Bar Harbor 2013

Camping and Tenting at Hadley Campground

Walking, Splashing, Digging, and Jumping at Sand Beach, Acadia National Park

Driving and Snuggling with a special puppy

Exploring with Papa and On my Own

Tickling 

Fussing and Screaming "Not Monkey Mommy, Monkey Papa!"

Picking up treasures while Beach Combing

Riding like a Monkey

Watching the Sun Set

We had a great time in Bar Harbor 

Turkeys and Apples

A local farmer allowed us to pick up some dropped apples from under his trees. The turkeys thought they had died and gone to heave.

Somedays

Stomper and I have our bad days. Days where all I say is No: "Don't touch that. Put the kitty down before you hurt her. Please don't step on me. Lay still so I can change you." On and on and on and on and on. We sit and play with his trains or trucks or crayons and it's: "Don't put that in your mouth. You will break that if you step on it. That is not a ball, do not throw it." I am living in the book "No David!" and we both tire of it. 

Some days stretch on forever and it's all I can do to keep my cool until his bedtime.

Supper time is a nightmare. He's tired, I'm tired and hungry, and the men stressed from long days at work. It's not a good time some evenings. Somedays when I go to bed I fight back the tears, doubt, and guilt. I tell my husband that all I ever say to Stomper is "No." I tell him I feel like a horrible mother. I tell him I feel like a monster. He assures me time and time again that I'm a good mother. Some days I believe him.

In bed I rewind the day and review each "No." I question myself. Was there a better way to say that, to do that, to help him? Am I not involved enough, too much, do I keep him too busy? Is his temperament my fault, am I ruining him?

On one of our rough days in the last few weeks Jason came home and could tell I was at the end of my rope. He suggested a walk outside. Stomper screamed non-sense at us. We forced the little guy outside. He fought getting shoes on. He screamed. He cried when we took him outside. He screamed some more. I gave him an apple, he told me it was yucky. Then he ate it.

We went for a walk he screamed at us around bites of apple.

Then slowly the apple disappeared into his belly. He hit stuff with a stick as Papa worked on clearing a path through the brambles. For a moment the sun came out and it felt like we were going to be all right.

Those nights when he passes out from exhaustion from fighting with me all day I try to remind myself that this is just a small moment in a long life. I tell myself while I review my day and consider what I could have done better, that I am doing my best.

And in the morning I work at remembering to use the tools I have learned: 

• Love is patient (take a breath before redirecting unwanted behavior), 
• Love is kind (no yelling, no name calling, let the "discipline fit the crime"), 
• It does not want what belongs to others (when we are having a bad day don't compare him in my thoughts to other children, he is his own person, he learns differently, behaves differently, plays differently, and that is all right),
• It does not brag, It is not proud (sometimes even Mommy needs to say "I was wrong."),
• It is not rude (I watch my words and actions and behave appropriately, even when redirecting or disciplining him, when I am often at my weakest), 
• It does not look out for its own interests (his needs are more important than mine, I need to look at things from his point-of-view more often),
• It does not easily become angry (get more sleep and this will be easier, spend more time with God and this will be easier, be less "busy" and this will be easier) 
• It does not keep track of other people’s wrongs (his memory is short, mine should be shorter),
• Love is not happy with evil. But it is full of joy when the truth is spoken (praise him when he does something right!)
• It always protects (if he is not exposed to certain behaviors he will be less likely to act them out, if I am not exposed to certain attitudes I will be less likely to act them out),
• It always trusts. It always hopes. 
• It never gives up (God hasn't given up on me, I won't give up on me either),
• Love never fails. 

I Corinthians 13

My Mom tells me time and time again that my brother was the same way at Stompers age. I don't remember Ben being spanked every day, but Mom says that some days she felt like all she did was spank him. I cling to the knowledge that this season will pass.

And I remember his smile, his hugs and kisses, how he loves me to sing to him every night, snuggling in bed and watching Elmo far too early in the morning, reading and rereading his favorite books, the sound of his voice when he is playing with his trains, his laughter when I tickle him, the funny way he jumps, his boundless energy:

Oh how I love this little boy that God sent us!

Someday I will look back on this rough time and know that the hard work was worth it. I will look back and wonder how I could have ever thought I was a bad mother.

Labor Day

Betcha can't guess what it did over Labor Day week-end .. Rained. It seems like this year we were destined to begin and end our summer with rain.

Thankfully we are a hearty bunch and we didn't let something like rain stop us from having fun.

On Saturday the boys and I went upta camp to do a little 4-wheeling and play some card games. The men went out on the wheelers when there appeared to be a break in the clouds (they still got soaked). Stomper played with Aunty and Grammie Kay with umbrellas in the rain.Then he got a little braver and drove his trucks out in the rain.

When Jason came back from his trip we (Jason, Stomper, and I) went on a short ride on the 4-Wheeler down the road. After we had gone a little ways we turned around and there was this little ball of fluff coming towards us a full speed. It was Vinnie!

After a good laugh we picked him up and gave him a ride too, he had earned it. I felt a little foolish sitting ont he back of the wheeler a little boy in front of me and a ball of fluff in my arms.

Monday we had planned to go to the state park, all nine of us "Hambergs". We reasoned that we could hang out in the pavillion and if the rain let up a bit the kids could go swim and play in the sand. However, the tropical downpours kept us at home. We had a contingency plan. Grandfather and Grandma made airplanes with Stomper and Elle. When the rain let up for a little bit we let the kids run around outside in the rain. They "flew" their airplanes down the slide and enjoyed getting wet. We even tried to take out the slip n' slide, but it didn't work too well in the rain.

We all played Ticket to Ride later in the afternoon. We made up a way to play with teams so that more than six people can play. It was chaos, but it was fun!

How did your Labor Day go?