OK, so I am not one to forward e-mails. I received this in an e-mail and not wanting to forward it, I would normally just delete it. However I noticed something like this posted on one of my friends blogs, and thought I could maybe put this on my blog. If you want to put it on your blog, or forward it in an e-mail feel free to do so. If you don't that is fine too.
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? I do wrapping paper for Christmas gifts. That way kids have a harder time seeing what is under the tree for them. I use gift bags for most birthday presents.
2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial. Ever since I got married, we have only lived in apartments, and some apartments don't let you have real trees. Plus, it is a one time expense. I don't have to spend money every year on a tree. My tree is also only 4 feet tall. It was cheaper, and that way, we can put it up on something and get it out of the kids reach if we want to.
3. When do you put up the tree? Usually the day after Thanksgiving. This year we were out of town, so we put it up yesterday.
4. When do you take the tree down? Around New Years Day
5. Do you like eggnog? I don't know that I have had it enough to say.
6. Favorite gift received as a child? I got a doll one time, that was one that you didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, until you open the package, and dissolve it's vest in water. Then there would be a package that had a card that told you the baby's gender, and had an outfit for the baby. That was pretty fun. Mine was a girl.
7. Hardest person to buy for? Mostly the people in my husband's family. I don't know them well enough to know what they would like.
8. Easiest person to buy for? My kids. It is easy to know what they like, and would be happy with.
9. Do you have a nativity scene? We have 3. One that is a small one with just Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus. One that is the Little People Nativity, and one that my husband had. It has been at his Dad's house until this year, so I am excited to use it for the first time.
10. Mail or email Christmas cards? I don't usually send Christmas cards.
11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I don't know. I try to appreciate all the gifts I am given.
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? When I was little my parents recorded "Today's Special Christmas" It is still one of my favorites to watch.
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Last year I started in July. This year I wasn't as organized, and started in November.
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I don't know.
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Turkey dinner with all the trimmings.
16. Lights on the tree? Yes
17. Favorite Christmas song? Carrol of the bells.
18.Travel at Christmas or stay home? Sometimes we travel, sometimes we stay home. This year we are staying home.
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Yes
20. Angel on the tree top or a star? We have an angel, because our star is too heavy for the top of our little tree.
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Morning
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? All the commercialism that you see in the stores any time you go out.
23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Blue
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24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? We always did our big dinner on Christmas Eve, and then had the left overs for dinner on Christmas. Made Christmas Day more relaxing.
25. What do you want for Christmas this year? A bread maker
26. Have you been naughty or nice this year? It depends on how much sleep I got the night before. But overall nice.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Guy and the Pack-n-play
So this post is for any of you wondering how our vacation went with Guy being able to climb out of the pack-n-play.
Our first day there was Thanksgiving. That night, we put the kids to bed, and I grabbed a book and settled on the other bed, until they fell asleep. Guy wasn't in his bed 5 minutes, before I heard Cinderella call "Mom". I looked up, and saw him straddling the edge of the play yard. I told him to get back in bed. So he did. Then looked at me and cried. I told him to lay down. It took a while of me repeating that, before he finally laid down. Then we repeated this process about 3 times, and then I decided to just start telling him to lay down every time he stood up. I think he was asleep within 30 min.
The next day, he was acting really tired. So we put him down for a nap. He laid right down and went to sleep. So I was a little over confident that evening. My husbands Aunt and Uncle were visiting, and Cinderella didn't want to go to bed. Guy was getting tired however and asked to go "night-night". So I took him down, got him his blankets, and stuffed animals, put him in bed and left him there. Less than 5 min. later he was crying at the bottom of the stairs. (we were sleeping downstairs, but everyone else was upstairs.) Daddy went and got him, and after that it was a battle all night to get him to go to bed. I still ended up down there reading my book telling him to lie down, but he was really unhappy about the whole thing and I spent probably about an hour or so down there.
Saturday, my kids spent the day at the house of a family friend. He didn't get a nap all day, and when we took him back to Grandpa's house, he fell asleep in the car. He would not be roused. I debated as to weather or not I should just put him down right then and there, in his clothes and everything. I decided not to, because it was earlier than I wanted him to go to bed, and he hadn't had dinner yet. I was afraid he would wake up in the middle of the night and be really hungry. So we let him take a short nap, until we had dinner ready. Unfortunately, by the time we got him to bed, he was over tired. And I was wiped out. I had finished my book the night before, so I decided to read my scriptures while I waited for him to fall asleep. I don't know how long it finally took, because I fell asleep before he did. My husband had been waiting up stairs with his brothers for me to come and join them in a game. He finally called it a night, and came down to find me asleep.
