Owen was still a little sick this last weekend and ended up sleeping with me off and on all night friday. He had to have everypart of his self touching me, all-night-long!! Cute, but not sleep conducive for me.
He was in their room Saturday night and I went to peek in on him as I went to bed. I came in right as he was trying to climb over his sister and get into her bed to have someone to sleep with. TOO ADORABLE!! Gwendolyn was waking up at the same time and asking "Owwwwen, what are you doing?" I grabbed him off and tucked him back into his bed with a kiss and hug.
Such a sweet cuddle bug.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
In-State travel is doomed
Last summer we tried to travel as a family and I ended up with an ectopic pregnancy and had to fly home. This winter we drove to Anchorage and had to cut our trip short due to hand foot mouth disease rearing its ugly head 20 minutes from our destination.
This weekend we took the motorhome to Anchorage for a hockey tournament for Matt. Gwendolyn was just getting past the worst of her cold and Owen was just starting. I was chalking up Owens fever to the same thing Gwendolyn just had. Today it progressed worse and he looked so miserable. He had a rash on his cheeks and his arms were starting to show signs of rash. Doing what any mother of my generation does, I googled his symptoms. Scarlet fever and fifths disease were the two possibilities. We decided that it was enough to warrent a trip to an unknown location containing an unknown doctor.
He was a terror for the poor dr, crying if she even looked at him. She was able to see well enough into his mouth during a scream to see the misery he was in. Yep, strep throat was the verdict. She gave me the option of amoxacillian twice a day for 10 days or ONE shot in the leg. Heck yeah I will take the shot option. He didn't like my choice, but it was so much better than trying to force medicine into him. That normally results in him barfing up half of what I give him. 5 hours later and he is back to his normal self and the rash is almost gone. Amazing. I just hope he doesn't give it back to Gwendolyn. We should be good to go in the next couple days that we will be able to have fun during out weekend.
But I am starting to think there is a curse on our In-State travels.
This weekend we took the motorhome to Anchorage for a hockey tournament for Matt. Gwendolyn was just getting past the worst of her cold and Owen was just starting. I was chalking up Owens fever to the same thing Gwendolyn just had. Today it progressed worse and he looked so miserable. He had a rash on his cheeks and his arms were starting to show signs of rash. Doing what any mother of my generation does, I googled his symptoms. Scarlet fever and fifths disease were the two possibilities. We decided that it was enough to warrent a trip to an unknown location containing an unknown doctor.
He was a terror for the poor dr, crying if she even looked at him. She was able to see well enough into his mouth during a scream to see the misery he was in. Yep, strep throat was the verdict. She gave me the option of amoxacillian twice a day for 10 days or ONE shot in the leg. Heck yeah I will take the shot option. He didn't like my choice, but it was so much better than trying to force medicine into him. That normally results in him barfing up half of what I give him. 5 hours later and he is back to his normal self and the rash is almost gone. Amazing. I just hope he doesn't give it back to Gwendolyn. We should be good to go in the next couple days that we will be able to have fun during out weekend.
But I am starting to think there is a curse on our In-State travels.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
She must be listening....
I brought Gwendolyn to a work function with me last night. I was present to parents and teens about the consequenses of minor consuming alcohol. I was co-presenting with a PTA mom who has a daughter with a DUI as a senior at that high school. Gwendolyn was listening as the other lady was giving her scare story. At one point in the lecture the lady used the word "stupid" and Gwendolyn turned to me and wispered "that lady said a bad word". I was just please that she realized it was not a nice word.
Though I am afraid I may have taught that very word to Owen this past week while driving him around. There were many stupid drivers and I felt the need to make the profound statement that they were stupid, even though they couldn't hear me. I felt a little better, till I remembered my son was sitting behind me. Oops, it has to be a little better than teaching Gwendolyn "dammit".
Though I am afraid I may have taught that very word to Owen this past week while driving him around. There were many stupid drivers and I felt the need to make the profound statement that they were stupid, even though they couldn't hear me. I felt a little better, till I remembered my son was sitting behind me. Oops, it has to be a little better than teaching Gwendolyn "dammit".
