Homework Station

Posted On September 14, 2015| 1 Reply

Homework Station The former teacher in me came out like an banshee when Boy Wonder entered kindergarten and was assigned homework. For years I preached to my student’s parents about the importance of having a “spot” for their children to do homework. A place free of clutter, stocked with a few supplies and within earshot of a parent. It was finally my turn to be the parent and to create a Homework Station in my home. Truth be told, I was a bit giddy over the idea. Here’s a look at the Homework Station for Team Mathis: Homework Station Yep, that’s it! Easy. Small. Accessible. Stocked. The basket holds the weekly ‘stuff’ we need….spelling lists, long-term assignments, books they are reading, newsletters, papers that need to be returned to school. Homework Station   The drawer is referred to as the ‘Homework Drawer’. This is where you will find pencils, colored pens, highlighters, post-it notes, stapler, paper clips, scissors, yellow note pad for school notes, etc. LOTS of supplies. Homework Station   Around  the corner I have  clipboards, markers and crayons. I designed our kitchen with homework in mind. Nerd, I know. Homewrok Station   These bookshelves have come in quite handy. Don’t have a bookshelf or a spare drawer in your kitchen? No problem. Purchase a plastic bin and stock it with all of your favorite homework supplies. Keep it in a closet or a kid’s room. It can be brought to the kitchen as needed. Another idea… use one of those over-the-door shoe organizers with pockets and stock that. It can hang in a hall closet. Check out my Pinterest board for more genius ideas: Follow Mama Mathis’s board homework stAtion on Pinterest.

Last year I purchased a quality pencil sharpener and switched to REAL pencils. Ticonderoga, be still my heart. I was at my wits-end with mechanical pencil malfunctions and finding little pieces of lead all over the floor. Not to mention the constant bickering over who got to use the coolest one! Grrr! My kids attack homework shortly after they arrive home. For more on this see this post. I love to have it completed and out of the way as soon as possible. They load up their binders and backpacks and we can forget about school for the rest of the evening. If you have a Homework Station, snap a picture of it and post it in the comments. I love stealing borrowing ideas! Live Creatively, mamaSig

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If You Burp or Fart, Say ‘Excuse Me’

Posted On September 3, 2015| Leave a reply

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Apparently I live with some very gassy people.

Sunshine can burp like a man. On command. I swear she is secretly working on reciting the alphabet via a burp when she retreats to her room. Boy Wonder’s burps aren’t nearly as impressive, but he sure can hold his own in the fart department. My dad gave him the nickname “Toots” many years ago and it still fits. Without throwing Doc completely under the bus, I will just say that his emissions have been declared POISONOUS by several friends. And in all fairness, I must admit that my team is not a fan of me eating copious amount of hummus and tzatziki. You won’t hear my ‘exits’ but they rarely go unnoticed. Boy Wonder never lets me get away with one. He has a weak gag reflex and I guess asking, “Mama did you toot?” very loudly in public diminishes his urge to gag. He’s awesome like that. I try to slip away and toot in private. I never toot in the car. You car-tooters are a whole different breed!

Growing up with two gassy brothers and one very gassy father I developed great ‘escaping the dutch oven’ skills as well. Boy Wonder has yet to successfully attack me and Doc, well he knows better. I remember my mom constantly rolling her eyes and pinching her face in disgust whenever a Dortmund Boy ‘ripped one’. My sweet Auntie J encourages them when we visit, the bigger the better and Doc always has a high five and ‘nice one’ waiting when my little blessings explode. Ugh. As you see I am surrounded by gas.

A couple of years ago, I  made a simple rule:

IF YOU BURP OR FART, SAY “EXCUSE ME”

This rule was met with a bit of “ohmygoshmamaareyouserious”. Yep. I’m serious. As you can probably guess, it was painful. Someone would burp or fart and I would stare at them with big eyes imploring them to use their manners. Didn’t happen. Not one to take defeat easily, I made following the rule a bit more enticing. If When you burp or toot, say ‘excuse me’ right away or PAY UP! The little people in my house are very money-motivated. The charge was set at a quarter per offense. No one likes to give up a quarter.

Quarters were flying out of their piggy banks the first few days. We kept a tally in the kitchen. While I don’t really condone public shaming, seeing your name with about 7 tallies by it seemed to do the trick. And the best was when a guest asked what it was for! As on all teams, negotiations take place. If you were relaxed in bed, toots didn’t count. If you were sick to your stomach burps and toots didn’t count. Don’t ever say I’m not flexible!

I am happy to report that after about a year, while my team is not less-gassy, they are much better mannered. And I chuckle every time one of my team members says “excuse me” following a silent but violent toot…..

Who knew assigning a monetary amount to gas would develop good manners!

Live Creatively,

mamaSig

My Day at the Splatter Park….

Posted On August 26, 2015| Leave a reply

Who says being a SAHM (stay-at-home-mama) isn’t rewarding?

Today my offspring gifted me with a surprise trip to the local Splatter Park! Seriously, I did not see this coming. I was stunned. Such thoughtful children I am raising. My gift was actually a few days in the making….

