Saturday, October 30, 2010
It's almost time...
for the Great Pumpkin visit our house. Woo-hoo! I think it might be my favorite part of Halloween. I blogged it last year here so I won't blog it again, but this year I've managed to get great gifts for less than before. Thank you Ross and TJ Maxx! Woo-hoo! Bargain Great Pumpkin. Even better!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Peace and Quiet
Curly is in love with peace signs. She wants practically everything she owns to have peace signs on it. As a result, Peanut is very aware of peace signs but has no actual concept of what peace is. If you know Peanut you know this is true because that child talks from sun up to sun down and she is NOT the quiet type.
Not too long ago StinkyMan was angry about something and he just needed to be left alone. Peanut, who also doesn't understand the concept of leaving her brother alone, was in his face, asking him why he was angry.
"Baby, he just needs some peace and quiet." I told her.
"OK." she said and she ran off. Pleased that she understood, I turned my attention to a tearful StinkyMan.
A minute later Peanut was standing next to us. "Here are some peas, StinkyMan" she said, helpfully thrusting a bag of frozen peas at him. See around here, we put a bag of frozen peas on owies. She was helping. (I know, so cute, right?)
I took the peas and thanked her before her brother could clue her in that she'd made a mistake and she happily ran off, pleased with her helpfulness.
Then yesterday she was using the restroom. I won't lie, we call it going potty, a term I swore I would never use before I had kids that I now use without a second thought. So she was going potty and was in there for a while, singing a little song. When she came out I asked (because I am a mom and we ask these things) "Did you go poops?"
"No." She answered cheerfully "Just pees. I was just in the bathroom having some pees and quiet."
No wonder she doesn't quite get her sister's obsession with "peace."
Not too long ago StinkyMan was angry about something and he just needed to be left alone. Peanut, who also doesn't understand the concept of leaving her brother alone, was in his face, asking him why he was angry.
"Baby, he just needs some peace and quiet." I told her.
"OK." she said and she ran off. Pleased that she understood, I turned my attention to a tearful StinkyMan.
A minute later Peanut was standing next to us. "Here are some peas, StinkyMan" she said, helpfully thrusting a bag of frozen peas at him. See around here, we put a bag of frozen peas on owies. She was helping. (I know, so cute, right?)
I took the peas and thanked her before her brother could clue her in that she'd made a mistake and she happily ran off, pleased with her helpfulness.
Then yesterday she was using the restroom. I won't lie, we call it going potty, a term I swore I would never use before I had kids that I now use without a second thought. So she was going potty and was in there for a while, singing a little song. When she came out I asked (because I am a mom and we ask these things) "Did you go poops?"
"No." She answered cheerfully "Just pees. I was just in the bathroom having some pees and quiet."
No wonder she doesn't quite get her sister's obsession with "peace."
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Peanut is...
just over 30 boxes of chocolate tall.
I know. Say what now?
Husband was on a week long trip to Hawaii. He brought the kids t-shirts and jewelry. This is what he brought me:
OK, they aren't ALL for me. He'd already given 2 to a coworker who picked him up at the airport and some are for family, but he shipped all his laundry home and packed his bag full of chocolate!
We stacked them into one tall tower and discovered that Peanut is just a bit taller than all 30 boxes together.
The kids think they hit the candy lottery and next week is Halloween! Let the sugar high begin!
I know. Say what now?
Husband was on a week long trip to Hawaii. He brought the kids t-shirts and jewelry. This is what he brought me:
OK, they aren't ALL for me. He'd already given 2 to a coworker who picked him up at the airport and some are for family, but he shipped all his laundry home and packed his bag full of chocolate!
We stacked them into one tall tower and discovered that Peanut is just a bit taller than all 30 boxes together.
The kids think they hit the candy lottery and next week is Halloween! Let the sugar high begin!
Friday, October 22, 2010
Confessions of a Bad Mommy
I have never claimed to be perfect. Not once. This past week I was a bad mommy lots and lots of times. Examples (with counterbalances to keep me in the average mommy scoring range):
Bad Mommy: Lets BabyGirl have chocolate milk once a day
Good Mommy: it's just a droplet of chocolate in a whole cup of white milk
Bad Mommy: Let StinkyMan eat a Lean Pocket Pepperoni Pizza Pocket for breakfast
Good Mommy: denied BabyGirl a bowl of homemade butter cream for breakfast
Bad Mommy: Let Curly buy school lunch 2 days in a row, when 1 day is generally all that is allowed. That stuff is so junky.
Good Mommy: Packed very healthy lunches the other days AND some fun Halloween jokes from here for good measure.
Bad Mommy: Let the kids go to bed a smidge later than they should have most nights this week
Good Mommy: is crazy strict about bedtimes, so even going late, there were still all asleep by 8:30ish.
Bad Mommy: accidentally said "hate" in front of Peanut
Good Mommy: bit her tongue and stopped herself from swearing in front of Peanut when she rammed her toe into a wall (don't ask)
Bad Mommy: still hasn't gotten out the Halloween decorations
Good Mommy: is getting up in the morning to decorate instead of sleeping in.
A solid grade C for the week, and you know what? That's was just going to have to be good enough. It was a loooooooong week.