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
polite, lazy, and stubborn....
That sums up my boy!!
He will bless anyone who sneezes and even pulls off a "bless you" for himself, too cute.
But that child will NOT climb the stairs by himself. I will leave him down there for upwards of 20-30 minutes, crying his fool head off while I promise and threaten from the top. Will.Not.Move!! I normally go get him and then put his snotty face in time out in his room.
Does not change a thing!! This is where the stubborn title comes into play. If he does not want to do something, it aint happening.
Polite, Lazy, Stubborn, but darn cute!!
He will bless anyone who sneezes and even pulls off a "bless you" for himself, too cute.
But that child will NOT climb the stairs by himself. I will leave him down there for upwards of 20-30 minutes, crying his fool head off while I promise and threaten from the top. Will.Not.Move!! I normally go get him and then put his snotty face in time out in his room.
Does not change a thing!! This is where the stubborn title comes into play. If he does not want to do something, it aint happening.
Polite, Lazy, Stubborn, but darn cute!!
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Seperation Anxiety at 4 years old??
I don't understand this new change that Gwendolyn is going through. She has always been this super outgoing, doesn't need mom, kind of girl. It started on Easter Sunday, she was happy to be going to Church, practically skipped up to the door of the church. The second we enter the doors she put her brakes on and wouldn't move and wouldn't look up, just kept saying she was scared. We were late and the Church was packed, so I didn't handle it well, I just dragged her crying self to a seat and scolded her odd behavior. She then didn't want to see her Grandma who was sitting with us and didn't want to go to the nursery where Owen was. Once we got her to the nursery, she sat by the door for the first half of Church before she would go play and join in. I tried talking with her about it later and all she would say is she was scared. Yesterday I went to drop them off at the daycare lady they go to one day a week. She has been fine going there for many months, once she got used to it. Yesterday, not so much. From the minute she woke up she insisted she didn't want to go the Cheryls, she wanted to go to Grandmas. I tried letting her know that wasn't an option, grandma had work to do. She was quiet on the way to Cheryls and started whining once we were there that she didn't want to stay. I tried letting her know she could call me at work anytime she wanted and that Daddy would be home from snowmachining that night and we would all play a game together. Still crying and clinging bad. Owen is off playing, amazingly enough. I don't know what to make of it and finally just leave her there like that. I call later and Cheryl said she was just fine minutes after I left. It hurt like hell leaving her there like that though. Again this morning with the pre-school drop off. Normally she runs in ahead of me and is gone, I have to hunt her down for a kiss good-bye. Nope, she wanted to be carried, she didn't want to go off and play even though two little girls (Callie and Bethany) each came up and asked her to go play with them. I held her and hugged her, thinking she just needed a minute of that. Never got better or out of her funk. Finally just handed her off to her teacher and left with her crying. This SUCKS and I want it to end. I talked with my cousin for a few minutes after drop-off and was able to peek in and see that she was fine, sitting a little off from the circle, but fine. I just wonder what sort of effect me bailing on her is having on her poor little mental state and motherly bond. I get the anxiety when there is a change and she is just starting a new routine, but we have been doing this same thing for over a year.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Baby conversation with my oldest baby
I was busy getting ready for work on Friday and Gwendolyn was watching. She pokes me in the belly button and I tell her to stop.
G - Is there a baby in there?
M - No (thanks alot kid) it is just mommy
G - Why isn't there a baby in there, I want there to be a baby in there.
M - (I'll give her the excuse that Matt gives me, LOL) We don't have room for another baby, we have 2 bedroom and 2 kids and 2 parents, no room for more (yet??)
G - (Thinks for a split second) I'll just sleep on the couch and when the baby cries I will get up with the baby and will rock the baby (picture her little body bouncing back and forth) and will pat the baby (picture her patting a imaginary baby in her arms) and will make the baby happy and I will bring the baby to you if the baby needs you.
M - You are preaching to the choir, you need to talk to your father.....
G - Why (damn perpetual whhhhyyyyyyyyy)
I did relay the conversation to Matt that afternoon and he teased me that I am turning the kids against him, with a smile on his face.