Saturday afternoon Sunshine caught herself a fever. Not a huge concern for her, because she was granted free access to the digital thermometer. With her fever came the screeching halt to the date-night I had planned with Doc. I even made a reservation! Not flying by the seat of my pants this time. I had a plan. But, I would not be the mama that leaves their delirious, puppy-eyed daughter with a sitter…. To be honest, I asked Sunshine if she would mind. With a cocked head, squinted eyes and a turned up lip, she politely told me she would prefer I stay home. Emoji has nothing on the faces my girl can conjure up.

Not to be one-upped by his sister, Boy Wonder felt a little warm after dinner. Not warm enough to require medication. Sunshine was quite bummed about this. Apparently it wasn’t ‘fair’ that she had to choke down two baby Tylenol and her brother didn’t.

Sunday morning I awoke to Sunshine sharing my pillow. She could have a future as a ninja! Alas, she was still warm. Hot, actually. Boy Wonder was fine. His day proceeded as planned. Playing soccer IN the Columbus Crew stadium WITH Crew players and former Ohio State football players!  I arranged it, sent in the check and hyped it up, but I did not get to go. Doc had to take my ENORMOUS camera and capture the excitement for me. It was a cancer fundraiser for the LampStrong Foundation. Check it out!

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Noah with his WINNING team!

Sunshine and I hung out in bed ALL day. We watched 273 episodes of KC Undercover and about 10 minutes of Beverly Hills Cop 2. I must have been in a stupor from the Disney channel; that’s my story and I’m sticking to it! When the boys got home, little fever girl had a burst of energy and ran around like a crazy woman. She announced at 8pm that she was hungry, so Doc ran to Panera to get her a salad. She gobbled it up and was asleep about 11 minutes after her head hit the pillow.

Back to today (Monday)…..

My alarm woke me this morning and guess what? Ninja-girl was again sharing my pillow. She has skills. I snuck out of bed and went to tend to Boy Wonder. I don’t always follow the rules, but one I am a stickler about is the “Your child must be fever-free for 24 hours before returning to school.” Oh how I wish all parents followed this rule. I curse those who don’t…..it’s probably YOUR child who germed all over my child. Grrrr! Sunshine and I were slated for another day of the Disney channel and lots of quality time.

Boy Wonder raced through his Morning Routine and was rewarded with 20 minutes of free time. He disappeared to the playroom to clash some clans or check on his creepers. Meanwhile, Sunshine snuck down to the couch and scared the snot out of me when I walked by! She didn’t look too good. The digital thermometer declared her fever-free. This time it was her tummy. But she was hungry. She ordered a piece of cinnamon toast and was granted temporary “couch eating privileges” only because she was sick!

Wondering about the Splatter Park? Keep reading…..

It was time for Boy Wonder to head to the bus stop. I only had to call his name once….he wanted to be sure his free time was not snatched away for tomorrow! He’s putting his shoes on, I’m tripping over Jagger and answering Sunshine’s never ending questions when I hear, “Mama, my nose is bleeding.” I did not rush to the mudroom as he has bloody noses pretty regularly when the seasons change. Lucky guy has allergies! He knows what to do and I trusted him to do it. After apologizing to the dog I went to check on him. My very smart son was having a not-so-smart moment. He was standing in the bathroom, yet not over the sink. Blood was dripping out of his nose and SPLATTERING all over the floor. He was carefully arched forward to spare his new Under Armor shirt from getting bloody, but to hell with my floors. I pushed guided him to the sink, grabbed a handful of tissues and pinched his nose. I handed off the pinching to him so I could get some paper towels to clean up the small crime scene on my floor. Boy Wonder decided it was a good time to check to see if the bleeding had stopped……it hadn’t. I returned with the paper towels to see gallons of blood pouring out of his nose and SPLATTERING into the sink, up the wall, on the mirror; everywhere!

It eventually stopped. I cleaned up the bloody mess and kissed my son. He rewarded me with, “You’re the best mama in the world.” I’d clean blood off my walls every day to hear that. By now the bus has come and gone. We made it 8 days without missing it. But today, really?! Why today? Natalie’s upset tummy and lack of clothing has rendered her unable to move. She begs me to let her stay home alone while I drive Noah to school. I waver for a minute, but decide that letting her stay will be easier and faster than dressing her and forcing her into the car. Go ahead and call Children Services, I could use a vacation!

I arm her with a phone and our 18 pound attack dog. I list the rules….don’t answer the door, don’t get off the couch and call me so we can chat. I set the alarm and drove rather quickly to school. She called. We talked the whole way (7 minutes there, 3 minutes in the drop off line and 7 minutes back home). She asked me a dozen “What If” questions and was very proud of herself for staying home alone.

She was hungry again. This time she ordered a piece of peanut butter toast. And a Ginger Ale. I delivered the toast, grabbed the ale and remembered she likes to use a straw with her soda. As I was getting the straw, I stop dead in my tracks because I hear a sound. It was a splashing water type of sound. But where? Oh no, Jagger is peeing on the hardwood, right?! No. Vomit is SPLATTERING out of Sunshine’s mouth all over the floor. I am too far away to save her. “Don’t move!” is all I can think to say. Might as well keep it all in one spot. She doesn’t stop. It just keeps coming and SPLATTERING everywhere. I rush over with the paper towels (they were still on the counter from the bloody nose incident) and proceed to wipe off her mouth. Her ice-blue eyes look at me and she says, “I HATE puke”, me too baby, me too. She’s finally empty. I cover the vomit with paper towels (the last thing I need is for Jagger to get into it!), scoop her up and take her to the shower. She tells me she’s sorry. I tell her she never needs to apologize for throwing up. As soon as those words cross my lips I have a vision of her puking in her friend’s car after a night of Jagerbombs….. that will require an apology, but I decide that is a lesson for a later time. Sunshine showers. I, for the second time in less than an hour clean up hazardous waste.

