So at preschool, they take turns bringing home the "sharing bag". Everyone gets a turn with it and it usually involves doing something like writing things you like to do with your family or providing pictures of said family or etc. I actually dread hearing those words "mommy, I got the sharing bag today"...especially since I have to act all excited and happy about running to the drugstore to print off a picture at midnight.
Sydney surprised me today. When I pick her up from school, the first thing she does(as usual), before we even leave the building, is to get into her bag and show me what she painted/drew/wrote/tried to pass off as a painting/drawing/writing, oh and also to show me the snack that she didn't eat.
Today, you guessed it, the sharing bag. "How wonderful" I said while actually thinking "great, I have 2 days to do whatever that tag says I have to do and I've got shit to do today and we're going out to dinner tonight and I'm working tomorrow, I hope its not too complicated or I may just have to be the first mom to send her kid to school without the sharing bag and try to make up some excuse as to why it didn't get done and hope she doesn't notice and start crying and trying to make me feel like an even worse mother"
The assignment was to find things in the shape of a square. Immediately, my mind starts running..."square, square, I can't think of ANYTHING in the shape of a square" . The panic starts...I throw it out there to the other moms hoping they'll throw me a bone. They come through "piece of bread, block".
As soon as we get home, Syd is off like a shot and within 1 minute she is back filling the bag with square things...square legos, square books, and a square box
Genius!! I only hope its the same during all those science fairs in her future.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
dirty words
Oh, to get through the day without the words "poop" and "butt" being uttered!! And everytime, followed by 5 seconds of laughter or giggling Every. Single. Time. You would think that it gets old after awhile but it just continues. I've tried ignoring it, I've tried punishment, I've tried telling them what my parents always told me..."that's bathroom talk"...Guess what?! they go into the bathroom and say "poop" and "butt" over and over (always with the requisite laughter afterwards).
Oh, it doesn't have to be them saying it, it can be anyone and not even in the correct context. "Clean your room, but I don't want you just throwing everything in the closet" will also garner the laughter.
Someday, in the not too distant future, I see the dirtier words for those two things being said and I will look back on these days and wish for them back.
Oh, it doesn't have to be them saying it, it can be anyone and not even in the correct context. "Clean your room, but I don't want you just throwing everything in the closet" will also garner the laughter.
Someday, in the not too distant future, I see the dirtier words for those two things being said and I will look back on these days and wish for them back.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I didn't do it!
Tonight after the tub and story, I helped Sydney mark off another day on her calendar. This is a running joke since as soon as she turns the page to the new month, she marks off everyday in it. What is she marking off the days to anyway?? Her next date? Anyway, right next to the calendar, I noticed some beautiful artwork ON THE WALL. I have been a mom for 5.5 years and this is my first experience with original wall art. I said "Did you do this?" (I know, stupid question, but I didn't have much else) and she said "no, I'm not talking to you right now". She is pretty funny when she gets in trouble, she'll say things like "I don't love you anymore" or "I don't want to be your friend now"...like she's punishing me. I really should take a picture of the art because it is her version of a person, you know, huge head, stick legs and alien-looking eyes.
Earlier in the week Syd insisted in writing a letter to a friend of hers from school. (thanks preschool for sending out valentines this year, now she wants to send something everyday). Anyhoo, she scribbled on paper and as she did so she narrated what she was saying "dear Elanora, you are my best friend, I love you so much, do you want to come over and play, my mommy will call you, cooper is playing golf in the other room and we just watched Spongebob, it was so funny isn't it, see you at school. LOOOVE sydney". Then she put the stamp on the wrong spot and licked the ENTIRE inside of the envelope and made me address it while it was still wet. Yum.
Tonight Elanora called to say thank you and it was a pretty funny exchange (or whatever you would call it) of two 3 year olds on the phone. Elanora wanted to know what the letter said and Syd went on with her usual diarrhea of the mouth (see above, while writing said letter), free-association speech. I'm not sure if there was an actual conversation but from this end it was hilarious. Good times!
