5:15 am.
Daegan crawls into bed with me.
"Wake up!"
"Wake up, mama!"
"No, baby. It is still sleeping time. Either cuddle up and sleep or go watch Penguins in your bedroom."
He runs off.
A few minutes later I feel something cold against my back.
"Here mama."
He is pressing an ice-cold Monster Energy drink at me.
"Wake up, mama. Drink, wake up."
Now if he would only learn how to make coffee!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
candy love
Lately, I have been using positive reinforcement with Daegan to encourage desired behavior. For every time he earns it, he gets one Reese's Pieces. Not the cup, just the M&M-like candy.
Almost any tantrum stops mid-scream when I say, "That is not how you earn a treat, Daegan."
The number of times that he shows violence or malice towards Logan has decreased dramatically- instead of living in time-out, he only needs it once a day or so to redirect behavior. Basically, at first, any time he came anywhere near Logan, I would tell him, "Be soft and gentle to earn a candy!"
It has been a week now, and I barely ever even need to mention the possible reward. He knows.
What is really wonderful and touching, though, is this: He works REALLY hard to earn these candies. They are a huge treat for him, just because of the fact that we made them a big deal. However, whenever I give them to him, I give him two. He ALWAYS shares the second one with me. "Here, mama! Share candy!"
I am so proud of him! It melts my heart every time that he shares out of kindness and not out of prompting, or because he "has to."
Such a small action shows so much love!!
Almost any tantrum stops mid-scream when I say, "That is not how you earn a treat, Daegan."
The number of times that he shows violence or malice towards Logan has decreased dramatically- instead of living in time-out, he only needs it once a day or so to redirect behavior. Basically, at first, any time he came anywhere near Logan, I would tell him, "Be soft and gentle to earn a candy!"
It has been a week now, and I barely ever even need to mention the possible reward. He knows.
What is really wonderful and touching, though, is this: He works REALLY hard to earn these candies. They are a huge treat for him, just because of the fact that we made them a big deal. However, whenever I give them to him, I give him two. He ALWAYS shares the second one with me. "Here, mama! Share candy!"
I am so proud of him! It melts my heart every time that he shares out of kindness and not out of prompting, or because he "has to."
Such a small action shows so much love!!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
it is great to have friends!!
I have amazing, dedicated and selfless friends. Julie pooled her resources for me and is getting the bellydancing class together at the dance studio, probably starting in August. It won't be free, but it will be safe, organized and in a room intended for dance! :) I am so happy! And relieved...
Tell someone you love them today who doesn't hear it a lot! :) You might just make their day!
Tell someone you love them today who doesn't hear it a lot! :) You might just make their day!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
violation
sexual harassment is so demeaning, disempowering and violating.
i feel gross inside right now. deflated. angry.
i am so, so pissed at men right now.
what is it about the anonymity of the internet that allows them to become monsters to women who are part of their own community? their neighbors, fellow church members, and friends? someones wife, someones mother, someones sister?
who raised these men to be so disrespectful and vulgar? so lewd?
yuck. just yuck. i feel like i need a shower right now...
i swear, if it is the last thing on GOD's green earth that i do... my sons will NEVER treat a woman like a piece of meat.
i feel gross inside right now. deflated. angry.
i am so, so pissed at men right now.
what is it about the anonymity of the internet that allows them to become monsters to women who are part of their own community? their neighbors, fellow church members, and friends? someones wife, someones mother, someones sister?
who raised these men to be so disrespectful and vulgar? so lewd?
yuck. just yuck. i feel like i need a shower right now...
i swear, if it is the last thing on GOD's green earth that i do... my sons will NEVER treat a woman like a piece of meat.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Amazing Milky Grace!!
I am just stunned right now! I just met another lovely mama in Maricopa with a donation of breast milk for the baby (who is due this week!)...
Get this...
13 gallons.
Yup.
13 gallons. Plus more to come- she is due in three months and would love to join our pump-a-thon!
I am in awe, seeing God work through this amazing community of mothers. I am so blessed to know each and every one of them, and to be a part of this.
This is a lesson- when you feel a gentle nudge on your heart to do something, to reach out, DO IT. I never thought I would get a response to a small call for milk on FB, and already we have enough to feed this baby breast milk exclusively for over three months.