On Sunday, I really wanted to spend this last night interacting with family, instead of putting my kids to bed. I'm sure my selfish decision made this night a lot longer than it needed to be. We put the kids to bed, and shut the door tight, so that Guy couldn't come out on his own. We decided to see what he would do. Well, we started a game of Taboo, when my brother-in-law thought he heard someone slam into the door down stairs. So he went to check on the kids. He found both kid sitting on the twin bed looking at books. We decided that was an acceptable option. The door was once again firmly closed. Well about 2 min. later, both kids came trudging up the stairs. I let the men handle them this night. And they were taken back down stairs. This battle went on for quite a while. Sometimes we would let the kids stay up for a few minutes. Other times they were taken promptly back to bed. This lack of consistency probably also made it a bigger issue. Finally about 9:00 I realized it was going to take Mom stepping in for anything to happen. I took them downstairs, and sang to Cinderella, and continuously told Guy to get back in bed, or lay down, until Cinderella finally went to sleep. Guy kept crying that he wanted to be in bed with Cin, I finally decided to ignore him. He finally climbed out of his bed. But didn't really want to be in bed with Cin, or lay on my bed. He was over tired, and didn't really know what he wanted. I finally took him back upstairs, where they had finished their game, and were getting ready to go to bed. He rocked with Daddy for a while, and looked at a book, until he settled down. Then we took him back down, put him in bed, and got ourselves ready for bed. After a while he decided to just lay down and go to sleep.
So, I'm not too excited to put him in a bed that he can easily get out of. But I guess we will see what happens. Maybe being able to climb back in on his own, won't make it as big of an issue.
Our first day there was Thanksgiving. That night, we put the kids to bed, and I grabbed a book and settled on the other bed, until they fell asleep. Guy wasn't in his bed 5 minutes, before I heard Cinderella call "Mom". I looked up, and saw him straddling the edge of the play yard. I told him to get back in bed. So he did. Then looked at me and cried. I told him to lay down. It took a while of me repeating that, before he finally laid down. Then we repeated this process about 3 times, and then I decided to just start telling him to lay down every time he stood up. I think he was asleep within 30 min.
The next day, he was acting really tired. So we put him down for a nap. He laid right down and went to sleep. So I was a little over confident that evening. My husbands Aunt and Uncle were visiting, and Cinderella didn't want to go to bed. Guy was getting tired however and asked to go "night-night". So I took him down, got him his blankets, and stuffed animals, put him in bed and left him there. Less than 5 min. later he was crying at the bottom of the stairs. (we were sleeping downstairs, but everyone else was upstairs.) Daddy went and got him, and after that it was a battle all night to get him to go to bed. I still ended up down there reading my book telling him to lie down, but he was really unhappy about the whole thing and I spent probably about an hour or so down there.
Saturday, my kids spent the day at the house of a family friend. He didn't get a nap all day, and when we took him back to Grandpa's house, he fell asleep in the car. He would not be roused. I debated as to weather or not I should just put him down right then and there, in his clothes and everything. I decided not to, because it was earlier than I wanted him to go to bed, and he hadn't had dinner yet. I was afraid he would wake up in the middle of the night and be really hungry. So we let him take a short nap, until we had dinner ready. Unfortunately, by the time we got him to bed, he was over tired. And I was wiped out. I had finished my book the night before, so I decided to read my scriptures while I waited for him to fall asleep. I don't know how long it finally took, because I fell asleep before he did. My husband had been waiting up stairs with his brothers for me to come and join them in a game. He finally called it a night, and came down to find me asleep.
