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Monday, January 31, 2011

Suddenly

. . . .it's quiet. 

Ohhhhh my gosh that sounds so good.  Nothing to hear . . .

Holy SHIT what are they up to?? 

Panic. 

What is going on? 

Why is it so quiet? 

Where are they?

Oh.  It is just Nick climbing up the closet shelves.  And Lucas stuffing wheels off of his toy truck between my mattresses.

It's not life and death this time.

Grumpy

I'm tired.
And I'm thinking of quitting this blog. 

And I'm thinking of quitting Facebook.

And I'm really having a bad day.

I'm tired of arguing with Nick about why he shouldn't stick his finger in the pencil sharpener.

I start to cry when I think about how good a foot massage would feel.

AJ is gone all week.

My travel plans to join him may be cancelled due to an overly dramatic weatherman.

I tried to do something nice for the boys (it is hard when Daddy leaves) so I purchased two new toys. 

I then spent 45 minutes with a tantruming child because he picked out a toy (and brought it home) that he ended up not liking as much as his brother's toy.

The red raging fury that comes with not getting what he wants is apocalyptic.

This pile of laundry was 9 loads. 

NINE loads.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Consequences Suck

It is time to release some of the insulation I have tightly wrapped around my kiddos, in particular, Lucas.

I'm tired of fighting with him to get naked for shower time.  Last night I just didn't have the energy and so I told him that he can decide to take his clothes off and shower or he can decide to spend the rest of the evening in his room.  He opted for the room.  5 minutes into his decision he suddenly wanted a shower.  I reminded him that he was asked repeatedly to get in the shower and that he made a decision to not take a shower, and now he was going to live with his decision.  Lucas was not happy, and neither was I (I second guess everything and want to give in to make my little guys happy) but damn it I can't keep struggling with them over every single thing.

Life has consequences and I shouldn't be caving in and cushioning them from the natural consequences of their decisions.  Obviously I will still cushion some of them, because he's four but, it is going to be very hard to retrain myself to let go of the reigns a little and let him have some power. . . and then live with it. 

Another example:  Lucas would not sit still for our bedtime story.  He put his feet on the book, he stood on his head - he was behaving terribly.  I told him repeatedly to sit still or else he would not finish the story with Nick and me.  His behavior continued.  So Nick and I moved to Nick's bed and finished the story.  Lucas cried and cried.  I informed him that his decision to act out resulted in him not finishing the story.  I told him that next time he should make a better decision.  Then I gave him a hug and kiss good night, told him I loved him and then . . .I left him there.  Crying.  And it ripped me up. 

Obviously for someone other than Lucas's Momma this wouldn't be such a difficult move.  For anyone looking from the outside in this may seem like a no-brainer.  But it is MY blue eyed baby that is devastated.  And that is very hard on both of us.

Tonight if Lucas won't get undressed I will stick him in the shower with his clothes on.  And I will give him his options before I do anything - because he needs to make the decision.  Do I stand in the shower with my clothes on (it would kill Lucas to be in there with clothes), or do I want to take my clothes off?  Nick is a different kid.  When he gets to this stage I don't know what we will do.  He would LOVE to be in the shower with clothes on. 

Well.  That's what's going on over here.  I feel like I will break in half if I keep bending and caving in and allowing them to change their minds. . . I just can't keep providing all the options and solutions.  It is exhausting.

Lucas tearfully told me last night that he has so many things and ideas going through his head that he has a hard time knowing what decision to make.  I told him that he is new at the decision thing and he'd get better at it with practice.  And then I gave him a big ol hug and kiss and told him I loved him.   

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Vitamin D Needed








The outdoor temperature was cold and the wind made it very cold.  Of course I chose a park on an exposed slope with no wind protection. . . I'm smart like that.  But we are tougher than the stinkin' wind chill factor and persevered.  Lucas was blinded by the bright - but not warm enough - sun.  We had a picnic and then ran around to warm up.  It was good to get out!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

FIVE new ones

I went BLOG crazzzzzy and put five new posts up in one day.  So keep on scrolling down. . . .