We spend the day playing Life (she won), cleaning her room (I was sneaky, she thought we were looking through her really cool stuff), watching the Good Luck Charlie movie (I miss that show) and playing War (I know she stacks her deck)….. but look at how cute she is:

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She refused to let me include her face. Diva!

Doc comes home and gets roped into playing Life. I attempt to clean the kitchen and race to the bus to get Noah. Everyone is feeling fine by now. No fevers. No bloody noses. No puking. I made it. It’s a beautiful night so we all head outside after dinner. My team enjoys a game of Wall Ball while I sneak to the front yard and bring a quick death to the weeds that like to torment me. I am determined to win the war! Doc gives me the night off and puts both kids to bed. Sweet man. I use my time wisely and call my bestie who moved away. It’s been like 3 years, but I am still bitter!  I tell her all about my day at the SPLATTER Park. She laughs with me. I feel better. As we are saying good-bye I walk into the mudroom to let Jagger out for his last potty break. Apparently I have a competitive dog on my hands. Not to be outdone by the little people in our house, he has decided to SPLATTER the mudroom floor with his own bile. Three separate places. Seriously. I’m curious because his dinner is still in his bowl. What made him sick? I grab the paper towels for the 3rd time today and start sopping up more vomit. He’s watching me from his bed.

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I can tell he is sorry.

I’m on the last pile when I recall Doc telling me to keep Jagger off of the patio for the day because he sprayed the weeds. Damn weeds. Perhaps the warnings are true…..it can and WILL make your pet sick. Ugh.

I am afraid to put the paper towels away. And by the way, Bounty really is the ‘quicker picker upper’! It is now 11:11pm (no lie). My day at the SPLATTER Park is almost over. I am praying that my family does not make this an annual gift.

Live Creatively,

mamaSig

 

 

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The Sun is Still Shining, but The School Bus Arrived Anyway!

Posted On August 18, 2015| 1 Reply

Summer. Is. Officially. Over.

My future valedictorians have completed 4 full days of school. Happy to report they love their teachers (whew) and we have yet to miss the bus. Small victories are sometimes the sweetest.

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Sunshine is a big 2nd grader. She’s in a double class. 48 kids. 2 teachers. Her education is in the hands of Mr. B and Mrs. W this year and I could not be happier. These two should write a book on how to run a double classroom. She patiently waited all summer with hopes of being in their room. Sunshine is an angel at school. She has everyone fooled. She sits quietly for longer than 5 minutes. She completes her work on time without whining. And she never rolls her eyes and utters ‘whatever’. Split personality disorder? I think so.

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Yes, that is a ‘leather’ skirt. And yes, she is rocking it!

Boy Wonder is top dog this year. FIFTH GRADE. Doesn’t seem real. He sits in the back of the bus. Carries a binder as big as his sister. Was given a locker. With a combination lock! Three teachers will be graced with his presence all year. Mrs. B (not the other half of the aforementioned Mr. B) is his ‘main’ teacher. He’s lucky. She’s awesome. He did have a moment of panic when he found out that homework could take up to an hour each night. Boy Wonder is not homework’s biggest fan. It’s so weird how his body is taken over by sighing, helpless, pouting aliens when it’s time to do homework. Every. Single. Day.

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Checking out his LOCKER at Open House.

I, being the supportive mama that I am, was worried sick about my babies all day. I found that I could not concentrate on my household chores or even sit still long enough to pay the bills. I WebMD’d my symptoms and immediately followed the recommended cure……

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Thank goodness for a comfy couch, high-quality reading material and a loyal pup! I felt much better after about 3 hours.

At 3:45 I rushed out the door. I may or may not have an alarm on my phone as a reminder to go to the bus stop every afternoon. Never claimed to be perfect!

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Without missing a beat, Sunshine raced to me, flung her backpack at my face and grabbed Jagger’s leash. Well hello to you too! Boy Wonder was the last one off the bus….remember that back row seat? Might not be as coveted when you are 23rd in line to exit a humid bus! My son sauntered up to me and handed me his backpack as well. Apparently on weekdays at 3:50pm, my job title shifts to pack mule. He did hug me (he does love me!), but the hug quickly faded into, “Can I play with friends?”. So much for sitting on the porch hearing tales of their first day while sipping the fresh squeezed lemonade I didn’t make. Humpff!

I decide to bank some “Best Mama Ever” points and tell them to GO PLAY.

Later while breaking bread together, I decide it is a good time to re-visit our After School Routine. Have I ever mentioned that routines make me happy? Very happy. I printed a new copy and went over each item in full detail. Here is our routine: after school.pages  It hangs in the mudroom for all to see. They are responsible for unpacking their bags and laying their folders and lunch boxes on the counter. While they are going potty and getting their snack, I clean out the lunch boxes and root through the folders. Snack consumption takes place at the counter. That way I can chat with them while they eat and get them started on any homework. Once homework is completed, they practice music (if currently enrolled) and do any chores they may have ‘forgotten’ from the day before or any that I make up for them to do! After that they change into sports gear if they have a practice or game. THEN they may have free time. It might sound like  a lot, but if the whining is at a minimum and we all stay focused free time is usually in full swing about 45 minutes after they cross the threshold. Praise Jesus if you are parenting a child who can be given free time right after school and then later focus on homework. My blessings are not wired that way. We’ve tried. Lots of times. Always a fail.

