Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
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Sunday, June 17, 2012
Awesome Craft Project: Soft Ball!
As soon as I find enough extra material laying about (probably from old clothes!) I'll be making some of these babies! Can't just make one, as the kids like to have everything color coded.
Are my kids the only ones like that? They've always had certain colors they like and stick to.
Kalli originally liked red and now pink.
Izy has always liked purple and green.
Double D likes green and grey.
Sebby gets blues as he is too little to pick a color. ;)I tend to color code everything based on this, especially with schedules. It makes everything easier!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
I'm A SAHM... That Can't Cook
So, I've never been too keen on fire. I've always steered clear of oils on a stove top. I do know how to bake because I'm good at mixing things up that have very specific directions and then enclosing them in a hot place where I don't have to touch them or be near them except for removing them from said place.
My mother and grandmother were wonderful cooks. I know how my grandmother made most things from scratch and know the recipes that her mother taught her. Does this mean I go out of my way to do it? No.
I have four small children at home. Three of which are starving to death 24/7. There's nothing that will make them stop. Perfect example: Izy ate four plates of pasta yesterday for dinner. Four! Why? Because she liked it. She actually requested a fifth plate, but we cut her off at four. Five may have just tipped her over the scales of "full" to "vomiting."
I'm fine with making stuff from the store. I will not touch raw meat. It's icky. If I didn't become a complete and utter crazy bitch when I don't eat red meat, I'd cut it out of our diets altogether. Unfortunately for us, and our pocketbooks, that is not the case. Though, luckily, we all love chicken with a passion. (And I've always hated birds anyway.)
Well, I made spaghetti today. The boiling of water makes me want to rip my ears off though, because I can hear those little bubbles of water vapor, well, bubbling but not enough to put the damn noodles in. It's annoying, not to mention my husband got more water to put in and threw ice cold water in it... Why? Because that stupid Wives Tale that says you shouldn't. Pft, use hot water damn it, we don't have lead pipes here!
In any case, it wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. I managed to spill noodles all over the floor before putting them in the water--and no, not the same ones!--and then really pissed off Hubby when he got frustrated for not listening and just letting me do it myself. It wasn't bad spaghetti, but it could have used more sauce and meat but I wasn't going to run out to the store to get either, so I don't think it was too terribly bad.
The kids ate a little bit of it at least... Okay, well, most of it is still on the floor and has to be scraped off the table, but still.
Maybe I'll just leave the cooking to my husband...
My mother and grandmother were wonderful cooks. I know how my grandmother made most things from scratch and know the recipes that her mother taught her. Does this mean I go out of my way to do it? No.
I have four small children at home. Three of which are starving to death 24/7. There's nothing that will make them stop. Perfect example: Izy ate four plates of pasta yesterday for dinner. Four! Why? Because she liked it. She actually requested a fifth plate, but we cut her off at four. Five may have just tipped her over the scales of "full" to "vomiting."
I'm fine with making stuff from the store. I will not touch raw meat. It's icky. If I didn't become a complete and utter crazy bitch when I don't eat red meat, I'd cut it out of our diets altogether. Unfortunately for us, and our pocketbooks, that is not the case. Though, luckily, we all love chicken with a passion. (And I've always hated birds anyway.)
Well, I made spaghetti today. The boiling of water makes me want to rip my ears off though, because I can hear those little bubbles of water vapor, well, bubbling but not enough to put the damn noodles in. It's annoying, not to mention my husband got more water to put in and threw ice cold water in it... Why? Because that stupid Wives Tale that says you shouldn't. Pft, use hot water damn it, we don't have lead pipes here!
In any case, it wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. I managed to spill noodles all over the floor before putting them in the water--and no, not the same ones!--and then really pissed off Hubby when he got frustrated for not listening and just letting me do it myself. It wasn't bad spaghetti, but it could have used more sauce and meat but I wasn't going to run out to the store to get either, so I don't think it was too terribly bad.
The kids ate a little bit of it at least... Okay, well, most of it is still on the floor and has to be scraped off the table, but still.
Maybe I'll just leave the cooking to my husband...
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Excuse Me?
I don't care how nice someone is trying to be, but randomly asking "You're getting you're tubes tied now, right?" is still rude.
Why do other people make these things their business?
I understand that they are simply being friendly and attempting small-talk since four kids tends to be a rather large topic starter. But what really gets me... It's always other moms that say these things to me!
I've only had issues with one pregnancy and it didn't even make me high-risk or anything like that. Sure, we've had our kids in rapid succession but that's because we tried for years before the first and were worried about having the same issues again.
