Wednesday, March 25, 2015

See ya, Mommy!

Gosh, this kid just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Stop time!

I just had another moment in time that I want to freeze and remember forever. The hubs was out of town for work again today, so I had both drop-off and pick-up duties at daycare. Usually at drop off, I take T through the screen door of the little converted house where is Montessori school is located and into a classroom through a second door. I don’t stay too long, but I stay long enough to make sure he’s settled.

Yesterday, I got as far as the door into the classroom when he turned and gave me a hug and ran inside. Today, as we were walking in through the screen door, T turned to me, gave me a hug, and said, “Mommy, I want you to drop me off right here today.” I clarified – I mean, he tends to err on the side of clingy. Both my kids do. I said, “Are you sure? You don’t want me to walk you to the classroom door?” And he said, “No, this is fine right here. Bye mommy!"

And off he went. He walked up to the classroom door, swung it open, and announced, “Good morning everyone!”

And never looked back. I admit I was a proud momma, but I was also a bit of a sad momma.

How did my little toddler grow up all of the sudden into a little boy? I felt like I needed to channel “Small Wonder” (ok, you know what I’m talking about – the 1980s little girl-robot?!) and take a picture of that moment with my eyes. 


Sunday, March 15, 2015

A snapshot in time

I just want to remember this day, so it's worth trying to  get get back on the blog bandwagon so I can remember long enough to hopefully jot it down in one of the baby books one of these days.

It's starting to feel like spring here, so its just plain nice to be outside. The fam went for a bike ride down to the parking lot, so T could ride around in circles and P could simply get her outdoor fix. T and I (and P in the push-a-car) were racing back and forth, and he's still figuring out how to brake. It's a work in progress. So he didn't quite brake so well. And he tipped over. In slow-motion, so he was fine--and I wasn't worried about him, but P on the other hand....She watched her brother tip over and got so upset that her big bro could have gotten hurt. I swear, I had to comfort P more than T for T's accident. And it's totally cheesy, but I just wanted to take a snapshot of that memory (which, with T on the ground under his bike and P crying at the site seemed mean so I didn't) to remember the utter sweetness of the moment. T wanted to know why P was crying because she wasn't hurt - and we just had to say "because she's just worried about you, T." I hope that they always are this protective about each other.

The second moment of the day was just a classic "what 4 year olds say" moment. At dinner tonight, the hubs was busy telling T how good at everything. Everything. Except golf. T comes over to me and in a stage whisper and says, "I think daddy is kidding." Why yes, T, I believe you are correct. Classic.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Well Hello Again....And a Bath Story

Hello old friends! 

You may be surprised to hear it, but we do still exist. After the break of 2014 (blame it on the 3's), we've decided to give sharing our stories about our oh-so-angelic children a whirl again.

So how better to start off my stint at capturing these moments forever and ever than by sharing yet another bath story? Yes, it appears there is a pretty consistent theme in my kiddos lives around baths. 

The hubby was out of town for work -- so my aunt came over for some adult company. After dinner, I had to go through the usual routine of "choices" for bathtime with T. The common options were tossed out: "Do you want to take a bath with P?" "Do you want to take a bath after I'm done putting P to bed?" and I threw out the 3rd option: "Or, do you want Aunt E to give you a bath?" He's been really into taking a bath with P lately (probably because he likes to try to balance rubber duckies on her head), so I was pretty surprised when he choose option 3. 

I think my aunt was too. 

She fessed up to him that she had never given a kid a bath before and didn't know how to do it. So I told him he'd have to tell her how. His response? "Just wash what's dirty."

Well when you put it that way, yea, I guess it really is that simple.

Finally. A bathtime success story. 

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Toddler musings

My most-recent favorite need-to-write-down-so-I-don't-forget-them lines by T, 3.5 years old:

  1. “Namaste, mommy.” Full with pressed palms. As I sat down for a one-on-one dinner with him one evening. Mommy doesn’t do yoga, so mommy wasn’t sure of the correct response. “Namaste, T?
  2. “Is she sitting on your phone?” His totally literal response to my comment that his sister was really FEELING the music (Which just happened to be “All About That Bass” by Meghan Trainor) since she was going all crazy clapping and bobbing her head to the song.
  3. "North America." When asked what a baby cat was called. And they say kids today don't know their geography. 
  4.  “I really missed you when you were gone, mommy.” My greeting when I got back from NY this past weekend. Heart melted. To be followed up the next day with a conversation: “Did you miss us, mommy?” Yes, T. Did you miss me? “No, I was very busy having fun.” Guess he was over it.
Considering this is the first time I've actually gotten my act together to jot down these must-remember conversations and he's 3.5 years old (and that his sister is fast on her way to having her own) -- and these are the only ones I actually remember after swearing I'd never forget them....I think I need to keep a pen with me all the time. Or at least a phone to jot it down on. Oh wait....