Since I had them held captive, I decided to remind them of our Morning Routine as well. For your viewing pleasure: morning.pages  This also hangs in the mudroom. We rise and shine at 7:15. They have an hour to complete the routine. They average about 20-25 minutes of free time each morning. Yes, I could let them sleep in longer and shorten the free time, but I have found that my kids despise being rushed….they get that from me! The ‘bed’ on the routine is really a suggestion to make their bed. I don’t make mine. Unless I know company is coming! So they wake up, get dressed, make their bed if they feel like it, turn off any lights and head down for breakfast. They eat while I pack lunches. Dishes get cleared and they move on to personal hygiene. There is usually a fight over who gets to use the prep sink to brush their teeth, but other than that, it’s usually painless. Once their mop is brushed and teeth are shiny they pack their snack and load their backpack. FREE TIME is anything they want. On nice days this will take place outside. Not so nice days will find Noah on the computer playing Mind Crap, I mean, Minecraft and Natalie in a comfy spot snuggling Jagger.

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Our Routines

And just to tick them off a bit, I pulled out the Night Time Routine too! nightime.pages This little reminder hangs in their rooms. These very visibly placed routines have diminished the broken-record responses that I am tired of uttering!

So, with 4 successful days under our belt, that leaves us about 176 still to tackle. Here’s to taking one day at a time, making sure the wine fridge is stocked and remembering to breathe.

Live Creatively,

mamaSig

 

 

 

Summer (In)Sanity

Posted On July 22, 2015| 3 Replies
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the time of year when parents realize just how grossly underpaid teachers actually are!

 

 

 

 

Keeping it all together for 12 weeks is enough to break even the toughest of tough. Morning chats with the Big Guy upstairs help. I start my summer days praying for patience and the ability to keep my evil thoughts IN my head. My sweet babies do not need to hear that I would rather bale hay than stand in line for the Tahitian Twister water slide for the 20th time. So I smile my happy mama smile and say “yes” to the damn water slide. I pack lunches because I cannot stomach spending $9 on a burnt cheeseburger and yes, I pack bananas and yes, you will eat them! I will not, but you will. Hi, my name is Mandy and I have a fear of bananas (and carrots).

Check out this made-just-for-me notepad that I found in Idaho…..

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I seriously cannot wait to use it! I love sending notes to school on notepads like this one! You can buy your own here. I am so in love with her stuff. The cards crack me up!

Ok, so this week marks the 9th week of summer for my team. We have about 3 weeks left. Which makes me kinda sick to my stomach. The bucket list is slowly (very slowly) getting completed. We are going to have to put things in high gear to get through the list! And to be perfectly honest, while I am sad about summer ending, I am a little giddy about getting my life back come August 12th! My Julie The Cruise Director uniform is wearing thin and I have run out of reasons why I am making them READ and complete a bridging workbook. My latest reason is simply because I don’t want them to be the dumbest kid in their new class. That usually silences the little cherubs for a few minutes. Here’s a look at the workbook I MAKE them complete:

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It’s awesome. The pages are colorful and it cycles trough Reading, Writing, Math, Science, Social Studies and Fitness. There are also flashcards and stickers! The stickers don’t do much for Boy Wonder, but Sunshine is highly motivated by them. You would think that ‘Workbook Time’ would be a time for me to have some alone time. It’s not. I sit between my two budding scholars and respond “You know this” every time they proclaim in their whiniest voice, “I can’t do this one!” Ah, summertime! Bonus: they are on sale now! Buy here. Your kids will thank you 😉

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Here’s Boy Wonder working hard….the deer antlers were sending him the answers! Yes, I made them do pages in Idaho!

I also make them read. I know, worst mom ever. Boy Wonder informed me that there were no books that interested him. Being the mother of superhero can be daunting. I graciously took the burden off of him and chose all of his required books for the summer. He is now enjoying Superfudge by Judy Blume. Sunshine on the other hand had to be reeled-in at the library! I think she wanted to test the 50 book limit rule! She’s a reading machine. I love this about her, but I am beginning to nod off as Mr. Putter’s adventures with his cat, Tabby have lost their pizazz! Another reason teachers are grossly underpaid!

My summer cocktails, tennis with the girls and commiserating with Doc have helped. The constant rain here in Central Ohio has made me lose my cool on more than one occasion, but the sun was out today, YAY! We trekked to the pool, even though, GASP, there might not be any friends there. Since when is your sibling not your friend? Try growing up on 10 acres, no neighbors, no cell phone, three TV channels and two brothers!

After I was subjected to the ‘Sunscreen Dance’ once again….I am sure you have seen me following my kids as they squirm and dance while I am spraying them. Yes, I use  the spray. I know it doesn’t work as well as the lotions, but I pick my battles people! After 2 minutes of telling them to stand still, the sunscreen application was complete. I got settled in my lounge chair and within mere minutes both kids were at my feet staring at me. The water was cold. Wah!

What else have I endured in these past 9 weeks of summertime????