In Between Farts and Burps

These boys are gross.

Nick came over to me, as I sat at the dinning table, and he climbed up on my lap with this odd smile on his face.  I just thought my cuddly wuddly baby boy wanted some Momma time.  Suddenly out of the BLUE my world (and leg) was rocked by an enormous and wet sounding fart that was horribly long and drawn out. 

Y'all.  It was on my leg. 

Nick turns and LAUGHS so hard.  Little bastard did it on purpose. 

It was all I could do not to laugh super hard. . . because Nick was soooo thrilled with his performance that his laughter was contagious. But I maintained and managed a stern face and a warning.

Then.  Then he stiffens up and tries to have an encore.  When he can't muster another one he laughs maniacally all over again.  Ok.  So he totally doesn't take my stern expression seriously.  Crap. Now what?  Is this time-out worthy?

Lucas then comes over and starts burping little burps.  Over and over again.  He tries to blow them in my face.

Y'all.  In my face.

These kids are 2 and 4.  I have not been teaching them this.  Their father has not been teaching them this.  They don't watch any TV shows or movies that would teach them this.  Their friends don't seem to do this. 

It is as if they are genetically wired to take enormous pleasure in bodily functions.

I'm having scary visions of my future: weekly parent teacher conferences and angry phone calls from parents. 

In the mean time I need to work on . . . . a meaner facial expression?

1986

The boys wanted me to blow dry their hair.  We went with an '80's do.

Nick is hard to pin down for a picture.  They were both stylin'.

Paint the Piggies

The boys received white ceramic piggy banks for Christmas from their Grammy and Pop.  With the piggies came acrylic paint pens so the boys could add their own artistic flair to their pigs.  We finally found the time and energy to supervise the painting.


There was quite a bit of white pig left so we may have another paint session at some point.  This was such a great gift though, the boys love that their pigs are exactly as they want them.

Dinner Picnic

When Daddy is gone all week. . . and Mommy is tired of yelling at the kids to stay seated while eating. . . . this is how we roll. 

Before you have kids this is one of those things you swear you won't do.  I was an idiot.  Sometimes you do what ya gotta do to maintain harmony.

Overdue Pics




 This is Nick pushing his belly out, while telling us that he is too full to eat any dinner.  "I'm going to pop open." The kid is impossible to feed.


Saturday, January 22, 2011

Something New

Several weeks ago I heard four of five ladies I know talking about eye makeup.  They were saying how they like to make their eyes smokey.  I was totally confused, as my eye makeup knowledge is limited to occasional mascara.  It was really interesting to me because I had no idea that all these ladies knew so much about makeup and its application.  It should have been obvious, because their eyes look amazing, but I had never paid attention.

So I started to do some research.  I read about all the endless types of eye makeup.  Then once I was confused by enough types I decided to further confuse myself by reading about the application process - and what order the application is to occur.  And blending, and layering, and brushes, and brand names, with color choices and eyeliners with more blending. . . . . holy shit. 

And ladies.  I know most of my readers are just as confused by this stuff as I am, so let me tell you this.  There is primer.  YES PRIMER.  For your eyelids.  Just like a latex paint primer.  You must prime your eyelids before putting eyeshadow on or else your eyeshadow clumps up in the crease of your eye lid. 

I.  KNOW.  RIGHT?  Who knew?

So I decided to break out of my comfort zone and experiment with the girly side of life.  It might be fun. With my head spinning and confused I set out for my local Target store to try to locate and purchase some of these materials.  If they can do it, maybe I can do it too. 

I walked up and down the isles carefully reading each item that looked like it might go onto an eye.  Most of them were really confusing.  They didn't have any directions on any of the items to indicate how or when (in the layering process) to apply.  The assumption is that you already know.  I finally found one brand that had 4 different eye shadows, a primer, and a "highlighter?" plus on the back it told me step by step which order to layer.  PERFECT.  I also bought yellow stuff to hide the dark circles under my eyes - which I don't think I have but I assume I do, since everything I read said that a woman my "age" has them.  I bought green goop to hide blemishes.  I then bought brushes because I gather brushes are needed. . . but I'm not entirely sure why. 