On Sunday, I really wanted to spend this last night interacting with family, instead of putting my kids to bed. I'm sure my selfish decision made this night a lot longer than it needed to be. We put the kids to bed, and shut the door tight, so that Guy couldn't come out on his own. We decided to see what he would do. Well, we started a game of Taboo, when my brother-in-law thought he heard someone slam into the door down stairs. So he went to check on the kids. He found both kid sitting on the twin bed looking at books. We decided that was an acceptable option. The door was once again firmly closed. Well about 2 min. later, both kids came trudging up the stairs. I let the men handle them this night. And they were taken back down stairs. This battle went on for quite a while. Sometimes we would let the kids stay up for a few minutes. Other times they were taken promptly back to bed. This lack of consistency probably also made it a bigger issue. Finally about 9:00 I realized it was going to take Mom stepping in for anything to happen. I took them downstairs, and sang to Cinderella, and continuously told Guy to get back in bed, or lay down, until Cinderella finally went to sleep. Guy kept crying that he wanted to be in bed with Cin, I finally decided to ignore him. He finally climbed out of his bed. But didn't really want to be in bed with Cin, or lay on my bed. He was over tired, and didn't really know what he wanted. I finally took him back upstairs, where they had finished their game, and were getting ready to go to bed. He rocked with Daddy for a while, and looked at a book, until he settled down. Then we took him back down, put him in bed, and got ourselves ready for bed. After a while he decided to just lay down and go to sleep.
So, I'm not too excited to put him in a bed that he can easily get out of. But I guess we will see what happens. Maybe being able to climb back in on his own, won't make it as big of an issue.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
It's quite the timing.
At my house we have a quiet time. It is something that I feel the need to enforce because it gives me a much needed break time, and the kids some alone time.
My apartment is a 3 bedroom. In the current set up we have a master bedroom; the kids room, which has a toddler bed, crib and dresser in it; and the guest room/playroom, which has a twin size day bed (do they come in any other size?), the toys and a pack-n-play.
Up until today this worked fine. I put Guy down for a nap in the pack-n-play, and let Cinderella have her "quiet time" that usually isn't all that quiet, in her room. Cinderella hasn't taken an afternoon nap on a regular basis for quite a while. Guy however takes, and needs them, daily. Hence why I put them in separate rooms for this hour of the day.
Well today, I put them down for quiet time, then I sat down to the computer. They were down for probably about 40 min. when Guy came marching out of the playroom, dragging his blankets behind him looking so proud of himself. At first I figured that Cinderella had snuck in there and pulled him out so they could play. I asked her where she was, and she came out of her room. So I figured out that he had climbed out of the pack-n-play all on his own. I had it at the end of the day bed, so I guessed that he had somehow used the daybed to climb out. So I moved the pack-n-play and put him back inside. Not too much longer I heard a thud, and the sound of him moving around the room. Now his timing is terrible, because we are planning on going to my Father-in-law's house for Thanksgiving. Always when we go, Guy sleeps in the pack-n-play. Now I'm wondering what is going to happen when we put him down for bed, and he decides to climb out, in a place he isn't as familiar with.
The other thing is our regular bed situation. Guy sleeps in the crib, and Cinderella sleeps in the toddler bed. I am afraid that my little climber, now that he knows he can climb out of the pack-n-play, isn't going to give up until he figures out how to climb out of the crib too. And it is a lot higher up.
We have been planning on moving the kids to the next size bed anyway, but the timing is off. Cinderella hates change. And by her choice, she doesn't want to give up "her" bed. So the plan was, I am making her a Disney Princess quilt for the twin size bed for Christmas, and she is getting a set of Disney Princess Sheets that are twin size for her birthday, which is right after Christmas. I was hoping those things would make her excited to switch beds. Well now I'm wondering if I can wait a month, or if that will be too risky for Guy.
Oh and the other part of the equation is trying to figure out which beds go in which rooms, when the kids upgrade. I'm not sure what will fit together. So I need to get on the ball, and figure out a solution.
Any suggestions? Would you wait a month? Is there some way you would try to convince Cinderella to switch beds without some way to identify it as hers? Oh and how would you handle quiet time without the pack-n-play? I know your kids (if you have kids) are not my kids, and respond in different ways, but I would welcome any ideas right now.
My apartment is a 3 bedroom. In the current set up we have a master bedroom; the kids room, which has a toddler bed, crib and dresser in it; and the guest room/playroom, which has a twin size day bed (do they come in any other size?), the toys and a pack-n-play.
Up until today this worked fine. I put Guy down for a nap in the pack-n-play, and let Cinderella have her "quiet time" that usually isn't all that quiet, in her room. Cinderella hasn't taken an afternoon nap on a regular basis for quite a while. Guy however takes, and needs them, daily. Hence why I put them in separate rooms for this hour of the day.
