I don't know what it is about a hair cut - but apparently it scares my son to death. I feel like I have tried everything. We started by bringing him to a professional beauty salon, and well that took a turn for the worst. He was just seventeen months old at the time, and thought of a stranger coming towards him with a sharp object, well it was just horrifying.
We changed pace and had him sit on my lap while she had tried to cut his hair, and we barely got the bottom trimmed up - and we certainly never even touched above the ears.
Following that visit my husband told me I was crazy to pay for something like that and that I should just buzz Gavin's head like I do his. This is not the exact look I was going for - and I didn't want my son to look like a clown. But we gave it a shot. it was the beginning of summer, whats the worst that could happen. Well - it was short, and definitely a hack job. but we got it done... he sat on Kevin's lap and we had hair EVERYWHERE.... we would do a little of Kevin's head and then a little of Gavin's back and forth.
The following time, we tried the sucker - someone had mentioned giving him a sucker to help him sit.... ugh.. that was the wrong idea with my son at the time, the sucker was in and out of his mouth a hundred times within the first five minutes it was covered in hair and he was bawling. This haircut did not go well either.
Next I held him and just buzz cut as much as I could. He screamed bloody murder, this was by far the worst hair cut I have ever given/experienced. And I am surprised the cops where not called on me by the neighbors... he screamed and screamed how badly it hurt and how his 'hair' was crying and mommy mean - the whole works... by the end he was close to hyperventilating and I was crying and Olivia had gotten worked up and was crying as well...
I swore I would NEVER cut his hair again. and that was just the end of that, he can have long hair, some boys do... and they are cute. we will just have to wait till he is old enough to understand a little better what is going on.
Well it has been about three months since the last instance, and well Kevin wanted a hair cut last night. I got out all the clippers and stuff and we put Olivia in the swing and Gavin watched form afar what was going on. Kevin asked him if he wanted his hair cut and he immediately cried "NO" - screamed really. After Kevin's hair was complete he asked Gavin if he wanted to stand on the chair and eat a sucker and have his turn.
And to my surprise he agreed. We told him we were going to make him pretty - yes pretty - like daddy. And he was sold he stood there and let me cut it! :) AMAZING. He kept the sucker in his mouth, and squirmed a little when I went around the ears, but all in all - it went great! Following his hair cut, it was straight to the tub... but it was a success and we had finally done it and talked him into, the hair cut.
My Kids
The real way to show love
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
buddies
Just lately my son Gavin and my daughter Olivia have really started to grow a strong liking to each other. Gavin can make Olivia smile or even giggle at just the drop of a dime. She absolutely adores him. She will watch him run around the room dancing or playing and can be entertain for hours.
He is all about princess "O" though as well. Such a big helper. He wants to feed her - burp her - help change her - give her blankey/pacifier. Really he is just all about her. And also they each always want to know what the other is up to. Just the other night while Gavin was taking his bath, Olivia had fallen asleep for the night and I had placed her in her crib. Well no more than Gavin was out of the tub and in the living room ready for snack when he quickly realized Olivia was no where to be seen.
"where livy mommy" "MOMMY WHERE BABY LIVY!" not even waiting for the answer he had begun searching all the normal locations. On the floor under her play area, in the exersauser, the bouncy seat he runs into the kitchen to check the swing and then back into the living room and putting his hands out and tilting his head to the side he asked again "where livy" and I said Olivia is in her crib.
He got a sad look on his face and said, "oh no... livy tired? livy go to bed?" and I said yes. And then he said it for the first time "livy no play" That was it, he is now playing with our little four month old Olivia. brought a smile to my face, it is getting clearer now.. that they will be buddies before we know it.
He is all about princess "O" though as well. Such a big helper. He wants to feed her - burp her - help change her - give her blankey/pacifier. Really he is just all about her. And also they each always want to know what the other is up to. Just the other night while Gavin was taking his bath, Olivia had fallen asleep for the night and I had placed her in her crib. Well no more than Gavin was out of the tub and in the living room ready for snack when he quickly realized Olivia was no where to be seen.
"where livy mommy" "MOMMY WHERE BABY LIVY!" not even waiting for the answer he had begun searching all the normal locations. On the floor under her play area, in the exersauser, the bouncy seat he runs into the kitchen to check the swing and then back into the living room and putting his hands out and tilting his head to the side he asked again "where livy" and I said Olivia is in her crib.