No matter how much our families ignore this: Our children were planned.
We love our kids. We take care of our kids. I stay at home and raise them, unless Hubby isn't working and then he spends even more time with them. I've already signed up to start homeschooling. We teach our children without books or things like that right now because they're more "hands on" and we're fine with that!
Why can't everyone else be fine with our family and how we do things?
Yes, we're younger and have four kids but we wanted them. We love them.
I know several girls that have four kids with different guys or aren't married, etc. It sucks because I get "Do they have the same father?" questions a lot. Yes! "Are you married?" Yes! Why in the world is it so hard for people to comprehend?
My aunt laughs when I tell her these things. She says if any of these people actually knew us at all they'd know the kids were all ours and that we are happily in love. Maybe she sees us differently than everyone else, because questions like those even pop up in our own families.
It's discouraging. It's hard to answer these kinds of questions when they actually bother you. They bother me. While it's nice to be able to start up a conversation with a stranger, having them tell me that and then go on about giving one of their kids up and having another that was raised as an only child--being an only child, it makes me cringe to think about--doesn't make me feel too good about myself.
Honestly, with the ease at which I've had children I've thought about being a surrogate. I think it would be wonderful to help others like that! But I'm sure my doctor would hear nothing of it. Of course, she also doesn't want me to get "fixed" because I'm so young.
In any case, if you have kids or not, if you happen to be attempting to strike up a random conversation with another person and they are, perhaps, the mother or father of multiple children, please please please please please hold your tongue. Small talk doesn't have to involve invasive questions about sex and anatomy, it could just be as simple as asking how old the kids are or their names!
Why do other people make these things their business?
I understand that they are simply being friendly and attempting small-talk since four kids tends to be a rather large topic starter. But what really gets me... It's always other moms that say these things to me!
I've only had issues with one pregnancy and it didn't even make me high-risk or anything like that. Sure, we've had our kids in rapid succession but that's because we tried for years before the first and were worried about having the same issues again.
No matter how much our families ignore this: Our children were planned.
We love our kids. We take care of our kids. I stay at home and raise them, unless Hubby isn't working and then he spends even more time with them. I've already signed up to start homeschooling. We teach our children without books or things like that right now because they're more "hands on" and we're fine with that!
Why can't everyone else be fine with our family and how we do things?
Yes, we're younger and have four kids but we wanted them. We love them.
I know several girls that have four kids with different guys or aren't married, etc. It sucks because I get "Do they have the same father?" questions a lot. Yes! "Are you married?" Yes! Why in the world is it so hard for people to comprehend?
My aunt laughs when I tell her these things. She says if any of these people actually knew us at all they'd know the kids were all ours and that we are happily in love. Maybe she sees us differently than everyone else, because questions like those even pop up in our own families.
It's discouraging. It's hard to answer these kinds of questions when they actually bother you. They bother me. While it's nice to be able to start up a conversation with a stranger, having them tell me that and then go on about giving one of their kids up and having another that was raised as an only child--being an only child, it makes me cringe to think about--doesn't make me feel too good about myself.
Honestly, with the ease at which I've had children I've thought about being a surrogate. I think it would be wonderful to help others like that! But I'm sure my doctor would hear nothing of it. Of course, she also doesn't want me to get "fixed" because I'm so young.
In any case, if you have kids or not, if you happen to be attempting to strike up a random conversation with another person and they are, perhaps, the mother or father of multiple children, please please please please please hold your tongue. Small talk doesn't have to involve invasive questions about sex and anatomy, it could just be as simple as asking how old the kids are or their names!
Friday, May 25, 2012
Princess Prize Pack!
And since all these lovelies are for one princess, I'll have to pass... But that doesn't mean you have to! Hurry over there and win!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Attack of the Monster Mr. Hoppy
First and foremost, allow me to explain that a Mister Hoppy is, in fact, a frog or toad.
Izy woke up last night screaming bloody murder. She's shaking, clutching her blanket, unwilling to move from the corner of her bed where she is standing, screaming about something through tears and mumbles.
Finally, after my husband sat her down and she shook her way over to the doorway where I was did I begin to understand her, though she was hyperventilating:
Izy just has a tendency to hyperventilate whenever she is upset. She's always been that way!
She just wanted to cuddle, then eat some more pizza, color, then go to bed with us. There was no way she was willing to go back into her bed even though Daddy had "taken Mister Hoppy outside where he belonged."
After staying awake most of the night, she finally started twitching and fell asleep against me.
All was good until her sister couldn't sleep only seconds after Izy fell asleep. We ended up trading one child for another.
