Category Archives: Kids

Michigan Girl all the way

I grew up in Michigan. We have all the weather here. I love most of it, but especially the snow kind. This morning we had the first snowfall of the year, and I’m not kidding, when I got out of bed and looked out the window my heart skipped a beat and I had to catch my breath. Those clichés became for real, you know?

So today’s tidbit is that I am excited for this season, and below a picture of my kids and the snowman they created at 9 am. I mean, I was still in my pajamas, out in the front lawn, to take that picture. Don’t ever say I don’t sacrifice for the blog.  You are welcome!

image

Bye bye Tooth #5

Bye bye Tooth #5
Bye bye Tooth #5

My daughter lost another tooth today. This is her 5th tooth to fall out, but her 3rd in the last two months. She lost one just before Labor Day, then another just after school picture day (at the end of September), and then today. She came off the school bus with the tooth hanging around her neck in a plastic tooth-shaped case that the school gave her. She was so thrilled to have lost yet another tooth. She told me all about it, how she was “eating an apple and could feel that the tooth was loose so she just started wiggling until it came out and it had blood all over it and everything!” Keep in mind she was speaking with a significant lisp, since she’s missing 5 front teeth, and also she lost her voice yesterday so it’s all kind of a whisper. A lispy whisper. Say that three times fast.

I think the irony of this is that she is scheduled for her 6 month dental check-up and cleaning in three days. I don’t know whether I should cancel it or ask for a discount.

This girl is making a killing off the Tooth Fairy Game. I’m sure she knows the fairy is fictional, but she sure knows the money that shows up under her pillow is real!

At bedtime I asked her to remember her tooth, so she could leave it under her pillow. She couldn’t find it. She swore she had it with her as she was sitting on the couch. My son and I searched all around, under, and in the couch and we could not find it. That’s when I remembered that earlier the dog had been lying there, right in front of Natalie, when she started heaving (the dog, not the girl). I had quickly rushed her to the kitchen where she proceeded to vomit all over the linoleum. I had scooped it all up into a grocery bag so I could seal it up before putting in the trash, in order to keep it from stinking up the kitchen. My thought at this point was that the tooth had fallen to the floor and Piper had eaten it, choked on it, and puked it up along with the rawhide she had been chewing and her dog food from earlier.

So, since I don’t see well and often have to use my hands to “see”, I enlisted my son’s help. We took the bag out of the trash, ripped it open on the linoleum, and began searching. Luke carefully inspected while I held the flashlight. We couldn’t find the tooth. I thought for sure it was still in Piper’s belly, and my son would find it later when he cleans up her poo from the backyard. So, we closed the bag back up and stuck it back in the trash. When we stood up from the floor, Luke was facing the dining room table, and I heard him laugh out loud. Guess what he saw sitting  smack dab in the middle of the table? That’s right, the tooth. We had sifted through dog vomit for nothing.

It wasn’t entirely grotesque, we were happy to have found the tooth for Natalie, and we had a good laugh at ourselves. Ridiculously, it was one of the best parts of my day!

I hate cooking

Today my daughter stopped coloring to read a book. While that was happening, I was in the kitchen preparing potato soup for the crockpot – thoroughly *enjoying* dicing the potatoes. I was seriously relaxed through the whole process and was mildly disappointed when I ran out of potatoes.

And then I’m pretty sure I saw a pig fly just outside my kitchen window.

Lunch coolers

We had six thermal lunch bags. Two for me, two for Luke, and two for Natalie.Mine are the black & white paisley-ish and the red toile patterned, Natalie’s are the colored polka-dots and the pink with the butterfly, and Luke’s are the plain black and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
image

Now we have three. One for each of us. We decided to keep the red toile, pink butterfly, and plain black.
image

My kids use lunch bags for school occasionally, and they may more often at the new school come September. I don’t have a job to go to anymore, so I don’t use mine much. However, it is nice to have one in case we go to the park, or on a long drive. I like having healthy snacks available. I thought keeping one for each of us was reasonable.

I have to be honest though, and disclose the fact that I have several more thermal bags and boxes down in the basement. I have used them all on occasion, for camping trips mostly. We camp once a year, so it might not seem worth it, until you get rid of them and six months later you are packing for that camping trip and asking yourself where you are going to pack the hot dogs and string cheese and drink boxes. Because these need to be kept cool, but don’t fit real well in the cooler with all the water and Gatorade bottles. So really, it’s justified, right? Am I right??