He got a sad look on his face and said, "oh no... livy tired? livy go to bed?" and I said yes. And then he said it for the first time "livy no play" That was it, he is now playing with our little four month old Olivia. brought a smile to my face, it is getting clearer now.. that they will be buddies before we know it.
Monday, January 17, 2011
to sit or stand?
My two year old has taken a liking to a new habit - the potty! As the mother, I am without words at this point. I have seen and heard more things this weekend then most mothers probably want to experience, however it probably comes with the job.
It all started on Friday when my little guy looked at me straight in the eyes Friday morning and said "I have to pee, mommy" In complete shock I picked him up and ran to the bathroom. We had tried this before, however it was always me constantly asking if he had to go and him constantly telling me that he didn't even right up to the peeing in the diaper while telling me no. So for him to tell me he had to go - YES - this was a huge step.
I got to the restroom and pulled down his little pants and ripped off the diaper and sat him on the toilet. NO.... he yelled, I pee like daddy, I stand like daddy - oh wonderful.... where will this lead. So I get the little stool out and put it in front of the potty - at this point I will try anything. No more than I had him up on there and lifting the toilet seat his little stream was making it's way to the toilet, the sound of splashing water startled him, and I'll be honest it scared me a little too! I couldnt' believe he had actually done it! and he had! and he was proud... oh boy was he proud... smiling ear to ear and demanding a sticker immediately. I quickly washed his hands and the toilet seat and we made our way into the kitchen to get him a sticker.
That was just the beginning, the following days were nothing short of a miracle.... He was doing it, telling me he had to go and wearing ' big boy underwear.' Although the fountain of urine made its way everywhere around the toilet, on his hands, on the bathroom wall and toilet seat, and every where else. Still I can't explain how exciting this is to a mother of two - changing two sets of butts everyday - this is plain amazing..... here other than inside the toilet. He was doing it - peeing, and trying. He has grown to love the underwear and as did I until yesterday - the poop.
OH my... the nightmare of cleaning stool out of your child's underwear. I didn't even know where to begin or how to even get it off without making a mess up and down his legs. There really was no way - it was just gross! and a HUGE MESS! and Gavin didn't quite crying the entire time and kept saying over and over "mommy- u sad? u sad mommy? mommy you sad?" I had to be honest - I was sad, I was more than sad, I could of cried at that moment. But I sucked it up and cleaned him up and we used pull ups the rest of the day! - he kept them clean but still! I was just nervous.
So this leads me to my question, when potty training a little boy, it's all fun when they stand and pee and they think it is neat, but then how do you teach them to poop? So when potty training a two year old? should they sit or stand?
It all started on Friday when my little guy looked at me straight in the eyes Friday morning and said "I have to pee, mommy" In complete shock I picked him up and ran to the bathroom. We had tried this before, however it was always me constantly asking if he had to go and him constantly telling me that he didn't even right up to the peeing in the diaper while telling me no. So for him to tell me he had to go - YES - this was a huge step.
I got to the restroom and pulled down his little pants and ripped off the diaper and sat him on the toilet. NO.... he yelled, I pee like daddy, I stand like daddy - oh wonderful.... where will this lead. So I get the little stool out and put it in front of the potty - at this point I will try anything. No more than I had him up on there and lifting the toilet seat his little stream was making it's way to the toilet, the sound of splashing water startled him, and I'll be honest it scared me a little too! I couldnt' believe he had actually done it! and he had! and he was proud... oh boy was he proud... smiling ear to ear and demanding a sticker immediately. I quickly washed his hands and the toilet seat and we made our way into the kitchen to get him a sticker.
That was just the beginning, the following days were nothing short of a miracle.... He was doing it, telling me he had to go and wearing ' big boy underwear.' Although the fountain of urine made its way everywhere around the toilet, on his hands, on the bathroom wall and toilet seat, and every where else. Still I can't explain how exciting this is to a mother of two - changing two sets of butts everyday - this is plain amazing..... here other than inside the toilet. He was doing it - peeing, and trying. He has grown to love the underwear and as did I until yesterday - the poop.