Well today, I put them down for quiet time, then I sat down to the computer. They were down for probably about 40 min. when Guy came marching out of the playroom, dragging his blankets behind him looking so proud of himself. At first I figured that Cinderella had snuck in there and pulled him out so they could play. I asked her where she was, and she came out of her room. So I figured out that he had climbed out of the pack-n-play all on his own. I had it at the end of the day bed, so I guessed that he had somehow used the daybed to climb out. So I moved the pack-n-play and put him back inside. Not too much longer I heard a thud, and the sound of him moving around the room. Now his timing is terrible, because we are planning on going to my Father-in-law's house for Thanksgiving. Always when we go, Guy sleeps in the pack-n-play. Now I'm wondering what is going to happen when we put him down for bed, and he decides to climb out, in a place he isn't as familiar with.
The other thing is our regular bed situation. Guy sleeps in the crib, and Cinderella sleeps in the toddler bed. I am afraid that my little climber, now that he knows he can climb out of the pack-n-play, isn't going to give up until he figures out how to climb out of the crib too. And it is a lot higher up.
We have been planning on moving the kids to the next size bed anyway, but the timing is off. Cinderella hates change. And by her choice, she doesn't want to give up "her" bed. So the plan was, I am making her a Disney Princess quilt for the twin size bed for Christmas, and she is getting a set of Disney Princess Sheets that are twin size for her birthday, which is right after Christmas. I was hoping those things would make her excited to switch beds. Well now I'm wondering if I can wait a month, or if that will be too risky for Guy.
Oh and the other part of the equation is trying to figure out which beds go in which rooms, when the kids upgrade. I'm not sure what will fit together. So I need to get on the ball, and figure out a solution.
Any suggestions? Would you wait a month? Is there some way you would try to convince Cinderella to switch beds without some way to identify it as hers? Oh and how would you handle quiet time without the pack-n-play? I know your kids (if you have kids) are not my kids, and respond in different ways, but I would welcome any ideas right now.
Long Nights
About mid September Cinderella came down with a cough. I figured she had a cold, and didn't worry too much about it. This cough was one that sounded to me, one that she would try to clear her throat and start coughing. It was a loud and disruptive cough, but not one that the Dr. seemed concerned about. She was even removed from her children's class in church one week, because she was causing too much of a disruption with her cough.
Well the cough has been pretty consistent since then. She has had other colds, that have built upon it, at times. But those pass, and the cough remains. Last week, I took her into the Dr. to have him check it again, and make sure it wasn't something serious. He didn't seem concerned. When I asked if it could be allergies, she said that was a possibility, and I could try children's Claritin, and see if it helped at all. Benadryl was another option, but not his preference. So on my way home from the Dr.'s office, I stopped by the store and bought some Claritin. That night, when we went to give her some however, we discovered that the bottom of the bottle had busted open. So that night we gave her Benadryl, and exchanged the Claritin the next day. The Benadryl seemed to help, and she slept well. The Claritin, however did nothing. About that time, both Cinderella and Guy came down with runny noses. I figured that the Claritin wasn't doing much because she maybe had a cold on top of the allergies. We tried one more night of Claritin, but still received no results.
On Friday, Cinderella's cough, changed to a loud barking one, with some wheezing. I was concerned about this, but because it was about lunch time when I really noticed the change, I didn't think we could get into the Dr. that day. I put Cinderella down for quiet time. Hoping she would maybe take a nap, and it would help her feel better. When I went in a few minutes later however, she told me she was going to throw up. So we went to the bathroom, where she coughed a few times, then told me, she wasn't going to throw up, just needed to cough a lot.
I still had some children's cold and cough, that I had purchased before that kind of medicine was pulled off the shelves for children under 6. I'm not big on using meds that are recalled. But because the main reason for the recall, as far as I understand was parents overdosing their kids, and this bottle had a written dosage for children 2-6. I figured I would risk it, and see if it helped.