I’m afraid I am far from done.

Conquering the hoarding addiction?

Oh boy. We’ve been having a fun summer break so far, but it hasn’t been all play. I’m enforcing the “No Screentime Until” rules, most days, and it’s working fairly well. Luke has embraced it, because he is my child, and loves following a list. Natalie, on the other hand, moans and groans at it. Every. Single. Time. But I do realize she is only 5 years old, so I have lower expectations for her. The success with Luke more than makes up for it.

Here’s the thing… I am a recovering hoarder and I’m fairly certain that the tendency for hoarding is genetic. I have unfortunately passed this on to my children, and I am on a mission to reverse the effects and teach my kids early on to overcome it. So far this summer we’ve accomplished some MAJOR de-cluttering in this house. It’s been primarily in the kids’ rooms, but I’ve done my share in other areas too.

Last week we took everything out of Luke’s room and dumped it all on the living room rug. Then we cleaned his room and rearranged some furniture (at his request). Then Luke went through everything that was out in the living room, deciding what he wanted to keep and what he wanted to get rid of, keeping in mind that he could only keep what would fit comfortably back in his room. This was a huge job, folks, but he loved seeing the transformation in his room. And now he has easy access to the toys he uses most, and it’s so much easier for him to keep his room clean. He recognizes this new reality very clearly, which I think at age 8 is no small miracle.

The process worked so well for Luke,  a couple days later I tried it with Natalie. Did I mention she’s 5? Yeah, it didn’t go nearly as well with her, because as soon as she spotted a toy she hadn’t seen in awhile, she immediately wanted to play with it. So while she played, I sorted through her things, trashing obvious junk and sorting the rest into categories. She does well with categories, and does a decent job of keeping similar things together. I still have a few tubs/baskets of Natalie’s things to sort and organize, but we will get to it. Eventually. I’m just happy right now to be able to walk through her room to kiss her goodnight.

When all was said and done, we were able to donate a trunk full of toys to the kids’ pre-school, and several bags of clothing and assorted toys to the local recycling service (to be re-used). I am so proud of both of the kids, but especially Luke. He and I are so similar in so many ways, so I understand his struggles with keeping his room neat and parting with cherished items. I still remember my bedroom from high school days – it was a disaster – and I do not want him growing up with the same terrible habits.

I am 37 and have yet to really conquer my hoarding habits. I have come a long way, yes, but I still feel like I’m managing. They say an addict is always an addict, even if they’ve managed to stay clean (figuratively AND literally, in this case). The temptation and draw is always there. But these kids, they are still young, and they are still forming habits. Now is the time to instill the good habits, so that they grow up to be adults who will naturally pick up after themselves and say no to buying things they don’t need or have space for. Sound too neurotic? Maybe. But this is important, people! I am doing this for their future roommates and spouses! Someday, someone will thank me!!

Donuts in the park

Monday the kids and I walked to the local Quality Dairy for coffee, hot cocoa, and donuts. It was a leisurely mile long walk. Natalie had her vanilla frosted donut with sprinkles, Luke picked a glazed knot of some sort, and I chose the apple fritter, leaving the custard filled long john for another time.

On the way back home we stopped at the defunct elementary school and sat on a picnic bench in the shade while we ate our donuts and finished our drinks. We had nowhere to be, the whole day ahead of us. We chatted about the week ahead of us as we scarfed down our pastries. It was a beautiful morning, just getting warm but with a nice breeze. The kids were happy, I was happy, we were all happy just enjoying each other. It was beautiful. A memorable day for sure.

This school, which is less than a half mile from our house, is the school Mike attended as a child. The building is not used as a school anymore, but they still hold community events there, and they keep the grounds clean and groomed. There are swing-sets, basketball courts, tennis courts, monkey bars, and more. All this time we have lived here I have not become very familiar with the school, but I plan to this year. This year I am healthy and lucid enough to take the kids there, and the kids are at the perfect age to enjoy it. I plan to spend many more summer hours there with the kids, this year and hopefully every year after. We can go in the morning before it gets too warm, we can go around lunchtime and have picnics, and if it gets too hot, we can just walk on a little further to the Quality Dairy and get ice cream to cool ourselves down. It’s perfect, really. I can’t believe I’m just now discovering it, but I’m not going to waste it now.