Kalli stayed up for a little while, but she just could not get comfy. That was her main problem. Didn't help me any though, as she's always been a Daddy's girl and wanted nothing to do with me whereas her sister used to stick to me like glue.
None of the kids are really cuddly all the time... DD just wants people to pick him up and as long as he knows you he doesn't care who you are. Izy cuddles when she is scared and Kalli snuggles when she wants something. Sebby is too little to pick sides, but he certainly prefers Daddy over me because I'm on a mission to get that little boy's head the right shape!
In any case, Izy was all good after she was put in bed--even if it was pretty early this morning. No more nightmares about Mister Hoppy jumping on her and her pillows, then worrying about her sister and brothers being attacked too.
That is, until she fell asleep tonight.
Iz is always the first one out. She gave up naps in order to stay up like her big sister, but makes up for it by passing out about a half an hour before her little brother and waking up a little later than her sister. So, the other two were still up watching Puss In Boots when she started screaming.
She was suddenly at the door, struggling with it. I thought it may have been her sister but both of them can open doors and DD doesn't know how to climb out of his bed yet. It took a little while before Daddy went and let her out and she was freaking.
Runs over to me, going on about how Mr. Hoppy attacked her again. I put her on my lap and hold her to get her to stop shaking and calm down enough to breathe. She finally does and goes on about it jumping on her and it's in her bed again.
Her sister is beside her bed. Her brother is beside her bed. Neither of them have seen anything and don't even know what she's going on about.
My first thought is, like last night, that maybe it's the hanging plant by the window. Maybe she wakes up and sees it and thinks it's something falling? But it's been there for a while...
Maybe her sister is being mean and playing tricks on her? Maybe her brother is throwing things at her and startling her awake? Neither would surprise me...
But, it seems to just be nightmares as there is, currently, no proof of anything else.
So, here we are at 12:30 on aWednesday night Thursday morning with Izy in the chair not wanting to sleep again. Maybe tomorrow we'll do better.
She didn't take any naps today, but she's been in one hell of a mood too.
Then again, Daddy and I are too. If she whines one more time about ants or bugs in her ear/climbing on her or about the crayon wrappers that she thinks look like bugs that she just peeled off...
If nothing else, she was really cute running around singing The Doom Song earlier.
...I'm sure Daddy didn't think so since he was playing his video game, hehe.
Izy woke up last night screaming bloody murder. She's shaking, clutching her blanket, unwilling to move from the corner of her bed where she is standing, screaming about something through tears and mumbles.
Finally, after my husband sat her down and she shook her way over to the doorway where I was did I begin to understand her, though she was hyperventilating:
"Mr. Hoppy attacked me."Of course, there is no frog or toad in the house or in her bed for that matter, not to mention that she generally likes them unless they jump on her face like a little tree frog did some time ago. Even then, it doesn't bother her half as much as her big sister.
Izy just has a tendency to hyperventilate whenever she is upset. She's always been that way!
She just wanted to cuddle, then eat some more pizza, color, then go to bed with us. There was no way she was willing to go back into her bed even though Daddy had "taken Mister Hoppy outside where he belonged."
After staying awake most of the night, she finally started twitching and fell asleep against me.
All was good until her sister couldn't sleep only seconds after Izy fell asleep. We ended up trading one child for another.
Kalli stayed up for a little while, but she just could not get comfy. That was her main problem. Didn't help me any though, as she's always been a Daddy's girl and wanted nothing to do with me whereas her sister used to stick to me like glue.
None of the kids are really cuddly all the time... DD just wants people to pick him up and as long as he knows you he doesn't care who you are. Izy cuddles when she is scared and Kalli snuggles when she wants something. Sebby is too little to pick sides, but he certainly prefers Daddy over me because I'm on a mission to get that little boy's head the right shape!
In any case, Izy was all good after she was put in bed--even if it was pretty early this morning. No more nightmares about Mister Hoppy jumping on her and her pillows, then worrying about her sister and brothers being attacked too.
That is, until she fell asleep tonight.
Iz is always the first one out. She gave up naps in order to stay up like her big sister, but makes up for it by passing out about a half an hour before her little brother and waking up a little later than her sister. So, the other two were still up watching Puss In Boots when she started screaming.
She was suddenly at the door, struggling with it. I thought it may have been her sister but both of them can open doors and DD doesn't know how to climb out of his bed yet. It took a little while before Daddy went and let her out and she was freaking.
Runs over to me, going on about how Mr. Hoppy attacked her again. I put her on my lap and hold her to get her to stop shaking and calm down enough to breathe. She finally does and goes on about it jumping on her and it's in her bed again.