I don't take the credit. I am only organizing and pumping. Each of these mothers has felt their own gentle nudge to volunteer, to pump, to connect to other mothers who would be willing to help... none of this is me. It is all God. Working through community. I am absolutely in awe right now.
If there is a song of praise in your heart today, sing it. HE deserves to hear it.
Get this...
13 gallons.
Yup.
13 gallons. Plus more to come- she is due in three months and would love to join our pump-a-thon!
I am in awe, seeing God work through this amazing community of mothers. I am so blessed to know each and every one of them, and to be a part of this.
This is a lesson- when you feel a gentle nudge on your heart to do something, to reach out, DO IT. I never thought I would get a response to a small call for milk on FB, and already we have enough to feed this baby breast milk exclusively for over three months.
I don't take the credit. I am only organizing and pumping. Each of these mothers has felt their own gentle nudge to volunteer, to pump, to connect to other mothers who would be willing to help... none of this is me. It is all God. Working through community. I am absolutely in awe right now.
If there is a song of praise in your heart today, sing it. HE deserves to hear it.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Spanking the View
I am not really certain where I land on the whole spanking debate- I certainly don't think all spanking is abuse, but there is a slippery slope to when it becomes abuse and research suggests that it is ineffective as a teaching tool.
Have I spanked Daegan? Yes. One pat on the bottom, no harder than we would in play (when I pretend his butt is a bongo, and he cracks up!), but in a different context. It was only used when he performed a life-threatening stunt that I certainly wanted to make sure he knew was not acceptable. It got his attention.
Do I think bare-butt spanking that leaves red marks is abuse? Absolutely.
However, the questions that have to be asked are:
When does spanking become abuse?
When witnessed in public, at what point is it your social responsibility to step in, protect the child, and possibly alert the authorities?
No one wants their parental authority undermined. No one does. We, as a culture, see parenting as this super-private sphere that no one has the right to question.
What brought this up? I was watching some completely intellectual tv yesterday (insert eye roll here) and ended up watching part of The View. They were discussing how Liv Tyler was caught by the paparazzi screaming at some mother for hitting her child. We don't know what "hitting" meant to Liv- was she disciplining, smacking across the face? Does it matter? Did Liv have the right to speak up? Did she have a responsibility to?
However, while these questions were certainly intriguing , I was BLOWN AWAY by where the discussion went next. One of the hosts began saying that no one has the right to butt into parenting- and then justified it by saying that it had happened to her, and she was really put-off by it...
The problem is how she was disciplining her children. She was threatening them with a wooden spoon. She admitted, on national tv, without shame or hesitation, that she beats her children with a wooden spoon to discipline them!!!
It made me sick to my stomach. There are many shades of grey in the spanking/abuse argument, but once you add a utensil, it becomes black and white. That is abuse. Not only physical abuse, either. She talked about mentally abusing her children by promises and threats of future beatings by carrying around a smaller, symbolic spoon in her pocket.
No one on the panel seemed to react appropriately. They just kept the discussion going, without missing a beat. She may as well have claimed to have a mutilated body in her freezer- they would have just laughed and compared freezer brands for the best temperature to size ratios!
Here- watch the clip for yourself.
I am so sick of the argument that the Bible condones spanking. "Spare the rod, spoil the child," they cite, justifying at least spanking and at most, caning or worse forms of punishment.
The thing is, that "rod" is not a rod used to whip. It is a Shepard's rod, used to gently guide the sheep home. Shepards did not beat their sheep with their rods! The point of that phrase is to say that we must guide our children in life, not abuse them! Context, people, context!!
Ugh. I am literally a little sick over it. Someone is going to watch that show and think that it is ok to use a spoon on their children.
Have I spanked Daegan? Yes. One pat on the bottom, no harder than we would in play (when I pretend his butt is a bongo, and he cracks up!), but in a different context. It was only used when he performed a life-threatening stunt that I certainly wanted to make sure he knew was not acceptable. It got his attention.
Do I think bare-butt spanking that leaves red marks is abuse? Absolutely.
However, the questions that have to be asked are:
When does spanking become abuse?
When witnessed in public, at what point is it your social responsibility to step in, protect the child, and possibly alert the authorities?
No one wants their parental authority undermined. No one does. We, as a culture, see parenting as this super-private sphere that no one has the right to question.