I went home after dedicating an hour and a half shopping, with the bronzers, the lip glop, the eyeliner, foundation, powder, mascara, eyelash curler. . . . my GOD the list is incredible. 

The application process was a bit intimidating.  I was in the bathroom for 47 minutes by AJ's clock.  He came to check on my well being several times.  He also repeatedly heard me nervously knocking all sorts of stuff off the counter as I tried to "blend" correctly.  And how far up do you take the eyeshadow?  The brow bone seems so high up.  And my eyebrows are so "overgrown" according to the research.  I couldn't begin to shape an eyebrow. . .

In the end it was a good experiment.  I don't know if I'm cut out to prime my eyelids though.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

"Learning"

My 4 year old - not yet 4 ½ year old - is more technologically knowledgeable than I am. 

My child knows how to use a Smart Board. 

I thought I'd at least be ahead of him for a couple more years.  However, his preschool has decided to provide all the rugrats with technology in the name of "learning" and other bullshit.  :-)  kidding.

In the process of providing my child with these supposedly valuable experiences the preschool has reduced my meager (and formerly superior) ability to switch from "TV MODE" to "DVD MODE" on our TV useless - because Lucas is now leaps and bounds ahead of me.  His little fingers fly around the remote and presto.  We are downloading a movie from Netflix. 

Mermaids

Lucas announced he knew that Tuna was made out of Mermaids.  The Mermaids are extra tasty with the scales from the tail.  Diced pickles in the tuna sandwich = scales from the tail. 

So now he asks for a Mermaid sandwich. 


I have not posted photos because I have exceeded my photo limit for blogger.  Not sure what to do about this.  So I may have to go and delete a bunch of photos - or I can pay money for more space.  Until I decide what to do, I may just give you a link to click on for photos.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I've Reached My Limit

My children have decided over a period of time - gradually - that what we parents tell them to do (don't destroy couches, don't climb furniture, don't hit ,etc) is optional.  Their ears don't work, they don't listen and I am tired of sounding like a broken record as I beg my deaf children to not tear holes into my belongings. 

And I didn't realize this until it came to the discipline phase of parenting, but consistency is next to impossible.  Every single situation is slightly different and it is easy to fall off course in the consistency department because it sneaks up so gradually.  I'm trying to stay on track, oh man I am really trying, but I'll be honest I haven't been as good about it as I need to be.  I've let too many unacceptable behaviors go because I was too tired, too distracted, too overwhelmed . . .  the excuses are endless.  The point is that these behaviors need to stop.

I'm tired of begging.  I'm tired of throwing my hands up in frustration.  I'm tired of yelling. 

Today Lucas threw me attitude when I told him to not JAM his toys into my couch.  So I picked his little ass up and put him in a bedroom.  Nick threw me attitude when I told him not to throw toys so he was picked up and put into a bedroom. 

They screamed and screamed in fury. 

I went into the room Lucas was in and told him that I did not want him to play with the electric blanket and that he could go select toys to play with and bring into the room.  He gave me a look of more attitude.  So I told him that if he didn't go get some toys he'd sit there without toys.  He sat there.  Fine.  I closed the door and he didn't have toys.  His choice.  He started screaming.  Too bad. 

Nick decided to destroy his favorite book while he was screaming in his room.  So I threw the favorite book away.  He freaked out.  Too bad.  Don't destroy books.  His choice.

I went in to check on Lucas and he had obviously dismantled the electric blanket.  I asked him if he'd played with the blanket.  He looked me in the eye and lied to me.  So he went into another room - without anything at all to play with or mess with.  I told him that his behavior was completely unacceptable and he'd better shape up.  He screamed and cried again.  I closed the door.

Nick is refusing to stay in his bedroom so I am ignoring him right now, as he hangs out the door screaming "Mommy, mommy, mommy!!"  Over and over and over again.  He's been screaming for 30 minutes.  I don't care if he screams for the rest of the day.  He either follows the most basic rules or he's going to have a very difficult childhood. 

