We have a cute little plastic plate and bowl set that the kids use all the time. It has a monster theme and the silly pictures are all over. The bowl has just one large picture on the bottom and every time Vivian picks out that bowl to use she points at the monster and says "Mama!"
I'm not certain if she is referring to our similar looks or more to a personality thing...
Saturday, April 30, 2011
The Royal Wedding
No, I didn't watch it. I have a life. No, scratch that. I have no life, I have kids. Who had time to watch the wedding? Moms of older kids, women who are not moms and men who wish they were women.
No, no, I was sleeping. Catching up on my rest before another marathon day with a toddler embracing her terrible twos and a five year old who is regressing back to them. They do everything together. Its sweet, really it is...I have to keep a constant stream of positive thoughts going in my head.
Another reason I did NOT watch it is because IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME! I WAS MEANT FOR WILLIAM AND ROYALTY AND TIARAS AND A NANNY FOR THE KIDS! ME ME ME (tantrum tactics learned from Vivian)!
Did you have time to watch it? Did you drink tea and wear a hat while you did?
No, no, I was sleeping. Catching up on my rest before another marathon day with a toddler embracing her terrible twos and a five year old who is regressing back to them. They do everything together. Its sweet, really it is...I have to keep a constant stream of positive thoughts going in my head.
Another reason I did NOT watch it is because IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME! I WAS MEANT FOR WILLIAM AND ROYALTY AND TIARAS AND A NANNY FOR THE KIDS! ME ME ME (tantrum tactics learned from Vivian)!
Did you have time to watch it? Did you drink tea and wear a hat while you did?
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Out of the Mouths of Babes
I love my son's simplified view of the world. At five he has already discovered some truths that many adults have yet to realize. Recently Flip has been copying Vivian's rebellion that parents refer to as the Terrible Twos. Apparently Flip wants to revert back to the Dark Ages - that's how I remember his rebellion.
I was getting on to him again and he eventually surrendered in the form of the crumpled cry (where the child's limbs give out and then crumple to the ground while scrunching their face and emitting horrible sounds and copious amounts of tears). VICTORY! Its actually not my goal to reach this outcome, they both do it all on their own.
After he calms down Flip tells me, "Mom, I don't know why I do bad stuff, the world gives me bad stuff and I just do it." To which I respond, "Well, were do good things come from?" "From God and Jesus," he states. Wow! He is only 5 and he has figured out what took me years. But that's not it, he sums it up like this: "If you want good things and not bad things then you have to ask Jesus."
There you have it.
I was getting on to him again and he eventually surrendered in the form of the crumpled cry (where the child's limbs give out and then crumple to the ground while scrunching their face and emitting horrible sounds and copious amounts of tears). VICTORY! Its actually not my goal to reach this outcome, they both do it all on their own.
After he calms down Flip tells me, "Mom, I don't know why I do bad stuff, the world gives me bad stuff and I just do it." To which I respond, "Well, were do good things come from?" "From God and Jesus," he states. Wow! He is only 5 and he has figured out what took me years. But that's not it, he sums it up like this: "If you want good things and not bad things then you have to ask Jesus."
There you have it.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Small Talk and Other Things
If you love to talk then parenthood is an excellent pastime for you. If you like to be loud or perhaps making strange noises to get reactions is your specialty, then seriously, consider parenthood! Maybe you are forgetful so you often find yourself repeating information over and over again, if this is already your lifestyle then adding parenting to your list will be a breeze.
If your a slob then try parenthood. If you enjoy the illusion of control then parenthood may be right for you. If you are consistent and the idea of a 18-22 year long project sounds like your cup of tea, then I suggest having a child.
Now, if you are immature and easily angered don't try this at home! If you are selfish or have ADD, I suggest getting a pet first (start with a fish) before trying out for a kid. If you loose your temper a lot, then parenthood will only hone in that skill. If you are mild mannered and have a long fuse then you can say goodbye to that as soon as your kids start walking and talking. If you like to drink then nothing will really change once you have kids. If you enjoy peace and quiet then you're better off not bothering with kids.
If you are crazy, then you will have more than one child.
If your a slob then try parenthood. If you enjoy the illusion of control then parenthood may be right for you. If you are consistent and the idea of a 18-22 year long project sounds like your cup of tea, then I suggest having a child.
Now, if you are immature and easily angered don't try this at home! If you are selfish or have ADD, I suggest getting a pet first (start with a fish) before trying out for a kid. If you loose your temper a lot, then parenthood will only hone in that skill. If you are mild mannered and have a long fuse then you can say goodbye to that as soon as your kids start walking and talking. If you like to drink then nothing will really change once you have kids. If you enjoy peace and quiet then you're better off not bothering with kids.