What brought this up? I was watching some completely intellectual tv yesterday (insert eye roll here) and ended up watching part of The View. They were discussing how Liv Tyler was caught by the paparazzi screaming at some mother for hitting her child. We don't know what "hitting" meant to Liv- was she disciplining, smacking across the face? Does it matter? Did Liv have the right to speak up? Did she have a responsibility to?
However, while these questions were certainly intriguing , I was BLOWN AWAY by where the discussion went next. One of the hosts began saying that no one has the right to butt into parenting- and then justified it by saying that it had happened to her, and she was really put-off by it...
The problem is how she was disciplining her children. She was threatening them with a wooden spoon. She admitted, on national tv, without shame or hesitation, that she beats her children with a wooden spoon to discipline them!!!
It made me sick to my stomach. There are many shades of grey in the spanking/abuse argument, but once you add a utensil, it becomes black and white. That is abuse. Not only physical abuse, either. She talked about mentally abusing her children by promises and threats of future beatings by carrying around a smaller, symbolic spoon in her pocket.
No one on the panel seemed to react appropriately. They just kept the discussion going, without missing a beat. She may as well have claimed to have a mutilated body in her freezer- they would have just laughed and compared freezer brands for the best temperature to size ratios!
Here- watch the clip for yourself.
I am so sick of the argument that the Bible condones spanking. "Spare the rod, spoil the child," they cite, justifying at least spanking and at most, caning or worse forms of punishment.
The thing is, that "rod" is not a rod used to whip. It is a Shepard's rod, used to gently guide the sheep home. Shepards did not beat their sheep with their rods! The point of that phrase is to say that we must guide our children in life, not abuse them! Context, people, context!!
Ugh. I am literally a little sick over it. Someone is going to watch that show and think that it is ok to use a spoon on their children.
delirium
Admission: I have spent a good part of the last week under the influence of some heavy Robitussin and Benadryl. That adds a little silliness to any day, as you can imagine.
I swear that having a toddler is a seriously delirious experience. Yesterday, I asked Daegan to bring Joe a soda (one of his favorite things to do), and he comes back instead with two tubs of yogurt and the biggest serving spoon he could handle. His trial was best summed up by the self-prescribed theme song he shouted at the top of his lungs as he made his long voyage from the kitchen...
"Who gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!!"
I swear that having a toddler is a seriously delirious experience. Yesterday, I asked Daegan to bring Joe a soda (one of his favorite things to do), and he comes back instead with two tubs of yogurt and the biggest serving spoon he could handle. His trial was best summed up by the self-prescribed theme song he shouted at the top of his lungs as he made his long voyage from the kitchen...
"Who gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!!"
Sunday, June 21, 2009
oh, happy day!
Daegan loves to sing these days. As I was making lunch, he breaks out into song:
Daegan: Oh happy day!
rolling with it, I follow his lead...
Me: Oh happy day!
Daegan: Oh happy day!
Me: Oh happy day!
Daegan: When Jee wash sins 'way!
Me: When Jesus washed... washed our sins away!
Daegan: Oh happy day!
Me: Oh happy day!
He must have learned that at Sunday school, because while I know the song I have probably only sang it to him once or twice since birth.
It was almost like his little soul could not restrain it and just had to burst into praise! Like the words to the song did not need to be taught, but were written directly onto his heart. He was so joyful, singing at the top of his lungs.
Sometimes I learn so much about the Holy Spirit through my children, through their innocence, through their unconditionality...
I am so blessed, so blessed, to spend time with them, to raise them, to help them become the people they were meant to be.
Happy Father's Day to all the fathers in our lives... and to the greatest Father of all- our lord!
Daegan: Oh happy day!
rolling with it, I follow his lead...
Me: Oh happy day!
Daegan: Oh happy day!
Me: Oh happy day!
Daegan: When Jee wash sins 'way!
Me: When Jesus washed... washed our sins away!
Daegan: Oh happy day!
Me: Oh happy day!
He must have learned that at Sunday school, because while I know the song I have probably only sang it to him once or twice since birth.
It was almost like his little soul could not restrain it and just had to burst into praise! Like the words to the song did not need to be taught, but were written directly onto his heart. He was so joyful, singing at the top of his lungs.
Sometimes I learn so much about the Holy Spirit through my children, through their innocence, through their unconditionality...