Bad Mommy: Lets BabyGirl have chocolate milk once a day
Good Mommy: it's just a droplet of chocolate in a whole cup of white milk
Bad Mommy: Let StinkyMan eat a Lean Pocket Pepperoni Pizza Pocket for breakfast
Good Mommy: denied BabyGirl a bowl of homemade butter cream for breakfast
Bad Mommy: Let Curly buy school lunch 2 days in a row, when 1 day is generally all that is allowed. That stuff is so junky.
Good Mommy: Packed very healthy lunches the other days AND some fun Halloween jokes from here for good measure.
Bad Mommy: Let the kids go to bed a smidge later than they should have most nights this week
Good Mommy: is crazy strict about bedtimes, so even going late, there were still all asleep by 8:30ish.
Bad Mommy: accidentally said "hate" in front of Peanut
Good Mommy: bit her tongue and stopped herself from swearing in front of Peanut when she rammed her toe into a wall (don't ask)
Bad Mommy: still hasn't gotten out the Halloween decorations
Good Mommy: is getting up in the morning to decorate instead of sleeping in.
A solid grade C for the week, and you know what? That's was just going to have to be good enough. It was a loooooooong week.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Math
I never liked math. I remember not having any confidence in my math skills as early as the first grade. I just never believed that I really, truly knew what I was doing.
I watch Curly struggling with the same issues. She cried tonight because she "just can't do it." The thing is that she CAN. Instead she messes around, talks in baby voices and, in general lacks focus. And then when I ask her to get serious and get it done she claims that it's too hard.
This is frustrating. For me and for her. I want to help her, but I want her to help herself too and TRY to do the work.
If I had known at 6 years old that 30 years later elementary school math would still be frustrating me I'm not sure I would ever have bothered to graduate to 2nd grade.
UPDATE: She came home from school yesterday and told me that her friend M had helped her figure it out. I thought "We'll see about that." But indeed, math homework was a breeze last night and a lightbulb seems to have gone off in her head. Apparently M, in all her 7 years on the planet, possesses something I, with a degree in Education, do not: the ability to teach math. All hail the Mighty Miss M for restoring peace and mathematics ability to our homework table!
I watch Curly struggling with the same issues. She cried tonight because she "just can't do it." The thing is that she CAN. Instead she messes around, talks in baby voices and, in general lacks focus. And then when I ask her to get serious and get it done she claims that it's too hard.
This is frustrating. For me and for her. I want to help her, but I want her to help herself too and TRY to do the work.
If I had known at 6 years old that 30 years later elementary school math would still be frustrating me I'm not sure I would ever have bothered to graduate to 2nd grade.
UPDATE: She came home from school yesterday and told me that her friend M had helped her figure it out. I thought "We'll see about that." But indeed, math homework was a breeze last night and a lightbulb seems to have gone off in her head. Apparently M, in all her 7 years on the planet, possesses something I, with a degree in Education, do not: the ability to teach math. All hail the Mighty Miss M for restoring peace and mathematics ability to our homework table!
Monday, October 18, 2010
Words
Curly: I bet I know what StinkyMan's favorite word is.
Me: Oh yeah?
Curly: I think it's "hideous"
Me: StinkyMan! What's your favorite word?
StinkyMan: Hideous!
Me: That's a good word.
Peanut: My favorite word is "Razzle Dazzle!"
Me: That's a good word too.
Peanut: Yes, it is! (pause for 3 seconds) What's a Razzle Dazzle?
Me: I'm not sure but it's fun to say!
StinkyMan: No, it's not. It's HIDEOUS!!!!
Cue peals of laughter.
Me: Oh yeah?
Curly: I think it's "hideous"
Me: StinkyMan! What's your favorite word?
StinkyMan: Hideous!
Me: That's a good word.
Peanut: My favorite word is "Razzle Dazzle!"
Me: That's a good word too.
Peanut: Yes, it is! (pause for 3 seconds) What's a Razzle Dazzle?
Me: I'm not sure but it's fun to say!
StinkyMan: No, it's not. It's HIDEOUS!!!!
Cue peals of laughter.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Diaper Duty
To appreciate this story, you will have to use your imagination a little bit. I'll try to draw a little, but I have no computer abilities AT ALL, so it's lame, but it's the best I can do.
Pretend this is some of the downstairs of my house.
S-----------------------------------------M----------------------------------C
I know. It's good, right? You can totally see it, I'm sure. S is for StinkyMan who was in the family room. C is for Curly, who was in the dining room doing her homework. M is for Me, in the pantry area, overhearing their conversation across the length of the house.
So StinkyMan is watching Husband change a rather smelly diaper and says, wrinkling his nose "When I get married I am not doing that. I will let the mom do it."
To which Curly says "When I get married and have a baby I'm going to let my husband change all the diapers." Then she thinks for a minute and says "Mommy, it's a good thing StinkyMan and I can't marry each other or our kids sure would stink!"
Yes. Yes they would.
Pretend this is some of the downstairs of my house.
S-----------------------------------------M----------------------------------C
I know. It's good, right? You can totally see it, I'm sure. S is for StinkyMan who was in the family room. C is for Curly, who was in the dining room doing her homework. M is for Me, in the pantry area, overhearing their conversation across the length of the house.
So StinkyMan is watching Husband change a rather smelly diaper and says, wrinkling his nose "When I get married I am not doing that. I will let the mom do it."
To which Curly says "When I get married and have a baby I'm going to let my husband change all the diapers." Then she thinks for a minute and says "Mommy, it's a good thing StinkyMan and I can't marry each other or our kids sure would stink!"
Yes. Yes they would.
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