Thursday, December 29, 2011
Sometimes we Moms just need 20 minutes of peace to do the dishes without someone climbing on the dishwasher door and/or pulling out clean steak knives. I have devoted myself to finding activities that my kids can do that will keep them busy for awhile. In the spirit of sharing my ideas, I have put together a video tutorial on one of my favorite indoor activities and also included some written instructions below. This project is absolutely perfect for enhancing fine motor skills and even working on colors so the next time you need some free time, don't turn on the TV or the iPad, try this instead. The video will tell you everything you need for this project, but you probably already have most of the supplies at home. I will be featuring other projects in the future, but keep in mind this particular project is probably best for children aged three to three and half since there are sharp pins involved. Here's to peaceful (and safe) dishwashing!
First you will start with a standard pin cushion, normally used for sewing and some long push pins with a large head:
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
This really got me to thinking about stomach flu during Christmas. When I was growing up, we often woke up Christmas morning sick with the "stomach flu". It's just one day of the year, why would it be so common for stomach flu to hit on this particular day?
Even when it's not Christmas, I'm a bit of a freak about stomach flu. Okay, I'm a little crazy actually. Sometimes I have to physically restrain myself from interrogating our playmates with questions like, Have you or your kids been sick recently? Have you been AROUND anyone who was sick? No? Well then by all means, welcome to my home! As you can imagine, it's not a great way to make friends so I do my best to restrain myself.
I've been doing some research and I've found that stomach flu at Christmas time probably isn't a coincidence. It turns out that "stomach flu" is often masked for food poisoning. In fact, 1 out of every 3 cases of "stomach flu" is actually food poisoning and cases of food-bourne illness go up drastically during the Holiday Season because we amateurs don't know the rules of food preparation. We leave food sitting out while we wait for everyone to arrive. We have a party that lasts for several hours and we far exceed the two hour rule, which is how long food experts recommend food can stay unrefrigerated.
Here are some facts to keep you awake at night:
1. Purrell doesn't kill stomach flu. Hand-washing can get rid of it and wash it down the drain but doesn't totally kill it. I know what you're thinking because I thought the same thing. Why don't you just rain on my parade? Every time I take the kids to the mall I douse them in Purrell and call it good. That's not enough?
2. Stomach flu is frequently CAUSED by poor food preparation. Poor food handling can cause the norovirus, which presents as stomach flu. Unfortunately, the norovirus is contagious and incidents of this virus sharply increase during summer picnics and Winter Holiday Season, due to POOR FOOD PREPARATION. It's not a coincidence.
3. Someone who had the stomach flu is contagious up to three days after they start feeling better . You can't send kids back to school or daycare the same day they stop throwing up. They will get everyone sick.
However I was actually a bit relieved by these finding because at least we can actively work to prevent stomach flu during the Holidays. For example, my Aunt makes an amazing beef tenderloin on Christmas Eve. Luckily she has worked in restaurants for years and she literally uses a plastic glove to prepare the meat. This would probably seem odd to most people and I doubt this is a common practice in most family meals, but I'm so glad she does! We can prevent the norovirus (stomach flu) and that's very good news to a freak like me!
So, I make a plea on behalf of everyone who hates to vomit, which is probably the entire civilized world. Let's make a pact. If your know your family is sick, don't take your kids anywhere. Don't take them to school. Don't take them to Mother's Day Out. Don't take them to the mall the second they start feeling better. Stay home and get well and disinfect. I know it's tempting, believe me. When your kid is cranky sometimes getting them out of the house is pure luxury, but please don't. It's just not worth it.
PS...In defense of my cousins, they didn't know they had stomach flu on Christmas and it turns out they got it from another family, not from food. Much to my relief we all made it through the night without any symptoms so hopefully we're in the clear since it's already December 28th. Fingers crossed!!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Merry Christmas to everyone! First things first, I want to announce the winner of the Blue Ribbon Blog Contest for the Winter 2011. Competition was pretty fierce and I was impressed again by how many people participated and the quality of the posts that were sent in. The criteria called for posts that really shared something helpful and informative and I selected the winner...She is Melanie from Adventures in Frugalness She taught me about getting crayon out of the dryer and that is something EVERY mom will need to know at some point, so I suggest we all pin this on Pinterest!! The runner-up is Tessa from The Diary of a Working Mother. Her post is about feeding her little guy and it's something I hope every parent will read at some point because it really makes you think. I look forward to the next contest in the Spring. Until then, Happy Blogging Everyone!!
Hey there everyone.
I am so happy to be featured here at A Mommy With A Selective Memory, and honored to be the recipient of her awesome Blue Ribbon Blog Award.
My name is Melanie.
I am the co-creator or 4 rambunctious boys, a SAHM (to those aforementioned boys), a long-winded author of way too many blogs...one of which is named Adventures in Frugalness (he he he), and a plethora of many other things.