Well this medication didn't do anything either. When Cinderella finished her quiet time, which unfortunately didn't include a nap, she had a low grade fever. And the cough was as prevalent as ever. I was really concerned, because I couldn't think of anything I could do for this cough. That night I asked my husband if he could give her a blessing. (Using the priesthood, which we believe is God's authority, to say a special prayer for the individual. We believe that priesthood blessings, is a way for God to speak through the person giving the blessing, to pronounce His blessings on that individual. The man giving the blessing, has to be ordained in the priesthood (given the priesthood by someone with proper authority), and has to be worthy). He called a friend who also has the priesthood to assist him, and they gave her a blessing. After the blessing she seemed to do a lot better. We gave her some more Benadryl that night, and it seemed to help, and she slept pretty good. We just took it easy and stayed home on Saturday, hoping to give her some rest. On Sunday we just went to church, but spent the rest of the day at home.
Well Sunday night as my husband and I were getting ready for bed, Cinderella came in. She had woken up, and said her ear hurt. We gave her some Motrin, and put her back to bed. She then came in one more time early in the morning, when the Motrin had worn off, hurting again.
So Monday morning, we headed to the Dr.s . Sure enough she has an ear infection. Plus the Dr. noticed her wheezing and put her on an oral hormone that is supposed to help open up her air ways and help her breath better. Yesterday it seemed to work really well. After I gave it to her, she didn't cough at all until about midnight. Today, she hasn't responded so quickly. I gave it to her at breakfast, and she is still coughing now. But we will see how she does after the week that is prescribed for the treatment.
Last night was another long night. When Cinderella started coughing again, Guy was coughing as well. Cinderella came into our room requesting a drink for Guy, because he was coughing. Daddy got up and gave both kids a drink and put them back to bed.
I however was not able to go back to sleep. For some reason, at that point, my hips wanted to scream at me, and not be comfortable no matter what position I lay in. Guy was having a hard time settling down as well.
I finally got up with him, and rocked for a little while. He cuddled up to me for a little while, and he is so small, and I don't spend time rocking with him much anymore. I kind of forgot he was as old as he is. At one point, it clicked into my mind that he didn't seem to be sucking very hard on his pacifier. And I had the thought that he might be teething. I took the pacifier from his mouth and told him to say "ah" so I could feel in his mouth and see if there were any teeth coming in. It totally took me by surprise, and reminded me how old he really is, when he opened his mouth wide and said, "Ahhhhh" . :) Well he did have a tender spot, so I asked if he had an owie in his mouth. He seemed to agree, and I put some Orajel on that spot. I asked if the owie was better, and he said "owie ber". So I gave him a dose of Tylenol and we put him back to bed. I tried to go back to bed then, but my hips still didn't like me, so I took some Tylenol myself, and once it kicked in, I was able to go back to sleep.
Maybe before too much longer we can all be better, and get the sleep we need without too much effort.
Well the cough has been pretty consistent since then. She has had other colds, that have built upon it, at times. But those pass, and the cough remains. Last week, I took her into the Dr. to have him check it again, and make sure it wasn't something serious. He didn't seem concerned. When I asked if it could be allergies, she said that was a possibility, and I could try children's Claritin, and see if it helped at all. Benadryl was another option, but not his preference. So on my way home from the Dr.'s office, I stopped by the store and bought some Claritin. That night, when we went to give her some however, we discovered that the bottom of the bottle had busted open. So that night we gave her Benadryl, and exchanged the Claritin the next day. The Benadryl seemed to help, and she slept well. The Claritin, however did nothing. About that time, both Cinderella and Guy came down with runny noses. I figured that the Claritin wasn't doing much because she maybe had a cold on top of the allergies. We tried one more night of Claritin, but still received no results.
On Friday, Cinderella's cough, changed to a loud barking one, with some wheezing. I was concerned about this, but because it was about lunch time when I really noticed the change, I didn't think we could get into the Dr. that day. I put Cinderella down for quiet time. Hoping she would maybe take a nap, and it would help her feel better. When I went in a few minutes later however, she told me she was going to throw up. So we went to the bathroom, where she coughed a few times, then told me, she wasn't going to throw up, just needed to cough a lot.
I still had some children's cold and cough, that I had purchased before that kind of medicine was pulled off the shelves for children under 6. I'm not big on using meds that are recalled. But because the main reason for the recall, as far as I understand was parents overdosing their kids, and this bottle had a written dosage for children 2-6. I figured I would risk it, and see if it helped.
