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Reason number 5,367 why you should never take your eyes off a toddler

January 24, 2012 By

I’m the first to admit that I’m a mix between a Helicopter parent and a let-your-child-explore parent. Really… it’s a mix or a struggle between some lingering anxiety and having a teaching background.

I repeatedly tell my husband that our toddler is not trustworthy. And only because he’s just that… a toddler — with two older brothers.

I’ve never had to baby proof my house to the extent that I’ve had to in the past two years. It’s like this kid sniffs out danger and puts himself in harms way whenever possible. He is totally a thrill-seeker. Or is trying to fit in with his older brothers. Or he’s out to give me a heart attack. Although, it’s likely all of the above.

Sunday was an extremely lazy day in our house. It was wet outside from raining the day before, half the family was sick with God only know what and I was relishing in the opportunity to get a little work done.

Or so I thought.

Along with being a little daredevil, my child likes to be in the most natural state possible. Which is usually a typical toddler trait.
While I was sitting on the couch, he ran into the other room and quickly shimmied his way out of his zip-up PJ’s – without unzipping them. This happened twice and each time I put his PJ’s back on. (Yeah, I know.)
I then went to the kitchen to clean up the mess from lunch.
Once I finished, I checked my computer then caught something out of the corner of my eye. Like a flash of bright white streaming across the sky.
My toddler not only took his PJ’s off… he took his diaper off, too.

I laughed while yelling to my husband — who was upstairs playing LEGOs with the two older boys. He ran downstairs (with his camera) and we followed our naked little devil into the playroom. Then it hit me. Poop. I smelled poop!

The anxiety kicked in and I sniffed out the missing diaper like a crazy hound dog.

I finally found it. In a backpack, hanging on the door.

My husband took the culprit upstairs for a bath while I disinfected the entire downstairs.

The worst part of it all? I found a straggler — a little turd – yesterday. I had poop nightmares all night last night.

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Who exactly are the holiday for in this house?

December 6, 2011 By

Even though I’m an adult with (way too many) responsibilities now, I still adore the holidays and somehow I don’t allow it to stress me out at all.

There’s something about the cool, crisp air, the music, the act of giving, the smell of my husband’s hot chocolate and the look on my children’s faces that send me into a glittery tailspin.

(Yes it’s cool and crisp in Southern California… at night or early in the morning).

I use any excuse I can to milk it and I milk it pretty good.

Today, for example, I don’t think I took my robe off the entire time I was at home. I poured an extra cup off coffee this morning (like I need an excuse) and dropped a few marshmallows in it for good measure. Seeing that the holidays are the only time we seem to have marshmallows in this house, I consider it a rare delicacy. Tomorrow it’s caramel sauce.

I found myself drifting off into the magic of the movie, Mickey’s Twice Upon a Christmas. The movie that was babysitting my children so I could try to get some work done.

I squee’d when the box containing one of my husband’s Christmas gifts arrived. I just hope I can get it wrapped, keep it wrapped and resist the temptation to give it to him early.

(I’m SO bad with surprises. I mean, not bad. I just get eager to give someone a gift when I know they will simply adore it).

I spend my nights after the kids go to bed scheming up new places to put Nicky, our Elf on the Shelf, and fall into complete and utter mommy guilt when I forget to move the dang thing. I also light up like a Christmas tree when my 4-year-old finds our elf in the morning and yells, “Hi, Mickey!” (I don’t have the heart to correct him).

I put way too much time and effort into writing three different scripts on Portable North Pole. And then I do a handwritten note from Santa to all three kids — each letter must start and end with a curly cue. It’s kind of a sickness.

I spend way too much money on presents because I can’t resist a sale the thought of the perfect gift. Plus, my kids are totally worth it.

Please excuse me while I curl up in my dirty robe next to our fake, undecorated and leaning Christmas tree.

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Mornings in my house

November 8, 2011 By

The way we wake up is a funny thing. I find it very interesting to see how my children form their little personalities — especially when it comes to their internal sleep clocks and attitudes towards different times of the day.