OH my... the nightmare of cleaning stool out of your child's underwear. I didn't even know where to begin or how to even get it off without making a mess up and down his legs. There really was no way - it was just gross! and a HUGE MESS! and Gavin didn't quite crying the entire time and kept saying over and over "mommy- u sad? u sad mommy? mommy you sad?" I had to be honest - I was sad, I was more than sad, I could of cried at that moment. But I sucked it up and cleaned him up and we used pull ups the rest of the day! - he kept them clean but still! I was just nervous.
So this leads me to my question, when potty training a little boy, it's all fun when they stand and pee and they think it is neat, but then how do you teach them to poop? So when potty training a two year old? should they sit or stand?
Friday, January 14, 2011
Vacation Day!
Although today is Friday, I was able to spend the majority of my day with my children. A wonderful vacation day, we didn't sleep in, but we accomplished a lot together. Seeing the world through their little eyes truly is amazing.
Today Gavin, my son, was in a peculiarly good mood, he new today was just for him. We played toys and the he peed on the potty for me all day! Wearing his little "choo choo train" underwear, which were really Thomas the Train.
Every time he would go on the potty he would run to our fridge and put a little sticker on the laminated tree from Santa. And then with out being told look up and say thank you Santa. I like stickers. What a little man. He has such a fun y understanding of it all.
He knows, in his mind if he goes pee he gets a sticker, from Santa. And a hug and high five from mom and dad. However every accident he looks straight at me and say, "mommy sad, cause Gavin was bad."
He knows I love him, just disappointed, and as a two year old he wants to verbalize everything. And I mean everything. He walked around our place today sharing his every move through words. He amazes me with his vocabulary and understanding. He is twenty six months old, okay so two. But with his personality and olivia's smile I had the best vacation day!
This evening the fun continued, as Gavin broke the pantry door, road his bike through the kitchen and played with our counter top convection oven. Following all that fun was bath time, and tonight he decided that he was taking his bath until he was cold. Which means, he intended to stay in there until the water turned cold. Kids?!? Anyone up for a cold bath? Not me!
Finally after bath we had some serious cuddle time which was followed by, I have to pee!
Oh the sound of that was music to my ears, he had never really told me before, it was always I asking him, and him saying no, and then I sitting him on the toilet anyways. This was a step, a big step, in the right direction. At this moment I didn't realize how big of a moment it would be. He decided that this time he would not sit, but he was standing. He says he is a big boy like daddy. Ha, we'll see about that.
I figured this moment to be a disaster and probably be followed by another bath. However my little man succeeded in his mission and a smile of pride was worn by him for at least the next fifteen minutes - and probably me too!
Today Gavin, my son, was in a peculiarly good mood, he new today was just for him. We played toys and the he peed on the potty for me all day! Wearing his little "choo choo train" underwear, which were really Thomas the Train.
Every time he would go on the potty he would run to our fridge and put a little sticker on the laminated tree from Santa. And then with out being told look up and say thank you Santa. I like stickers. What a little man. He has such a fun y understanding of it all.
He knows, in his mind if he goes pee he gets a sticker, from Santa. And a hug and high five from mom and dad. However every accident he looks straight at me and say, "mommy sad, cause Gavin was bad."
He knows I love him, just disappointed, and as a two year old he wants to verbalize everything. And I mean everything. He walked around our place today sharing his every move through words. He amazes me with his vocabulary and understanding. He is twenty six months old, okay so two. But with his personality and olivia's smile I had the best vacation day!
This evening the fun continued, as Gavin broke the pantry door, road his bike through the kitchen and played with our counter top convection oven. Following all that fun was bath time, and tonight he decided that he was taking his bath until he was cold. Which means, he intended to stay in there until the water turned cold. Kids?!? Anyone up for a cold bath? Not me!
Finally after bath we had some serious cuddle time which was followed by, I have to pee!
Oh the sound of that was music to my ears, he had never really told me before, it was always I asking him, and him saying no, and then I sitting him on the toilet anyways. This was a step, a big step, in the right direction. At this moment I didn't realize how big of a moment it would be. He decided that this time he would not sit, but he was standing. He says he is a big boy like daddy. Ha, we'll see about that.
