Category Archives: Parenting

My boy is 5

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Little Man turned 5 today – kind of hard to believe.

He’s brilliant. He can name the planets in order, from the sun out. He knows his dinosaurs, from Meshikasaurus to Quetzalcoatlus to … well, others that I don’t know. He can put together a skeleton of a human and a manatee – very useful skills to have. He uses big words in regular speech, like ‘ominous’ and ‘conifer.’ He just soaks it all in.

Remember that half a year we spent in Moldova? Did you know that 5 months in he asked if we could please stop speaking English? Romanian was easier for him – at age 3, after only 5 months in country. Of course, he re-learned English in, like, 2 days after we came back state side.

He shocks me with his kindness. Like when he offers to share his cookie with Bruiser or Bean. Or when he decides to share his favorite toy with Bruiser – before I even ask. And he has a great sense of humor. Yesterday’s joke was “Why don’t they gamble in Africa?” “Because there are too many cheetah’s!”

Here’s Liam from 2 1/2 years ago. See that giant head? We still have to buy shirts a size too big to get over his head.

Now, when he asked for a pyramid cake for his birthday, I didn’t think I could pull it off. But pull it off I did. See my artwork?

Instructions are here if you’re doing one of your own.

Right now…

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Little man is running through the house in my shoes. Precarious, at best.

Bruiser and his fever are building Legos with hubbs – you’d be amazed how well my 2-year old can build with Legos. Not duplos, mind you. He’s great with those too. But he can build some serious creations with little itty bitty Legos.

Bean is on hubbs’ computer playing games. Probably at Barbie.com.

And these lovely things are drying on my kitchen counter. Because I made Christmas cookies today.

As for the Christmas cookies, it was supposed to be a kids’ activity. We were going to spend a good part of the afternoon icing cookies together. Messy, but fun. But when we went to the store they were so horrible I resorted to the “If you can’t behave, you won’t be able to help me with cookies” threat. And they didn’t behave. And I had to honor my ‘promise.’ Hence, I made the Christmas cookies all by myself while Bean and Little Man begged to help. Here’s hoping they taste as good as they look!

(Recipe for the icing is here. Recipe for the cookies is here.) :)

Make it so

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Want to read a great parenting blog today? Check out this post over at This Woman’s Work.

It’s all about telling kids who we think they are. Building their self-knowledge and their character, rather than their self-esteem. It’s about positive communication, and I heartily agree with it.

Who are you…

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And what did you do with my child? That’s what we ask Bruiser most days now. A month ago today he started attending preschool 5 half days a week at Bay Life Church’s Lambkins program. Who knew it was just what he needed? Last year he was in a 2-day program at another church program, but it was just a free-play mother’s morning out. He was often a sullen kid who seldom smiled. He yelled a lot. Cried a lot. Was generally single-mindedly disobedient. He gave me a run for my money.

And then a month ago today we took him for his first day at his new preschool. He came home exuberant. Bursting with joy. Animated. I’m not sure what they do there, but my boy is different. Don’t get me wrong, he’d still rather have his own way than obey me, and he gets little notes home in his folder saying that they’re teaching him to ‘use his words’ – in our case that means to use words instead of screeaching at the top of his lungs any time things are not the way he wants them.

But in general… I might just be done with my typical line of questioning at the pediatrician – “Is it normal for him to never ever smile?” “But, I mean, he doesn’t laugh… he only screams.” “Is it ok that he doesn’t seek positive affirmation?’ Because now – he does. He laughs. He smiles. He shows me things and waits for my ‘wow!’ response.

He’s gone from this

To this

I remember struggling with Bean and Little Man to help them adjust to preschool. But Bruiser? He needs adjustment on weekends, when he doesn’t get to see his friends at school. It’s a beautiful thing.

Banish the thumb-sucking!

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Years ago we worked tirelessly to keep Bean from sucking on her fingers. 2 kids later Bruiser is almost out of that stage, but when he’s teething the fingers go instantly to his mouth. I know it’s because he’s teething, but I also know that his grimy little hands pick up all sorts of micro-organisms (and macro ones too). And then they end up in his mouth. Ewww…

Today his preschool teacher taught me a trick. A very simple trick. Band-aids. As in, when he’s in that finger sucking mood and I want his grungy little hands out of his mouth, wrap a band-aid around the finger he most likes!

Goodness. Why didn’t someone tell me that 4 years ago? How about you? did you learn something new today?

Crib-free

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Over the weekend we moved Bruiser from his crib to a toddler bed. That means I no longer have any crib-dwellers. This is a first in over 6 years. Being that Bruiser has never been one to seek parental approval or obey rules when no one is watching, I was sure that he’d interpret the toddler bed as his own personal release from prison. FREEDOM! I was sure he’d be roaming the halls, endlessly looking for opportunities to postpone bedtime.

I was wrong. We bought a firetruck toddler bed at consignment, and when we brought it home he ‘helped’ me clean it. Once it was assembled in his room, he brought a blanket, gathered his many, many, many lovies, and climbed in. He’s loved it ever since. And he asks permission to get out of it. Now, I’m no fool. I realize that the time will come when he does start to push the limits. But it isn’t here yet.

This morning we had to wake him up for preschool. Hubbs entered the room, watched him snuggle deeper into his blanket, and then gently called out Bruiser’s name. An annoyed “what?” was the response, followed by “it’s not morning yet!” My early riser has learned to sleep in. It’s a beautiful thing.

Maybe a little much screen time?

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Lately I’ve spent a lot of time on the computer. I can’t help it. I’m juggling 2 writing/editing jobs, while looking for full-time employment. That makes for many ‘quality’ hours spent with my MacBook. But maybe it’s getting to be a little much? Here are some recent things from the kids:

Bean, looking at a sticker the pediatrician gave her: “Aw, man! There’s no website on this!”

Little Man, handing me a crayon and piece of paper: “Mama, will you please type my name here?”

Bean, getting into the elevator: “Can I click on the button?”

How $1.10 saved my sanity

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On a whim on Saturday I took the whole family to a garage sale. It isn’t something we normally do – I can’t handle the chaos of a garage sale with hubbs in the background rolling his skeptical eyes, Bruiser doing his best to break everything, and Little Man and Bean playing the “I want that!” game. But Saturday I gave in. There were a couple tweens waving signs and I was hooked.

I walked away from the garage sale with a spiderman costume that Little Man has hardly taken off since Saturday, and a plastic dinosaur with moving parts – I think it’s a t-rex. And this.

Watch how Bean pushes Bruiser ever so gently on the swing.

See why I love it? Bean comes home from Kindergarten and takes her books out to the swingset. She reads them on the swing on or on the little picnic bench on the side. The kids love, love, love it. I don’t know how I survived without it.

And I can’t believe they just let me drive up, dissemble it, and take it away – for free. It was a great garage sale, and I’m so happy with my $1.10 expense.