Alex had been in the potty for a long time so I went to see what was up. I found her at the sink with a handful and a sinkful of wet and shredded toilet tissue.
"Alex? Oh - this is not a good thing. This will clog up the sink. Come on - go outside while mommy cleans this up."
"But Mommy, I'm making fruit salad!"
Tuesday, August 22
Monday, August 21
All About Poop
"Rachel. No more poop."
"What?" I ask my oldest as I change my youngest diaper.
"Rachel is going to be a big girl and if she is going to be a big girl - no more poop!" Alex declares with some assumed authority.
"Alex, everyone poops. We just poop in the potty instead of a diaper."
Rachel is just laying there calmly waiting for the conversation to end and the diapering to resume. Opps - and I continue with the dirty diaper.
"Nu-uh. Daddy doesn't poop."
"Oh yes," I assured her. "Daddy poops BIG TIME!"
"Big Times?"
"Yep, BIG TIMES. But everyone poops sweetie. You poop, I poop, Daddy poops, Rachel poops. Everyone poops honey."
"Yeah, everyone poops," suddenly agreeing that pooping is ok. "Everyone poops. Even Uncle Scott - He makes BIG poops. Yeah - Uncle Scott really poops. BIG Times!"
Why Uncle Scott - I have no idea. But I cracked up so hard Rachel almost rolled off the changing table.
"What?" I ask my oldest as I change my youngest diaper.
"Rachel is going to be a big girl and if she is going to be a big girl - no more poop!" Alex declares with some assumed authority.
"Alex, everyone poops. We just poop in the potty instead of a diaper."
Rachel is just laying there calmly waiting for the conversation to end and the diapering to resume. Opps - and I continue with the dirty diaper.
"Nu-uh. Daddy doesn't poop."
"Oh yes," I assured her. "Daddy poops BIG TIME!"
"Big Times?"
"Yep, BIG TIMES. But everyone poops sweetie. You poop, I poop, Daddy poops, Rachel poops. Everyone poops honey."
"Yeah, everyone poops," suddenly agreeing that pooping is ok. "Everyone poops. Even Uncle Scott - He makes BIG poops. Yeah - Uncle Scott really poops. BIG Times!"
Why Uncle Scott - I have no idea. But I cracked up so hard Rachel almost rolled off the changing table.
Thursday, August 10
Mornings at the Hart House...,
1st thing in the AM the girls are usually watching Sesame Street and this is what my house looks like on most mornings..., (Nice Bed Head Rach ;-) )
And when Mommy decides we've had enough TV for the day....,
Tuesday, August 8
The worst sound and they love it...,
singing as loud as we can - just this side of shouting. Flat and off key - but they love it.
Monday, August 7
Lazy little me & an effort to get some water
"Hey." I call to Dave as he leaves the room and I laze on the couch.
"What?"
"You drank all of my water....,"
He looks at me puzzled
"....the other day."
Lots o' laughter - but no water.
Sigh.
I guess I'll have to get my lazy little booty up from my comfy spot and get it myself.
**
"What?"
"You drank all of my water....,"
He looks at me puzzled
"....the other day."
Lots o' laughter - but no water.
Sigh.
I guess I'll have to get my lazy little booty up from my comfy spot and get it myself.
**
Costco and Kids
A quick 30 minute trip to Costco turns loony with kids - Let me share a bit....,
All goes well as Dave and I split up, instigating our quick divide a conquer strategy. Meeting up for a bit of browzing - things start to go a bit awry.
"Mommy, I have to go potty," my oldest tells me as she holds her bum!
"Uh-Oh!" I think. "The turtle is a peakin'."
And off we trot to the potty. When we get there Alex first wanted to go by herself, requesting a little 'privacy.' But the potty she chose had a 'magic' automatic flushing potty, which scares her so she changed her mind and joined me in the stall next door. She pulled down her panties, confidently climbed up on the 'mommy-sized' potty and sighed. She must have somehow cocked her hips in an odd way because as she began to pee it shot straight out onto the floor and onto my foot!! "Stop!" I shrieked as my foot was sprinkled with urine - icky!!!
Astonishingly - Alex did stop. Instantly. I was amazed at the muscle control but quickly regrouped and repositioned my girl and she finished her job as I wiped off the floor and my foot.
And we were off to find Daddy and Rachel and Daddy again.
Once we regrouped Alex spotted the bologna vendor and got a sample for herself and Rachel. Alex enjoyed her treat and Rachel split hers with Daddy or so we thought. Daddy ate the bologna and Rachel was left with the cracker. As we walked along in browzing mode Dave turned back and caught sight of Rachel and the cracker. She was 'feeding' the cracker to a group of little blue piggy banks. Not sure the pigs enjoyed the meal - but true to form they made a mess and each of the boxes is now filled with cracker crumbs!!
... and we left our mark on Costco and went home!
All goes well as Dave and I split up, instigating our quick divide a conquer strategy. Meeting up for a bit of browzing - things start to go a bit awry.
"Mommy, I have to go potty," my oldest tells me as she holds her bum!
