How Come

I hear, “Mama how come…?” well, let’s just say hundreds of times a day. I have a few how comes I could like to ask though.

Let’s start with How Come I’m the one sorting these?


You see where I’ll be all weekend. The real How Come post is coming Monday. If you’re wondering How Come Monday, did I mention I’m organizing Legos? Sigh. Watch where you step! These boogers hurt!

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Sit Down and Think About It

I think writing a post about being like a child must be like praying for patience. You pray for patience, you’re tested until you can prove your patience… 

Things were going swimmingly this morning. We were better than on time. We were EARLY! The calendar is clean. I know what’s happening for the rest of the day. Then I heard something from someone that made my blood boil to the point that I wanted to lash out, at least call them on it. Grandma says, “But Brandi, you just can’t fix stupid.” My response, “no, but I really want to punch it in the face.” Sigh. So much for being like a child. (Audible sigh.)

My friend Christine told me once that maybe I need a private diary instead of a blog. She may have been right but getting things off my chest in such a public way is gratifying. Still, I really have no right to insert my frustration into this particular situation. I thought I’d do a little internet research. That always helps. Right?

I got the answer right off the bat. “Sit down and think about it.”

I might need to sit the puppy at a computer and say “Sit down and blog about it but you get the idea.” I’m feeling better already.

Apparently it’s a common theme.

This one hits a little close to home…

This just made me laugh. Maybe there’s something wrong with me?

Because yes… I’m mean it’s not good to hold onto it right?


This could almost make me forget I’m mad. I don’t think I’m this angry.

Okay. So I’m back to the original theory. Sit and think about it… I just changed it to sit and click through memes for 10 minutes. Careful though. There are lots of naughty things on the internet. I really do feel better already.

What do you do when you get mad? ( I also realize prayer is an option. I just needed to calm down first…)

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Like Little Children

Jesus says we should be like the little children. In fact I think it’s Matthew 18:3 that says, “he said, ‘truly I tell you that unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

I am not childlike. Today unless you count the whining, I was no where near childlike.

I currently have this lovely rash.


Bria is going through a phase. I think she’s been going through it for the past 7 years, give or take. I’ve been calling it a phase. She doesn’t sleep. It doesn’t bother her. She doesn’t seem phased a bit by it. The problem is that if she is awake, I’m also supposed to be awake. Last night was a horrific example. She literally woke me up every 45 minutes. She is worse than most newborns. I should also note that this is a blessing for Ray. It’s God’s way of making sure I don’t ask for more children. It’s currently working.

I woke up barely functioning trying not to be grumpy with my extra chipper children. Trying is the operative word. Just before we needed to go to school my stomach decided that all contents needed to vacate. I ran for Arleigh’s bathroom where there was no toilet paper. Too much information? I’m on a roll! (Pun not intended.)
We’re so going to be late! Everyone is stressed.

We weren’t late…barely. As I pulled into Bria and Jack’s school, I get a text from Hanan. She REALLY needs a green folder. That means a trip back to school.

The tummy troubles didn’t stop. I didn’t go to Bootcamp. Bootcamp is my stress relief. This is my signal that things won’t go well.

Good news! The tummy stopped revolting for me to make it to the school with the green folder and to my dental appointment to rework a cracked filling.

My dentist didn’t have a bite guard. I had to hold my mouth open. It took longer than they thought. You know it’s bad when the dentist says, “We had to go deep. You’re bleeding. I’m going to suggest salt water washes and Tylenol or ibuprofen.” Good times.

Early dismissal at school. Jack didn’t understand his homework. I’m so exhausted. You just keep trudging forward. At some point around this time as the anesthetic is wearing out I realize I’ve bitten my lip. It’s also slightly swollen and bloody. More good times! I am not feeling very childlike only because I’m refraining from throwing a giant fit.

Bedtime is approaching. I’m in that final stretch. Bria and Jack have a bath, get their teeth brushed and Bria’s hair is brushed and braided. We read a story. I ask them to say their prayers.

Bria prays. It’s just like usual, “thank you for my friends. Thank you for my family. Please help Grandma’s arm. Help for the homeless…” It goes on a bit.

Jack starts his prayer, “Thank you for my friends. Thank you for my family.” It goes on. Then he says, “I need help with my Legos. The Toy Story Legos are broken. Pieces are missing. We need to fix it. Can you help me fix it?” He tells a LOOOONG story about his broken Legos. I start to wonder if he even knows what he’s talking about. I’m worrying about how late it’s getting. He finally wraps it up. I’m not childlike.

As I’m tucking my Littles in bed Bria says, “Mama, I love hearing Jack’s prayers. He doesn’t just ask for blessings. He really talks to God!”

I am not childlike. Oh my word I’m not. I was ready to run downstairs and grab a remote or my iPad. I am not childlike at all. Tomorrow I’m really going to try again.

I listed all my very puny problems of the day like they were some sort of excuse for not being childlike. Um no. Jack struggles every day to communicate, to do little things we all take for granted. He gets aggravated just like we all would. Sometimes he gets mad. He still has it in him at the end of the day to say thanks to God like he really means it and to ask about the things he cares most about. Bless his heart. I’m not quite sure where we would be without his example, or Bria’s or Hanan’s or Arleigh’s…

Oh to be childlike!