I figured this moment to be a disaster and probably be followed by another bath. However my little man succeeded in his mission and a smile of pride was worn by him for at least the next fifteen minutes - and probably me too!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
running late
Before I had children, I was usually the one you could rely on being early. My father had always taught me that to be early is to be on time and to be on time is to be late and to be late - well that just wasn't acceptable. Well here I am a mere 26 years of age with two little tikes to take care of and almost always seem to be running late. And by late - I mean "unacceptable." Usually this happens during the morning when my 2 hour long routine gets messed with, however it can happen almost any time of the day - when I need to be almost anywhere.
Sometimes, okay usually it's my fault but I just can't seem to get into the swing of things. I just love my kids to much. This morning I was running late, why you wonder. Well it isn't because either of my kids woke up early or because either of them were sick or cranky. Instead it was the complete opposite.
Instead they were both sleeping so soundly I just kept thinking I could wait just a little longer before waking them up. Until it seems I waited to long and had to wake them up. I began with Olivia as she needed a bottle before leaving in the morning.
She was all smiles when I woke her and just kept cooing and cooing, I loved it so much I found it hard to just shove a bottle in her mouth so she would eat. But as soon as I did, of coarse she was hungry and ate the whole thing. Following the feeding we went into the bedroom and turned on the light and I began changing Olivia for the day as Gavin slowly rolled around and began waking up.
I set Olivia down and went to get Gavin when I hear " mommy - way with meee... peeeze" - which of coarse means my 2 year old son is asking for a hug and for mommy to crawl in bed with him and cuddle for a bit before beginning his day - now tell me what mom can say no to this.... so of coarse I pipe up.... of coarse.... mommy will lay with you... and i say. just for a little bit. well it was a little bit, but it seems all my little bits turn into - running late.
Sometimes, okay usually it's my fault but I just can't seem to get into the swing of things. I just love my kids to much. This morning I was running late, why you wonder. Well it isn't because either of my kids woke up early or because either of them were sick or cranky. Instead it was the complete opposite.
Instead they were both sleeping so soundly I just kept thinking I could wait just a little longer before waking them up. Until it seems I waited to long and had to wake them up. I began with Olivia as she needed a bottle before leaving in the morning.
She was all smiles when I woke her and just kept cooing and cooing, I loved it so much I found it hard to just shove a bottle in her mouth so she would eat. But as soon as I did, of coarse she was hungry and ate the whole thing. Following the feeding we went into the bedroom and turned on the light and I began changing Olivia for the day as Gavin slowly rolled around and began waking up.
I set Olivia down and went to get Gavin when I hear " mommy - way with meee... peeeze" - which of coarse means my 2 year old son is asking for a hug and for mommy to crawl in bed with him and cuddle for a bit before beginning his day - now tell me what mom can say no to this.... so of coarse I pipe up.... of coarse.... mommy will lay with you... and i say. just for a little bit. well it was a little bit, but it seems all my little bits turn into - running late.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
choo choo train house
Saturday my husband Kevin and I decided to make a last minute shopping trip to Dayton. We had several returns/switches to make from Christmas Gifts. The children's clothes needed to be exchanged for a larger size. We also thought being the end of the winter 'clothing' season in the stores, that we may be able to get some good bargains.
It was a great drive down, the kids both fell sound to sleep - Olivia has learned a new noise she now zerberts - spits - constantly. She is very proud every time she does it - it's usually followed with a big ole smile. So she does this until falling asleep and Gavin soon follows.
We make it to elderbeerman and we make our trades/returns and buy a ton of clothes for the two little ones, good deals - steals really. Then over to the men's department - and as Kevin is trying on some clothes - I have both kids, and I decide that if we keep walking throughout the store that Gavin will keep busy and not get into any trouble - well it isn't long and he demands that I hold him (we have only a single stroller and Olivia is seated inside) So there I am carrying one on my hip and pushing the other - and of coarse by this time we are on the other side of the department store.. when I realize I can come up with a game.