If you are crazy, then you will have more than one child.
Monday, April 25, 2011
As seen on TV!
There are stories you hear and you think there is no way that really happened. Well this story may not be that fantastic, but it was certainly comical...
After an evening walk, Dexter let the dog off the leash and I went to water my garden. Flip went across the street to talk to a neighbor with Dexter and I thought Vivian had followed me. Of course, she didn't.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of movement. I turned to see Vivian climbing in her stroller as it is barrelling down the driveway - the brake had failed! I screamed and Dexter turned to see what was the matter. We both break out into a run to get her before she rolls into the street.
Before either of us can reach her the stroller slams into the mailbox. Saving her from rolling into the street was its final, noble act. Vivian cried but only because she was scared. I blamed Dexter for not paying more attention because that's my favorite thing to do. And the mailbox was retired - which is really the best part of the story. It was on my list of things to replace when we bought our house since it was hideous. A nice happy ending, don't you think?
After an evening walk, Dexter let the dog off the leash and I went to water my garden. Flip went across the street to talk to a neighbor with Dexter and I thought Vivian had followed me. Of course, she didn't.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of movement. I turned to see Vivian climbing in her stroller as it is barrelling down the driveway - the brake had failed! I screamed and Dexter turned to see what was the matter. We both break out into a run to get her before she rolls into the street.
Before either of us can reach her the stroller slams into the mailbox. Saving her from rolling into the street was its final, noble act. Vivian cried but only because she was scared. I blamed Dexter for not paying more attention because that's my favorite thing to do. And the mailbox was retired - which is really the best part of the story. It was on my list of things to replace when we bought our house since it was hideous. A nice happy ending, don't you think?
Friday, April 22, 2011
Car seat, Schmar seat
I was driving down the road fast because I had already dropped Flip off at preschool and realized I forgot something. I turn around and then I hear it...THE CRY. I know that cry because the sound has been burned into my memory. It is the siren that goes off before the flood gates open. And I know what is coming after it...VOMIT, lots of it.
Poor Vivian hardly touched her breakfast and now I know why. But knowing why isn't that satisfactory because I also knew I was going to be cleaning up barf. She did it for a good 45 seconds. And as I tried to control my gag reflex long enough to get home I wondered where it all came from since she didn't eat much that morning.
While I suppressed the urge to up-chuck myself, I got Vivian out and took her to the bath. She cried and cried. Poor kid, she must have felt horrible. After she was cleaned and dressed I went to the car. Gosh it reeked. I was saying lots of bad words about the inhumanly tight harness that secured the seat. I finally got the seat out and thinking the hard part was through was a little relieved.
Oh, but no the hard part was getting the cover off the car seat. Once again I discovered I had bought a baby item that was designed by someone who has never had a child or perhaps a man that paid little attention to his. The cover would not come off. I tried and tried, but it wouldn't stretch or give. I pried a little portion off the seat and saw why...it is sown on.
What kind of idiot doesn't foresee the need to remove and wash these things? SERIOUSLY! Eventually I gave up and got the scissors and cut the material away from the plastic backing. I bleached that sucker and hosed off the plastic part.
Vivian is fine now. In fact she bounced right back after a nap. I cant say the same for the car seat cover. I probably will have to sow on some snaps to fasten it back properly. What a great idea...snaps on baby items for easy removal. Works on Onsies and car seats!
I need to patten this...
Poor Vivian hardly touched her breakfast and now I know why. But knowing why isn't that satisfactory because I also knew I was going to be cleaning up barf. She did it for a good 45 seconds. And as I tried to control my gag reflex long enough to get home I wondered where it all came from since she didn't eat much that morning.
While I suppressed the urge to up-chuck myself, I got Vivian out and took her to the bath. She cried and cried. Poor kid, she must have felt horrible. After she was cleaned and dressed I went to the car. Gosh it reeked. I was saying lots of bad words about the inhumanly tight harness that secured the seat. I finally got the seat out and thinking the hard part was through was a little relieved.
Oh, but no the hard part was getting the cover off the car seat. Once again I discovered I had bought a baby item that was designed by someone who has never had a child or perhaps a man that paid little attention to his. The cover would not come off. I tried and tried, but it wouldn't stretch or give. I pried a little portion off the seat and saw why...it is sown on.
What kind of idiot doesn't foresee the need to remove and wash these things? SERIOUSLY! Eventually I gave up and got the scissors and cut the material away from the plastic backing. I bleached that sucker and hosed off the plastic part.
Vivian is fine now. In fact she bounced right back after a nap. I cant say the same for the car seat cover. I probably will have to sow on some snaps to fasten it back properly. What a great idea...snaps on baby items for easy removal. Works on Onsies and car seats!
I need to patten this...
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