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A Little Piece of Paradise

I already explained our long weekend. It was definitely a need to find your aloha moment. 



It’s January. We left on a Sunday afternoon and in 25 minutes we were on the beach. Sigh. This isn’t lost on me. I almost wrote that it was easy to forget the move. It’s easy to forget the list of things we need to do to prepare for the move but I’m always aware that we need to soak up this beautiful island while we still can. 

The kids played.


We messed around taking pictures.

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It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. The vog kicked this kid’s butt.


She’s been down for the count the last couple of days. Thankfully she’s headed back to school today. 

One of the best parts of the trip was seeing a Hawaiian monk seal come on shore. The monk seals are endangered. I see them almost every time I’m at White Plains but I’ve never seen one come in. They are fun to watch. It is sort of like watching a giant legless lazy puppy. It never fails to amaze me that people really don’t want to leave them alone. They can be a little aggressive if you bother them. This little guy drew quite a crowd.

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Just a few more pictures of our fun little getaway… (Please note there are fewer pictures of Hanan because she was sick and didn’t want me to take pictures or post them. I don’t want to be yelled at later.)

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My American Sniper

I was completely ready to come back and start talking about beaches and cabins and birthday parties. I opened my news browser before I logged into the blog. Oh my word I’m mad. 

Yes, I’m mad! Is it because our president wants to tax 529 plans? Well, yes that irritates me but surely it will never pass. Why will I be taxed for preparing to send my kids to college? Just repeat with me, “It won’t pass. It won’t pass. Find your aloha. It won’t pass.” No. What I’m really mad about is the controversy about American Sniper. 

In full disclosure, I haven’t seen it yet. I may be seeing it tonight I’m so fired up. Ray has been talking about wanting to do see it since before it’s release. Honestly, I didn’t want to. Tye loved Chris Kyle. Tye loved him almost to the point of worshiping him. So there’s that. There’s something else I don’t talk about very often. My dad was a sniper. I wasn’t sure I could handle watching that movie even though it was 2 different wars. So when I see things like this

I find it offensive. He is comparing a true story about a service member to Nazi propaganda. Excuse me? 

I honestly expect to see things like this…


Both gentlemen have said that their tweets were, well,  taken out of context? Rogen said he was commenting on something reminding him of something else but not comparing the two. Moore said it wasn’t a reference to American sniper. 

So I feel like they just dissed my Dad. My Dad who as an adult I realize had flashbacks all the time. My Dad who had full cans of coke thrown at him when he came home. My Dad who went so others wouldn’t have to. My dad who was in a war basically alone because someone gave him that job. Someone said you’re a good shot, here’s what you have to do and he did it well. I’m mad!

I grew up knowing that I would never ever see a Jane Fonda movie. I never had a real desire to see one of Michael Moore’s. I like Seth Rogen’s movies, most of the time. While he’s no Jane Fonda, it will be a long time before I have the desire to pay for one of his movies again. 

Here are a few of my favorite heroes. None of them are cowards.



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One Long Weekend

I might have bitten off more than I can chew the first part of our long weekend but it’s paying off in spades now. This is my view from our cabin at White Plains…


Don’t hate me.

Our weekend started with a Frozen sleepover. I promised Bria she could have a sleepover with 2 of her friends over Christmas Break. One fever and a couple of reschedules to get all three girls together and Friday was winner winner chicken dinner. In my latest attempt to procure a better nursing home in the future, I made this for breakfast.



All that on a day when Hanan had a basketball game to get to and Bria had a later than usual soccer game. To top it off the new coach wanted us there an hour prior to the game. (We’re used to 15 minutes before.) Add on the bonus of extra traffic and one closed road and Hingis just got crazy. I called in reinforcements. Thank you Noelle!

Bria had her first game with the Dolphins. It was bittersweet because we switched teams. Luckily Bria’s BFF Katey switched with us or I would’ve been in serious trouble. I haven’t downloaded those pictures yet.

Back home we were also getting ready for about 15 kids to arrive for a little post birthday celebration. They started straggling in at 3:30 and didn’t straggle out until after 10. Tired doesn’t cover it but I love these kids!



And eating is about all they do.


It was around this point that I looked up and said to Ray, “Check it out. There are about 16 kids sitting in the floor and only 3 of them are white.” Four of them are mine. You do the math. (Don’t get your knickers in a twist it’s a Hawaii thing and I happen to think it’s fabulous!)

After finally getting to bed we made it to church on time this morning. Shortly after arriving I realized I’ve been a lesson off in the class I teach. I introduced myself to a lady that I thought was a visitor. She proceeded to inform me that she’s been attending since 1967. During worship service I also drug a wailing 7-year old out to discipline her. I guess we’ve all had a little too much partying after the long weekend. At 0 for 3, I gave up.

I guess that makes where I am now a little bit sweeter. Ray booked a cabin months ago. It’s quiet and rather secluded. I keep asking him what a little surf shack would cost right on the water.

It’s hard to beat the sunsets.


The stars shine a little brighter here. I can listen to the waves crash. We ate supper together on the lanai just after the sunset. All is right with the world. The kids are tucked in and Ray is napping while I listen to the waves crash.

I am officially spoiled. I’m pretty sure I’m so far past the point of rotten that there must be an awful stench. I’m okay with it. I’ve found the aloha spirit and I hope it hangs with me forever.

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