G - Is there a baby in there?
M - No (thanks alot kid) it is just mommy
G - Why isn't there a baby in there, I want there to be a baby in there.
M - (I'll give her the excuse that Matt gives me, LOL) We don't have room for another baby, we have 2 bedroom and 2 kids and 2 parents, no room for more (yet??)
G - (Thinks for a split second) I'll just sleep on the couch and when the baby cries I will get up with the baby and will rock the baby (picture her little body bouncing back and forth) and will pat the baby (picture her patting a imaginary baby in her arms) and will make the baby happy and I will bring the baby to you if the baby needs you.
M - You are preaching to the choir, you need to talk to your father.....
G - Why (damn perpetual whhhhyyyyyyyyy)
I did relay the conversation to Matt that afternoon and he teased me that I am turning the kids against him, with a smile on his face.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Owen favorites
"I like this cookie Momma"
Owen had the priveledge of his first Oreo the other day and after asking for more and more, as I was distributing 1/2 a cookie at a time, he proclaimed the above statement. Normally you can only pick out a few words out of every statement, but each one of these were crystal clear :)
He received a Buzz Lightyear costume to wear for his sisters birthday party. He was in a slight waking up daze when he was first shoved into the costume. That quickly turned to awe of what he now was. He has a Buzz alterego and becomes an animal with a goofy sense of humor and it is amusing to watch when wear Buzz.
Owen had the priveledge of his first Oreo the other day and after asking for more and more, as I was distributing 1/2 a cookie at a time, he proclaimed the above statement. Normally you can only pick out a few words out of every statement, but each one of these were crystal clear :)
He received a Buzz Lightyear costume to wear for his sisters birthday party. He was in a slight waking up daze when he was first shoved into the costume. That quickly turned to awe of what he now was. He has a Buzz alterego and becomes an animal with a goofy sense of humor and it is amusing to watch when wear Buzz.
Monday, March 10, 2008
4 years later
and I can't imagine life prior to you.
You have the ability to make me smile and cry in the same breath. To make me pull out my hair in fustration the only a daughter can do to a mother, while laughing till it hurts.
You have a thing for skirts and dresses, yellow color makes for a perfect outfit. You can be found singing random made-up songs or ones we listen to often. You like when your skirts can swirl because you are often twirling around and the skirt gives the added effect you desire. You are most content wearing a long sleeve t-shirt (a warm shirt) and your grandmothers slip from when she was a little girl. This is your idea of perfect pj's or house clothes. Fortunately, grandma has a few and we cycle through them at both houses.
You love your little brother on your terms, meaning you can be a big stinker to him, just because you can. I think it must be written into the big sister manual that only big sisters get to see. You fondly call him BubbaJoe Owen, since that is what you have heard me say to him for the last 2 years. He is now correcting you that he is in fact "Owen".
You have a true talent at swimming and gymnastics and have just started showing your natural ability with motorized toys. You and Owen received a 4-wheeler for Christmas and you can whip that around Aapa's yard and throw your weight to make the back end wing around without stopping. All while wearing a skirt under your snowpants.
You had a very specific dress in mind for your costume party 4th birthday. It had to have purple and ribbons and feathers, down to here with feathers up to there. You would spend 5 minutes telling anyone who would listen what this dress was going to look like. You are blessed enough to have a Grandmother with the talent to make this happen. You two spent the weeks leading up to your birthday designing and constructing this dress during Owens naps. Mommy wasn't allowed to see it till the big day. It came out stunning!!
Your little brother got to dress up as his hero, Buzz Lightyear
Your Grandmother had one more trick up her sleeve, she made you the best cake!! A princess castle that tasted as good as it looked.
Suddenly you think 4 means all grown up and it makes me wonder how much you were looking forward to this birthday. You can now be found saying "I'm a big girl now" and thinking you don't have to ask permission for anything anymore. We will soon put that theory on the right track.
For now, I will enjoy every minute and pray to slow it down and take it all in.
I love you Gwendolyn Mary, sweet baby girl!!