I have good kids.  I love them.  But the rest of the world won't tolerate them standing on furniture, crawling on tables, hitting, hurting, destroying belongings, and neither should I.  It would be a disservice to them to allow them to get away with this in my home - only for them to find out that the rest of the world doesn't want to be around them due to their behavior.

So that's it.  I'm a very unpopular Momma today. . . and I'm just going to have to be ok with them screaming in fury because I won't allow them to get away with breaking the rules. 

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Food Donations for the Women of Hollywood

I watched the Golden Globe red carpet shindig on TV.  Some of those ladies need food - fast.  I can't figure out how a couple of them found the strength to totter down the red carpet at all. 

The worst of all is Angelina Jolie.  She needs someone to hold a food drive for her.   She actually had to wear a baggy dress just so that we wouldn't know for sure that she is a walking skeleton.

It was kinda gross.  Alright, correction:  it was very gross. 

No one likes to see starving people on TV, it is just plain upsetting.

And what is equally upsetting is all the spouses/significant others who look semi-normal pretending as if the person who is clinging to their arm isn't about to suffer from starvation induced organ failure.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Batshit Crazy

I just learned this term today while reading about the "batshit crazy" dude involved in the AZ shootings a week ago.  Here is what Urban Dictionary had to say about the term:

"A person who is batshit crazy is certifiably nuts. The phrase has origins in the old fashioned term "bats in the belfry." Old churches had a structure at the top called a belfry, which housed the bells. Bats are extremely sensitive to sound and would never inhabit a belfry of an active church where the bell was rung frequently. Occasionally, when a church was abandoned and many years passed without the bell being rung, bats would eventually come and inhabit the belfry. So, when somebody said that an individual had "bats in the belfry" it meant that there was "nothing going on upstairs" (as in that person's brain). To be BATSHIT CRAZY is to take this even a step further. A person who is batshit crazy is so nuts that not only is their belfry full of bats, but so many bats have been there for so long that the belfry is coated in batshit. Hence, the craziest of crazy people are BATSHIT CRAZY."



If the orgins of this term are true than it is the single greatest thing I've heard in a long time.  No, I know, I don't get out much.  I'm totally going to look for reasons to use this in my everyday life.  I could just randomly start accusing innocent people of being batshit crazy just so that I can say it.  Batshit crazy. 

HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!

The Brothers

The sneaky attack.
 The chase.
The collision. 
The apology.
The game continues.
The hanging spit.
The fake bite.
The giggles.
The cuteness.


Thursday, January 13, 2011

Nick Has Fallen and He Can't Get Up

 Do you see this kid? He's throwin' me some gang signs.  What the hell is that about? 

I need to get Nick one of those old people panic buttons that he can wear around his neck.  What are they called?  Life Alert?  Something like that.  Here's why:  Yesterday we had some friends over and it was a little noisy.  Nick was overwhelmed so I told him he could go hang out in his room for a bit and relax.  He happily went off for some alone time and closed his door to keep everyone out. 

A few minutes later I suddenly decided to check on him.  Call it Momma's intuition maybe.  As I went down the hall I heard him faintly calling me.  I opened his bedroom door and found him partially buried under his dresser, which had fallen onto him. 

Yeah. 

I lifted the dresser, with one hand, and got him out from under it, and immediately stripped him down to check for injuries.  Thankfully he was just terrified, not injured.  He had a bump on his head and that was all. 

All the drawers were on the ground, everything on top of the dresser was on the ground.  My dear friends  picked up the dresser and cleaned up while I held my kiddo and took a big sigh of relief.

Here is the dresser:  By the way, the boys have removed all the knobs and I have no idea where they all are. . . they are slowly disassembling my home, one screw at a time. 
We have bolted most of our furniture to the wall.  All the dressers and certainly all the bookcases are attached to the walls.  This is the one dresser that isn't bolted to the wall because we figured it was too low to the ground to pose much of a risk. 