Her sister is beside her bed. Her brother is beside her bed. Neither of them have seen anything and don't even know what she's going on about.
My first thought is, like last night, that maybe it's the hanging plant by the window. Maybe she wakes up and sees it and thinks it's something falling? But it's been there for a while...
Maybe her sister is being mean and playing tricks on her? Maybe her brother is throwing things at her and startling her awake? Neither would surprise me...
But, it seems to just be nightmares as there is, currently, no proof of anything else.
So, here we are at 12:30 on a
She didn't take any naps today, but she's been in one hell of a mood too.
Then again, Daddy and I are too. If she whines one more time about ants or bugs in her ear/climbing on her or about the crayon wrappers that she thinks look like bugs that she just peeled off...
If nothing else, she was really cute running around singing The Doom Song earlier.
...I'm sure Daddy didn't think so since he was playing his video game, hehe.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Squished Head... Thinking that might be a nickname in the future!
If you have children, I'm sure you know how soft their tiny skulls are for a while. If they lay on one side more than the other, you have to flip their heads around or their head will get lopsided.
Well, all of our kids have different shaped heads. Kalli always liked to sleep with her head to the right, so she's a bit flatter on that side--not as though you can tell with all those curls though. Izy's head is bumpy on top to the right, whereas her Daddy's head is bumper on the left. Double D is flat in the back because he just lays like that, still. But Sebby is the worst...
For three days, he constantly pulled his head to the left. Three days, and his head was completely flat on the left side and rounded on the right! Oh my, it freaked me out. I know Kal's head did that a few times, but his looked horrible!
He's still looking more to the left than to the right, but it's not as though there's anything wrong... He just really likes to sleep on that side. When he was a few weeks old, he learned how to kick enough to roll over to his left side. We can only assume he's been doing this much longer than since he's been out of the womb.
So far, so good though. He might not like it, but his little head has been getting turned to the right a lot more than before. He fusses about it and I can only assume things are much cooler to look at on the left side, so we've been putting up more things to the right for him to look at.
He can move his head around just fine, but he favors the left over the right. Once his head solidifies more, I really don't care. But right now, I'd prefer to attempt to make his head a more proper shape.
Well, all of our kids have different shaped heads. Kalli always liked to sleep with her head to the right, so she's a bit flatter on that side--not as though you can tell with all those curls though. Izy's head is bumpy on top to the right, whereas her Daddy's head is bumper on the left. Double D is flat in the back because he just lays like that, still. But Sebby is the worst...
For three days, he constantly pulled his head to the left. Three days, and his head was completely flat on the left side and rounded on the right! Oh my, it freaked me out. I know Kal's head did that a few times, but his looked horrible!
He's still looking more to the left than to the right, but it's not as though there's anything wrong... He just really likes to sleep on that side. When he was a few weeks old, he learned how to kick enough to roll over to his left side. We can only assume he's been doing this much longer than since he's been out of the womb.
So far, so good though. He might not like it, but his little head has been getting turned to the right a lot more than before. He fusses about it and I can only assume things are much cooler to look at on the left side, so we've been putting up more things to the right for him to look at.
He can move his head around just fine, but he favors the left over the right. Once his head solidifies more, I really don't care. But right now, I'd prefer to attempt to make his head a more proper shape.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
"Copy-Kids Eat Fruits & Vegetables" Review & Giveaway!
Ever had your child not want to eat something essential, like fruits or vegetables? Then this might just be the right DVD for your home too!
For one, it's basic. Kids watching other kids tend to mimic. If you have children happily playing and eating fruits and veggies, then more likely than not yours are going to want to join in. (Hey, sometimes doing what everyone else does is good for your kids! So, you can stop asking if they're going to jump off a bridge too--at least this time!)
Secondly, well, just look at this adorable mascot:
Blue parrot. I know my kids love it. Even I do! It's colorful and certainly grabs your attention, in a good way.
There are several chapters on the DVD (like bananas, carrots, broccoli) that target certain fruits or vegetables so if you're kids are only having issues with certain ones, you can target those.
I'll even admit that some of the stuff on here I don't like! Raspberries and avocados? Ew. This might make me want to give them another shot, but I still tend to lean towards the "those are icky" kind of thing, but I'm rather stubborn and set in my ways at this point! Good thing kids minds are more easy to mold.
My kids are good with fruits and veggies. (I guess that's the good thing about them being more like me on eating than their father, who is a bit picker.) Still, we all have bad days and this is something fun to watch and get them eating!