You have the ability to make me smile and cry in the same breath. To make me pull out my hair in fustration the only a daughter can do to a mother, while laughing till it hurts.
You have a thing for skirts and dresses, yellow color makes for a perfect outfit. You can be found singing random made-up songs or ones we listen to often. You like when your skirts can swirl because you are often twirling around and the skirt gives the added effect you desire. You are most content wearing a long sleeve t-shirt (a warm shirt) and your grandmothers slip from when she was a little girl. This is your idea of perfect pj's or house clothes. Fortunately, grandma has a few and we cycle through them at both houses.
You love your little brother on your terms, meaning you can be a big stinker to him, just because you can. I think it must be written into the big sister manual that only big sisters get to see. You fondly call him BubbaJoe Owen, since that is what you have heard me say to him for the last 2 years. He is now correcting you that he is in fact "Owen".
You have a true talent at swimming and gymnastics and have just started showing your natural ability with motorized toys. You and Owen received a 4-wheeler for Christmas and you can whip that around Aapa's yard and throw your weight to make the back end wing around without stopping. All while wearing a skirt under your snowpants.
You had a very specific dress in mind for your costume party 4th birthday. It had to have purple and ribbons and feathers, down to here with feathers up to there. You would spend 5 minutes telling anyone who would listen what this dress was going to look like. You are blessed enough to have a Grandmother with the talent to make this happen. You two spent the weeks leading up to your birthday designing and constructing this dress during Owens naps. Mommy wasn't allowed to see it till the big day. It came out stunning!!
Your little brother got to dress up as his hero, Buzz Lightyear
Your Grandmother had one more trick up her sleeve, she made you the best cake!! A princess castle that tasted as good as it looked.
Suddenly you think 4 means all grown up and it makes me wonder how much you were looking forward to this birthday. You can now be found saying "I'm a big girl now" and thinking you don't have to ask permission for anything anymore. We will soon put that theory on the right track.
For now, I will enjoy every minute and pray to slow it down and take it all in.
I love you Gwendolyn Mary, sweet baby girl!!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Weekend of snow playing
We had lots of family fun last Sunday in the snow. There was general playing around and swinging and sliding. Then we got down to business sledding down the driveway, daddy and the kids, and mommy would follow with the snowmachine and pull them back up on sleds hooked to my snowmachine. Kinda hick and cheating, but we lasted longer that way, it is a long driveway and steep enough to sled well.
Then we decided to ride out to the road and get the newspaper, one mile away.
Gwendolyn is the caboose
Owen and I are in the middle, he is curled up in a ball on my lap at this point because he is cold.
And Matt is driving us
My self portrait sucked so I'm not posting it :)
Then we decided to ride out to the road and get the newspaper, one mile away.
Gwendolyn is the caboose
Owen and I are in the middle, he is curled up in a ball on my lap at this point because he is cold.
And Matt is driving us
My self portrait sucked so I'm not posting it :)
Pictures promised
The ill fated vacation to Anchorage that wasn't a vacation
My sweet valentines
Owen and I at our breakfast, that I hope to make a tradition out of
Gwendolyn is her pretty dress Grandma made her, she wore it for three days in a row, at various times of the days
My sweet valentines
Owen and I at our breakfast, that I hope to make a tradition out of
Gwendolyn is her pretty dress Grandma made her, she wore it for three days in a row, at various times of the days
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Boasty Bunch
I know this is boasting, but I was so proud of myself so that negates some of the boasting.
I decided to get crafty and sew Gwendolyn a skirt. She loves yellow (not sure why, not my favorite at all) and I had some cute yellow flannel with red roses embroidered on it. It was a very basic pattern of three tiers. Turned out cute and she had a matching red long sleeve t-shirt to go with.
My point is, I went to drop her off at school this morning and one of the teachers commented that it was cute and I (bragging inside) pipe up with I made it last night. Both teachers look at me with mouths open, "oh you made it last night, when I want something new for my kids I have to go to Fred Meyer and you just whip something up. Lucky girl." I love that I can do this for her and that she will wear it as I am sure that will change. I am no where near the ability that her Grandma is, but I am enjoying learning.