Well this medication didn't do anything either. When Cinderella finished her quiet time, which unfortunately didn't include a nap, she had a low grade fever. And the cough was as prevalent as ever. I was really concerned, because I couldn't think of anything I could do for this cough. That night I asked my husband if he could give her a blessing. (Using the priesthood, which we believe is God's authority, to say a special prayer for the individual. We believe that priesthood blessings, is a way for God to speak through the person giving the blessing, to pronounce His blessings on that individual. The man giving the blessing, has to be ordained in the priesthood (given the priesthood by someone with proper authority), and has to be worthy). He called a friend who also has the priesthood to assist him, and they gave her a blessing. After the blessing she seemed to do a lot better. We gave her some more Benadryl that night, and it seemed to help, and she slept pretty good. We just took it easy and stayed home on Saturday, hoping to give her some rest. On Sunday we just went to church, but spent the rest of the day at home.
Well Sunday night as my husband and I were getting ready for bed, Cinderella came in. She had woken up, and said her ear hurt. We gave her some Motrin, and put her back to bed. She then came in one more time early in the morning, when the Motrin had worn off, hurting again.
So Monday morning, we headed to the Dr.s . Sure enough she has an ear infection. Plus the Dr. noticed her wheezing and put her on an oral hormone that is supposed to help open up her air ways and help her breath better. Yesterday it seemed to work really well. After I gave it to her, she didn't cough at all until about midnight. Today, she hasn't responded so quickly. I gave it to her at breakfast, and she is still coughing now. But we will see how she does after the week that is prescribed for the treatment.
Last night was another long night. When Cinderella started coughing again, Guy was coughing as well. Cinderella came into our room requesting a drink for Guy, because he was coughing. Daddy got up and gave both kids a drink and put them back to bed.
I however was not able to go back to sleep. For some reason, at that point, my hips wanted to scream at me, and not be comfortable no matter what position I lay in. Guy was having a hard time settling down as well.
I finally got up with him, and rocked for a little while. He cuddled up to me for a little while, and he is so small, and I don't spend time rocking with him much anymore. I kind of forgot he was as old as he is. At one point, it clicked into my mind that he didn't seem to be sucking very hard on his pacifier. And I had the thought that he might be teething. I took the pacifier from his mouth and told him to say "ah" so I could feel in his mouth and see if there were any teeth coming in. It totally took me by surprise, and reminded me how old he really is, when he opened his mouth wide and said, "Ahhhhh" . :) Well he did have a tender spot, so I asked if he had an owie in his mouth. He seemed to agree, and I put some Orajel on that spot. I asked if the owie was better, and he said "owie ber". So I gave him a dose of Tylenol and we put him back to bed. I tried to go back to bed then, but my hips still didn't like me, so I took some Tylenol myself, and once it kicked in, I was able to go back to sleep.
Maybe before too much longer we can all be better, and get the sleep we need without too much effort.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Ice
Because we decided to visit family for Thanksgiving, we had a mini Thanksgiving dinner tonight. We chose to add some sparkling apple juice to our meal. This isn't something that we have very often at all, and our children aren't familiar with it. We also don't drink soda pop regularly, so our kids don't drink much carbonation.
When Daddy was pouring drinks, he poured Guy a drink of water. Then as he was pouring Cinderella's drink, he asked her if she wanted some ice. She said yes, and then Daddy put some ice and juice in her cup. Guy took all this in, pushed his sippy cup towards Daddy, and said "ice". I figured he was referring to the juice. So Daddy gave him some juice, and an ice cube. As soon as he finished his drink he pushed it across the table again, saying "ice, ice". Silly boy.
When Daddy was pouring drinks, he poured Guy a drink of water. Then as he was pouring Cinderella's drink, he asked her if she wanted some ice. She said yes, and then Daddy put some ice and juice in her cup. Guy took all this in, pushed his sippy cup towards Daddy, and said "ice". I figured he was referring to the juice. So Daddy gave him some juice, and an ice cube. As soon as he finished his drink he pushed it across the table again, saying "ice, ice". Silly boy.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
It makes me wonder what she is thinking....
Yesterday, I was cooking dinner when Cinderella came in and wanted to know if she could help me. I was making lasagna, and I needed cheese grated, so I let her help with that. Well I moved over to the other counter where I was putting together the layers. She had finished with the cheese, and remained on her stool. I don't know why I didn't wonder what she was doing. But I really gave it no thought.
A little while later she told me she was eating an apple. Well a problem we have had with her recently is she gets hungry and comes and grabs something easy to find, with out asking. And it isn't that uncommon to find her with an apple, chomping away. Now she knows she isn't supposed to do that, but true to her age and stage at the moment, does it anyway.
