Good Friends, Good Times, Good People

It has been crazy here at Chez Finley.  Two kids–both with colds, a husband–also with a cold, school–with homework, etc., and the list goes on and on. 

I am starting to stress a little as my wonderful hubby is leaving on Sunday for a week long business trip and sadly, he isn’t taking any of the children, leaving me at home with two small terrors to fend for myself for a whole 6 days.  I am not looking forward to it.  I am forever in awe of all of those single-parents out there.  Hubby is presenting at a big IT conference in Vegas and I am so proud of him but so sad to be without him fo a week. 

Because of the impending business trip, I was able to sneak in a Mom’s Night Out last night with some awesome women in my mom’s group.  We were treated to a coffee tasting at Starbucks–one of the mom’s won a coffee tasting for six and it was so nice.  It was very much like a wine tasting…we sniffed, slurped, held it on our tongues (for weight–similar to the legs on a glass of wine).  We paired with sweet treats and nuts from Starbucks’ offerings and went home with a 1/2lb of our choice of coffee.  It was so nice and I was amazed at the significant differences in coffees and with the coffee after eating a particular product.  Amazing.  If you have a chance to do a coffee tasting somewhere, I say DO IT. 

Now on a slightly more serious note.  How many of you know what it is like to be an outcast in society?  To be real but not seen and certainly not valued? To be an unimportant, invisible and completely devalued?  Unless you have been homeless, you can’t really know.  I certainly don’t know what it’s like to feel these things on a societal level.  I think that is what is awesome about the Homless World Cup.  It is a soccer world cup for the homeless.  Many cities have their own homeless street soccer team.  I know my city does–I only found this out yesterday.  They compete against each other in a national tournament and players are then selected from those teams to represent the US in the World Cup.  This year it is in Melbourne, Australia.  The teams fundraise to pay for the trips and there is even a governing body of the Homeless Soccer Leagues/Team.  They are sponsored by NIKE and UEFA (the governing body of Europe’s Football).  It’s pretty awesome.

For any of you who have ever been part of a team, you know how amazing it is and how it makes you feel like part of something.  There success stories and failures that happen, but this gives them something to belong to.  A way to feel valued and a way to slowly become part of society again.  Check it out in your town and see if you can’t help out–or at least catch a game.  I know that our Homeless team her was started by a man who was a child solider in Liberia and spent a lot of time being homeless after that.  Soccer saved his life and he is looking to do the same for others.  Amazing.

He’s A Big Boy Now

I just returned home from dropping Noah at his first day of Mom’s Day Out.  He’ll go on Monday’s and Thursday’s from 9am-1pm.  I know.  That’s what I am thinking…4 whole hours with only a baby who will sleep for at least an hour or so of that.  I know…even better.  Noah will nap for at least 3 hours when he gets home because he’ll be so tired from playing all morning. 

He is awesome.  He didn’t blink twice about me leaving.  He’s all like “Bye mom”  could you go already? 

I already feel more relaxed and a little less on edge.  Thank you Mom’s day out.

There Is No Relaxing When You Have Two Kids

You must constantly be on your game and watching.  I love having two kids and those who know me well know that I want more, but today was our first activity outing with two kids and it really is different watching out for two–even though one isn’t really mobile. 

We had an awesome gathering of our St. Louis Ethiopian Kids Community.  We had a pretty good turnout–about 10 families and it was nice as all of our kids were relatively young.  Noah thinks he is older and enjoyed wrestling with the older boys.  We then went to the pool–one of our amazing families offered up their vacation home and the complex has a pool.  Noah and Zoë had an absolute blast.  Just so you know–Zoë floats. It was pretty cool.  Noah had such a great time jumping into the pool and putting his head under the water.  We moved back and forth between the baby pool and the big pool.  He is fearless and didn’t want to leave. 

We are really lucky to live in a place where we have a network of families with kids from Ethiopia.  It will be invaluable to our children and to us as our kids grow up. 

I’m A Quitter….

So, the past couple of weeks have been pure hell.  Since Noah was coerced into giving up his binky.  He doesn’t ask for it during the day and is pretty happy–but bed and nap times have so completely and totally sucked ass.  It has been pure torture.  Turns out Zoë is a better sleeper than Noah–she sleeps from 7:30-7:30 usually only waking up at 11:30 and between 2:30 adn 3:30. 

Today,  I had had enough of nearly 2 hours of total hysterics while we try and put him down for a nap–often the same thing happens at night time–although he has gotten better.  He is sound asleep with his binky.  We’ll try to get rid of it at sleep times somewhere down the road.  Just not right now.

 Sorry Dr. Dan.  He’ll just get braces like other kids….

Growing Pains

We are all experiencing them at the moment.  Zoë is again not sleeping much at night–we had a great week and this weekend it all blew-up in our faces.  It has been a rough couple of days.  Noah is growing and changing so much–especially his vocabulary and he is much quicker to frustration when we don’t understand–this is a product of me being able to understand more and more of what he says but not all of it.  I will play dumb with the next child and just pretend to not understand them until they go off to college.  That will take care of the two year old frustrations. 

Hubby and I are dealing with our own growing pains as we have gone from a family of three to a family of four.  It’s awesome and I wouldn’t change it for the world.  But I cannot tell a lie–It is painful in so many ways. 

But then there are moments like this

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and all the pains are worth it.