhhhhh....mah baybeeeez...they are soooo cute...and cuddley...GAH!!!...wook at doze baybeeee toes...nom, nom, nom...[sniff-sniff]...and doz brand new baybee smellz...DUH BEST!!!

Liz a little green
I got a news flash for you, Kermit...it's not easy being a parent...either.

Ohhhhh...ummmmm...okay...wow!...what IS that smell...GAH!!!...this sh*t just got REAL, you guys...and WHOA!!!...can you say "snot factory"?!?...ohhhhh...WOW!!!....who knew stuff could come out of ALL the things...THAT FAST...and at that same time, too?!?...IS THAT EVEN NORMAL?!?...daaaaaang, I don't feel so good...because, PROJECTILE VOMITTING!!!

Liz a lot more green
Does my makeup look okay...oh, and hang on a second while I...HURL!!!

Okay, so which one of yuhs forgot to flush?!?...WOW!!!...and what in the world did YOU eat...IS THAT EVEN NORMAL?!?...wait, what?!?...oh, okay...sooooo, you ate ALL the Play Doh...EVERYBODY IN THE CAR, we're going to the doctor, RIGHT NOW!!!...holy crap on a cracker, what do you mean they ALL have strep throat, too...UGH!!!...ohhhhhh, wait a minute...now I'm really not feeling so great.

Liz a little pinched
Aaaaand, if you pinch your face and facepalm long enough, it'll stay that way, trust me on this one!

Wait...soooo, let me get this straight...you're NOT allowed to wear sneakers and the girls are not allowed to wear anything shiny for the play...so you NEED black dress shoes and the girls NEED long-sleeved, blouses...in warm Etruscan red tones...ONLY!!!...right, okay...soooooo, when IS this play...what do you mean, TUH-DAY?!?

Liz very pinched
This part is brought to you by the letter B: for "biting" your tongue more often than not and did you know that stress can make you all "bloaty" and stuff?!?

Soooooo, what time IS this party, anyway?!?...aaaaand, who's all going?!?...and where IS the party, again?!?...ohhhhh, it's a sleepover...AND hey YOU'RE driving...soooooo, I shouldn't worry...okay, riiiiiiiiiiiight...let me get the door for you...whoopsies...wow, who knew front doors could break AND stay locked, so easy...oh, soooo I see you've used the window before...RIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!

Liz is worried
Aaaaaand then your kids turn teen: welcome to full metal worry, complete with no sleep and a complimentary set of horns, my friend.

So, you want to go to this concert...aaaaand the concert is 3 states away...but your friend just got his permit and he's going to drive yuhs there...if I let you borrow the car...okay, sooooo....no...um, no...that would ALSO be a no...and, wait, let me think about it a little...ummmmm...OH HELL NO!!!!...yeah, I know you do...BUT I LOVE YOU, BABY!

Liz like me new hat
P.S. It doesn't stop when they become adults, either.

Long story short: I didn't always look like this, my teenagers MADE me this way! Aaaaand, for those of you with younger children, feel free to consider this to be a cautionary tale:

Don't worry so much about the teenage years, you WILL survive. Maybe not in one piece. And definitely less easy-breezy about stuff. But, you ARE also in very good company!

Okay, now somebody remind me...m'kay?!?

[sound of crickets, chirping]

You like my new hat? You can't EVEN see the wart, RIGHT?!?

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