The Talk(er)

Have you ever seen the car commercial where the dad is putting his daughter in the backseat of the car, and she is just jabbering away and he’s trying to get to the drivers seat but is politely trying to wait for a break in her chatter?

There was no break in the chatter. So he just closes the door, gets in the front seat, and his daughter is still talking, seemingly unaware that her communication partner had ducked out for a second.

That is my child. Well, she’s not the one in the commercial. But she talks like her.

She is my jibber-jabberer.

I remember being SO excited to hear her first word.  It is the millionth word in the past hour that I am not so excited about. Especially if I am listening to those words through the door of the bathroom.

Don’t get me wrong, she’s not constantly talking. But when she gets going- my word!, or in this case, my hundreds of words!- she just keeps going.

She also loves to talk at times when she shouldn’t be talking. Like when someone else is talking.

Or in class. Which was prominently featured in her most recent “report card”. She is a great student, does her work, does it well, loves to learn.

But the talking….

During quiet work time, during group work time, during hallway transition time, during centers time….ALL.THE.TIME.

Last night before bed we had our nightly “cuddle”, which consists of a hug and a check in before lights out. This is one of her favorite times to “get going”. She’ll go all evening with barely answering my questions, but then when it’s time to call it a good-night, she gets chatty. Last night she was particularly chatty, talking to me all about where she is in Harry Potter, the crazy thing her friend did, the crazy thing she did, how crazy her sister is, why is everybody so crazy…

While she’s talking I am gently pushing her back onto her bed and covering her up and she says, “Mommy, I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Sweets, you are a bit chatty tonight. Time to rest your brain [so you can talk all day tomorrow].”

“I don’t know why I like to talk so much, why do you think I like to talk so much? Do you know anyone that likes to talk as much as me I don’t think anyone else talks as much as me but I’m going to try and not talk so much anymore”….talktalktalktalktalktalktalktalktalk..

I silently back slowly out of the room, closing the door, listening as my sweet, sweet, child just will not stop talking.

Have a great crazy day!

 

 

 

 

Homemade

If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you’ve noted all of the arts and crafts taking place in our home. I am a glutten for punishment, I know. It sort of makes my heart sing though, when my 4yo comes up to me, abandoning her Saturday morning cartoons, asking if I could “set up an activity” for her. Of course, I then need to abandon my hot cup of coffee to spend the next 30 minutes trying to figure out exactly WHAT activity she had in mind because clearly none of the ones I have chosen, the ones that require minimal adult intervention, make the cut. A small price to pay, I say to myself, as I put my coffee in the microwave for the 9th time.

Whenever possible, I insert art into my kids’ day. They especially like to make art for others. Cards for friend’s and family’s birthday’s are fan favorites.

But the mother of all homemade cards: Valentines Day.

I heart doilies and pink construction paper. Call me old fashioned like that. With buckets full of puffy hearts and a ton of glitter, my girls got to work. Their Valentines did not disappoint.

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Heart shaped glitter laden Valentines in the making!

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The “dead” Valentine.

Sarah decided to give all her valentines “faces” and make them into people. The above was my favorite, the “Dead One” as she called it. I’d love to know which friend got this card!

Do your kids make homemade gifts or cards?

Have a great crazy day!

No Middle Ground

Kids are pretty much “all or nothing” type creatures. There is no “gray” area. When told to do something, they either do it ALL THE WAY or sulk in the corner and proclaim that they CAN’T DO ANYTHING.

Like wearing underwear. Simple enough, right? WRONG!

After her shower the other night, SJ comes out laughing and lifts her jammies to a bare butt.

“SJ, go put on some underwear!”

So, not unlike Joey from Friends, she comes out wearing ALL THE UNDERWEAR.

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Could she BE wearing any more underwear??

13 pairs of underwear, to be exact.

We eventually got down to a more respectable 1 pair of underwear, though not without a debate on how her butt “needs to be cozy”.

Have a great crazy day!

Caution: Dangerous Things

Kids, it would seem, are on the brink of imminent danger ALL OF THE TIME. They fall down. They run into things. They fall off of things. They fall off something and then run into something on the way to tell you they fell off something.