Anyway, I said something to her about how she isn't supposed to be eating apple without asking, and she isn't supposed to get something to eat while Mama is making dinner. I asked her to put the apple down. She said OK. It was still a while before I turned around, and when I did, I found 3 apples with bites taken out of them. And her putting them back in the fruit bowl. I was really frustrated, and didn't know how to handle it.
Anyway, later that night, I discovered two pears that also had bites taken out of them. Turned bite side down, so that you couldn't see them.
It just makes me wonder. Why did she take one or two bites out of each fruit, instead of just munching on one? I guess I'll never know.
A little while later she told me she was eating an apple. Well a problem we have had with her recently is she gets hungry and comes and grabs something easy to find, with out asking. And it isn't that uncommon to find her with an apple, chomping away. Now she knows she isn't supposed to do that, but true to her age and stage at the moment, does it anyway.
Anyway, I said something to her about how she isn't supposed to be eating apple without asking, and she isn't supposed to get something to eat while Mama is making dinner. I asked her to put the apple down. She said OK. It was still a while before I turned around, and when I did, I found 3 apples with bites taken out of them. And her putting them back in the fruit bowl. I was really frustrated, and didn't know how to handle it.
Anyway, later that night, I discovered two pears that also had bites taken out of them. Turned bite side down, so that you couldn't see them.
It just makes me wonder. Why did she take one or two bites out of each fruit, instead of just munching on one? I guess I'll never know.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Oh, the things we do for our kids.
I have a fear of heights. I really don't like things that are tall. Once when we were visiting Washington DC we had taken the metro into town. We were meeting my husbands sister, and her husband. They had given us directions on how to get to their hotel, from the metro. And part of these instructions included the escalator. Now I'm not sure how tall this escalator is, and my fear might have made it seem bigger than it was, but I would say that thing was 4 or 5 stories at least. It was huge. And it was shaky, and I was holding a squirming toddler in my arms, terrified that I would fall backward down this huge stairway. Anyway, we survived, and it wasn't really that big of a deal. But it was a scary experience none the less, and from that point on when ever we took the metro, I made sure we used the elevators, when our stop was underground. Having a stroller, worked in my favor this way.
Well in the area we now live their is a business, that is filled with large inflatable toys. You know the kind you see at fairs, and carnivals. Well today I took my kids there for the second time. One of the things they have is a giant slide. It is probably 15-20 tall. Once again this could be exaggerated because of my fear. But if you have ever seen the giant blowup slides you know what I am talking about. Well this was one of my children's favorites. And Guy is still too little to climb up on his own, which means Mama has to come too.
Now the climb up is a steep one. Made steeper, by the fact that each step you take pushes down a little because it is just filled with air. Each time I would climb I would feel like I was about to fall backward, and it didn't help that I was trying to carry Guy at the same time. But we did it! And every time we would get to the top, Guy would say "reay (ready) et (set) doe (go)" and we would head down the slide. As soon as we would get to the bottom, he would scoot all the way off, and run back to the area where you climb up. We probably went down that thing somewhere between 10-20 times. But it was fun.
I'm glad I have my kids to talk me into doing things that I would never have any desire to do on my own. It helps me to get more enjoyment out of life.
Well in the area we now live their is a business, that is filled with large inflatable toys. You know the kind you see at fairs, and carnivals. Well today I took my kids there for the second time. One of the things they have is a giant slide. It is probably 15-20 tall. Once again this could be exaggerated because of my fear. But if you have ever seen the giant blowup slides you know what I am talking about. Well this was one of my children's favorites. And Guy is still too little to climb up on his own, which means Mama has to come too.
Now the climb up is a steep one. Made steeper, by the fact that each step you take pushes down a little because it is just filled with air. Each time I would climb I would feel like I was about to fall backward, and it didn't help that I was trying to carry Guy at the same time. But we did it! And every time we would get to the top, Guy would say "reay (ready) et (set) doe (go)" and we would head down the slide. As soon as we would get to the bottom, he would scoot all the way off, and run back to the area where you climb up. We probably went down that thing somewhere between 10-20 times. But it was fun.
I'm glad I have my kids to talk me into doing things that I would never have any desire to do on my own. It helps me to get more enjoyment out of life.
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