Two lice scares. When my kids hear me say, “grab the comb and come here” they answer with, “do I have the bugs?” Thankfully they have just been scares. God bless the mamas who have dealt with the actual bugs! The silver lining is that all of our bedding, blankets, etc. have been washed and sanitized a couple of times! My washing machine is sure to crap out on me at any moment now.

Speaking of the washing machine. It had to be a man that deemed it appropriate for baseball pants to be WHITE! WTH? I have spent a small fortune on OxiClean but must admit I bask in the “Oohs” and “Ahhs” I hear from Boy Wonder when he notices I got ALL of the stains out! I cannot tell you how many times I have washed that uniform this summer. Add in Sunshine’s softball uniform, her leo’s for gymnastics and the swim team suits….did I mention that my washing machine must hate me?

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I love that he always finds me behind my lens and gives me a little grin.

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One of the gazillion leo’s I have washed this summer….

Let’s talk swim caps. Good Gawd! I will only put them on my children at the pool. In front of others. This way they can not scream out in pain as if I am intentionally pulling all of their hair out. If they continue this swimming gig, I see buzz-cuts in our future.

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Might have been a little low and tight on this particular night! It will make her a better person, I’m sure.

My vocabulary has diminished as well. It seems I can only utter certain phrases each day:

Put your bike away.

Close the door.

Did you feed the dog?

Don’t forget to pack your snack.

What do you mean you left  your snack at home?

Close the door.

Ask your dad.

Get your face out of your phone.

Wet suits and towels belong in the laundry room.

Yes, you have to shower.

Close the door.

But let’s be honest. I will miss it all when they are back in school. My house is loud and crazy from the moment their little eyes open. We laugh. We argue. We dance. We play. The frozen treats are dwindling and we have started shopping for ‘school clothes’. These last three weeks will go too quickly. We have one last trip to enjoy, a 10th birthday to celebrate and a few more nights of staying up too late.

It’s 6pm. Boy Wonder is at baseball tryouts, Sunshine is giggling with some friends, Jagger is snoozing at my feet. I should probably start dinner. Perhaps I will close the door and pick up the wet towels on my way to the kitchen.

Live Creatively,

mamaSig

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Holy Matrimony

Posted On July 14, 2015| 4 Replies

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Ok, so it was 11 years ago, but I still consider myself a bride! Pretty sure I could not fit into my wedding gown, but I am not losing any sleep over it. I married my partner in crime 11 years ago…. 07/09/04. We planned the shindig in 7 months. My mom did most of the grunt work since Fiance’ and I were living in PA, but getting hitched in OH. Yes, we lived in sin before tying the knot. The good Lord has forgiven us so it’s alright for you to as well!

Doc can’t ever do anything the simple way. He made me solve a puzzle to get my ring. Here’s a picture of the puzzle…..

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAGet it? Yeah, I didn’t either. By this time (11/26/03) Doc had known me for like 18 years and he was certain I wouldn’t be able to solve his puzzle. After a few minutes of me racking my brain and him undoubtably sweating bullets he put us both out of our misery and handed me the card & pen. The card said: “Well Ewe Mare Me?” Check one: AMD or AMM.

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Yes, this is a page from our wedding scrapbook….

Wishing Well=Well (Will). Lamb=Ewe (You). Horse=Mare (Marry). Hospital ID=Me (Jeremy). Riddle solved! I checked AMM! The option boxes were a throw-back to when we started seriously dating 5 years prior…..he romantically asked me to ‘go with him’ on a bar napkin:

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When it comes to Doc, I always check yes!

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Here’s a little glimpse of the road leading to our wedding and the big day itself! It’s been a sweet 11 years. Some days it feels like 11 months and others it feels like 11 lifetimes, but I couldn’t imagine being someone else’s Mrs. I love you Doc! Happy Versary!

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My dress guru and friend, Willy.

Bachelorette Trip to VEGAS!

Bachelorette Trip to VEGAS!

When your dad is a photographer you get to play dress-up before your wedding and take LOTS of pictures. It was a fun day! Every bride should do this!

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Me & Sophie….our first child. Sitting on the front porch of the home I grew up in. That cool window in the background now hangs in my house!

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When a bee flies into your veil, it is good to have your Mom close by to save the day!

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Smiling for my Daddy.

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After several hours I have lost my cool….

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Pretty sure my Mom told me to “Act like a lady”……

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I LOVED my veil!

Rehearsal....don't we look thrilled?

Rehearsal….don’t we look thrilled?

Me and my beauties!

Me and my beauties!

Doc and his guys having a deep conversations....about what drinks will be served in the limo!

Doc looks scared to death….his buddies do not look very reassuring either!

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You can dress me up in a fancy gown, but I will always add my own little bit of hillbilly!

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The happy parents…..

My Daddy took these next three pictures from his front row seat!

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Me cracking up & Doc rolling his eyes…..

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Shoving that ring on!

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Sealing the deal!

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We are always laughing….always! Sometimes behind each other’s back, but oh well!

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Jello shots in the bus!

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Love my “trespassing is fine” bridesmaids!

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The whole gang. I love them so much!

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Despite weeks of lessons, I had no idea what I was doing….Doc pushed me around like a doll! Seriously, look at the grip I have on his arm!

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Dancing with my baby bro!

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And dancing with myself!