I started Testosterone Overload, just over four years ago, as a way to keep in touch with family and post pictures of my boys (only 3 then). Besides the addition of one more XY, Testosterone Overload has definitely evolved from where it started.
I've learned through the years that in order to keep up with my "brood of manliness" I have to A. keep the pantry shelves stocked at all times (I "coupon"...well, sometimes) B. know how to repair anything (especially clothing) with, and sometimes without, duct tape and C. find ways to save money on just about every other aspect of "in-home engineering" you can think of, in order to keep a roof over our heads.
I have lovingly dub these money (and/or life) saving ideas, my "Adventures in Frugalness". It just so happens that the post I submitted for the MWASM's Blue Ribbon Blog Contest just happened to be one of them. It may not have saved me money...or saved my life...but hopefully, because of my research, it can do both for you (if you ever find yourself in a similar situation).
So, without further ado...
Melanie's winning blog post
HOW TO: GET MELTED CRAYON OUT OF CLOTHES First of all...let me say that if you are searching out this topic because you have a similar problem...I am sorry. Very sorry. Now...where to begin. Well...if you recall, last week I was having a peaceful, stress-less morning until I opened up the dryer and found black crayon melted all over an entire extra large load of laundry (see Help! I need you....Crayon vs Dryer). JUST GREAT! A part of me...a very LARGE part of me...wanted to just condemn the clothing and chuck 'em. But...
Honestly...like I said, I tried a LOT of products.
First, I tried this...
|Pro-Tek (a non-toxic all purpose cleaner--safe for laundry) and Clorox 2
and...eventually....I did try this...for the sake of research
WELL...look at it now.
POST LAUNDERING-POST SCRUBBING-POST SECOND LAUNDERING
There are still a few very faint stains. I will probably have to put it through the scrub/laundering process one more time before it is fit to wear but a VAST improvement I must say.
It was Roberto's favorite work shirt. He almost cried when he first saw it (he he he) but now he is just as hopeful as I am that he will be able to wear it again very soon.
Tessa is a full-time working (outside-the-home) mother who is learning to integrate "work" and "life" into one seamless operation. She is the mother to Roland, her 21 month old son, married to her high-school sweetheart and is a Program Manager for an IT corporation. Her blog is titled 'The Diary of a Working Mother' and is focused on challenges of working, raising a little one, some lessons learned along her journey of life (The Picky Eater!) and a few recipes.
Until today, I was thoroughly confused as to how Roland could be a good eater throughout the day, and yet such a picky eater at dinner time. Dinner time is not pleasant. At all. At least, not pleasant 80% of the time. And thus, I often wonder if we're putting our kiddo to bed hungry...
He loves a wide variety of food including avocados, greek yogurt (referred to as "Yo-Yo"), salmon patties and asparagus (yeah, I know...not the typical foods you would think a 1.5 year old would like). We sat down for dinner tonight hopeful that the left over beef braciole would be a hit, but were not surprised when he pushed it away and said "Noooooo".
As I was preparing his lunch/snacks for tomorrow, I calculated the calories in his favorite daily sandwich - the PB&J. 340 calories between 1tbsp of jelly, 2tbsp of peanut butter and the bread! I started to wonder how many calories he consumes throughout the day. By the time we reach 4:00 PM, he consumes nearly 1100 calories! I did some research on the internet at found out that he should be consuming 1000 calories in a day. (Dietary Guidelines for Americans, Appendix 6) Perhaps he's just not hungry for dinner, and we were interpreting his lack of hunger as a picky 1.5 year old!
That makes sense. The fact that he eats a wide variety of foods throughout the day and doesn't appear to be interested at dinner supports my new found hypothesis. It could also explain why Roland gets up so early in the morning (5:30 am after a 7:30 pm bedtime); it could be that he's hungry! I plan to test my hypothesis throughout the week and will report back next Sunday to see if my new theory holds.
(I am by no means a calorie counter (in fact, if asked today, couldn't even tell you how many calories I should be consuming); I do know how important it is for Roland to get the proper nutrition so that he can grow mentally and physically.)
Friday, December 23, 2011
This year I found it.
I was out shopping and saw a girl with an awesome purse. I don't know about you, but I HATE it when I reach down to pick up a kid and my purse falls off my shoulder, slings the kid right in the face and practically jars my shoulder out of socket.
Thus, I really enjoy over the shoulder bags. For one of the first times in my life, I experienced fashion envy. This girl wore her bag over her shoulder and it looked really comfy but it also was nice and elegant. I texted Hubby and he told me to look up where he could find it.
I rushed home and.....well....it turns out I have expensive taste. It turns out Marc Jacobs is some famous designer. Who knew? I really should have paid more attention in college to the important things, like fashion and handbags.
My frugality will never allow myself to accept a bag for $500 so I'm back to bath salts. But hey, I like bath salts so I'm happy and that's all that matters, right??