I tell Gavin that we are going to march - he loves to march - so quickly he gets down and stands on the ground I said - he has to march right next to the stroller - if i stop so does he... so there we are and he is shouting "March. March. March. March... do the March March March" and then suddenly I would stop the stroller and yell stop.... and he stops... then I'd start back up and he would start back up. slow down speed up. you get the point... this worked wonderfully. I knew where he was at. and he was excited to "play"
a few ladies standing in the women's department began to giggle and tell me how precious he is... and I look down and suddenly i stop in my tracks - red faced I realize he has pealed the pants stickers off of my pants and Kevin's and has stuck one across his forehead and one across his chest - with out even knowing it - he has been marching around the entire store... with my size stamped all over his body... wow... what a MOM moment.
following this store we then decide we need to go somewhere to let him burn some energy off before heading home. We drove around, for what seemed forever, in circles looking for Chucky Cheese - we had never gone before but thought it would be nice, Gavin could run around a bit and we could get Olivia out of her car seat and she would just enjoy looking around at all the kids and lights and such.
Well we found it - and no more than we pull in the parking lot - we both look towards each other, it was clear we would not be walking into that place. It was a Saturday night at 5:30, bad planning on our part - the place was packed. Kevin makes the suggestion that we go to mall and let him run around in the kids play area. Excellent idea I thought - he can burn some energy off, we can go to the food court and get a quick supper and the play area is free.
Well we got there - and of coarse the store we parked in front of was on the wrong end of the mall for the play area - so we got our exercise in and began walking to the other end of it. Gavin clenched onto Kevin as he carried him and I pushed Olivia in the stroller - I asked Gavin what was wrong. He answered quickly - " I scared mommy" and buried his head in Kevin's shoulder.
Poor little guy - we finally reached the play area and Kevin told me to just leave the kids with him and go up stairs and get us some steak escape subs. So I headed on up and as I looked back Gavin was just getting his shoes off.
.....
Heading back down the escalator I noticed that Gavin is still sitting in the exact same position he was when I went up - here Kevin quickly explains that Gavin no longer thinks the play area is fun - he now finds all the new kids and strangers - scary....
oh..... he is two.. and learning.... Kevin let me know that Gavin would not leave his lap. I said, well since he isn't playing do you want to go back upstairs in the food area and sit at a table and eat. Kevin agreed and we gathered the socks and shoes - coats, diaper bag, stroller, food, and drink and headed up the elevator.
If someone would of told me that this would of been the wisest move ever I wouldn't of believed them, but it was amazing...
the time in the food court is unforgettable. First of all the subs were amazing and we sat next to all the quarter machine rides and Gavin was at the perfect age that he just climbed and played on them for a half hour at least. NO QUARTERS NEEDED..... what made the adventure that much better on the second floor there was a choo choo train, large enough that a man drove it and pulled a little string that made a aloud choo chooo sound and smoke exited the large smoke stack in the front. following his cart was three little carry cabooses... that kids could pay three dollars to ride on.
by seven thirty we realized it was time to go and we had wanted to stop at Once Upon a Child before heading home, we hurried up cleaned up our mess - hit the bathrooms and headed for our long walk across the mall back to our van.
As we were leaving the mall parking lot my son says... "mum... i excited" i said awe whys that hunny and he says " I like the choo choo train house"
apparently - to a two year old - that's exactly what the mall is... a giant choo choo house!
It was a great drive down, the kids both fell sound to sleep - Olivia has learned a new noise she now zerberts - spits - constantly. She is very proud every time she does it - it's usually followed with a big ole smile. So she does this until falling asleep and Gavin soon follows.
We make it to elderbeerman and we make our trades/returns and buy a ton of clothes for the two little ones, good deals - steals really. Then over to the men's department - and as Kevin is trying on some clothes - I have both kids, and I decide that if we keep walking throughout the store that Gavin will keep busy and not get into any trouble - well it isn't long and he demands that I hold him (we have only a single stroller and Olivia is seated inside) So there I am carrying one on my hip and pushing the other - and of coarse by this time we are on the other side of the department store.. when I realize I can come up with a game.