Although I have been having to throw down with my new Serger and I am not winning. That thing is stupid and complicated. I couldn't get it to do the rolled hem and I seriously spent 3 hours rethreading and trying again. It kept snapping thread, I would change the tension, still snapping. I took it to the store, rolled a perfect hem, kid.you.not!! Won't now though, back to snapping thread. I decide screw it, table the rolling hem thing for a while, now I can't even get it to do overlock hems. I give up for now, but I will be back for another round. My plain Kenmore sewing machine doesn't do this to me, old faithful.
I decided to get crafty and sew Gwendolyn a skirt. She loves yellow (not sure why, not my favorite at all) and I had some cute yellow flannel with red roses embroidered on it. It was a very basic pattern of three tiers. Turned out cute and she had a matching red long sleeve t-shirt to go with.
My point is, I went to drop her off at school this morning and one of the teachers commented that it was cute and I (bragging inside) pipe up with I made it last night. Both teachers look at me with mouths open, "oh you made it last night, when I want something new for my kids I have to go to Fred Meyer and you just whip something up. Lucky girl." I love that I can do this for her and that she will wear it as I am sure that will change. I am no where near the ability that her Grandma is, but I am enjoying learning.
Although I have been having to throw down with my new Serger and I am not winning. That thing is stupid and complicated. I couldn't get it to do the rolled hem and I seriously spent 3 hours rethreading and trying again. It kept snapping thread, I would change the tension, still snapping. I took it to the store, rolled a perfect hem, kid.you.not!! Won't now though, back to snapping thread. I decide screw it, table the rolling hem thing for a while, now I can't even get it to do overlock hems. I give up for now, but I will be back for another round. My plain Kenmore sewing machine doesn't do this to me, old faithful.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Valentines with my sweeties
It was a wonderful day overall.
Matt left at 7am to drive to Canada for a hockey tournament, so I gave him his valentines present the night before, a new movie for the road trip. We are not consistant on V-day gifts, so I had no expectation of a gift. I just assumed, kinda to not get my hopes up, that I wasn't getting anything since he wouldn't be here. I went to load school Valentine party crap in the Yukon in the morning and there was a beautiful vase full of red roses (how cliche, but I'll take it) and a card there. He said there was a rose for every year he has loved me and 3 for Sassy (G) and 2 for Bubba (O) and 1 from the furry one (Duke the dog). It was so sweet!!! The sentiment was wonderful and I needed it.
After I dropped Gwendolyn at school, Owen took me to breakfast at Dennys and we had a nice time together. We then ran errands and went back to school for Gwendolyns party. Grandma Mary had made her this beautiful valentine dress and she looked so sweet, I really need to download the pictures from my camera.
After work was done in the evening, I went to pick the kids up and the inlaws were already done with dinner but had a plate made up for me. The table was all cute with candles and flowers. It was sweet that they made the effort for each other and they shared it with my kids and then me. It was yummy chicken cordon bleu and potatoes and poached pears with a yummy sauce and whipped cream.
Then Gwendolyn chose last night to sleep in my bed while Daddy is gone. She didn't last long on Daddy's side of the bed, but yet neither does he. It was nice to snuggle her all night.
Matt called to check in from White Horse, they are on to Dawson City today for the weekend of tournaments.
Matt left at 7am to drive to Canada for a hockey tournament, so I gave him his valentines present the night before, a new movie for the road trip. We are not consistant on V-day gifts, so I had no expectation of a gift. I just assumed, kinda to not get my hopes up, that I wasn't getting anything since he wouldn't be here. I went to load school Valentine party crap in the Yukon in the morning and there was a beautiful vase full of red roses (how cliche, but I'll take it) and a card there. He said there was a rose for every year he has loved me and 3 for Sassy (G) and 2 for Bubba (O) and 1 from the furry one (Duke the dog). It was so sweet!!! The sentiment was wonderful and I needed it.