WRONG. 

Lesson learned.  If there is a way to take a ride in an ambulance, they will find it - and they will do their best to give you a heart attack in the process.  Then, they will throw some gang signs.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

This Is The Part Where I Complain, Again

Yall.

There was a poop-tastrophe that might put to shame all former poop-tastrophes. 

It was incredible. 

It was everywhere. 

It was foul.

Poor Nick went into the playroom for his normal "privacy".  When he came out I could smell that something wasn't quite right so I put him on a towel, just to safe.  I wasn't safe enough. 

He laid down on the towel and I lifted his little legs up as I pulled his pants off.  That's when it all went to hell.  The poop drained (yes, drained) from the diaper and rolled up his back and onto the back of his head. 

I still have to go and sanitize my shower with bleach tonight.

Any volunteers?  Anyone want to come and do it for me?


Lucas was up at 4:30 am and he didn't get back to sleep.  I had to bring him into my bedroom (AJ's gone this week) so that he wouldn't wake Nick up.  Juuusssst as we were both falling asleep Nick comes tearing into the bedroom awake and ready for action. 

On the upside, they are both so freakin' cute lately.  I have become very good at ignoring and tuning out the near constant fighting, which is good.  Today Nick looked right at me and chucked a tennis ball at my head.  He hit me in the forehead, and then spent 3 minutes in timeout screaming about how I'm not "nice".  When he got out of time out he stood in front of me and screamed and ordered me to go pick up his tennis ball "now".  Yeah.  I don't know where he comes up with this stuff.  He is funny, but very challenging.  After the tennis ball fiasco, he decided to come up behind Lucas and throw a blanket over his head and then tackle him.  It was an unpopular game with Lucas, but Nick sure thought it was funny.

Lucas decided to "organize" our pantry.  I was so tired that I didn't bother to supervise, I just left him in there thumping around.  As it turns out I can't find a single thing in there now.  He is so funny though because he was very detailed in explaining to me that he has a system and that I just don't know the system. He put all the beans behind the waterfall and all the tomatoes under the gasoline tank.  His imagination is really fantastic.  I love it when he shares his imaginary world with me.

Parenting Class

A flier was sent home with Lucas about an upcoming parenting class for fathers that is offered through Lucas's preschool. 

I think it is a valuable class and I am impressed that the school is able to provide it free of charge.  They also provide free childcare on site along with free dinner (an evening class) and a free book for each of your children, each night you attend.  It is an 8 week course, one day a week.

The reason I mention all this is that on one flier there are some quotes from fathers who attended last year.  Here they are:

"Since this class, I've been staying in control when they do something wrong."
"They're not as scared - don't have that fear in their eye."
"I wasn't putting forth the effort, and now I'm trying to again."

That fear in their eye?  Upsetting.  YAYYY for the preschool for offering a class that I imagine makes a difference for some kids.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Fruity and Loopy

Can you spot the problem with this basket of fruit?  This is in the center of our dining table.



Here is another angle.
Judging by the teeth marks I have determined that Nick is the culprit. 

In other news, Lucas climbed up the back of a chair, and then went head over and landed on top of his noggin.  He lost consciousness for a brief period and then when he started to come back around he wasn't able to focus or answer questions or keep his eyes open and when his eyes were open they  were rolling all around.  AJ and I waited and held him for about 20 minutes thinking he'd come out of it and then decided that we were going to play it safe and we took him to the Emergency Department. 

When he first got there he was wobbly and not really able to walk well, but that could have been because he fell asleep in the car.  Shortly after Lucas was checked in, he suddenly was acting just fine.  He was alert and behaving normally. 

The doctor told us that he probably had a concussion and that we needed to keep an eye on him for the next few days.  We were told to bring him back if he starts behaving strangely or vomiting.  She said that since he was behaving normally at that moment that she'd rather not expose him to the radiation of a CT scan at his young age - and I was supportive of that. 