I tell Gavin that we are going to march - he loves to march - so quickly he gets down and stands on the ground I said - he has to march right next to the stroller - if i stop so does he... so there we are and he is shouting "March. March. March. March... do the March March March" and then suddenly I would stop the stroller and yell stop.... and he stops... then I'd start back up and he would start back up. slow down speed up. you get the point... this worked wonderfully. I knew where he was at. and he was excited to "play"
a few ladies standing in the women's department began to giggle and tell me how precious he is... and I look down and suddenly i stop in my tracks - red faced I realize he has pealed the pants stickers off of my pants and Kevin's and has stuck one across his forehead and one across his chest - with out even knowing it - he has been marching around the entire store... with my size stamped all over his body... wow... what a MOM moment.
following this store we then decide we need to go somewhere to let him burn some energy off before heading home. We drove around, for what seemed forever, in circles looking for Chucky Cheese - we had never gone before but thought it would be nice, Gavin could run around a bit and we could get Olivia out of her car seat and she would just enjoy looking around at all the kids and lights and such.
Well we found it - and no more than we pull in the parking lot - we both look towards each other, it was clear we would not be walking into that place. It was a Saturday night at 5:30, bad planning on our part - the place was packed. Kevin makes the suggestion that we go to mall and let him run around in the kids play area. Excellent idea I thought - he can burn some energy off, we can go to the food court and get a quick supper and the play area is free.
Well we got there - and of coarse the store we parked in front of was on the wrong end of the mall for the play area - so we got our exercise in and began walking to the other end of it. Gavin clenched onto Kevin as he carried him and I pushed Olivia in the stroller - I asked Gavin what was wrong. He answered quickly - " I scared mommy" and buried his head in Kevin's shoulder.
Poor little guy - we finally reached the play area and Kevin told me to just leave the kids with him and go up stairs and get us some steak escape subs. So I headed on up and as I looked back Gavin was just getting his shoes off.
.....
Heading back down the escalator I noticed that Gavin is still sitting in the exact same position he was when I went up - here Kevin quickly explains that Gavin no longer thinks the play area is fun - he now finds all the new kids and strangers - scary....
oh..... he is two.. and learning.... Kevin let me know that Gavin would not leave his lap. I said, well since he isn't playing do you want to go back upstairs in the food area and sit at a table and eat. Kevin agreed and we gathered the socks and shoes - coats, diaper bag, stroller, food, and drink and headed up the elevator.
If someone would of told me that this would of been the wisest move ever I wouldn't of believed them, but it was amazing...
the time in the food court is unforgettable. First of all the subs were amazing and we sat next to all the quarter machine rides and Gavin was at the perfect age that he just climbed and played on them for a half hour at least. NO QUARTERS NEEDED..... what made the adventure that much better on the second floor there was a choo choo train, large enough that a man drove it and pulled a little string that made a aloud choo chooo sound and smoke exited the large smoke stack in the front. following his cart was three little carry cabooses... that kids could pay three dollars to ride on.
by seven thirty we realized it was time to go and we had wanted to stop at Once Upon a Child before heading home, we hurried up cleaned up our mess - hit the bathrooms and headed for our long walk across the mall back to our van.
As we were leaving the mall parking lot my son says... "mum... i excited" i said awe whys that hunny and he says " I like the choo choo train house"
apparently - to a two year old - that's exactly what the mall is... a giant choo choo house!
cold day
This morning while rushing around the house getting ready I walked past the living room to see in the corner of my eye my two year old sitting on top of his toy box just gazing out side the window. I decided to slow down a bit and see what was going on in that little mind of his, I walk over and say "what are you doing" and he says... snow mom? as if he wasn't quite sure. I answered with a yes! (A lot of it actually, the schools are delayed and there is at least 4-5 inches out there.) Do you like snow Gavin?
No! Snow Cold! - that's my boy! I continued on my way and finished gathering all the things for today at the sitters - and he has started to take of his jammies and say - I need clothes mom - it's cold! .... so for the first time today he took off his jammies on his own and got a shirt on! I helped with the pants.. but he was proud. Then after that socks and shoes and finally a coat. We started loading the van. All ready just about to back out of the driveway... and MOM----- COLD!!!!!!! I NEED MY SNOW STUFF.
I didn't know what he was talking about at first until it hit me, that he wanted me to grab the bag of snow gear - boots and all from the laundry room. I ran in quick and grabbed it. Who knows the babysitters kids may be home all day today - SNOW DAY.... COLD DAY.
No! Snow Cold! - that's my boy! I continued on my way and finished gathering all the things for today at the sitters - and he has started to take of his jammies and say - I need clothes mom - it's cold! .... so for the first time today he took off his jammies on his own and got a shirt on! I helped with the pants.. but he was proud. Then after that socks and shoes and finally a coat. We started loading the van. All ready just about to back out of the driveway... and MOM----- COLD!!!!!!! I NEED MY SNOW STUFF.