They always need a band-aid for something that does not require a band-aid.

Kids take risks. As parents, our job is to keep those little risk takers as safe as possible and prevent them from physically harming themselves….too much.

Here is the thing though: you need to do this while still allowing them to take those risks that could result in some sort of physical hurting that requires a band-aid.

For our kids to grow up understanding how to take APPROPRIATE risks, we need to allow them to take the risk in the first place. They need to learn their boundaries, what they can and cannot do. On their own. Otherwise we are going to have kids that, given the first taste of freedom, are going to do something incredibly stupid because we were not there to tell them THAT IS GOING TO REALLY HURT YOU AND POSSIBLY SOMEONE ELSE. This happens because they have no idea of their limitations because they’ve never tested them before. And when you are older, your “risk taking” is going to be much more significant; a risk that will land you in jail and/or the hospital or…let’s not think about it.

I was thinking about this over the weekend as we were engaged in all sorts of Halloween fun. Some of these fun things included very sharp carving implements and things with warning labels saying “Toxic and harmful if swallowed”. There were also 0 incidents of calling poison control or 911 for a missing digit.

This is what I did. I showed them how to use the razor sharp tool/deadly poisonous paint appropriately, doled out some very detailed rules such as “be careful”, “don’t poke anyone in the eye”, and “don’t spray this in your face”, then stood back and watched as they very appropriately and very carefully used these items. On their own. Without me next to them.

Kids, when given the opportunity and responsibility, will amaze you. And it shouldn’t even be that amazing, because contrary to popular belief, kids don’t want to hurt themselves. But they DO want to try out that cool thing you’ve told them they can’t touch. So when you give them the chance, they are careful not to blow it. Did they get non-washable spray paint on their clothes? Yes. Did they carve the pumpkin within an inch of it’s ability to stay standing and showing any semblance of at one point being a pumpkin? Yes. Did they have a great time and show mommy that they can be big girls and use dangerous things with a little bit of modeling and trust? Yes.

However, they both ended up running into things and needing band-aids for injuries that in no way needed a band-aid.

Come on, some things never change.

 

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Using Very Sharp Tools

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Just Pretending To Be Dead and Being Eaten By Spiders

 

 

Have a great crazy day and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Silly, Sweet, Sassy, and…..SEVEN!

Well, well, well. Look who’s seven today.

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This of course calls for a super special 6am celebration of birthday ice cream. Song and all.

My girl with the bright blue eyes and sweet smile.

Mahlie

 

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Who also happens to be super sassy.

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She is known on occasion to be super silly.

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She is an adored sister.

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She is my sweets who loves her sweets.

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She’s grown to be strong and self confident.

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But still super serious about her books.

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She’s my super girl.

 

Have a great crazy day!

That’s What She Said

You know how when your kid says something that isn’t funny, but the WAY they say it, MAKES it funny? And you know how that thing they are saying isn’t really all that appropriate to be yelling out in public, so the less attention you give it the better?

Right. So I’m failing at that.

This isn’t the first time I’ve failed at parenting. Failing at parenting is actually something I am quite good at.

If you remember, way back when, my older daughter took to whispering to me, “I HAVE A PENIS!” and I would burst out laughing and could not stop. I give it all caps because that indicates a child whisper, which is not a whisper at all but more like a scream that can be heard by the neighbors.

Fortunately, over time, she stopped. It had nothing to do with me stopping laughing every time she said it, I think she just thought to herself, “too easy, and now this is boring, so I am going to start running through the yard naked and see how that goes.”

I digress.

I now find myself in a similar situation with my youngest. It started innocently enough. I had a routine when tucking my daughter in to bed. It went something like this:

I would cover her up and say, “Now your feet are going to bed” and I would squeeze her feet; “Now your legs are going to bed” and I would squeeze her legs; “Now your shoulders are going to bed” and I would squeeze her shoulders. I would end by saying, “now your head is going to bed” and I would kiss her on her head.

One night, she turned over, looked at me, smiled and said, “Is my bagina going to bed?”