I'll tell you a secret--if you want your kids to eat anything, get them to watch this DVD. Even if it isn't the targeted fruit or vegetable, you should be able to talk to them more about eating good/healthier foods and get them to try more. You know, the ol' "if you try it you might like it" routine.
Honestly, my kids loved it. (Banana eatin' right here.) Kids like to watch other people have fun and the kids in this are having fun.
Now if only I could get an adult version with foods I like to get my husband to try something new...
If you'd like to see the video quality and content, you can watch a trailer here.
It was rated by Dr. Toy in 2011 as one of the best children's products in creativity and music.
You can find them online at Copy-Kids.com and on Facebook or you can win a copy in our giveaway!
For one, it's basic. Kids watching other kids tend to mimic. If you have children happily playing and eating fruits and veggies, then more likely than not yours are going to want to join in. (Hey, sometimes doing what everyone else does is good for your kids! So, you can stop asking if they're going to jump off a bridge too--at least this time!)
Secondly, well, just look at this adorable mascot:
There are several chapters on the DVD (like bananas, carrots, broccoli) that target certain fruits or vegetables so if you're kids are only having issues with certain ones, you can target those.
I'll even admit that some of the stuff on here I don't like! Raspberries and avocados? Ew. This might make me want to give them another shot, but I still tend to lean towards the "those are icky" kind of thing, but I'm rather stubborn and set in my ways at this point! Good thing kids minds are more easy to mold.
My kids are good with fruits and veggies. (I guess that's the good thing about them being more like me on eating than their father, who is a bit picker.) Still, we all have bad days and this is something fun to watch and get them eating!
I'll tell you a secret--if you want your kids to eat anything, get them to watch this DVD. Even if it isn't the targeted fruit or vegetable, you should be able to talk to them more about eating good/healthier foods and get them to try more. You know, the ol' "if you try it you might like it" routine.
Honestly, my kids loved it. (Banana eatin' right here.) Kids like to watch other people have fun and the kids in this are having fun.
Now if only I could get an adult version with foods I like to get my husband to try something new...
It was rated by Dr. Toy in 2011 as one of the best children's products in creativity and music.
You can find them online at Copy-Kids.com and on Facebook or you can win a copy in our giveaway!
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Household Products Database
I use this quite a bit. Like to know what's in products now that my kids try to stick everything in their mouths. I never even knew about it before we had kids, but it's something you should probably know about even if you have pets. Don't want to be ingesting horrible things yourself either, I'm sure.
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On Pregnancy: I'm Not as Fragile as You Think
I've been pregnant four times. I've dealt with the pain, the swelling, the aches, the mood swings--okay, my husband more so than me on this one--but you get the point. It's not all rainbows and sunshine, but you're working overtime making another human being inside of you, I don't think it's meant to be an "easy" task.
The thing that bugs me is the people that act as though you are suddenly unbelievably fragile, as though any activity that you were to do may cause you to lose the baby.
Now, don't get me wrong, I do know that there are women like this. High risk pregnancies are not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the regular, run-of-the-mill pregnancy where everything is perfectly fine and you have no restrictions what-so-ever.
All of my pregnancies have been no-restrictions kind of pregnancies. Even though my third one was now considered high risk, at the time it really wasn't so bad. Both of the first ones were high risk in delivery, but none of this was any reason to drop my activity level, if I could keep up with it, as though I weren't pregnant.
With number one, I worked outside a lot. I worked on fish ponds, lifting and digging and doing all kinds of work that my body is completely used to. Besides that, my grandmother was living with us and, unfortunately, she was dying from advanced breast cancer.
I remember the first night she fell when I was alone at home with her and I didn't hesitate to help her to her feet. She raised me and barely weighed a thing at that point, and I wasn't that far along. I didn't even think about it. I don't think most people would in that position either.
A few days later we were talking with my husbands' family and it came up in conversation. (My husbands' grandmother was dying from lung cancer at the same time, so discussing this sort of thing was actually rather normal.) I can remember the anger that my father-in-law had on his face as he started on about how I didn't need to be lifting on her, didn't need to be doing this, doing that, because I was pregnant and could kill the baby. Of course, his wife joined in right away as well. It was horrible.
I mean, where did they come up with this idea? Do they not trust that I know when to stop pushing myself? By the second pregnancy, I couldn't do the same things I did the first time around. The first pregnancy I didn't have a baby to take care of. I didn't have to get over my depression from losing my grandmother. I didn't have to deal with that lost feeling because most of my family was suddenly "gone."