I didn't know what he was talking about at first until it hit me, that he wanted me to grab the bag of snow gear - boots and all from the laundry room. I ran in quick and grabbed it. Who knows the babysitters kids may be home all day today - SNOW DAY.... COLD DAY.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
the email
the phone call - the dreaded phone call, you pick up the call longing to talk to the person on the other line just as your two year old is longing to be held "hold me mom" and then followed by " i talk" " i say hi" Gavin LOVES PHONES! He must take after his mother - loves to communicate. Well if I clearly state that I am going to be talking on the phone now Gavin you go play with your toys. He will leave me and the phone alone - but that is worse.
In leaving me alone he has found a new way to entertain himself - and it's not with his toys. This is the time when their imagination roams free. The book shelf becomes a mountain - at which he thinks he must climb. Outlets a chance to get mom's attention and a jump and run of me towards him. The kitchen cupboards - bowls now drums. DVD's seem to something fun to throw throughout the living room. Shoes and Clothes scattered all throughout the living room - drug out from his bedroom.
My 10 minute phone call has now caused me a 30 minute clean up session. And the sad thing is, I don't remember 7 minutes of my phone call as they were interrupted with - hold on I got to get Gavin, hold on Olivia is fussing, and be right back I have to stop Gavin he is trying to climb.
I have come to realize that the phone call should just turn into - the email.
In leaving me alone he has found a new way to entertain himself - and it's not with his toys. This is the time when their imagination roams free. The book shelf becomes a mountain - at which he thinks he must climb. Outlets a chance to get mom's attention and a jump and run of me towards him. The kitchen cupboards - bowls now drums. DVD's seem to something fun to throw throughout the living room. Shoes and Clothes scattered all throughout the living room - drug out from his bedroom.
My 10 minute phone call has now caused me a 30 minute clean up session. And the sad thing is, I don't remember 7 minutes of my phone call as they were interrupted with - hold on I got to get Gavin, hold on Olivia is fussing, and be right back I have to stop Gavin he is trying to climb.
I have come to realize that the phone call should just turn into - the email.
Monday, January 10, 2011
the drop off
As every mother knows (whether working or stay at home mom) the dreaded drop off is usually something new every day - or in my case every morning. The time isn't even the same sometimes I get there on time 7:30 am - others I am a few minutes ahead, but in most cases in the morning i am flying up her driveway at roughly 7:42.
The trip of a long 3 minutes is long enough for Gavin to realize just where he is heading and that mom will not be staying with him when he reaches the sitters house. Olivia is sometimes screaming at the top of her lungs because I have not gotten the last burp out correctly and the bumpiness of the van ride has caused it to make her little belly upset. However there are the other mornings, some mornings the kids remain calm, Gavin singing some tune softly that has been stuck in his head while Olivia doses off to sleep. Today not one of those days.
Today was a sad day - the morning that makes a mother well up with tears in her eyes, the little man hung to my leg as I told the sitter what time Olivia had last ate, and got out her bottles for today and Gavin's breakfast - "hold me mommy" "hold me"
I pick him up and he lays his head down on my shoulder and gives me a hug - wow. The hug only a mother knows... Those two year old hugs are amazing! They just carry so much love, more than their little bodies can hold. I tried to occupy him with the toy train set, breakfast, Olivia, until finally it was time I had to go.
Handed him off to the sitter and headed for the door afraid to turn around as I heard my little man screaming for his mommy.
You and I - we both know he will be fine, and within 2 minutes he was playing and had forgotten all about the traumatic event, playing with the exact train I had been trying to occupy him with earlier and enjoying his morning waffles however. For me - the traumatic event will not be forgotten until at least noon today - as a working mother, I never forget my child's cry and the drop off.
The trip of a long 3 minutes is long enough for Gavin to realize just where he is heading and that mom will not be staying with him when he reaches the sitters house. Olivia is sometimes screaming at the top of her lungs because I have not gotten the last burp out correctly and the bumpiness of the van ride has caused it to make her little belly upset. However there are the other mornings, some mornings the kids remain calm, Gavin singing some tune softly that has been stuck in his head while Olivia doses off to sleep. Today not one of those days.