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All the men singing “Oh Mandy” to me!

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We don’t like cake….so we served chocolate chip cookies instead. And apparently my future was so bright I needed shades!

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He’s so kind………

Can’t believe that was 11 years ago!

As the saying goes: “May they live:

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Live Creatively,

mamaSig

 

 

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Game Changer: Heel Genius

Posted On July 6, 2015| 2 Replies

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Heel Yes!

I will spare y’all the gory details, but let’s just say that I am a bit of a ‘picker’……of the rough skin on my feet! It totally turns Doc on. Not! Because of this lovely habit and my aversion to shoes my heels rebel. Right at the back, you know the part that expands when you take a step?….they crack wide open. Not a tiny crack, a deep crevice. Deep enough to draw blood.

These cracks force me to walk on the balls of my feet, like Barbie. Glamorous, I know. Usually only one heel cracks open at a time, so I only have to Barbie walk on one foot. Picture it. It gives me the appearance of having one leg shorter than the other. Needless to say my teammates all fight over who gets has to walk next to me!

My good friend, TK gave me this:

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Game Changer: Heel Genius

Total GAME CHANGER! At bedtime, I slather a bit on my abused heels, cover with a sexy sock and roll over to kiss Doc’s cringed-up face. Apparently he thinks I should sleep sock-less. And pajama-less, but that is a post for another day…..ah, marriage.

Don’t take my word for it. Follow the link: Soap & Glory’s Heel Genius. I am pretty sure you can buy it at Sephora for about $10, but I am not positive, because mine was Free!

Live Creatively,

mamaSig

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Mathis Style Makeover

Posted On July 2, 2015| Leave a reply

Ok blog friends……it’s time to make a few changes to my blog. Thanks for your encouragement the last 10 months. I have enjoyed writing my blog and love your feedback…..keep it coming. Let the makeover begin!

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My Team: No, I am not trading my team in for a new one. Just going to start using nicknames for them 😉 Noah will be Boy Wonder. He often leaves me wondering what I did to deserve him and he is beyond curious about everything! Natalie will be Sunshine. I greet her each morning with “Hello Sunshine” and well, let’s just say she makes the world a shiny place! Jeremy will be Doc. He’s my Mr and he’s a good mix of Doc Hollywood and Doc Holliday, but he is a REAL doctor too. Crazy that I married someone with special initials after their name! Yay me!

Under My Team you will now find a few new sections:

1) Nat’s Notes: I have been dying to blog about the notes Natalie Sunshine leaves around the house, in the car, on the driveway….everywhere. I promise these blog posts will make you smile.

2) Boy Wonder’s Adventures: Noah’s attack on life!

3) Little Miss Sunshine: The escapades of my baby girl.

4) Life With Doc: A glimpse into the life of Mrs. Dr. Jeremy R. Mathis, D.O.

 

And, announcing…..Mandy’s Morsels: A new menu bar item! It sounds like it should be a frozen treat, dipped in chocolate and served on a stick! Instead it will be a place for me to transcribe my random thoughts on random things. I know you are peeing yourself with excitement over this description. Stay tuned, trust me. Under this section you can find these new and exciting bloggable topics:

—-Lady Gaga Gossip: My team calls me Lady Gaga. I am certain it is because I am such a trendy dresser, always ladylike and can sing like the angels. It can’t be because they view me as odd, can it? Instead of fighting my nickname, I have embraced it. Here is where I will graciously share my most marvelous moments of motherhood. Some will be written through giggles, others through tears. It will be a peek at how I try not to take life too seriously but take my mama role totally seriously.

—-Game Changers: At my sweet age of 42 I am constantly in search of things to simplify/perfect/change my daily life. And why not? If someone has figured out a faster/easier/prettier way to do something then I feel it is my duty to copy that idea and of course share it with all of you.

—-Can’t Make It Up: No way! For real? Are you kidding me? Shut the front door! Here is where I will write about all of the things, people, places, situations that I encounter that are too good not to share!

—-Public Service Announcements: Keeping y’all informed! Topics will be random, of course!

And I thank you for your continued patience as I get my blogs about Flea Market Flips, Party Time and Get Organized out of my head and onto my site! If I had only taken typing in high school; that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!

Whew, I need a nap. I hope you enjoy the changes. As always, don’t get too attached to any of them as I will most likely change them again in 10 months. Hell, who am I kidding?….more like 10 days or 10 hours! Change it good! Oh, and if you aren’t subscribed to my blog via email, please do it; today would be great! It helps me manage my traffic (don’t I sound all techy) and will help grow my blog. Enter your email in that little white box to the right, under where it says “Subscribe to my posts”. THANKS!

Live Creatively,

mamaSig

 

 

Her name is Allison & she WON!

Posted On June 30, 2015| 6 Replies

I believe in God. I talk to Him several times a day. He is my pal. I also question Him.  I shake my head at some of His choices. I have a list of questions to ask Him when he calls me home. I’ve been shaking my head a lot this week. He called my friend Allison home. No doubt she ran into His arms. Her love for Him was extreme. I returned from her funeral a few hours ago. My first Catholic funeral. It was lovely. Very peaceful. The priest was calming and the whole service was soothing. I didn’t know the responses to the prayers and I thought I was going to sneeze from the smoke they wafted around her casket, but I felt really close to God…..from one control freak to another, nicely done Allison. We all know you planned the entire thing. The mass ended with a letter from Allison. I’m pretty sure no one was surprised by this……Allison having the last word.