It's not like I was trying to harm myself. I've fallen during pregnancy and, no matter what some of those old shows used to portray, nothing bad happened to me or the baby. There were no strange birthmarks on my children from when I smashed my toe or finger.
Sure, I liked off-roading when pregnant with both girls and they like speed and bumpy rides--who'd figure?
But does that mean all my kids love to dance because I randomly shake my booty when no one is looking? Well, yeah, probably. I mean, that would explain a lot.
The thing that bugs me is the people that act as though you are suddenly unbelievably fragile, as though any activity that you were to do may cause you to lose the baby.
Now, don't get me wrong, I do know that there are women like this. High risk pregnancies are not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the regular, run-of-the-mill pregnancy where everything is perfectly fine and you have no restrictions what-so-ever.
All of my pregnancies have been no-restrictions kind of pregnancies. Even though my third one was now considered high risk, at the time it really wasn't so bad. Both of the first ones were high risk in delivery, but none of this was any reason to drop my activity level, if I could keep up with it, as though I weren't pregnant.
With number one, I worked outside a lot. I worked on fish ponds, lifting and digging and doing all kinds of work that my body is completely used to. Besides that, my grandmother was living with us and, unfortunately, she was dying from advanced breast cancer.
I remember the first night she fell when I was alone at home with her and I didn't hesitate to help her to her feet. She raised me and barely weighed a thing at that point, and I wasn't that far along. I didn't even think about it. I don't think most people would in that position either.
A few days later we were talking with my husbands' family and it came up in conversation. (My husbands' grandmother was dying from lung cancer at the same time, so discussing this sort of thing was actually rather normal.) I can remember the anger that my father-in-law had on his face as he started on about how I didn't need to be lifting on her, didn't need to be doing this, doing that, because I was pregnant and could kill the baby. Of course, his wife joined in right away as well. It was horrible.
I mean, where did they come up with this idea? Do they not trust that I know when to stop pushing myself? By the second pregnancy, I couldn't do the same things I did the first time around. The first pregnancy I didn't have a baby to take care of. I didn't have to get over my depression from losing my grandmother. I didn't have to deal with that lost feeling because most of my family was suddenly "gone."
It's not like I was trying to harm myself. I've fallen during pregnancy and, no matter what some of those old shows used to portray, nothing bad happened to me or the baby. There were no strange birthmarks on my children from when I smashed my toe or finger.
Sure, I liked off-roading when pregnant with both girls and they like speed and bumpy rides--who'd figure?
But does that mean all my kids love to dance because I randomly shake my booty when no one is looking? Well, yeah, probably. I mean, that would explain a lot.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Cracked.com: Parenting Articles
Maybe I get bored a lot. Maybe I have nothing better to do while feeding a sleeping baby or being used as a chair/bed/slide. Maybe, I don't know.
But, I do know that I like reading Cracked.com. Sometimes, you'll learn things that are trivial facts that you'll never be able to bring up in regular conversation with another human being, unless that person is your significant other and the conversation starts off with, "So, I was reading on Cracked.com..."
Somehow, I ended up over there--I blame Babble--and started reading all kinds of, well, I'll just call them "parenting articles." Actually, I think it'd do a few stuck up people some good to read. >,> No, seriously... Read these if you don't believe me.
But, I do know that I like reading Cracked.com. Sometimes, you'll learn things that are trivial facts that you'll never be able to bring up in regular conversation with another human being, unless that person is your significant other and the conversation starts off with, "So, I was reading on Cracked.com..."
Somehow, I ended up over there--I blame Babble--and started reading all kinds of, well, I'll just call them "parenting articles." Actually, I think it'd do a few stuck up people some good to read. >,> No, seriously... Read these if you don't believe me.
- 5 Hallmarks of Bad Parenting That Are Actually Good for Kids
- 5 Horrific Ways Bad Parents Turn Their Kids Into Good Money
- 7 Things 'Good Parents' Do (That Screw Up Kids For Life)
- 5 Internet Life Lessons Parents Need to Start Teaching Kids
- 6 Horrible Lessons Hollywood Loves to Teach Kids
- 6 Popular Children's Books That Teach Kids Horrible Lessons
Translation?
For the most part, I'm the one that translates the strange things that our youngest daughter mumbles. Today, however, I had to ask our oldest what the hell she said.
Waiting for the boy to start talking more. He's rather quiet and shy though, so he just says "hi" and smiles at people. Waves. Bats his eyes... That sort of thing. Kalli introduces everyone and Izy hides. Seb is, of course, too small to do much of anything besides stare blankly and drool.