I am so blessed, so blessed, to spend time with them, to raise them, to help them become the people they were meant to be.
Happy Father's Day to all the fathers in our lives... and to the greatest Father of all- our lord!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
sharing
A virus has been passed around our house- nothing serious, a cough and a runny nose. Only Logan seems exempt. It is pretty miserable, though.
Dinnertime.
We are sitting around the table.
Due to a virus, I spend about a minute coughing.
Daegan looks frightened.
Joe: Don't be scared baby, Mommy just has a little virus.
Me: Yeah, sweetie- mommy has what you have. You gave it to mommy.
Daegan proudly: Yeah. Big boy shares.
Me: Yes, it is always good to share...
Dinnertime.
We are sitting around the table.
Due to a virus, I spend about a minute coughing.
Daegan looks frightened.
Joe: Don't be scared baby, Mommy just has a little virus.
Me: Yeah, sweetie- mommy has what you have. You gave it to mommy.
Daegan proudly: Yeah. Big boy shares.
Me: Yes, it is always good to share...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
*squish*
I love this picture- the colors are amazing! I just wish it was in focus. How pretty would it be with all that detail? Of course, if it had been intentional instead of one of those quickie-arm's-length shots, it would be in focus and my hand would not be in the pic... yikes! Oh well, I am not exactly entering into a contest. Note to self, though: stand in front of painted walls more often! That is so cool!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
D.a.e.g.a.n.
A small voice from the back of the car on the way to preschool this morning...
"D.....A......E....G.....A....N....Daegan!"
"D.....A......E....G.....A....N....Daegan!"
"D.....A......E....G.....A....N....Daegan!"
LOL. He can spell his name! :)
"D.....A......E....G.....A....N....Daegan!"
"D.....A......E....G.....A....N....Daegan!"
"D.....A......E....G.....A....N....Daegan!"
LOL. He can spell his name! :)
Monday, June 15, 2009
Another moment of chaos...
Sometimes I swear people who get an ill-timed glance into my life must think I am either completely nuts or completely lazy.
It is 7:15 am. I am laying in my bed, nursing Logan. He cluster nurses in the mornings... so I have not yet gotten up and gotten dressed (why bother putting on clothes when they are just going to get soaked?)
So, I am laying in bed in my underwear, nursing Logan and mentally setting up my goals for the day and scheduling the activities, etc. The major question is if I get up right away and get dressed in between feedings then feed Daegan breakfast and change his poopy diaper or if I wait till after breakfast/diaper and reduce the risk of getting my clothes wet...
7:30am, still twirling the same question idly around in my head while watching Spiderman on TV and regretting not being a leisure to get up and change Daegan's now-poopy diaper (it stank), and I hear a very loud knock on the door.
I unlatch Logan. Logan starts screaming. I run to the office, grab my robe and run to the door. I see the driver getting back into the van, which is NOT GOOD because I NEED what he was delivering (Yeah for a new computer!! Happy Birthday to me!!)
I clutch at my robe trying to wrap it around myself, only to realize it doesn't wrap- it is not a very modest robe. I pull the fabric as tight as I could to cover as much of my pre-teeth brushing nudity and run outside. The driver is alerted and came inside with the boxes.
As he came in the door, boxes on dollys, I was holding Daegan's hand with one hand (keeping him out of the way and from darting out the door) when the dog that I had forgotten was inside made a break for it down the street.
I run after her, Daegan trailing behind me, robe flapping uselessly, screaming at the stupid dog to come back. The poor delivery driver was beside himself... he kept apologizing when I came in managing the dog, the boy and the robe.
He takes Daegan's hand, and curls his nose. Yup, he had noticed that my son was marinating in his own feces, courtesy of mom's early morning laziness.
He was professional, though. Never looked directly at me, was kind and helpful and quick...
Yikes. Good morning to everyone- who needs coffee after an adventure like an early morning streak down a residential road?
It is 7:15 am. I am laying in my bed, nursing Logan. He cluster nurses in the mornings... so I have not yet gotten up and gotten dressed (why bother putting on clothes when they are just going to get soaked?)
So, I am laying in bed in my underwear, nursing Logan and mentally setting up my goals for the day and scheduling the activities, etc. The major question is if I get up right away and get dressed in between feedings then feed Daegan breakfast and change his poopy diaper or if I wait till after breakfast/diaper and reduce the risk of getting my clothes wet...