I’m not by any stretch of the imagination a morning person. I loathe mornings. In fact, I get physically sick at the sound of an alarm clock that beeps. It’s pretty bad.

Today I woke up to the sight of my toddler — who now shares a room with his 3 (almost 4) year-old brother — on the video monitor, standing at the side of his crib screaming his brother’s name over and over while jumping around like a kitten who has overdosed on catnip. His older brother ignored him with the covers over his head — occasionally popping up to yell, “go back to sleep!”

Before I ventured into the land of fighting children (forget the beeping alarm clock… what a way to wake up, huh?), I climbed into bed with my sleeping 9-year-old. He smiled, gave me a warm kiss and said, “why did you wake me up? My alarm hasn’t gone off yet.” To which I snarkily replied, “It will be going off in four minutes. I just wanted to snuggle with you.” He kissed my cheek once more and said, “I’d like to stay in bed a few more minutes until my alarm goes off.”

Yeah. He’s my kid.

I kind of hope my toddler molds into a ‘non-morning person’ but if he doesn’t, he just might become the family alarm clock.

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Wordless Wednesday- Shame On The Rainbow

October 26, 2011 By

Note to self: check pockets before washing all your favorite pants and shirts with a 9-year-old boy’s jacket.

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What I Learned Preschool Edition

September 27, 2011 By

Ah, Preschool. You know the saying, Everything I Learned Or Need To Know, I Learned In Kindergarten. It’s not Kindergarten, it’s Preschool my friends. Well, at least for parents it is. Per usual, the second child is teaching me more than I expected to learn from any child and because of that, I am scared grateful. So, basically, I didn’t know just how enlightening the entire preschool experience could be. Until recently.

We have had an amazing experience with preschool to date. I couldn’t be happier with our decision of placement and the environment for our son. And with that comes some inspiring, interesting and hilarious experiences that we are sure to never forget.

 

What I Learned Preschool Edition

1. Not every teacher is right for every child. Rather, not every child is right for every teacher.

2. Sometimes you need to consider other options for your child. Even if the familiar is comfortable. (sigh).

3. Finding a teacher that is willing to work with your child on behaviors and other difficulties is like gold.

4. Luckily all the teachers we spoke with were willing but we had to find the right fit. Or platinum if we’re sticking with the analogies.

5. 3-year-old’s eat a lot of bugers.

6. 3-year-old boys are little dirt balls running around. Think Pig Pen from Charlie Brown. That is my son.

7. Food containers hardly ever come home with the lid in tact.

8. Applesauce is nasty to clean out of the little cracks of an insulated lunchbox.

9. It’s smart to invest in 2-3 lunchboxes each school year.

10. Better yet, a (BPA-free) plastic (dishwasher-safe) lunchbox.

11. It is pointless to send your child to school in cute, expensive clothing.

12. Vinegar is good at getting out most stains.

13. You do not need to keep every piece of art or every shred of paper thanks, scissor practice.

14. Preschool is not too young to teach your kids about recycling, right?

15. New Rule: Shoes get taken off before entering the house.

16. It’s amazing how much sand a child can transport home in two tiny shoes.

17. Oh, don’t splurge on shoes either.

18. Keeping essentials in the car, at all times, is extremely helpful.

19. Essentials= hand sanitizer and snacks… and sometimes water.

20. I still wonder how a child can go all day without barely eating a thing and then eat his weight in food during a 5-minute car ride home.

21. Potty-trained children can have accidents when highly distracted.

22. A reusable bag or waterproof wet-bag is a good essential to have on hand as well.

23. Especially for a child that still has accidents at school.

24. Stock your child’s cubby or preschool bathroom with bum wipes.

25. Note to self: drill in the requirement that your child washes his hands after going potty. (see #5)

26. It’s easy to spot the parents that only have one child.

27. It’s easy to spot the parents that have multiple children, like me.

28. Strapping my toddler to my body is the fastest way to drop off the older children.

29. But letting my toddler run all over the preschool playground counts as going to the park, right?

30. To be continued…

 

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