I just can't wait 'til they're all talking "their language" and no one else knows what the hell they're saying. They'll make fun of us, complain even more than they already do in the bedroom at night, and whatever else one can do while speaking a language that others don't understand.
And I'll, hopefully, figure out enough of it to get by... And maybe catch them being mean and pop in their room all like, "Don't talk like that!" and they'll drop and be so surprised I knew what they were saying.
Or, uh, not. I'm never going to be that awesome/cool.
Thankfully, the oldest can translate better than the rest of us. Since they were all born close together, they do have their own language. I was surprised the first few times people asked that, because people always assume our girls are twins. (They are 12 days short of being one year apart.) Usually it's mothers or grandmothers of multiples that ask. Hey, I guess we do have something in common!Iz: I want tay-tay-o's.Me: What?Iz: I want some tay-tay-o's.Me: What are day-day-o's?Iz: Tay-tay-o's! They're day-day-o's.Me: Izy, I have no idea what you're talking about.Iz: *faceplant into chair*Me: Kal, can you tell me what you're sister is saying?Kal: *nods*Me: Izy, tell your sister what you want.Iz: I want tay-tay-o's!Kal: She says she wants Spagetti-O's.Me: *facepalm*
Waiting for the boy to start talking more. He's rather quiet and shy though, so he just says "hi" and smiles at people. Waves. Bats his eyes... That sort of thing. Kalli introduces everyone and Izy hides. Seb is, of course, too small to do much of anything besides stare blankly and drool.
I just can't wait 'til they're all talking "their language" and no one else knows what the hell they're saying. They'll make fun of us, complain even more than they already do in the bedroom at night, and whatever else one can do while speaking a language that others don't understand.
And I'll, hopefully, figure out enough of it to get by... And maybe catch them being mean and pop in their room all like, "Don't talk like that!" and they'll drop and be so surprised I knew what they were saying.
Or, uh, not. I'm never going to be that awesome/cool.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Planning Family is Now Everyday Family!
PlanningFamily.com, a place to get lots of free samples of baby products, is now EverydayFamily.com. I'm hoping this means that they are going to have samples for toddlers and children now too!
Friday, April 13, 2012
Please Take A Moment to Watch, Read & Sign.
Please take a few minutes to read the stories below from fellow mom & blogger Katie Allison Granju...
Now, almost two years later, the hope of someone being taken off the streets for dealing to minors may be in jeopardy:
As a parent, please read about the struggles of the family and his death. Something doesn't seem right about the whole thing and, knowing how bad the drugs are in our area just north of where this happened, I wouldn't be surprised if the police aren't doing their jobs to the fullest ability.
I don't like the idea of someone being out there to target minors, teenagers, someone's child. I have personal reasons why I do not believe in doing drugs, but I know that not everyone does.
Maybe this one story will be able to help someone out there in their own personal battle understand that it is more than just a personal battle, it's a deep and emotional battle with everyone you love and, especially, for everyone that loves you.
The program tells the story of my son Henry's life, struggle with addiction and his death from drugs on May 31, 2010. Henry was only 18 years old.via Henry's Mom, JusticeForHenry.com
The WBIR special features interviews with many of the people who loved and knew Henry best, although obviously, it wasn't possible to interview every single person who was important in Henry's life. There are lots of people - grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles, teachers, friends and counselors who don't actually appear in the show, but who loved Henry a lot and who were loved a lot in return.
I have watched the special in advance of its premiere tonight, and I think it's beautifully done. One point it manages to make very well is that for Henry, particularly by the last 18 months of his life (9 months of which were spent in inpatient addiction treatment), there was nothing "fun" or happy about his drug abuse. It was no longer a situation where a teenage boy was partying with his friends or just looking to have some fun in a dangerous way.
By the last year or two of his short life - after Henry became involved with the prescription drugs that eventually killed him - Henry was physically and mentally addicted. Every day for him became a painful, depressing, terrible struggle to find a way to procure enough of the chemicals that day that would keep him from becoming very sick with withdrawal. He told me that once he started using the pills, he woke up every morning determined not to use that day, but went to sleep every night feeling like a complete failure.
I hope that viewers come away from watching Henry's Story tonight understanding that drug addiction - real drug addiction like that which tormented my teenage son - is not a "lifestyle choice" that ANYONE would make. No teenage boy with a loving family, a good education and all the opportunity in the world ahead of him is CHOOSING to hang around outside of homeless shelters in the afternoons, trying to score a fix from other homeless people because that's a fun thing to do. That "lifestyle" is not some sort of careless teenage partying (which is where his addiction started).