7:30am, still twirling the same question idly around in my head while watching Spiderman on TV and regretting not being a leisure to get up and change Daegan's now-poopy diaper (it stank), and I hear a very loud knock on the door.
I unlatch Logan. Logan starts screaming. I run to the office, grab my robe and run to the door. I see the driver getting back into the van, which is NOT GOOD because I NEED what he was delivering (Yeah for a new computer!! Happy Birthday to me!!)
I clutch at my robe trying to wrap it around myself, only to realize it doesn't wrap- it is not a very modest robe. I pull the fabric as tight as I could to cover as much of my pre-teeth brushing nudity and run outside. The driver is alerted and came inside with the boxes.
As he came in the door, boxes on dollys, I was holding Daegan's hand with one hand (keeping him out of the way and from darting out the door) when the dog that I had forgotten was inside made a break for it down the street.
I run after her, Daegan trailing behind me, robe flapping uselessly, screaming at the stupid dog to come back. The poor delivery driver was beside himself... he kept apologizing when I came in managing the dog, the boy and the robe.
He takes Daegan's hand, and curls his nose. Yup, he had noticed that my son was marinating in his own feces, courtesy of mom's early morning laziness.
He was professional, though. Never looked directly at me, was kind and helpful and quick...
Yikes. Good morning to everyone- who needs coffee after an adventure like an early morning streak down a residential road?
Out of the mouths of babes...
Scene: Daegan and I laying in his bed watching Pixar's Cars, winding down for naptime. In the movie, McQueen drives off the road.
Daegan: Oh Crap!
Me (Trying to clarify what he said...): What, he crashed?
Daegan: No, Mom, OH CRAP! Oh Crap, he crashed!!
Blame me.
***
Scene: Daegan picks up an empty soda can.
Me: Baby, are you going to put that into the trash for Mommy?
Daegan: Noooooo... I recycle.
Blame Joe. ;)
Daegan: Oh Crap!
Me (Trying to clarify what he said...): What, he crashed?
Daegan: No, Mom, OH CRAP! Oh Crap, he crashed!!
Blame me.
***
Scene: Daegan picks up an empty soda can.
Me: Baby, are you going to put that into the trash for Mommy?
Daegan: Noooooo... I recycle.
Blame Joe. ;)
Friday, June 12, 2009
Shaking Baby
The fridge opens.
The fridge closes.
A pitter pat of little feet running to our bedroom...
Screaming roars excitedly across the hall.
"Shake shake shake!"
A warning feeling in my stomach.
Daegan comes to give daddy a gift. A soda.
Expectant eyes, outstretched hands seeking a shared sip.
Thank you, baby. Daddy will open this in the kitchen, ok?
The fridge closes.
A pitter pat of little feet running to our bedroom...
Screaming roars excitedly across the hall.
"Shake shake shake!"
A warning feeling in my stomach.
Daegan comes to give daddy a gift. A soda.
Expectant eyes, outstretched hands seeking a shared sip.
Thank you, baby. Daddy will open this in the kitchen, ok?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Walking all over me
Today, Daegan got set up with some painting at our kitchen table. He made quite the masterpiece.
Then, while I was not looking, decided he also needed some body art. He painted his toes and his hands a wonderful, bright rainbow of colors... then promptly walked across the kitchen all the way to the back door.
The consequence of this is a wonderful collection of baby footprints and hand prints on our white tile and door. It is so amazing, such a snapshot in time.
If I owned this house, I would be breaking out the varnish so that it would be a permanent addition to our decor...
his feet will grow much larger much too quickly.As it is not our house, I will just have to be satisfied with not mopping for a week or so, just to preserve it just a little longer.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
How to become a hobbit
To become a hobbit, just have a baby. Nurse said baby. Pump for another baby. Pump for future workout opportunities. Begin working out.
I am always freaking hungry these days. Don't let me near your kitchen unless you want to have to go back to the grocery store tomorrow.
Today, I have had three (3) 32-oz bottles of water, a waffle with peanut butter, a banana, some raisins, a sandwich, some chicken nuggets, and strawberries and it is only noon!
