As one mom was picking up her son today, she said, "You're such an awesome mom." It was because I took the kids in our back yard and let them look for snail shells and take them home. (Side note: When we first moved into this house, Ellen declared that she was starting a snail collection, and proceeded to collect dozens and dozens of snails and empty shells and keep them in a box on the back patio. I know where all the good places to find snails are in our yard.)
Said mom followed up the awesome comment with "I always tell my kids not to touch the gross, dirty snails." I was surprised, and . . . surprised. This is me, the same mom who took the kids to the park after school for a kindergarten class play date and felt itchy and dirty the whole time we were there. Just looking at all the dust and sand on my kids was giving me a mild panic attack. I just never thought of snail shells as being dirty before.
I learned today that if you bring them inside and step on them or crush them up on the table, they make a big mess. And there is dirt inside. Or maybe that's dried up snail guts.
We read the book Swirl by Swirl: Spirals in Nature by Joyce Sidman, which I found browsing the "To Be Shelved" shelves in the children's section at the library. It's really neat and explained spirals perfectly.
I'm really grateful for the reminder today that even though I often don't feel like my mothering practices are up to scratch, in fact, I do have some awesome moments.
My awesomeness of late does not extend to remembering my camera, so here are a few pictures of the very first day of preschool way back in September.
My kids ask to see this one of Elijah over and over because I said he looks like a bobblehead, and they think that word is ridiculous and hilarious.
I love this picture for so many reasons.
Shortly after acquiring this Lightning McQueen t-shirt, Elijah developed an obsession for all things Mater, coinciding with his ability to actually say Mater intelligibly. It was probably also fueled by our summer car trip movie of choice, Cars 2, which he watched more times than I want to admit here. Thanks to a generous friend, he now owns several books and his very own Mater socks, which he wants to wear everyday.
On an unrelated note, Elijah is a pro at hide and seek. If you count hiding in the same place every time. After he was the last to be found (hiding in his closet) I told him it was his turn to count, and he proceeded to count in a language as yet unknown, and then say something like, "Here I come!" in complete gibberish. It was super cute, and also made me happy to be his mom.