Vincent at 6am: Can we go outside and play in the snow????
Me: Later
V: When?
M (looking on Noggin's shows): We'll go outside when Oswald comes on
Julia: (unspellable noise similar to that of a screaming banshee, I think she wants food)
V: Can we go outside and play in the snow??
Raynebow: REOOOOOOOOOOOOWR!!!
J: (still screaming, not touching food, so I take her to change her)
R: REOOOOOOOOOOOOOWR!!
V: Why can't we go outside and play in the snow now?
Me: Because it's not time yet (going to the mini chopper to grind princess raynebow's broiled chicken)
R: REOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWR!!
Vincent: What are you doing?
Me: Making Raynebow's food
J: UH! (wants to be picked up, so I do, while grinding the chicken, putting some in Raynebow's bowl to shut her up, then going back to the mini grinder to finish the rest, put Julia down to put cat food in the fridge, and Julia promptly begins to take the pork roll out of the door rack, box by box. I remove the last box from her hand, put the rest back, and close the door. Julia responds by resuming the banshee wail. I put her in the crib for a nap and start to make my breakfast)
Vincent: Mom? Why can't we go outside now? Pinky Dinky Do is boring! I don't want to watch it. (browse other kid channels, Disney is showing My Friends Tigger and Pooh, which won't fly, so I put on Sprout, which is showing Sesame Street)
Julia: (banshee wail in crib)
Vincent: I don't want to watch Sesame Street (goes into fridge, takes out string cheese) Can I have some cheese?
Me: What's the rule?
Julia: (banshee wail in crib intermittent)
V: Ask before you take
Me: put it back
V: But I want something to eat!!
Me: put it back
V: (eyeing my breakfast) What's that?
Julia: (lower banshee wail)
Me: An English Muffin
V: Can I have one?
Me: Sure, I have to put it in the toaster
V: Mom, when we come in from playing in the snow, are we going to have hot chocolate?
M: yes
V: Where is the hot chocolate?
M: put away (has it been a few minutes since Julia's cried?? oh, there it is!)
V: but we're going to have some, right?
M: yes
V: Is my english muffin ready yet?
M: I'm getting it now
V: Are you going to put butter on it?
M: That's what I'm doing right now
::::silence while the boy child consumes his english muffin, I think Julia's asleep, and the cat is fed, I am able to finish breakfast and the paper, skipping to the cartoons:::::::::::
Vincent: Why can't we go outside yet? What's on next? What's on after LazyTown? (Stephanie's porn movie, dear) What's on after Jack's Big Music Show? (Oswald) And then we can go outside?.....
Ernie (upon reading this email): We have English Muffins??
Friday, February 22, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
How Much Longer?
Every year after Christmas, I get Spring Fever. I know I'm not the only one because I Burpee and Land's End are sending me catalogs for seeds and kids' summer clothes. I don't know what to do about this. I have two more marking periods to get through, and the students are getting lazier. So many things I should be doing right now, and I'm dreaming of summer... days at the pool, visits to the shore, long days that don't end until 9 pm, carnivals every week... ergh, I can't wait.
Snap back to reality... we survived Christmas pretty well. Vincent was INSANE, and it's like someone flipped a switch on December 26th. He transformed into this calmer version of himself. Not that he is without challenges. His favorite words right now are "No", "But..." and "Why?". You would think I'm talking about a 2 year old! Not someone who's going to be 5 soon!! He should be a lawyer, the way he argues with me about everything!
Julia has discovered the wonder of climbing, and most of the time can climb herself back down from wherever she's gotten herself. Still won't say "Momma", or anything like it, unless she's pissed. That probably doesn't mean anything, right?
Snap back to reality... we survived Christmas pretty well. Vincent was INSANE, and it's like someone flipped a switch on December 26th. He transformed into this calmer version of himself. Not that he is without challenges. His favorite words right now are "No", "But..." and "Why?". You would think I'm talking about a 2 year old! Not someone who's going to be 5 soon!! He should be a lawyer, the way he argues with me about everything!
Julia has discovered the wonder of climbing, and most of the time can climb herself back down from wherever she's gotten herself. Still won't say "Momma", or anything like it, unless she's pissed. That probably doesn't mean anything, right?
Friday, July 13, 2007
WTF am I doing??
Why doesn't anyone tell you how complicated being a parent really is?? I used to hate people who told me that they too knew everything about raising kids before they became parents. I never got that statement, and thought it was the lazy parent's way of blowing off whatever brilliant morsel of advice I was bestowing on them. Kid wakes up at night? Let them cry themselves back to sleep! Even after my son was born, so many of my child-rearing ideas stayed true. He did cry himself back to sleep. After about 10 minutes. I didn't know there were babies that could cry a cry that can literally reach into your chest and rip your heart out. For an hour.
