I stepped outside just now to take a dirty diaper to the curb. As I approached the house again I heard frantic crying coming from inside and, I have to admit, my first reaction was "I hope they didn't get anything on the floor, I just mopped it yesterday."
If that's not a sign of a wonderfully caring mother I don't know what is!
Turns out Harrison had climbed up to the table and tried to help himself to some of my Cherry-Vanilla Diet Dr. Pepper. Which, he of course, promptly spilled.
Good news though is that he managed to spill it on his shirt, which did a good job of absorbing most of it, and not a drop of it landed on my freshly mopped kitchen floor. SCORE!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Life and laundry
Having kids is like being a dirty shirt in the washing machine on a never ending wash cycle: constant agitation with no spin cycle in sight.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Prozac with a side of Zoloft
Where does my son come up with these things????
Adam: Mom, I want to watch Bedtime Stories (which is the answer to yesterday's Name that Movie Monday, by the way.)
Me: Okay
Adam: But I'm a little stressed and don't know if I can watch it.
Me: Why are you stressed? Do you want to talk about it?
Adam: Well, I'm stressed because I really want to watch 2 more movies today but I don't want to turn into a couch potato. So what should I do?
He's 5 people. 5 short years old. Somebody please tell me they also have a stressed 5 year old so that I don't go to bed tonight worried that my own 5 year old is weird.
Adam: Mom, I want to watch Bedtime Stories (which is the answer to yesterday's Name that Movie Monday, by the way.)
Me: Okay
Adam: But I'm a little stressed and don't know if I can watch it.
Me: Why are you stressed? Do you want to talk about it?
Adam: Well, I'm stressed because I really want to watch 2 more movies today but I don't want to turn into a couch potato. So what should I do?
He's 5 people. 5 short years old. Somebody please tell me they also have a stressed 5 year old so that I don't go to bed tonight worried that my own 5 year old is weird.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Dictionary Please
The kids have spent the morning playing with the toys my sister brought them from her honeymoon.
Zoey just came crying to me. With Tears in her eyes and a whine in her voice she said to me "I don't want to play with Adam anymore. He is angry and I don't like him when he's like that."
Adam came trailing in, also upset and crying. His whine was "Zoey won't play with me anymore."
Me, knowing how things usually go down when these two play together I asked him, "Well, why doesn't she want to play with you? Where you being bossy."
To which he responded, "No, I wasn't being bossy. She just wouldn't do what I wanted her to do."
Zoey just came crying to me. With Tears in her eyes and a whine in her voice she said to me "I don't want to play with Adam anymore. He is angry and I don't like him when he's like that."
Adam came trailing in, also upset and crying. His whine was "Zoey won't play with me anymore."
Me, knowing how things usually go down when these two play together I asked him, "Well, why doesn't she want to play with you? Where you being bossy."
To which he responded, "No, I wasn't being bossy. She just wouldn't do what I wanted her to do."
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Trust me, this hurts me more than it hurts you
Took my 5 year old to his pre-kindergarten doctor appointment today.
First he totally failed the eye exam.
Then he told the doctor that he's not a good eater. (at least he was being honest)
And then came the REALLY fun part-his immunizations.
The Medical Assistant felt pretty confident that she could hold his legs AND give him his shots (all 4) if I would just hold his arms. Apparently she's never met my child. It only took her a moment to realize, as he was simultaneously screaming and crying at a decibel level just above that of a screaming banshee, while thrashing around violently, that she would have to call in backup.
Despite my reassurances that it would be over quickly and that he could have just about anything he wanted when he was done it still took 3 of us to restrain him. I tried to get him to sing with me and when that didn't work I tried simply singing calm songs in his ears. It didn't work.
Once they were finished and opened the door to go get the candy bowl two more medical assistants walked in to coo and coddle over him and make sure he was okay. One was even in tears she felt so bad for him.
Needless to say I was not his best friend today.
He limped around the rest of the day and made sure he told everybody he saw that his legs hurt because he got shots today.
I like to look on the bright side if anybody should ever try to kidnap my child I now know they won't get far.
(does that make me terribly morbid that I would even have that thought?)
First he totally failed the eye exam.
Then he told the doctor that he's not a good eater. (at least he was being honest)
And then came the REALLY fun part-his immunizations.
The Medical Assistant felt pretty confident that she could hold his legs AND give him his shots (all 4) if I would just hold his arms. Apparently she's never met my child. It only took her a moment to realize, as he was simultaneously screaming and crying at a decibel level just above that of a screaming banshee, while thrashing around violently, that she would have to call in backup.
Despite my reassurances that it would be over quickly and that he could have just about anything he wanted when he was done it still took 3 of us to restrain him. I tried to get him to sing with me and when that didn't work I tried simply singing calm songs in his ears. It didn't work.
Once they were finished and opened the door to go get the candy bowl two more medical assistants walked in to coo and coddle over him and make sure he was okay. One was even in tears she felt so bad for him.
Needless to say I was not his best friend today.
He limped around the rest of the day and made sure he told everybody he saw that his legs hurt because he got shots today.
I like to look on the bright side if anybody should ever try to kidnap my child I now know they won't get far.
(does that make me terribly morbid that I would even have that thought?)
Monday, April 20, 2009
Mother of the year
Adam is frequently bored these days. He seems to need constant brain stimulation or else he starts whining or picking on his younger siblings. For the first time I am starting to question my decision to not put him in preschool because I think he is just not challenged enough anymore and needs to be learning new things. Thank goodness he starts school in a few months.
Car rides are especially painful to him. 2 minutes into any drive the barrage of questions begin. "Are we there yet? How long is it going to take to get there? Why do we always have to go places in the car?"
So the following conversation from a day of running errands should not come as a surprise to anybody.
Adam: "I am tired of riding in the car. Why is this taking so long?"
Me: "Because I like to torture you. It is my goal in life to torture you."
Adam: (in an extremely whiny tone) "Well, why do you want to torture me?"
Me: "Because it's my prerogative as a parent to do so."
Car rides are especially painful to him. 2 minutes into any drive the barrage of questions begin. "Are we there yet? How long is it going to take to get there? Why do we always have to go places in the car?"
So the following conversation from a day of running errands should not come as a surprise to anybody.
Adam: "I am tired of riding in the car. Why is this taking so long?"
Me: "Because I like to torture you. It is my goal in life to torture you."
Adam: (in an extremely whiny tone) "Well, why do you want to torture me?"
Me: "Because it's my prerogative as a parent to do so."
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