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and I am not saying please this time!
So my mom responsibilities some how include being a GPS of sorts for all types of belongings- shoes- cups- DVDs- you name it I am asked to locate it. This is in addition to the standard list of household crap that I am expected to do- cooking/cleaning/shopping/making sure people make it to school- in clothes that are a) clean b)weather appropriate and c) at least somewhat match- et al.
This one gets to me. It is not MY sippy cup- I do not know where you put it- no I am not getting you another one to lose. Shoes. I hate shoes. Princess must have 15 pairs of shoes. Yesterday she could not find ONE matching pair of shoes. Not a single pair. There is a bin under the bed where ALL shoes belonging to anyone under age 20 are supposed to be put- it is there home- do shoes end up there??? NO! not unless I put them there. Several times a day I ask and remind people to please put their belongings away as I cannot be responsible for everything all of the time. Does it happen?? big fat NO.
I can tell Stinky or Princess where something is and they can not find it- still- even though it is plain sight. If it is not about to leap into their hands it must be invisible. This goes for all sorts of objects. and it bothers me. a lot. is it a big deal? in the long run no- not really- but it is a habit I would really like to break sooner rather than later. Heaven forbid I send people into the world like my husband who would WAKE me up at 5 am to find HIS keys that he had mislaid- so he could go to work. I will not willingly do that to another person.
In attempt to do that I instituted a new rule that will be applied in degrees relative to the child's age- if it is not mine and you can't find it- not my problem- no shoes? I hope it is not cold out.
Can't find your cup? oh well.
Natural consequences to seem to work best for my children seeing how behavior is relative to things.
No really, I mean it
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
My house has pretty few hard and fast 'rules' the ones we do have are pretty much related to safety issues.
One of them is please do not play ball in the house. Well today- my exercise ball made it downstairs from my room- it is one of those big heavy plastic giant balls- that is apparently irresistible to kids. Outside- I do not mind them playing with it- inside things get carried away fast and someone would liable to get hurt.
So today Stinky, Princess, and Peas were playing with with ball and after several requests to stop they did not choose to listen- soon we had set the ball aside and decided to clean up the toys that were out in the basement and then go out to play with the ball. After the toys were cleaned up I went upstairs to get jackets to go outside and Stinky could no longer resist the giant purple ball in the corner and he began to play with it- shockingly he rolled- with the ball straight down the stairs. He was not hurt- but scared- and surprised. How could he fall down the stairs? I had only warned him seven times that morning- how was he supposed to know of the dangers?!?!?!?!?
It makes me batty that they do not listen and are shocked when they get hurt. It is not like I ask them to stop or have a ton of rules just to constrain them or ruin their fun. When I say something like that it is for a purpose.
so frustrating
One of them is please do not play ball in the house. Well today- my exercise ball made it downstairs from my room- it is one of those big heavy plastic giant balls- that is apparently irresistible to kids. Outside- I do not mind them playing with it- inside things get carried away fast and someone would liable to get hurt.
So today Stinky, Princess, and Peas were playing with with ball and after several requests to stop they did not choose to listen- soon we had set the ball aside and decided to clean up the toys that were out in the basement and then go out to play with the ball. After the toys were cleaned up I went upstairs to get jackets to go outside and Stinky could no longer resist the giant purple ball in the corner and he began to play with it- shockingly he rolled- with the ball straight down the stairs. He was not hurt- but scared- and surprised. How could he fall down the stairs? I had only warned him seven times that morning- how was he supposed to know of the dangers?!?!?!?!?
It makes me batty that they do not listen and are shocked when they get hurt. It is not like I ask them to stop or have a ton of rules just to constrain them or ruin their fun. When I say something like that it is for a purpose.
so frustrating
Teething doesn't hurt???
Monday, September 28, 2009
Really? Sure about that?? I beg to differ. As would, I suspect my 19 month old does as she was up the majority of last night screaming- shrieking even. The only source of this blood curdling shriek fest are her incoming canine teeth. But you know teething doesn't hurt right??? *cough* that is crap *cough*.
I am on day two of pretty much no sleep. Peas can rest only when I am massaging her gums where her teeth are coming. If I stop even momentarily she is awake and begins her blood curdling yelling, with tears. But teething isn't painful is it???
Just think small pointy things poking through your mouth splitting your gums open- occasionally causing them to bleed and swell- that does not sound painful at all- does it??