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Musical Mom Fail.

Since I’m big into singing along in the car at full volume and – ask my husband – car dancing when the music hits me, I’ve been very careful over the past year or so about the music I download. You know, being cognizant that little human beings are driving along with me and listening to the same music I am – so I am trying to watch the words.

This means I’ve taken extra special care to search out and only download the “E” versions of songs on iTunes.

So I’ve been thinking lately, “Wow! I know we’re getting immune to seeing and hearing lots of stuff these days, but they are getting away with saying MORE AND MORE bad words on these ‘E for Everyone’ songs.”

What’s that, you say? “E” isn’t for “everyone”? It’s for “Explicit”?


Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Green Tiger

T has a ton of stuffed animals. Lots of cute ones. Small, medium, huge, dogs, fish, sharks, you name it, he's got it. And could care less. He doesn't seem to be a stuffed animal person.

Until a girl won a funny little green tiger from one of those cheapo stuffed animal claw machines at our local Fuddruckers. She didn't want it, so she gave it to him. This little action may just have made his life fully complete. He has slept with it - and not just with it -- but cuddling with it -- every single night since, for 3 months now. He talks about the green tiger, he loves the green tiger, he wants to take it to soccer practice with him.

That 5 cent stuffed animal is worth its weight in gold. Who'da thunk it.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Winning Parenting Advice

I know, it's been forever since I sat down and wrote anything about life. Rest assured, we are still plugging along, my three year old is still fiesty (to put it mildly), and the newbie isn't so new anymore. In fact, as of today, she's 5 teeth into life. Crazy.

Despite the fact that this story is not from yesterday, its mommy-winning aspect is good enough that it's still worth sharing. So here I go.

I get a little worried, probably because I'm a mom, about my kiddo sometimes. When he's not tantruming, he happens to be pretty mild and quiet - so I worry that his shyness is going to work against him and he's going to end up being one of the kids that gets picked on. I was a quiet, passive kid and I turned out ok (right?) but somehow it seems harder to me to be a boy who doesn't stand-up for himself than a girl. So anyway - he came home a couple times from school recently saying he'd been getting picked on and I wasn't sure if it was something to take with a grain of salt (apparently all the kids like to throw sand at each other daily in the sandbox -- just lovely) or start to worry about. I asked the teacher's assistant and she didn't seem to think it was a big deal -- but I'm a mommy and mommies worry. 

So I ask around for advice and get some advice that I thought was really good from a friend. I start telling T to use his words if a kid isn't being nice to him. I tell him he can use his "outside" voice to tell the meanie to stop, and if the kid continues to be mean - he has to tell the kid that if the kid keeps up being a meanie, he won't want to be the kid's friend anymore. That seems to be pretty sound advice for a 3-year old traversing the crazy ins-and-outs of post-naptime playground politics right?

Flash forward to the very same week. Maybe 2 days later? Maybe the very next day? I arrive at school to pick T up and get greeted by the TA. They are letting all the parents know that there is basically a new EPIDEMIC on the playground of kids yelling at each other that they don't want to be friends with each other anymore. They don't know how this behavior got started, but they're coaching the parents - telling them to tell their kids not to tell others they don't want to be friends. Oops.

So, what does this momma do? I fess up. I tell them that the "I don't want to be friends with you if you do that" was my very own advice to my child. Apparently, he does stand up for himself since his entire class was spouting my advice to one another within 24 hours.  And I might be a bad parent for thinking it -- but I still think it was good advice. I mean, really. What better way to tell a fellow 3-year old you mean business than threatening to not play trucks with them? It actually seems like it has some meaning to a toddler, unlike teaching him to hit back or follow the TA's advice that they tell each other "they needed a break." 

Apparently though, I have some teachable moments to learn.