I guess. . . after reading all the discharge paperwork, that they consider a concussion a brain injury.  I did not know that. I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me to classify a concussion as a brain injury.  Thankfully I didn't freak out or panic this time, because you may remember that he did this to me once before and I called 911 when I saw his eyes rolling all around.  This time when his eyes were rolling all over the place it wasn't as scary.  But I'm glad we took him in, just to be safe. 

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Carlos

Lately we keep hearing Lucas yell at Nick "NO my name is Lucas, Nick, call me Lucas".

We couldn't figure out why he was saying this to Nick until today when we heard Nick say to Lucas "Carlos, in here, come in here."  And then Lucas yelled back his response again.

AJ said to Nick (after we stopped laughing) "What are you calling Lucas?"

Nick: "Carlos."  followed by evil laughter as he ran off. 



He knows Lucas doesn't want to be called by another name and so Nick has figured out that he can get under Lucas's skin by calling him another name.  It is pretty funny though . . . for now.

New Pants Needed

What's that in your pants, there, Kristin? 

 Do you have a big load in your pants?  It's hard to tell because they are so baggy. 
 Those are some serious Mom jeans.  So, all of your pants are like this? Frumpy, saggy and falling down?
 Oh my.  What happened to your butt?  Does it exist?
 Whoa.  There is a lot of extra material there.  It is bunching up  . . . almost as if you have something extra in there.  Not that you do.  It just looks that way.

Time to get some new pants. 

Friday, January 7, 2011

Bully

I went to our HOA meeting the other night.  I had a few concerns about their budget that I wanted to address with the board and we were voting on a new board.  Most of the people I see in our neighborhood are in their 30's or 40's with a family.  I really don't see too many heads of house outside of this age range.  But at the HOA meeting I was easily the youngest person there, most of the people were retiree age and in their 60's and 70's.  I think that is a product of the timing of these meetings - so many people work all day and can't attend meetings because they are feeding and getting their kids to bed. 

There was one other person I knew in the room of about 100 or so people.  Afterward I asked her if I seemed like a bully and she said no, but my memory remembers it going something like this:

My suggestion to cut the budget significantly by eliminating paper bills in the mail and instead require electronic (far far far less expensive - like $80,000 less expensive) billing was not well received by the predominately geriatric crowd.  They seem to like to get a eco-unfriendly newsletter in the mail and a paper bill in the mail and they also like to pay 42 cents to mail a paper check back in the mail. . . MY GOD it all seems so antiquated. 

The topic of the "social committee" comes up.  The proposed budget allocates them $2500, an increase from the $350 in 2010. 

I stood up and said this:  I appreciate that we have a social committee and feel it is valuable for community building, however if the committee needs money for events they should get the money through fundraising and not from the HOA budget. 

President of the HOA:  (turns to his board members and quietly says something to them)

Me: I don't think I should pay for something that needs to be paid for through fundraising.

President of the HOA: So you are going to get involved?

Me:  No.  I think the $2500 is way too much of an increase, considering you claim you were "forced" to raise our monthly dues. 

At which point I sat down because I had nothing more to add - and hate it when people in public discussions keep saying the same thing over and over and the conversation never moves forward - I didn't want to be one of those. . . but at the same time I wasn't very articulate with my concerns.  That is a chronic problem for me. . . if you haven't already noticed.

Later in the discussion the Chairwoman of the social committee stands up and many people applaud her.  She is apparently a hero for all of her efforts - and really she probably is a fantastic woman.  She selflessly volunteers her time and energy to make our community better - which I am not willing to commit to doing.  So good for her.  Unfortunately her events are only attended by a few families (out of 3100 homes) by her own admission.  She had an ice cream social at 7:30 at night so the adults of the community could get together - but of course most people here are younger families and 7:30 is wayyy too late. So no one came.  Things like that are what we are funding.

She stands up and I see that she is really old and very frail looking and now suddenly I am the asshole who attacked this old sweet woman's efforts (I didn't even know who she was - just that a committee chair asked for and received a $2500 budget).  She gets to the microphone and squints into the audience looking around.  She then says:  "I can't focus with my right eye, so that is why I'm looking around like this.  But to the woman that stood up earlier and said we need to do fundraising. . . ."