"Uh-Oh!" I think. "The turtle is a peakin'."
And off we trot to the potty. When we get there Alex first wanted to go by herself, requesting a little 'privacy.' But the potty she chose had a 'magic' automatic flushing potty, which scares her so she changed her mind and joined me in the stall next door. She pulled down her panties, confidently climbed up on the 'mommy-sized' potty and sighed. She must have somehow cocked her hips in an odd way because as she began to pee it shot straight out onto the floor and onto my foot!! "Stop!" I shrieked as my foot was sprinkled with urine - icky!!!
Astonishingly - Alex did stop. Instantly. I was amazed at the muscle control but quickly regrouped and repositioned my girl and she finished her job as I wiped off the floor and my foot.
And we were off to find Daddy and Rachel and Daddy again.
Once we regrouped Alex spotted the bologna vendor and got a sample for herself and Rachel. Alex enjoyed her treat and Rachel split hers with Daddy or so we thought. Daddy ate the bologna and Rachel was left with the cracker. As we walked along in browzing mode Dave turned back and caught sight of Rachel and the cracker. She was 'feeding' the cracker to a group of little blue piggy banks. Not sure the pigs enjoyed the meal - but true to form they made a mess and each of the boxes is now filled with cracker crumbs!!
... and we left our mark on Costco and went home!
Sunday, August 6
end of a long day at the end of a long weekend
tired and one and a half margarita down.
My littlest has a terrible cold that seems to have come from no where. She's exhausted and so sick that she can't sleep. Unlike her sister, cuddling mom and sleeping beside me doesn't offer her enough comfort to sleep. Nope - Little Rachel equates that with play time. So the most I can do is sit at her bed side and rub her back, which calms her enough to allow sleep - for a while, until the next caughing fit wakes her and it starts all over again.
my heart hurts when my babies hurt.
My littlest has a terrible cold that seems to have come from no where. She's exhausted and so sick that she can't sleep. Unlike her sister, cuddling mom and sleeping beside me doesn't offer her enough comfort to sleep. Nope - Little Rachel equates that with play time. So the most I can do is sit at her bed side and rub her back, which calms her enough to allow sleep - for a while, until the next caughing fit wakes her and it starts all over again.
my heart hurts when my babies hurt.
Saturday, July 29
Changes
The closest of friends aren't after kids.
I was told. "Life changes," knowing moms patiently explained. "Everything. In ways you can't imagine and your friendships can take the biggest hit."
No. Not me - not my friendship with my best friend, a woman that I had known for more than a decade, a woman who I considered a surrogate sister. No. It won't happen. She and I are too close - surely she will stand by me as we always have for each other in the past. She'll be almost as excited about our kids as Dave and I are. She'll love them like the dear aunt that she will be.
What I've learned is that change is inevitable and some truisms are just inescapable.
We just aren't as close as we once were. She has avoided spending time with me when I'm with the girls on more than a few occasions and, while I intellectually understand, I am still more than a bit offended. I know spending time with little ones when you don't have any of your own, and never wanted any of your own may sometimes be a bit tedious but my kids are a part of me - love me, love them. She's also become short and terse more often than a friend should have to deal with.
This part of motherhood - this change - this loss - has been the saddest of all. I've bemoaned the situation, whined about, gripped about it and, finally, mourned and grieved this loss.
Our friendship will never be the same. And now? I'm just letting it go and accepting it within its new boundaries. It won't ever be what it was - but it will continue to be something special, something meaningful - but something different.
I was told. "Life changes," knowing moms patiently explained. "Everything. In ways you can't imagine and your friendships can take the biggest hit."
No. Not me - not my friendship with my best friend, a woman that I had known for more than a decade, a woman who I considered a surrogate sister. No. It won't happen. She and I are too close - surely she will stand by me as we always have for each other in the past. She'll be almost as excited about our kids as Dave and I are. She'll love them like the dear aunt that she will be.
What I've learned is that change is inevitable and some truisms are just inescapable.
We just aren't as close as we once were. She has avoided spending time with me when I'm with the girls on more than a few occasions and, while I intellectually understand, I am still more than a bit offended. I know spending time with little ones when you don't have any of your own, and never wanted any of your own may sometimes be a bit tedious but my kids are a part of me - love me, love them. She's also become short and terse more often than a friend should have to deal with.
This part of motherhood - this change - this loss - has been the saddest of all. I've bemoaned the situation, whined about, gripped about it and, finally, mourned and grieved this loss.
Our friendship will never be the same. And now? I'm just letting it go and accepting it within its new boundaries. It won't ever be what it was - but it will continue to be something special, something meaningful - but something different.
Friday, July 21
Time Warp
"Mommy."
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Dinosaurs were a looong time ago."
"Really?"
"Yeah, a really, really long time ago."
"How long ago do you think?"
"Ummm. 5 weeks."
(Alex)
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Dinosaurs were a looong time ago."
"Really?"
"Yeah, a really, really long time ago."
"How long ago do you think?"
"Ummm. 5 weeks."
(Alex)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)