After I dropped Gwendolyn at school, Owen took me to breakfast at Dennys and we had a nice time together. We then ran errands and went back to school for Gwendolyns party. Grandma Mary had made her this beautiful valentine dress and she looked so sweet, I really need to download the pictures from my camera.
After work was done in the evening, I went to pick the kids up and the inlaws were already done with dinner but had a plate made up for me. The table was all cute with candles and flowers. It was sweet that they made the effort for each other and they shared it with my kids and then me. It was yummy chicken cordon bleu and potatoes and poached pears with a yummy sauce and whipped cream.
Then Gwendolyn chose last night to sleep in my bed while Daddy is gone. She didn't last long on Daddy's side of the bed, but yet neither does he. It was nice to snuggle her all night.
Matt called to check in from White Horse, they are on to Dawson City today for the weekend of tournaments.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Kids quips at dinner
Owen dropped his fruit cup container on the floor and followed up with "uh-oh daisy"
Such a cute attempt at oopsie daisy.
Gwendolyn didn't want to eat the fajitas that I made because "spicy food makes her ears water" ??? What????
Daddy decided that she was trying to say the it makes your eyes water, but she was pretty sure about her response.
Such a cute attempt at oopsie daisy.
Gwendolyn didn't want to eat the fajitas that I made because "spicy food makes her ears water" ??? What????
Daddy decided that she was trying to say the it makes your eyes water, but she was pretty sure about her response.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Weekend getaway from hell
Matt and I decided at 11:30 thursday night that it was too freaking cold (-45) and we ought to get away for the weekend to Anchorage. Sounded fabulous. We each called into work on friday for a mental health day and load up into the Yukon. We called first to see if we could stay with the Anchorage crew.
The drive down went great, got warmer the further south we went. Right around the start of Eagle River, half an hour from our destination of Anchorage and all our fun weekend plans, Owen started complaining about his feet and wouldn't eat his goldfish, he kept chewing and spitting them out. Oh NO, the hand, foot, mouth disease they were exposed to on Monday (the one day a week they go to daycare) and I thought they had escaped, was rearing it's ugly head. I call my mom and she calls around to hotels for us. I call Cassie and let her know we will not be staying there, in fact we will be keeping our distance from her four kids. I count my blessings that we discovered HFM disease prior to getting to their house, I would have felt horrible if we exposed them.
So, after we spent 6 hours in the car, in car seats restrained, we will now go lock the kids in a hotel room and convince them that this is our fun trip. Since we are now driving home tomorrow after doing NOTHING FUN!! I do have pictures of the room and the kids on the drive, LOL.
The drive home was less enjoyable for all, there was nothing to look forward to. But all in all, they were champs and the DVD player the came in the Yukon is to be worshipped. They are feeling pretty good and I would have to estimate that they both have very mild versions of the disease. Gwendolyn has a couple sores in her mouth and on her hands and Owen complains about his mouth, but shows no signs.
Such is life with kids....
The drive down went great, got warmer the further south we went. Right around the start of Eagle River, half an hour from our destination of Anchorage and all our fun weekend plans, Owen started complaining about his feet and wouldn't eat his goldfish, he kept chewing and spitting them out. Oh NO, the hand, foot, mouth disease they were exposed to on Monday (the one day a week they go to daycare) and I thought they had escaped, was rearing it's ugly head. I call my mom and she calls around to hotels for us. I call Cassie and let her know we will not be staying there, in fact we will be keeping our distance from her four kids. I count my blessings that we discovered HFM disease prior to getting to their house, I would have felt horrible if we exposed them.
So, after we spent 6 hours in the car, in car seats restrained, we will now go lock the kids in a hotel room and convince them that this is our fun trip. Since we are now driving home tomorrow after doing NOTHING FUN!! I do have pictures of the room and the kids on the drive, LOL.
The drive home was less enjoyable for all, there was nothing to look forward to. But all in all, they were champs and the DVD player the came in the Yukon is to be worshipped. They are feeling pretty good and I would have to estimate that they both have very mild versions of the disease. Gwendolyn has a couple sores in her mouth and on her hands and Owen complains about his mouth, but shows no signs.