Today was a sad day - the morning that makes a mother well up with tears in her eyes, the little man hung to my leg as I told the sitter what time Olivia had last ate, and got out her bottles for today and Gavin's breakfast - "hold me mommy" "hold me"
I pick him up and he lays his head down on my shoulder and gives me a hug - wow. The hug only a mother knows... Those two year old hugs are amazing! They just carry so much love, more than their little bodies can hold. I tried to occupy him with the toy train set, breakfast, Olivia, until finally it was time I had to go.
Handed him off to the sitter and headed for the door afraid to turn around as I heard my little man screaming for his mommy.
You and I - we both know he will be fine, and within 2 minutes he was playing and had forgotten all about the traumatic event, playing with the exact train I had been trying to occupy him with earlier and enjoying his morning waffles however. For me - the traumatic event will not be forgotten until at least noon today - as a working mother, I never forget my child's cry and the drop off.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
sunday nap
Those of you who are mothers or fathers out there no what I am going to be talking about when I title my blog the Sunday Nap. It's a time of the weekend I as a mother always look forward to - it is the one time that I can sit down and relax without spec of sound and not feel guilty about it.
Sunday Morning - the rush - up and get all diapers changed, bottles fed, milk and breakfast and then starts in the showers all to be done in time for church. Home from mass and we follow the same welcomed routines. Breakfast by daddy - an amazing brunch - as mom gets everyone out of church clothes and into Sunday lounge.
Brunch is ate and enjoyed - every last drop of it and then the tired eyes set in - not for one, but for all four. Olivia is hungry - it's bottle time, and the battle begins with our son Gavin. He usually lays down well for nap, but by this point he is beyond exhausted and bucks a little. He then ask if he takes a nap when he wakes up - can he go see grandpa? My husband answers yes! - well a curse and a blessing, now Gavin is eagerly awaiting bed and is sitting strait up in his car bed, however the excitement going on in that little body of his is busting at the seems and I don't see how sleep can be anywhere in the near future.
Several songs later - some sang by mommy and others by daddy - mostly ABC's, 123's and a little Twinkle Twinkle and the little guy is out like a light.
Now for Olivia - she is a dull she just laid right down and stared at her mobile as it went round and round and eventually closes her sweet little eyes and rest of to bed.
Now is the time! the wonderful time! it's a time of pure confusion, do we watch football, scrub the kitchen floor, work on scrap booking, cars in the garage, nap ourselves or enjoy a Sunday afternoon movie.
Well today it's a movie - Salt (with Angelina) - and then after the kids are up from nap, I guess we will be keeping that promise to Mr Gavin and visiting my mom and dads.
Sunday Morning - the rush - up and get all diapers changed, bottles fed, milk and breakfast and then starts in the showers all to be done in time for church. Home from mass and we follow the same welcomed routines. Breakfast by daddy - an amazing brunch - as mom gets everyone out of church clothes and into Sunday lounge.
Brunch is ate and enjoyed - every last drop of it and then the tired eyes set in - not for one, but for all four. Olivia is hungry - it's bottle time, and the battle begins with our son Gavin. He usually lays down well for nap, but by this point he is beyond exhausted and bucks a little. He then ask if he takes a nap when he wakes up - can he go see grandpa? My husband answers yes! - well a curse and a blessing, now Gavin is eagerly awaiting bed and is sitting strait up in his car bed, however the excitement going on in that little body of his is busting at the seems and I don't see how sleep can be anywhere in the near future.
Several songs later - some sang by mommy and others by daddy - mostly ABC's, 123's and a little Twinkle Twinkle and the little guy is out like a light.
Now for Olivia - she is a dull she just laid right down and stared at her mobile as it went round and round and eventually closes her sweet little eyes and rest of to bed.
Now is the time! the wonderful time! it's a time of pure confusion, do we watch football, scrub the kitchen floor, work on scrap booking, cars in the garage, nap ourselves or enjoy a Sunday afternoon movie.
Well today it's a movie - Salt (with Angelina) - and then after the kids are up from nap, I guess we will be keeping that promise to Mr Gavin and visiting my mom and dads.
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