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At Relay for Life, May 2015

Her letter began with her asking all of us to not say that she lost her battle with cancer, but instead reminding us that she WON. She won at life. She won at love. She won at friendship. She won at work. She won as a sister & daughter. And most importantly she won as a mom.

We met about 16 years ago because of my hubby.  Allison was a friend of his from high school. We all chaperoned a youth skiing trip and I ended up in a seat beside Allison on the bus. Jeremy had great ‘girl’ friends who welcomed me with open arms. About six years ago we were sitting beside one another again. This time it was at Buckeye Gymnastics. My son Noah and her daughter Paiden were in the same class. Every week I got to sit with Allison and talk. We started with catching up on our lives. I had followed her battle with breast cancer through other friends, so we chatted about that as well. Our conversations were often interrupted with, “Mom, watch this!” or, “Mom, did you see that?”.

Out of the blue my dad was diagnosed with stage three colon cancer, moved in with me and began treatment at The James. It really did happen that fast. Allison was ready. She was ready with hugs. She was ready with friendship. My dad came to gymnastics one night. Allison met Chic. Chic met Allison. A fierce friendship began. They talked cancer. They talked treatment. They talked life. They talked God. They talked. Always honestly. They became Facebook friends and exchanged emails. That was six years ago. She was too sick to see my dad when he was in town last month, but they talked via text. I told her several times how much she and her friendship meant to my dad. They had a connection from the start.

I miss her already. I will miss her texts and her thank you cards. I will miss knowing she is gracing this earth. I did not want this day to come and I surely do not want to attend another funeral because of cancer. A cure is out there. It has to be………. let’s find it. For Allison. Donate to Families for a Cure in her memory. Now!

God Bless.

Live Creatively,

mamaSig

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My Daddy & Me in NYC

Posted On June 22, 2015| 3 Replies

Trust me, I know how lucky I am that 1) my Daddy is still alive & healthy and 2) that we have an unbreakable bond. So in the spirit of Father’s Day, here is a recap of our recent trip to NYC. It was perfect, just like him…….

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As I mentioned in an earlier post, My Daddy Is Seventy, I planned a father/daughter trip to celebrate his birthday. We were both pretty giddy about the whole thing. This trip marked my 4th time visiting the Big Apple with my Pops. The first trip was in November of 1987. I was 13 years old, had just started high school and was still very sad over the death of my Grandpa Dortmund that summer. My Dad used money left to him from my Grandpa for the trip. It was just what I needed and we formed some incredible memories. Take a look at a few of the pics from that trip almost 28 years ago……

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Central Park

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Me, probably sitting in someone’s day-old piss!

Funny thing….now my kids point out cool doorways to me, because they know I am going to snap a picture of it! NYC was a lot dirtier in the late 80’s!

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Posing for my Daddy.

I love so many things about this picture. First, my hair. I would like to apologize to my Dad, because I am sure he waited at least an hour for me to get it ‘just right’ on this day. Also, look at the posters bills posted all over the walls. I loved these! Now instead of the cool bills all the walls just say, “Post No Bills”…..I had to explain ‘who’ Bill was to my kids in April.

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Subway….

Remember when the trains were painted? Not anymore. I loved the graffiti and recall taking many pictures of it on this trip. NYC has cleaned up the trains. And please notice the yellow safety line…..could it be any thinner?! It is at least 4x as wide now!

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I remember posing for this picture like it was yesterday. My Dad was being creative with the speeding train behind me. He was cool before cool was cool!

I have one HUGE regret from this trip. Not a single picture of the two of us together. My Dad did all of the memory-capturing. I was his model, the city his muse. I have loads of very fun, artsy pictures from this trip. I remember holding his hand on the street, buying subway tokens (yes, real tokens), eating warm pretzels from the street vendors and walking through the cardboard house ‘neighborhoods’ in Central Park. But what I don’t have is a photo of the two of us. We changed that on our most recent trip!

We waited about 5 years before we stormed the city again. This time I took the camera and snapped a few pictures of my Dad enjoying the city.

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I laugh looking at this picture now. The MAP! The HUGE map. Too funny. And look at the pile of extra maps and guide books on the bed. And I know for sure we used that big yellow book on the radiator a time or two! Time capsule! This was January, 1992. I was in college. We stayed at The Milford Plaza, just like our first trip. I thought it was the grandest hotel ever. It had a doorman and someone in the elevator to push your floor button. Swanky! We looked it up when we were just there….it is now a new hotel, all shiny and steel. Not cool.

IMG_20150601_0003My Dad had taken me to the Hard Rock Cafe on our first trip. We returned because it was still one of the only locations at the time and beyond hip. I took this pic because it was the first time I had ever seen my Dad drink a beer. Momentous.

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Battery Park

Enjoying Battery Park. We saw the Statue (again) and rested on this bench as we had 5 years earlier. I love Battery Park because it reminds me of time spent with my Daddy. Sadly we skipped it last month because it is under construction and full of orange fencing…..improvements. I would pay top dollar for one of the benches I am sure they pitched in a dumpster. Humpff!