Ahhhhh F*#%.  I'm totally F*#%ed.  She can't even see me and I want to take all her funding away. 

All I can do is raise my hand SO SHE CAN FIND ME, and smile sweetly at her . . . because if I looked anything other than sweet and caring I'd be ruthlessly attacked by everyone in the room, I'm sure. 

She was very sweet to me, the asshole who doesn't feel she should get funding for her selfless efforts at community building, and she said "I strongly encourage you to get involved, we can always use people to help on the social committee." 

Whew.  I got off easy.  She could have ripped me a new one, but she is way too classy for that, which I appreciated.

I wanted to get up and say that I have no interest in being involved in this but I do have an interest in my fees being raised for fluffy expenses like poorly attended ice cream socials.  But I wisely stayed seated. 

Anyway.  My friend who was there said that my recollection of things is far worse than it actually was.  I hope she is correct.  I hope I'm not the community jackass who is attacking old, frail women who can't see very well. 

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Things I've Said in 48 hours

  • Guys, put the lid on the toilet tank back on.
  • Guys, who pulled the float out of the toilet tank?
  • Yes now the water won't stop running.  That's why we need the float in there.  Where did you put it? 
  • Boys, leave the toilet plunger alone.  No you can't put it in the kitchen sink.  Put it away.
  • Lucas,  DO NOT pull a chair over with someone sitting in it, you will hurt your brother.
  • Nick what do you think the growling hissing cat was trying to tell you?  Now stop crying and don't mess with the kitty.
  • Nick?  Did you hit that little boy?  Use your words.  Why are you both crying?  Somebody stop crying and tell me what happened. (still don't know what went down)
  • Yes butternut squash are sort of like pumpkins
  • Lucas stop trying to take the computer screen apart, you will break it. 
  • Lucas did you find all the screws to the blender?  Will you please put the blender back together?
  • Nick, string cheese is not dinner.
  • Nick stop spitting.  Nick STOP SPITTING.
  • No you can't have another apple, you only ate the skin off of this one.  Finish this one and then you can have another one. Why are you crying?  This is the best part of the apple.
  • Put the cat down.
  • Why are you walking around with only one arm in your shirt sleeve?  Aren't you cold? Seriously put your other arm in your sleeve.
  • Don't copy your brother.  Both of you use your shirt sleeves. Fine.  Get cold. 
  • HEY!!! Stop smothering your brother.
  • Put my couch back together.  Why are the cushions in the closet?
  • Don't throw ice at each other!
  • Nick why are you scooting across the floor like that?
  • Nick if you poop in your diaper you need to tell me instead of sitting in it and scooting across the floor. 
  • Yes it is warm.  Ok.  I can see how it would feel like a big booger but you still need a clean diaper. (he really said it felt warm like a big booger)
  • DO NOT PUT THE DOG LEASH ON YOUR BROTHER.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Playing Outside


Good Advice Bad Delivery

Some of you may have seen on Facebook that we went to the Pediatric Dentist today.  And it didn't go very well. 

The kids were excellent and got their teeth cleaned and were perfectly behaved.  Nick's teeth indicate that he sucks on his BaBa.  So the hygienist gave me a pretty stern 1/2 hour lecture, as she cleaned, about the BaBa and different methods to get rid of the BaBa.  I took her advice to heart and decided that she was right, we need to get rid of the BaBa because I don't want it to do permanent damage to his mouth.  In my defense he really only sucks on it when he's tired and going to sleep.  But it doesn't matter, it needs to go.  Fine. 

Then the doc comes in and sees that Lucas has cavities.  So she asks me about Lucas breastfeeding and wants to know if I breastfed for very long, did we breast feed while cosleeping, does/did he sleep with a bottle, sippy cup, blah blah blah.  FYI he stopped breast feeding at 8 months, no he didn't cosleep past 4 months of age, never could get him to take a bottle, yes he does/did have sippy cups but mostly with water - rarely with anything else, yes he sleeps with a water bottle at night. 

