Favorite line from an email this month

June 30, 2009 09:02:06 pm

Oh hey remember back when Alyssa wasn't sleeping and I had all of this sage advice on absolutes of how to get a child to sleep? Thanks for not punching me really hard and telling me that third children might as well throw a match on the gasoline doused books as they exit the womb for all the good
that everything we know about children up to this point does us.

Truth

June 19, 2009 04:42:00 pm

On the way out to a friend's house today my 2nd child let out a sound near shock, quite possibly horror and exclaimed "MOM! You forgot makeup! You didn't put your make up on, or your pretty sfarkely earrings!" I turned around and asked "do I need make up?" To which she replied "yes, you HAVE to have make up."
The 5 year old joined the conversation to assure me that I was beautiful even without make up.
She continued to monologue about how horrible mommy is without make up until something shiny caught her attention and that topic was over.

Kindergarten shots

June 12, 2009 10:36:44 pm

I'll set aside the long winded monologue that I can get lost in that is the day approaching marking the birth of my first born child.

Today we went for her five year physical and along with that came the kindergarten shots. For a year now she has been fretting about these and people have been trying to rev her up because "after all you can't go to kindergarten with out them!"

All that has done has made Addy skeptical about kindergarten.

So today as were jumping in the car she pauses and asks "mom, where are we going?" Because she didn't have any lesson books with her, and a sitter was restraining the three year old at the door and holding Jack. It was a mommy daughter outing.

And in my mind I could see several outcomes from the answer to this question, so I paused while I put the car in reverse. And as I pealed out of the garage I responded very calmly with the "the doctor?"

In a very resigned voice she said "for my shot."

And again, I paused until I had the car in drive and was about at 20 mph before I affirmed that statement. She asked if she was still going to get Starbucks and if we could still go shopping and I assured her that all of my promises were good.

Then she looked at me and very flatly said "mom I'm scared and really nervous about this."

It was the most grown up conversation we have ever had. I told her I was too and that I wasn't going to lie to her, it would hurt. But that a nice frappaccino will make it better afterwords.

When I pulled the keys out of the ignition at our destination she started sobbing, so I offered to give her a piggy back ride...forgetting that I normally take the stairs since it's only on the third floor. That was kind of a challenge but it seemed to add some fun to the day for her.

I was dismayed to realize that the new pediatricians' office does not have two nurses, one for each leg, like our old office. It's just one nurse and four harpoon like needles that she intends to gouge my child with.

Even after describing horrible illnesses to Addy all morning it still was very difficult for me to put my signature down, FOUR times, once for each different injection.

I hate vaccines.

Love the no polio, measles, whatever. Hate the shots, hate the aftermath. HATE holding my child down while her tiny little legs are stabbed. Repeatedly.

She took a swing at the nurse when I lost my grip around the third one, which I totally understand, I kind of wanted to take a swing at her too. I think I was screaming nearly as loudly when it was all over. It was as snotty and scream-filled as it possibly could have been...and she continued to scream and cry until we pulled into Starbucks. And when the barista set the Double Chocolaty Chip Frappuccino on the counter in front of her it was like all of the bad melted away.

I still had to snuggle with her while she drank it, but she even let me have a sip. Once she was drawing near to the end of it and it was making her sick. But at least she thought of me.

Painting

June 11, 2009 09:55:32 pm

In my sleep deprived stupor I decided that I'd get more work done if I sent my children out on the back deck. I often times feel more chaotic and mean after there has been paint in the house and I think that a chemical in it gets to me, so I like to reserve that for outside time.

The warm glow of motherhood filled me as I covered our deck table with paper, gave my grinning children paintbrushes and opened the paint jars for them to create their masterpieces in the warm morning air.

I was standing at my kitchen table, surrounded with buckets of laundry basking in my great idea, multitasking even. I was getting work done, and my kids were having a wonderful childhood moment. From time to time I would walk past the back doors to see what wonderful art my children had created.

Until the trip across the family room where I saw my daughter walk out of her play house. With the paintbrush.

And the motherly glow left me for seething rage as I saw the three year old painted from shoulder to toe. And the deck, a magnificent rainbow. And their play house painted to match the roof.

But I think the crowning moment of the morning was when I was hosing my half naked children off in the yard with the garden hose and I spit out that they are going to have to explain to their father what happened to his grill and Adeline said "no mommy, YOU got paint on daddy's grill. We were VERY careful to keep that clean."

Overachievers

June 10, 2009 09:26:04 pm

Today the baby dragged himself over to the couch on which I was sitting, pulled himself up to standing and swatted at my leg as if to say "mom I'm hungry please pick me up to feed me." Right before he fell over and I caught him right before he hit his head on the floor. He's not even really crawling yet. He just turned 6 months, he might be closer to 7. I'm not sure these days.

It's still excessively early in my opinion. He had to continue to demonstrate this new skill, which I probably should have taken as an indicator that he was hungry or lonely or something but with kids you never know.

The woman that I was visiting with has a baby too, almost his age and when she put her daughter down on this mat I put him down on his belly facing her and went into the kitchen to get a drink of water and I hear him screaming and I walk in and he's like five feet away sitting up and he looked up at me and lifted his arms up to me as if to say "no mama not yet girls are mean!" I scooped him up and told him that she was adorable and nice too but it's also possible that she was out cute-ing him and he needed to get away.

Whatever was going through his mind I think that this time is going by so quickly and I remember the time just dragging by with Adeline when she was a baby, thinking that this misery would never end and now I'm actually enjoying the baby stage and it's flying by. But there is probably a correlation to be drawn there.

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