The simple answer is Motrin or Tylenol right? I agree- but for some reason my kids are vehemently anti medicine. One night I spent $70 on fever reducer different brands flavors etc in a desperate attempt to get one of the children to get ONE dose of medication in them...ONE DOSE. Before ya'll get all 'well you are just not doing it right' on me--- not even experienced ER nurses can get my children to take medicine- that tastes GOOD! Stinky has even figured out how to squeeze the butt pills from his tush forcing someone to stand there and hold it in place until it dissolves.
They refuse even the homeopathic teething tabs...if it looks like a medicine they will NOT take it under any circumstances EVER.
I have at times resorted to putting medicine that is necessary down their noses if they refuse steadfastly to take it. Princess is easier now because I can explain to her that this is necessary and will make her feel better- Peas and Stinky are still a few years away from that understanding. Which means I have a few more years of getting creative with the medicine.
As a six month old boy Stinky had RSV and needed steroids to help him breath and Tylenol. He instead of taking it decided to refuse ANYTHING that we put near his mouth. No nursing, no frozen milk, no pedialyte, no nothing which led to him being dehydrated. At six months he would prefer to NOT eat than take medicine.
I am on day two of pretty much no sleep. Peas can rest only when I am massaging her gums where her teeth are coming. If I stop even momentarily she is awake and begins her blood curdling yelling, with tears. But teething isn't painful is it???
Just think small pointy things poking through your mouth splitting your gums open- occasionally causing them to bleed and swell- that does not sound painful at all- does it??
The simple answer is Motrin or Tylenol right? I agree- but for some reason my kids are vehemently anti medicine. One night I spent $70 on fever reducer different brands flavors etc in a desperate attempt to get one of the children to get ONE dose of medication in them...ONE DOSE. Before ya'll get all 'well you are just not doing it right' on me--- not even experienced ER nurses can get my children to take medicine- that tastes GOOD! Stinky has even figured out how to squeeze the butt pills from his tush forcing someone to stand there and hold it in place until it dissolves.
They refuse even the homeopathic teething tabs...if it looks like a medicine they will NOT take it under any circumstances EVER.
I have at times resorted to putting medicine that is necessary down their noses if they refuse steadfastly to take it. Princess is easier now because I can explain to her that this is necessary and will make her feel better- Peas and Stinky are still a few years away from that understanding. Which means I have a few more years of getting creative with the medicine.
As a six month old boy Stinky had RSV and needed steroids to help him breath and Tylenol. He instead of taking it decided to refuse ANYTHING that we put near his mouth. No nursing, no frozen milk, no pedialyte, no nothing which led to him being dehydrated. At six months he would prefer to NOT eat than take medicine.
Growing up!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Around the house we often refer to Peas as 'Baby Peas' we will have to stop that soon. She is a 'big girl' growing everyday. Learning more than I would like to admit.
Last night she reached another milestone. She slept in her 'big girl bed' - a toddler bed. It is all of six inches off the ground and is the same size as the crib- which she never ever liked. For her first night she did really really well. She got up three times over night but never got out of bed. She just sat there and fussed and waited for me to come to her to snuggle- soon she drifted back off and I left her peacefully snoring.
She was very excited to get her big girl bed she did her happy dance with clapping and foot stomping to show her delight. If you ask her where her big girl bed is she will grab your finger and drag you to her room to show off her new bed.
I can hardly believe this is the same little girl who came home under four pounds. Now she is in a big girl bed. What happened? Where did the time go? Wasn't she just a little baby? She has opinions and voices them! She can communicate. She knows what she wants! This is not fair. We did not discuss her growing up so fast!
Last night she reached another milestone. She slept in her 'big girl bed' - a toddler bed. It is all of six inches off the ground and is the same size as the crib- which she never ever liked. For her first night she did really really well. She got up three times over night but never got out of bed. She just sat there and fussed and waited for me to come to her to snuggle- soon she drifted back off and I left her peacefully snoring.
She was very excited to get her big girl bed she did her happy dance with clapping and foot stomping to show her delight. If you ask her where her big girl bed is she will grab your finger and drag you to her room to show off her new bed.