I tried, oh I tried SO. HARD. not to laugh. But my cheeks started twitching and my eyes started tearing and I just couldn’t stop it.

Now, in the same vein as her sister, she comes up to me and says, “Hey mommy, BAGINA!” and I am helpless. HELPLESS.

I have created a monster. It is now her favorite word. She replaces words in songs with it. Example:

“Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-BAGINA!”

Or makes it into a joke:

“Knock Knock”

“Who’s there?”

“BAGINA!”

This is my own fault, I realize this. I try walking away, she just runs after me, repeating it louder and louder. I hide in my room, she lays down and yells it from under the door.

Anyways, that is my most recent colossal parenting fail; failing to get my child to not say bagina.

Have a great crazy day!

 

Celebrate Good Times

Well, that went by fast! I had every intention of posting about our great 4th weekend, but summer got in the way and I was busy having a glass of wine on the patio instead of inside on my computer. Alas…here we go. A wee bit late, but perhaps everyone else is on summer time along with me.

We celebrated the 4th by….staying home. We barely left the house! In years past we’ve spent it at the beach, or gone to a big BBQ or gone to the pool for the majority of the weekend. This year- we parked it at our house. No grand plans to prepare for, no packing up the kids. It was a welcome change from the constant plans we’ve had so far this summer.

Yet, it was just as busy. I do have 2 kids and staying home and kicking up your feet and relaxing doesn’t compute to them. So I broke out Pinterest and did my best at creating a fun weekend for them, while maintaining my sanity and getting some sort of relaxing in for myself.

My girls are a crafty couple, so I hit up Michael’s to stock up on enough supplies to keep the house good and messy for a another 2 weeks. I will be finding pom-pom’s and glitter in all corners of the house until Christmas. A friend asked me where I get all my craft ideas and I laughed and said, “I just throw out a couple art supplies and say, MAKE A MESS!” and consider the end result “art”. In all seriousness, I have included links to craft activities my kids did over the weekend here, here, and here.

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Firework Art, otherwise known as “water fight with paint”. Don’t wear your 4th of July best for this one.

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The result of all that paint flinging. Not pictures, the clothes that immediately needed to go in the laundry.

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Gluing pom-poms onto things are way harder than you would imagine. Except to your fingers. They will absolutely stick to your finders. And your hair. But on the things you WANT to stick them too? A lot harder.

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Be warned: Tye Dye does NOT come off your fingers for a good week. And it will not come out of your most comfortable pair of shorts in forever.

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We decided to have a 4th of July Parade, and Oscar, who we were dog-sitting, was our mascot. He may not have exactly volunteered and he may have jumped out of the wagon 5 seconds after this photo and shredded his outfit.

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Our parade consisted of one decorated wagon and 3 participants. But they were DECKED.OUT.

Fourth of July was Evan’s favorite holiday, so we always get fireworks and sparklers for him and like to think he’s watching our fun from heaven.

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Sarah doesn’t like loud noises, so fireworks are not her thing. So i asked the guy at the fireworks stand for fountains that were “quiet”. The one labled “TNT” should have tipped me off they were not going to be quiet. Even the one that says “quiet” didn’t quite live up to its name. Safe to say Sarah bolted out of there and remained hidden in her room for the duration.

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It’s not a celebration until we give our kids something really hot that could likely result in them burning their fingers.

Holiday celebrations also wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t make enough food for 20 people when we are having exactly 0 people come over. I’d link the recipe for the pulled pork, but I leave the grilling/smoking to my husband.

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I made a huge batch of pasta that I thought would last all weekend for lunches for the girls. But all of a sudden Sarah “hates” pasta and Mahlie made us question her parentage when she declared she hates bacon. No worries, more for me. Link to recipe here.

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We are also big on frozen treats. Stick some fruit in juice, freeze it, and our kids think it’s the best snack in the world! You don’t really need a recipe for that, I just used lemonade and put in raspberries and blueberries. But for some festive frozen treats for your kids see here and here. For a festive adult treat, see here.

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I hope everyone had a great holiday!