Hooky? Hookie?
Today Rosemary's preschool class is taking a field trip to the local library. Normally, this would be a really fun trip. But today it's 30-something degrees with sleet/rain and wind AND they're traveling by the local city bus. Not just one bus, but changing buses once to get there (and again to get back). With exact change and dragging Hugh along. No thank you. We're staying home and I'm not even reminding Rosemary that it's a school day.
So now it's 9AM and we're all still in pajamas. I'm going to have blackberry crumble and coffee for breakfast before I start a leisurely morning of laundry and picking up around the house.
Ahh... this won't be so easy to do once they start "real" school, but for now I enjoy being able to take a break from the world every now and then.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Hugh. One more thing.
Another cute thing Hugh says... his version of "where are you?" sounds something like "wuh-ah-u?" and it just makes my heart melt. As in "Mama, wuh-ah-u?" while he's walking up and down the hall looking into the bedrooms.
Unrelated: fried sushi rolls are probably offensive to purists, but they make me so happy. Found a good one last night with friends at a place called "I Love Sushi" here in Denton. Yum.
Unrelated: fried sushi rolls are probably offensive to purists, but they make me so happy. Found a good one last night with friends at a place called "I Love Sushi" here in Denton. Yum.
Monday, January 17, 2011
back on the horse
And it didn't throw me off or anything... I've just been busy and lately I've found myself posting on Facebook, or wanting to, and it's just not for me. Too weird. Too many people who don't really know me. So I'm back. Back to write random thoughts that are important only to me. My thoughts for today:
Scrapbooking is one of the few crafts that I have zero interest it. I think it's cool that other people do it, but it's not for me. All the papercutting stuff and do-hickeys you can buy to embellish... nothing.
Hugh has been saying some funny things lately... he'll be two in April and he's started saying "i-duh-know" when you ask him questions. As in "where is your Bubah, Hugh?" and he'll reply "I-duh-know" and put his hands up and shrug. Cute.
Rosemary is funny too... she says things are "inside-outed" and calls her knee socks "long sleeve socks". Which totally makes sense.
Scrapbooking is one of the few crafts that I have zero interest it. I think it's cool that other people do it, but it's not for me. All the papercutting stuff and do-hickeys you can buy to embellish... nothing.
Hugh has been saying some funny things lately... he'll be two in April and he's started saying "i-duh-know" when you ask him questions. As in "where is your Bubah, Hugh?" and he'll reply "I-duh-know" and put his hands up and shrug. Cute.
Rosemary is funny too... she says things are "inside-outed" and calls her knee socks "long sleeve socks". Which totally makes sense.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Potty Training and General Misery
My morning:
After two days of using the potty and wearing Big Girl Panties, I was feeling a bit smug about this parenting thing... R is using the potty and H is sleeping all night (mostly) and everyone (except for me) is healthy and well. But this morning I was having an awful time getting H down for his morning nap, and I finally gave up and decided to just let him fuss for a bit before going back to pat him back to sleep (he seems to be lulled by a firm pat on the bottom while he sings himself to sleep). R is pacing up and down the hall and when she sees me she runs toward the living room and says "I need to peepee on the potteeeeee!" So I grab her hand and we make for the bathroom. There I find Big Girl Panties loaded with poo and in the process of getting her onto the potty (she still had to pee) it got on my hands, her bottom, legs and feet, the potty seat and the floor. H is still crying. Finally I get her cleaned up, calmly reassuring her that accidents happen and it's ok, listen to your body, etc. Then I let her know that I need to go help H go to sleep and I'll be back soon. After 5 or 10 minutes, just as he's nodding off, she comes into his room and starts trying to get my attention... I point to the door and whisper "leave". She then screams that she doesn't want to leave and who knows what else. H pops up and starts looking around (R! Fun!) and I take her for time out. Seeing his favorite person and then seeing me march her out is really upsetting though, so now he's screaming again and she's screaming that she needs me. I realize that there is no one I can call who can possibly make this better, or say anything to make me feel better. No one can fix this and fix the even bigger problem, which has more to do with being utterly broke and wondering how we're going to get by this month, this week, this year. This hopeless feeling that's right under my skin and that's probably the cause of all the inexplicable anguish in the house this morning. These kids are little sponges... especially R... she KNOWS when something is going on.
So I end up going back to talk to R, letting her know that I love her, but she has woken H up and that's not ok. Then I put on a cartoon and go back to pat him. No luck... he's inconsolable. I let him cry it out and feel pretty miserable. I call my mom. He naps for 20 minutes. We all bundle up and go outside. Rosemary eats dirty ice that she found in her sandbox (it was cold last night). H barfs on his sweatshirt while sitting in his pack and play outside. I have house shoes on and decide to not even bother saving half of my potted plants from the coming cold snap later this week.
Brian come home and we talk. And talk. And fold clothes and eat and get kids down for naps. Because that's what you do... you just keep taking care of each other and talking and hugging and getting angry and talking again.
After two days of using the potty and wearing Big Girl Panties, I was feeling a bit smug about this parenting thing... R is using the potty and H is sleeping all night (mostly) and everyone (except for me) is healthy and well. But this morning I was having an awful time getting H down for his morning nap, and I finally gave up and decided to just let him fuss for a bit before going back to pat him back to sleep (he seems to be lulled by a firm pat on the bottom while he sings himself to sleep). R is pacing up and down the hall and when she sees me she runs toward the living room and says "I need to peepee on the potteeeeee!" So I grab her hand and we make for the bathroom. There I find Big Girl Panties loaded with poo and in the process of getting her onto the potty (she still had to pee) it got on my hands, her bottom, legs and feet, the potty seat and the floor. H is still crying. Finally I get her cleaned up, calmly reassuring her that accidents happen and it's ok, listen to your body, etc. Then I let her know that I need to go help H go to sleep and I'll be back soon. After 5 or 10 minutes, just as he's nodding off, she comes into his room and starts trying to get my attention... I point to the door and whisper "leave". She then screams that she doesn't want to leave and who knows what else. H pops up and starts looking around (R! Fun!) and I take her for time out. Seeing his favorite person and then seeing me march her out is really upsetting though, so now he's screaming again and she's screaming that she needs me. I realize that there is no one I can call who can possibly make this better, or say anything to make me feel better. No one can fix this and fix the even bigger problem, which has more to do with being utterly broke and wondering how we're going to get by this month, this week, this year. This hopeless feeling that's right under my skin and that's probably the cause of all the inexplicable anguish in the house this morning. These kids are little sponges... especially R... she KNOWS when something is going on.
So I end up going back to talk to R, letting her know that I love her, but she has woken H up and that's not ok. Then I put on a cartoon and go back to pat him. No luck... he's inconsolable. I let him cry it out and feel pretty miserable. I call my mom. He naps for 20 minutes. We all bundle up and go outside. Rosemary eats dirty ice that she found in her sandbox (it was cold last night). H barfs on his sweatshirt while sitting in his pack and play outside. I have house shoes on and decide to not even bother saving half of my potted plants from the coming cold snap later this week.
Brian come home and we talk. And talk. And fold clothes and eat and get kids down for naps. Because that's what you do... you just keep taking care of each other and talking and hugging and getting angry and talking again.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
First Post
Hello me. Just needing a place to journal/write/share that isn't Facebook. I feel honored to have so many connections there, but need a place to write stuff that is viewed only by friends who choose to come and look at it. Photos of the kids, etc. Still figuring this out.
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