So, I tell myself "Grace- give yourself a little grace. It has only been two and a half weeks..."
But then I have to ask- when does grace become an excuse for gluttony?
Hobbits eat at least seven meals- breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and supper.
Do you think that pumping, exercising and marathon nursing transformed me into a hobbit?
Please don't tell me that I will soon have to start shaving my feet...
Hobbits eat at least seven meals- breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and supper.
Do you think that pumping, exercising and marathon nursing transformed me into a hobbit?
Please don't tell me that I will soon have to start shaving my feet...
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Two weeks later
As of 2am and change tomorrow morning, Logan will have been with us for two weeks now.
It took one week to get out of survival mode, but mostly because of the hormonal roller coaster combined with having Joe home. Having him home was nice, but it prevented me from getting back into my routine, kwim?
Two weeks later, and I am back to my old self again. We have resumed our Saturday family from-scratch baking, Daegan is eating three square meals a day, goes to preschool twice a week, playdates and/or playgroups once a week, an educational outing once a week, and the house is clean. We do art and learning projects at home every day. I am volunteering with the church, back in school and from the outside people are amazed at how I am doing it.
I get more than a few comments about being "supermom" for being back up to speed less than two weeks after a birth...
Want to know my secret?
I keep forgetting to add myself into the equation. I cannot manage to do it. Whenever I add myself in, it all falls apart.
I forget to eat, I forget to shower, heck- I even forget to pee half the time. I have been living off of Mexican Sweetbreads and Monsters for the last week, because they keep me running and don't take any time to prepare. Even for a sandwich I often have to choose which child will scream while I make it...
This cannot last forever. I have to figure out how to insert myself back into this life. I am pretty sure my body cannot run forever on caffeine and bad carbs. My milk supply will falter at some point at this pace...
I am not stressed out or rushed in any way, but get stressed out whenever I try to take care of myself, too.
So, my goals for next week are as such:
1. Shower every other day.
2. Drink at least one bottle of water every day.
3. Eat at least one square meal a day.
We will work from there... hopefully soon I will be able to start working out again, doing daily Bible readings again and making it to church on Sunday mornings. I am also thinking of taking an American Sign Language course through the local community college, just for fun, but I think that may have to wait until the Fall semester.
Ugh. I don't know. Can't someone just order me some nutrition pills or something so I don't have to eat/drink/sleep? I don't want to have to put any effort into it!!!
It took one week to get out of survival mode, but mostly because of the hormonal roller coaster combined with having Joe home. Having him home was nice, but it prevented me from getting back into my routine, kwim?
Two weeks later, and I am back to my old self again. We have resumed our Saturday family from-scratch baking, Daegan is eating three square meals a day, goes to preschool twice a week, playdates and/or playgroups once a week, an educational outing once a week, and the house is clean. We do art and learning projects at home every day. I am volunteering with the church, back in school and from the outside people are amazed at how I am doing it.
I get more than a few comments about being "supermom" for being back up to speed less than two weeks after a birth...
Want to know my secret?
I keep forgetting to add myself into the equation. I cannot manage to do it. Whenever I add myself in, it all falls apart.
I forget to eat, I forget to shower, heck- I even forget to pee half the time. I have been living off of Mexican Sweetbreads and Monsters for the last week, because they keep me running and don't take any time to prepare. Even for a sandwich I often have to choose which child will scream while I make it...
This cannot last forever. I have to figure out how to insert myself back into this life. I am pretty sure my body cannot run forever on caffeine and bad carbs. My milk supply will falter at some point at this pace...
I am not stressed out or rushed in any way, but get stressed out whenever I try to take care of myself, too.
So, my goals for next week are as such:
1. Shower every other day.
2. Drink at least one bottle of water every day.
3. Eat at least one square meal a day.
We will work from there... hopefully soon I will be able to start working out again, doing daily Bible readings again and making it to church on Sunday mornings. I am also thinking of taking an American Sign Language course through the local community college, just for fun, but I think that may have to wait until the Fall semester.
Ugh. I don't know. Can't someone just order me some nutrition pills or something so I don't have to eat/drink/sleep? I don't want to have to put any effort into it!!!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Time Out
Daegan:
Time out, ducky. Time out. No bite. Biting hurts.
(Waits a minute, watches some Spongebob...)
Ok. Time out over. Give kisses. Say sorry. Go play.