No, in fact Henry's life as a drug addict was - for him - depressing, dangerous, humiliating, painful and ultimately, fatal. My teenager's addiction pulled him away from everything he had known - loving parents and siblings, a comfortable home, good schools, family travel, music and community - and launched him into a frightening underworld of dangerous, cruel people and places who were able to prey on my child because he was both naive and desperate. He was sick. That's all there was to it; Henry was very, very sick.
Now, almost two years later, the hope of someone being taken off the streets for dealing to minors may be in jeopardy:
Yesterday, local citizens, including our family, learned for the first time via a newspaper article that Laurie Pelot Gooch has now struck a plea deal related to her arrest and indictment last September on three separate drug dealing charges.Continue to read story here: Time To Speak Out.
In this newspaper article, which in every way minimized the seriousness of Ms. Pelot Gooch’s history and and criminal acts, we also learned that the Hon. Judge Steven Sword has until June 15 to decide whether Ms. Pelot Gooch – the daughter of an affluent and prominent local family with powerful political ties – will serve serve any jail time whatsoever for her crimes.
Ms. Pelot Gooch’s arrest came as a direct result of me approaching the Knoxville Police Department in the spring of 2011 with specific information I had regarding her active, longtime drug trafficking activity in this community, including her dealing to my own son. KCSO simply wouldn’t listen to me (or even take my calls or return my emails), so I requested a meeting with KPD officials, who DID listen to the information I provided.
After hearing my information, KPD then launched their own, independent, thorough and professional investigation of Ms. Pelot Gooch’s activities, resulting in her arrest and indictment on drug dealing charges only 3.5 months later.
Since Ms. Pelot Gooch’s arrest in September of 2011, I have contacted the Office of Knox County DA Randy Nichols several times by phone and email, attempting to let the prosecutor assigned to Ms. Pelot Gooch’s case understand the larger context in which this person had been arrested. I explained that I could put him in touch with other local moms who would tell him in specific detail how Ms. Pelot Gooch dealt their high school age kids drugs and provided alcohol out of her West Hills home for years prior to her arrest. One of these mothers even spoke on the record to KPD during their investigation, but before they arrested Pelot Gooch in a sting on tape.
As a parent, please read about the struggles of the family and his death. Something doesn't seem right about the whole thing and, knowing how bad the drugs are in our area just north of where this happened, I wouldn't be surprised if the police aren't doing their jobs to the fullest ability.
I don't like the idea of someone being out there to target minors, teenagers, someone's child. I have personal reasons why I do not believe in doing drugs, but I know that not everyone does.
Maybe this one story will be able to help someone out there in their own personal battle understand that it is more than just a personal battle, it's a deep and emotional battle with everyone you love and, especially, for everyone that loves you.
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Friday, March 09, 2012
"Would You Have Your Baby’s Ears Pierced?" My Response.
Years ago, I remember watching one of my friends getting her two week old daughter's ears pierced by a gun in Walmart. The baby was not happy, squirmed and fought, and was obviously in pain from it. Of course, as soon as she was walked around a bit she stopped crying and sniffling and seemed fine. Still, it was a bit disturbing to watch.Would You Have Your Baby’s Ears Pierced?
I remember having one of the piercing guns jam on my right ear when I was ten. I never got my ears pierced as a teen because of it. When I was twenty-one, I went with my future husband to a nice tattoo shop and got my ears pierced properly with a needle--not with a gun. I now have two holes on each side, but the ones on the right are a little off because of the scar tissue from the gun mishap all those years ago.
My husband was a piercer. He was also misfortune enough to have a piercing gun jam on him as a child as well. We both understand how those things work and how they are often unclean and used by people that really don't comprehend how to use them in the first place. We tend to think that getting one's ears pierced with a gun in some random shop in the mall is just asking for an infection.
If and when we ever decide to get our daughters (aged 3 & 2) ears pierced, we will be taking them to a nice tattoo parlor with a licensed piercer that has all their certifications and the place is CLEAN. Going to someplace in the mall or an outlet store that gives free piercings if you buy earrings? I don't think so. Would you let your kids get their vaccines from a doctor's office that is filthy? Think of it in the same sense, please.
Of course, I don't really see a point in putting earrings on tiny children that can't take care of them. If they can't clean their piercings, then they don't need to have them. (Too bad teenagers don't realize this! I've seen so many rejections and infections it's not even funny!) If they understand that it'll hurt and that if they want them they need to learn how to take care of it, it is a hole in your skin after all, then I don't see a reason why you should deny them--boy or girl.
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