NYCHehe! This is an OLD picture…..the bull’s balls (yes, I said balls) are still black. These days there is a line, a LINE, to get your picture with the bull’s backside and his balls are now shiny brass. Seriously, how many dirty hands have violated this bull?! And check out Chic’s camera bag….he lugged that thing all through the city. Had to have somewhere to keep his zoom lens and rolls of film!

Flash forward almost 2 years to our third trip to the city…..here I am being lady-like and getting my picture with the bull’s head! My mom and brothers joined us on this trip. It was an adventure for sure. It was right before Christmas and we had a blast. Not a single picture of all 5 of us though….who would trust a stranger in NYC to hold your camera? Not Chic Dortmund.

IMG_20150601_0006We must have used the same salon….our hair color matches!

MAY 2015….Here we go!

I came prepared this time. Selfie. Stick. We tested it in the airport. It took us a few tries, but here is our first official selfie:

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We arrived early to Affinia 50 NYC. Our room was not ready. While I was busy being grumpy, my Dad was chatting with the check-in lady. After about 5 minutes, guess what? Our room was ready. Hmmmm. My Dad can charm anyone. We dropped our bags, grabbed our map and began our adventure. We walked to Grand Central Terminal, up through Times Square, all through Central Park and pigged out on pasta at Carmine’s in the Upper West Side. Our shoes were smoking! My clever Dad thought we should highlight our route on the map. Again he charmed the front desk lady and we were given a highlighter, “No need to return it, we have plenty.”!

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Day One

A few pics from our first day:

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Selfie in Times Square

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My Dad became an Art Lover on this trip!

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Being silly in Central Park.

NYCThe park sillies continued. Land’s End was doing a photo shoot on these same steps. Check your Fall catalogues for a glimpse of my Dad in the background!

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A little pasta for dinner, finally!

Day number two we started at the 9/11 Memorial. I remember visiting the Twin Towers every time I came to the city. I had my first Ben & Jerry’s ice cream cone under the towers in the entire city that existed there. My Dad recalls seeing the second tower being built. It was a somber segment of our trip, but so important. We had lunch on Wall Street and then strolled over to the Seaport Historic District. I have great memories of visiting the Fulton Fish Market with my Dad. I loved all the fish and fisherman who were scurrying around the docks. I am sad it is closed down. From there we headed up town to Chinatown & Little Italy. I wandered over a few blocks so we could end up in SoHo and I could do a little shopping! Back to the hotel to drop off my bags, a quick refresh then off again to the Lower East Side. We toured the Tenement Museum and loved it. Check it out when you visit the city. We did the evening photographers tour so we could take pictures (naturally!). Cold beverages were consumed at Bonnie Vee and then we walked Bowery Street north until our legs were cramping!

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Day Two

Photos from day two:

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A Grandpa Style Selfie….with a mirror! Notice who carried the camera bag this time!

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Moved to Brooklyn…..

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The Fulton Fish Market, all gated up. The fish stalls, scales and counters are still in there…..

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All clean and pretty now.

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No standing anytime? OK, we will sit!

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This next picture has a story:

NYCMy family is always on the hunt for LUCKY pennies. We have a big jar full of them. My Dad spotted all of these lucky ones on the street. I grabbed them and was so excited to show the kids. We ended up circling back around this same corner about an hour later and who did we see? The ‘owner’ of these coins. Oops! My Dad called my kids and told them I robbed a homeless man!

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Under the Brooklyn Bridge

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Catching the speeding subway. No graffiti and check out the wide yellow safety line!

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Selfie with cold drinks!

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Love the city at night!

Our third day started with a subway ride to the Meatpacking District for brunch. A quick stop in the Sugar Factory for some over-priced candy and then a stroll along The High Line to work off our breakfast. Funny how we ended up in Hell’s Kitchen in the middle of a FLEA MARKET. I love to ‘flea’ with my Pops. He started me young. We spent a good hour browsing all of the goodies and swapping stories with the locals. Past the Port Authority Bus Terminal, through the Theater District and Times Square (I think my Dad was looking for the ladies who love America….). We paused for a bit to people watch in Rockefeller Center before cruising 5th Avenue while avoiding eye contact with all the pedi-cab and carriage ride businessmen! They are exhausting. We bought some giant pretzels and popped a squat on a bench in Central Park. We watched newlyweds get photographed, listened to families chat in various languages, cleaned up spilled Pepsi (I was not the spiller!), gave the stink eye to some asshole teenagers who were taking pics of a homeless man enjoying a snooze and giggled at our own inside jokes. And of course documented the moment with a selfie or two. We found our way to FAO and waited our turn for the Big Piano. Such fun! I am still in shock that the store is closing! Nooooo! Damn rent increases! Dinner was at an Irish bar near our hotel and it was amazing. Dad danced the jig for our waitress and left her with a smile. We again waddled back to the hotel with full bellies and sore feet. Our last few hours were spent snuggled together watching TV and talking to my Mom. We highlighted our last day in the city and fell fast asleep.

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Day Three

A glance at our final day:

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Flea market!

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Central Park

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Lego Lady Liberty in FAO

For some A+ entertainment, click on these:  IMG_7653  IMG_7654 , you’re welcome!

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Our map

That map will soon be framed and find a home on my wall. What the highlighted routes don’t show is the miles of hand-holding, countless smiles and many memories that have attached to my heart forever.

Happy Birthday Daddy.

Live Creatively,

mamaSig