Long story short, she didn't believe that he only sleeps with water, and didn't believe that he didn't go to bed with a bottle.  It is one thing to tell someone a white lie and them not believe you.  But it is a whole other deal when you have been completely honest and you are not believed.  I was convicted of sending my child to bed with milk/soda/black tar heroine in a bottle (that he never learned to drink out of) because he had a cavity behind his front tooth.  I don't know how it got there.  We brush daily.  We floss (I was told flossing was a complete waste of my time, and my time would be better spent folding laundry). 

Exact words: Folding laundry. 

Anyway.  The lecture continued and continued and at one point I remember noticing that I had gone from an open and receiving body posture with appropriate smile, to a frown, arms and legs crossed back literally pressed against the wall with a lump in my throat as I swallowed back tears. 

The lecture on Nick's Baba included her showing me in Lucas's mouth how I had narrowly avoided pre-adult teeth orthodontic work by removing his Baba in the nic of time. See these top canine teeth?  They nearly sucked in behind the bottom canine teeth.  Classic Baba use.  You were lucky. Nick's mouth is at risk.  And then I listened to another looonng lecture on how we need to get the baba away today, we can blame it on her, and that  "It will take three days to get him to forget about the binky, but soon you will hear what he has to say, and you might like to know what he's thinking rather than him sucking his thoughts away."

So basically she thinks that I give him the baba to shut him up.  To keep Nick quiet because Mommy needs to do her hair and doesn't like noise.  I apparently don't care to hear what my child wants to say because every time he opens his mouth I imagine she thinks I shove the Baba into it.  What a terrible and offensive suggestion. 


The look on my face was probably a mix of horror at what a terrible Mommy I clearly am and a mix of sadness.  I asked what Lucas's next appointment would be like because he would be getting a cap over his molar and his cavities filled.  She explained what would happen and that I wasn't to tell him anything, they would prepare him as he went back to get the work done.  Makes sense.  They are pediatric pros who are experienced in getting kids to cooperate and have good experiences. 

And the kicker.  Here's what nearly sent me over the edge.

Then she asks me if Lucas is a lot like me temperament wise. I said yes. She then asked if Nick was like his Dad, laid back and relaxed.  I said yes she was right.  She then turned to her assistant and said "Look how concerned she looks." And turned back to me with a smile - she intended for me to hear and intended it to be funny.  Of course I'm concerned for my four year old kiddo.  And no, it isn't funny.  Five hundred dollars is not funny to me. 

My experience in her office was not funny to me.  She was good with the kids but very insulting and offensive to me.  I pay the bills.  We won't be going back.

Moral of the story:  I believe she was right about the Baba.  It needs to go.  But the way she delivers her message is lacking in a major way.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Bleeepity Bleep Bleep Bleeeeep!!

(That was me cussing like a sailor)

 Do you see this?  I was not warned about this.  The dog is wandering around from window to window and then glancing at me as if to say "Umm Mom, there is white shit falling from the sky."  Yeah.  I know.  I see it. 

30 minutes ago I got some cool cloud photos.  The sky was beautiful, blue and the clouds kicked ass.  
Then BAM.  White shit. 

But there is hope. I see blue skies on the horizon again.  Hopefully the white shit was a passing phenomenon.  I realize that I am wayyy  more upset about this than a normal, rational person should be.  I see that I'm acting a bit crazy.  I'm just ready for some 32+ degree weather.  I just want my toes to be warm again.  I live in New Mexico and I feel entitled to some warmish weather. 

Monday, January 3, 2011

Backyard Fun

It finally got into the 30's today so we decided to head out into the balmy weather and enjoy the 34 degree sunshine!  A month ago I would have bundled the kids in the thickest jacket and gloves I could find for this kind of weather. . . but for some reason today it didn't seem as cold as the thermometer indicated.  I guess the folks in Alaska would probably laugh at me for calling -2 degrees (last night low temp) cold.  It is all relative I guess.




 A two year old moment.  It passed quickly.

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