Maybe I have been using "Time Out" a little too much lately...
Time out, ducky. Time out. No bite. Biting hurts.
(Waits a minute, watches some Spongebob...)
Ok. Time out over. Give kisses. Say sorry. Go play.
Maybe I have been using "Time Out" a little too much lately...
The Blue Alligator
For several weeks now we have had a new occupant living in our office, under the computer desk. He is a blue alligator (well, at least today he is blue. Yesterday he was brown). For the longest time, Daegan would refuse to venture under the desk to retrieve dropped toys and coloring utensils, claiming to be afraid of the alligator which lived there.
Then the fear intensified leaving Big D afraid to hang his toes under the table.
Right after Logan was born, Daegan ran SCREAMING from the office saying, "NO BITE! Alligator BITE!!"
Joe: What alligator?
Me: The alligator that lives under the computer desk.
Joe: An alligator lives under the computer desk.
Me: Moved in last month.
Joe to D: Where is he biting you?
D: Alligator bite my toesies! Bad alligator!!
Joe: Go away, alligator! Go back to the desk!!!
D: (turning around, waving) Bye bye, alligator!
The alligator still lives there, but the fear seems lessened when I put the alligator in time-out while we are in the office.
***
(I would have included a picture as I have heard that blue alligators are extremely rare, but alas I cannot see him at the moment!)
Then the fear intensified leaving Big D afraid to hang his toes under the table.
Right after Logan was born, Daegan ran SCREAMING from the office saying, "NO BITE! Alligator BITE!!"
Joe: What alligator?
Me: The alligator that lives under the computer desk.
Joe: An alligator lives under the computer desk.
Me: Moved in last month.
Joe to D: Where is he biting you?
D: Alligator bite my toesies! Bad alligator!!
Joe: Go away, alligator! Go back to the desk!!!
D: (turning around, waving) Bye bye, alligator!
The alligator still lives there, but the fear seems lessened when I put the alligator in time-out while we are in the office.
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(I would have included a picture as I have heard that blue alligators are extremely rare, but alas I cannot see him at the moment!)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Not exactly a Pottery Barn child...
Daegan was super proud to dress himself this morning. *Cringe* I was going to change him into something coordinated and preppy for school, but those darn alligators make him so HAPPY! :) I could not rain on his parade. So what if the other mothers think I have no fashion sense?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A day in the life of me
Time: 8:15 am
Scene: We are not dressed yet, but have been fed and teeth brushed. I smell a horrible smell- the dog had diarrhea all over the kitchen. Logan starts crying. He is hungry. Daegan sees me cleaning and wants to help. He is throwing a fit because I won't let him help me wipe up the poo (he was in charge of the paper towels).
Someone knocks on the door. I grab Logan and start to feed him so that he is quiet while I answer the door.
I open the door, and it is my neighbor telling me she has to postpone our playdate. She has a funny look on her face, but being too busy to inquire I accept the new playdate time and close the door.
Aftermath: After closing the door, I realize the scene that she had just witnessed. Me, standing at the door with bedhead and both boobies hanging out (one for Logan, the other because my nightgown was too large) and one hand smeared with dog poo. The house, smelling to high heaven like a port-o-potty.
Nice.
Of course, fifteen minutes later we were all dressed, calm and the house smelled like bleach and cinnamon... go figure! ;)
Scene: We are not dressed yet, but have been fed and teeth brushed. I smell a horrible smell- the dog had diarrhea all over the kitchen. Logan starts crying. He is hungry. Daegan sees me cleaning and wants to help. He is throwing a fit because I won't let him help me wipe up the poo (he was in charge of the paper towels).
Someone knocks on the door. I grab Logan and start to feed him so that he is quiet while I answer the door.
I open the door, and it is my neighbor telling me she has to postpone our playdate. She has a funny look on her face, but being too busy to inquire I accept the new playdate time and close the door.
Aftermath: After closing the door, I realize the scene that she had just witnessed. Me, standing at the door with bedhead and both boobies hanging out (one for Logan, the other because my nightgown was too large) and one hand smeared with dog poo. The house, smelling to high heaven like a port-o-potty.
Nice.
Of course, fifteen minutes later we were all dressed, calm and the house smelled like bleach and cinnamon... go figure! ;)
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