Earlier in the week Syd insisted in writing a letter to a friend of hers from school. (thanks preschool for sending out valentines this year, now she wants to send something everyday). Anyhoo, she scribbled on paper and as she did so she narrated what she was saying "dear Elanora, you are my best friend, I love you so much, do you want to come over and play, my mommy will call you, cooper is playing golf in the other room and we just watched Spongebob, it was so funny isn't it, see you at school. LOOOVE sydney". Then she put the stamp on the wrong spot and licked the ENTIRE inside of the envelope and made me address it while it was still wet. Yum.
Tonight Elanora called to say thank you and it was a pretty funny exchange (or whatever you would call it) of two 3 year olds on the phone. Elanora wanted to know what the letter said and Syd went on with her usual diarrhea of the mouth (see above, while writing said letter), free-association speech. I'm not sure if there was an actual conversation but from this end it was hilarious. Good times!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
my day
Started out going to a parent-teacher conference re: our 3 year old. What could they possibly tell me that I don't already know? Of course, she is "delightful" but we already knew that. While Syd was at her craft class at the Y, Coop and I went to the library. He said he wanted to find some books on airplanes and tornadoes (random). All the tornoado books I showed him he said "oh, can we buy that one too?". I had to explain that we don't buy them, just borrow them.
Last time we borrowed books, Syd came to a page that had a scissors icon on it and went to get the scissors and starting cutting. She was halfway through the page before I saw her. I yelled kind of loud on that one...she started crying immediately and said "I think I'm going to go up to my room". Cutest damn thing, except I felt a little bad.
Today we brought home about 7 books on airplanes and tornadoes and one movie. When we picked up Syd from class she wasn't ready to go yet...funny. Probably because we never do crafts at home. I'd rather put my hand in hot acid than get out the play-doh or especially (God-forbid) the paints.
When we got home, she threw a real tantrum with the mantra "I want candy" and cried so hard, she almost threw up. Good times!!
Now she is sleeping, there is a God.
Last time we borrowed books, Syd came to a page that had a scissors icon on it and went to get the scissors and starting cutting. She was halfway through the page before I saw her. I yelled kind of loud on that one...she started crying immediately and said "I think I'm going to go up to my room". Cutest damn thing, except I felt a little bad.
Today we brought home about 7 books on airplanes and tornadoes and one movie. When we picked up Syd from class she wasn't ready to go yet...funny. Probably because we never do crafts at home. I'd rather put my hand in hot acid than get out the play-doh or especially (God-forbid) the paints.
When we got home, she threw a real tantrum with the mantra "I want candy" and cried so hard, she almost threw up. Good times!!
Now she is sleeping, there is a God.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
More motivation than usual
I'm trying to get motivated to get on the dreadmill everyday. When I tell the kids I'm going to exercise they say "why?" and I say, "so I don't get fat" or some variation on that theme. Today it took me until 4 to get motivated to get on the mill.
Me: I'm getting on the treadmill now, don't bug me for 30 minutes
Coop: Why, cause you're fat?!
Not exactly what I wanted to hear but it did give me a kick in the butt that I needed.
Out of the mouths of babes I guess
Me: I'm getting on the treadmill now, don't bug me for 30 minutes
Coop: Why, cause you're fat?!
Not exactly what I wanted to hear but it did give me a kick in the butt that I needed.
Out of the mouths of babes I guess
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I ask you...
Is there anything better than when your 5 year old says "I love you, mom"???!! This is especially sweet knowing it won't be too much longer before he would rather tear his hair out than hold my hand or say these words in public.
I always tell him that I will always love him, no matter how old he is, even when he's 6, even when he's 10, or 20, or 30 etc. I always get a lump in my throat and a little teary when he follows up with "even when I'm 80 and 100, mom?" knowing I won't be around for that.
I always tell him that I will always love him, no matter how old he is, even when he's 6, even when he's 10, or 20, or 30 etc. I always get a lump in my throat and a little teary when he follows up with "even when I'm 80 and 100, mom?" knowing I won't be around for that.
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