I’m having fun

I haven’t written much lately because I’ve been busy enjoying my time with my kids. That’s the best excuse, if you ask me. The trouble is, these experiences we’re having here at home make great stories for blogging, if only I could carve out the time to actually write. I will, I promise. Because it’s what I love to do. So stay tuned, the stories will come soon enough. And then you’ll read all about the cooking and cleaning and walking and playing. I will even do my best to make it interesting for you as it was for me.

Coming soon…
Bilateral hearing
Bird poop
De-cluttering with kids
Donuts in the park
Pancakes and again, pancakes

Bilaterally bionic and neurotic

Yesterday was an exciting day. Yesterday I had my 2nd CI (left ear) activated! I admit the event lacked the luster the 1st one did, but that’s to be expected. The first one took me from deaf to hearing, this second one will take me from “okay” hearing to “better” hearing. I am still forever grateful, but I think the highs of being bilateral will come in bits and pieces as time goes on, as I recognize the little things I may have forgotten I was missing. On the way home from the activation, I noticed I could hear the blinker on the truck, something I hadn’t heard in quite a while, because it’s on my left. See? It’s the little things.

I went to bed around 9:00 last night. I don’t normally go to bed that early, but I was feeling pretty crappy. I had been coughing most of the day, so I had stayed away from caffeine. Good for the cough, but resulted in a major headache. That coupled with some stomach issues and the excitement of the day left me quite a mess. However, the sleep must have served me well, because I was pretty wide awake at 6 this morning, and feeling much better. Even wide awake, my body doesn’t move so well, but I was up by 6:30. I put both my ears on (!!) and moseyed on out to the living room. Luke (my early riser) was on the couch, watching tv. We chatted for a bit, then I came into the kitchen to make breakfast. And of course, instead I am writing.

It’s day 3 of summer break for me and the kids. This means less work for the kids, but more work for me. No more lazy days, no more morning naps, and no more spotless floors. I like keeping the house clean, but I realize that’s going to become more difficult with the kids home. One of my hopes as a parent is to teach my children how to clean up after themselves, but that’s not a quick process, right? I think repetition and years of patience are the keys here. Those and being a good example, of course. But this summer, I don’t really have the energy for keeping up with my own high expectations. And this is how I plan to deal with that ugly fact: I’m just going to pretend like we’re camping! Every time I step on a wad of dirt or pile of crumbs and that frustration rises within my belly, I’ll just pretend like it’s totally normal to have dirty feet. Dirt in the entryway? Crumbs in front of the couch? It’s okay! We’re camping!! I just won’t tell the kids, because then they’ll want to pitch a tent in the living room, and that would just be going too far.

Have I become that neurotic? Sadly, I’m afraid I have.

Taco night

Growing up, my family had our own traditional way of preparing tacos. It was one of my favorite things. One of the unique things about our taco nights was that we would fry our own corn tortillas in hot oil on the stove. Not great for the arteries, but super delicious.

My husband and I both love tacos. We made tacos “Selleck-style” for years, but soon grew tired of the mess. Also, babies came along. Those babies are now young children, and have grown to share in our love for tacos too.

Along the way we’ve created our own tradition of using the leftovers (meat, beans, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, sour cream) to make nachos the following day. Taco Night is therefore always followed by Nacho Night. Knowing this, I always prepare the fixings and put them in plastic, re-sealable containers. It makes clean-up a breeze, and makes Nacho Night that much easier. It’s my little stroke of genius, and it only took me a year to come up with it.

This last time we had tacos, after I finished eating, I asked everyone if they had had enough to eat. They all replied yes, so I began putting the tops on all the food containers. As I was snapping the last one into place, this exchange occurred:

Natalie (shouting): NOOOO, I want another taco!!!
Me (sighing): Really??
Natalie (now calm and collected): No.

That girl. She loves to make a joke, and her timing is impeccable.

Growth spurt

Either the pants all shrunk in the wash or my daughter grew 2 inches overnight. Seriously. It seems like all of a sudden none of her pants fit. None. Thank goodness we are heading into warmer weather, so the need for covering her ankles is not so urgent.

We’ve known since early on that she would be tall, like her father. At this rate she’ll be taller than me before she hits middle school!