I can hardly believe this is the same little girl who came home under four pounds. Now she is in a big girl bed. What happened? Where did the time go? Wasn't she just a little baby? She has opinions and voices them! She can communicate. She knows what she wants! This is not fair. We did not discuss her growing up so fast!
kindergarten socialite
Saturday, September 26, 2009
If she could have a rhinestone encrusted pencil case I am sure she would. As it stands Princess's social calender dominates my family calender of commitments- which incidentally I purchased primarily to track her activities.
She is greeted with calls from her friends when we walk up to the playground at school everyday- as if they had not seen each other less than 24 hours prior. She beams and sprints to toss her bag in line then dashes off to join her friends for a riveting game of red light=green light.
She is very kind though. She does let her brother play with her and help him get the hang of the rules and games. Which I love to see- I know this will likely change soon because he will become more of a bother than anything else.
Anyhow. Everyday I get to hear a narrative of one of her new friends and their exploits in kindergarten. Nearly everyday she arrives home with another invitation to a party of play date.
I am pleased she is so social. I am thrilled she is well liked. But I am the intimidated one.
She is greeted with calls from her friends when we walk up to the playground at school everyday- as if they had not seen each other less than 24 hours prior. She beams and sprints to toss her bag in line then dashes off to join her friends for a riveting game of red light=green light.
She is very kind though. She does let her brother play with her and help him get the hang of the rules and games. Which I love to see- I know this will likely change soon because he will become more of a bother than anything else.
Anyhow. Everyday I get to hear a narrative of one of her new friends and their exploits in kindergarten. Nearly everyday she arrives home with another invitation to a party of play date.
I am pleased she is so social. I am thrilled she is well liked. But I am the intimidated one.
OWWWWW!
I broke a tooth. Yes my luck just sucks that much right now. I should go give to charity or something to put some good karma out there or something.
Anyway it hurts. I can't eat, I can't drink (unless it is through a straw and I can get the liquid past the painful area of my mouth). This, while a fantastic diet technique was not on my plan for the week- I get to squeeze in a mini road trip to Peoria for the dentist between kindergarten and field trips and birthday parties while sucking my meals through a straw.
The dentist is one of my least favorite places in the world. Not through any horrific experience or anything I just do not like having my mouth fussed with- all though pain is certainly not my favorite....
So when B's uncle comes home from the conference he is attending- and lets me know when we can make the trek down there- we (the kids and I) will pile into the mini van and head south west. One issue with taking the kids is I HAVE to put on a brave face- no matter how much I would not like to. I cannot appear to be anything less than calm, cool, and collected while someone meddles in my mouth.
Hopefully we will be able to get this done ASAP. Because my mouth hurts and I am crabby.
Anyway it hurts. I can't eat, I can't drink (unless it is through a straw and I can get the liquid past the painful area of my mouth). This, while a fantastic diet technique was not on my plan for the week- I get to squeeze in a mini road trip to Peoria for the dentist between kindergarten and field trips and birthday parties while sucking my meals through a straw.
The dentist is one of my least favorite places in the world. Not through any horrific experience or anything I just do not like having my mouth fussed with- all though pain is certainly not my favorite....
So when B's uncle comes home from the conference he is attending- and lets me know when we can make the trek down there- we (the kids and I) will pile into the mini van and head south west. One issue with taking the kids is I HAVE to put on a brave face- no matter how much I would not like to. I cannot appear to be anything less than calm, cool, and collected while someone meddles in my mouth.
Hopefully we will be able to get this done ASAP. Because my mouth hurts and I am crabby.
I live in a spelling bee
Friday, September 25, 2009
What is even worse is I am a terrible speller. Princess is writing now- full words and sentences, occasionally paragraphs. She can sound out a lot words and do pretty well- short words she does really well on- but occasionally- more than occasionally she asks/demands/requests me to spell a word for her. Most of the time I do pretty well. But I am terrified that I am going to pull a Dan Quail and add an extra 'e' or something somewhere.
Out of habit I'll say the word- then spell the word- then say it again. Add a pleated, plaid, wool, skirt and some knee socks and it would be all over.
When does this end? I am assuming that I am going to end up having to spell 'chrysanthemum' or something without spell check- somethings I am just not ready for
Out of habit I'll say the word- then spell the word- then say it again. Add a pleated, plaid, wool, skirt and some knee socks and it would be all over.
When does this end? I am assuming that I am going to end up having to spell 'chrysanthemum' or something without spell check- somethings I am just not ready for
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