You know how they say a little bit of knowlege is dangerous? Well, now that I've had my eyes opened, I've been questioning everything I do. How much am I damaging Vincent by not giving in? Is it really a big deal if he gets his way this time? Is compromising just another way of giving in? Am I making him one of those pain-in-the-butt argumentative kids by constantly negotiating with him, or is he argumentative by nature, and I'm working with what I've got?
Julia HATES her crib. Cries at night when I put her in it until she falls asleep. Wakes up crying in the morning. Will nap in her pack 'n play, carrier, on the floor, in her stroller, but the second I put her in her crib, she's up. On top of that, she almost never naps. Vincent was a champion napper. Twice a day for at least 2 hours each. Sometimes three. I had and idea that I was just lucky. You couldn't get me to swear under oath that I thought he was so easy because I was such a great mom. Naturally, I think I'm doing something wrong because Julia won't nap. (She was just playing happily in her p'np, and now she's sleeping. 0n her side. between the toys.)
And what's up with the food? I know I read somewhere not to give her avacadoes, but the pediatrician said give her anything except honey, nuts, and probably shellfish. Is there any way to keep them from being picky eaters? Vincent ate everything we ate for dinner when he was able to have 'table food' (where did that expression go?). I don't know what happened, but now he's four, and won't eat almost anything we have for dinner. I made a pact with my sister that I won't make him special meals, but most of the time, I'm making dinner for him seperate from Ernie and I because Ernie gets home so late, so we can't eat as a family.
Ergh... any advice?
You know how they say a little bit of knowlege is dangerous? Well, now that I've had my eyes opened, I've been questioning everything I do. How much am I damaging Vincent by not giving in? Is it really a big deal if he gets his way this time? Is compromising just another way of giving in? Am I making him one of those pain-in-the-butt argumentative kids by constantly negotiating with him, or is he argumentative by nature, and I'm working with what I've got?
Julia HATES her crib. Cries at night when I put her in it until she falls asleep. Wakes up crying in the morning. Will nap in her pack 'n play, carrier, on the floor, in her stroller, but the second I put her in her crib, she's up. On top of that, she almost never naps. Vincent was a champion napper. Twice a day for at least 2 hours each. Sometimes three. I had and idea that I was just lucky. You couldn't get me to swear under oath that I thought he was so easy because I was such a great mom. Naturally, I think I'm doing something wrong because Julia won't nap. (She was just playing happily in her p'np, and now she's sleeping. 0n her side. between the toys.)
And what's up with the food? I know I read somewhere not to give her avacadoes, but the pediatrician said give her anything except honey, nuts, and probably shellfish. Is there any way to keep them from being picky eaters? Vincent ate everything we ate for dinner when he was able to have 'table food' (where did that expression go?). I don't know what happened, but now he's four, and won't eat almost anything we have for dinner. I made a pact with my sister that I won't make him special meals, but most of the time, I'm making dinner for him seperate from Ernie and I because Ernie gets home so late, so we can't eat as a family.
Ergh... any advice?
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Happy Family of Four
Guess I should have let you all in on it sooner. Not that anyone reads this blog. It's just that sometimes I post on other peoples' blogs, and if they decide to check me out, I'd like to give them something to read, since I enjoy theirs so much.
My mother actually paid for me to go to one of those ultrasound places to find out that I was having a girl. I highly recommend them: http://www.viewamiracle.com/ . It was freaky to see all of my daughter's 'parts' so clearly (even though I only did the 2D ultrasound). My poor mother had no idea what we were looking at.
My daughter was born by c-section on November 27. She was huge, 10 pounds, 1 ounce, 23 inches long. No wonder I was winded standing more than 10 minutes at a time. She's much calmer and agreeable outside the womb than inside. She's so content to sit and watch the rest of us.
My mother actually paid for me to go to one of those ultrasound places to find out that I was having a girl. I highly recommend them: http://www.viewamiracle.com/ . It was freaky to see all of my daughter's 'parts' so clearly (even though I only did the 2D ultrasound). My poor mother had no idea what we were looking at.
My daughter was born by c-section on November 27. She was huge, 10 pounds, 1 ounce, 23 inches long. No wonder I was winded standing more than 10 minutes at a time. She's much calmer and agreeable outside the womb than inside. She's so content to sit and watch the rest of us.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Welcome to my blog
I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's not like I have tons of time in my life to sit and pour out my life story. I'm a pretty sarcastic person by nature, so if that sort of thing turns you off, get out now, for your own sanity.
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