Such is life with kids....
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Things I do right as Mommy
I tell my children everyday that I love them
I give them hugs and kisses everyday
I sneak in their room every night, a few times, and retuck them in bed and make sure they are covered up
I smile at them
I answer thier endless questions
I set boundaries for them
I love thier father
I teach them what a family is
I take them to Church (most weeks)
I foster a relationship with thier grandparents
I make sure they have a roof over thier heads and food in thier bellies, when Owen will comply and eat (stubborn boy)
Again, most importantly, I love them and they know it.
I give them hugs and kisses everyday
I sneak in their room every night, a few times, and retuck them in bed and make sure they are covered up
I smile at them
I answer thier endless questions
I set boundaries for them
I love thier father
I teach them what a family is
I take them to Church (most weeks)
I foster a relationship with thier grandparents
I make sure they have a roof over thier heads and food in thier bellies, when Owen will comply and eat (stubborn boy)
Again, most importantly, I love them and they know it.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Mary Poppins I'm not
I hate the fact that my kids will grow up with a memory of me yelling at them. I don't think my mother ever raised her voice at us, but she is the best mother ever created so it is hard to compare. I don't like that I resort to yelling or threatening to beat thier butts. I need to work on better control of myself and my PMS emotions and regular emotions.
This is my largest parenting fault and I really need to work on it. They don't need the memory and it doesn't make me feel good and doesn't always provide the desired result. Ugh
This is my largest parenting fault and I really need to work on it. They don't need the memory and it doesn't make me feel good and doesn't always provide the desired result. Ugh
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Blogger lonely
I am feeling a little blogger lonely in the New Year, is anyone out there anymore?? Where are you??
Monday, January 21, 2008
Who is teaching him??
Owen has a new saying, not sure that I want to put it in the cute category.
Let me preface this by saying he had a bit of a diaper rash a couple weeks ago.
I started to notice he was trying to tell me something hurt. I fianlly caught that he was saying "balls hurt". Who the hell is telling him that they can even be called balls? He is fixated on balls in general and is always chasing one around with a hockey stick. So, did he come up with this on his own or does someone around him refer to them as "balls" and he picked up on it??
Kinda cracks me up, only because he is a cute 2 year old.
Let me preface this by saying he had a bit of a diaper rash a couple weeks ago.
I started to notice he was trying to tell me something hurt. I fianlly caught that he was saying "balls hurt". Who the hell is telling him that they can even be called balls? He is fixated on balls in general and is always chasing one around with a hockey stick. So, did he come up with this on his own or does someone around him refer to them as "balls" and he picked up on it??
Kinda cracks me up, only because he is a cute 2 year old.
New Years Resolution, not going so well
I am not off to a bang up start with my 2008 resolution. I vowed to keep my kitchen countertop cleared off of various clutter. I have a long counter that seperates my kitchen from my sitting room. It is a catch all for crap. Mail, bags of stuff to be put away (groceries, kids clothes from grandmas, stuff to go to grandmas) newspapers, things I take away from the children, dual purpose candy bowl/fruit bowl (yes, they co-exist). Basically everything that does not need to be there.
It is a continual battle and I vow to win!!
It is a continual battle and I vow to win!!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
New Night Time Ritual
Gwendolyn received Candyland for Christmas from the big guy. We have taken to playing a game or two after Owen goes to bed at night. I use this to my advantage and hold the game over her head. If she goes to bed like a good girl, she gets to play a game the following night. She totally looks forward to this and it makes her lay there in bed and not try to engage her brother like a CHARM!!
I am so impressed with how fast she picked this game up. We have tried a few other kinds of games and she always lost interest after a couple minutes and realy didn't grasp the rules or protocol. Candyland she got with the first card and didn't even mind that I kicked her butt, hehe. She has since won a few times. I am having fun with this.
I am so impressed with how fast she picked this game up. We have tried a few other kinds of games and she always lost interest after a couple minutes and realy didn't grasp the rules or protocol. Candyland she got with the first card and didn't even mind that I kicked her butt, hehe. She has since won a few times. I am having fun with this.
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