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
After a few batches, my daughter started to lose interest so we moved on to peanut butter balls and let her get down and play with her dolls. We started to melt chocolate on the stove. I turned to my Mom and said, "I feel like this chocolate is burning."
She replied and I quote, "Nah, I'm sure it's just that a little water got spilled on the burner."
Well, and hour or so passed, the peanut butter balls were almost done and suddenly...smoke started POURING from the oven.
"Oh, I guess I know what we've been smelling now," my Mom says and starts laughing hysterically. "I forgot to set the timer for the last batch."
This is what she pulls from the oven:
These are NOT chocolate cookies. They were supposed to be your standard sugar cookie, with a light tan color. Now they are cooling outside after my daughter said, "Mommy, it smells kind of funny in here."
But the truth is, I was delighted by these events. When I was growing up, we almost never got through a Christmas without burned cookies. It's just the way my Mom is and it works for us. In fact, I texted my brothers and they were so mad they missed the yearly burned cookie event! They were hoping it wouldn't happen until we were all together. Truthfully I thought my Mom had finally grown out of this burning cookie phase in her life, but I'm glad she hasn't! It's a fun tradition to pass on. The other batches are always delicious!
Monday, December 19, 2011
Before I had kids, I have to admit that I was one of the millions of people out there who wondered whether people who claimed to have peanut allergies weren't just a little paranoid. I mean, not really, I knew they did have an allergy, but the question of severity is confusing. After all, it's just so hard for the world to understand why all of a sudden peanut allergies are such a big problem when they weren't an issue while we were growing up. Or when our parents were growing up.
However, my view changed one cold night in March 2009 when my daughter turned blue and had a seizure and was unresponsive for about five minutes. We rushed her to the hospital but by the time we got there she was fine, even waving to everyone and acting happy. They did try to get blood samples from her, but since she was only 9 months old they couldn't find a vein. For two exruciating hours, nurses filed in and out of the room, promising they were the expert and would be able to find a vein. She cried and squirmed and I helpless to do anything but hold her close and sing to her.
We never figured out what caused that seizure until several months later we had her tested for allergies and I remember saying, "I just hope she's not allergic to peanuts."
Sure enough, the doctor called and that was her only allergy. The doctor thought that possibly explained why she was so crabby when she was a baby, since I breastfed her and I ate a lot of peanut butter. The doctor explained that her allergy was extremely severe and we had to get all peanuts out of the house and make sure everyone around us knew that she had a severe peanut allergy.
I was devastated. Every time we had a playgroup we had to leave early because inevitably someone pulled out a PB&J and I didn't want to be that annoying Mom who requested that the event be peanut-free. It really did affect our lives and I constantly felt watchful for another seizure episode. We had about 10 Epi-Pens and had to carry them everywhere and keep track of the expiration dates and make sure that I NEVER changed diapers or purses without checking. It's hard for other people to know what it feels like to be a Mom and feel like any second, someone who ate peanut butter that morning could accidentally touch her and I could lose her.
I remember one plane ride...We flew Southwest and so we requested a peanut free flight. I felt guilty doing it, but I didn't have a choice. They got on the speakers and announced that the flight was going to be peanut-free and the people in front of us started huffing and puffing.
"That's so ridiculous," I heard the woman say. "Just because you're allergic to peanuts, you shouldn't punish the rest of us. How inconsiderate!!"
I wanted to lean forward and ask if she wanted to see my daughter turn blue and die, right on the plane, but I didn't have the heart to fight with her because honestly that's how I felt until I had a daughter with an allergy. You just don't get it until it's your reality.
When my daughter turned three, the doctor wanted to test her for peanut allergies again. A whopping 10% of children grow out of it eventually. I wasn't very hopeful, but the test came back and....IT WAS A MIRACLE!!! She only had a slight allergy now, not even enough to need an Epi-Pen!!
Now, this Christmas for the first time, we are finally able to have Christmas Cookies the way God intended...with peanut butter! We can have peanut butter balls, peanut fudge, peanut Cocoa Clusters, anything we want! We tried one year to make Peanut Butter Balls with imitation peanut butter...not recommended!
Even though we are now free of the dreaded peanut allergy, I still have a soft spot in my heart for any family who has to deal with the fear of a peanut allergy. It's real and it's scary, so if your kid's school asks you not to send a PB&J, just keep in mind that no one else is happy about it, least of all the parents of the poor kid with the peanut allergy.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Ever since women entered the workforce in droves during the 80s, Moms have pondered the important question, What Will Make the Happiest? Should I Work or Should I Stay Home With my Kids? We may now have an answer. A new study published by Live Science reveals that women who work, either full time or part time, are healthier and have less depression than women who stay home with their young children. The study appears to be fairly extensive since it began in 1991 and followed women through every stage of their child's life.
As a working Mom, I have to say that I am a little shocked by these results. I work because my husband isn't done with his surgical training yet so we need the money. I also work because I want to and because I truly like having a life outside my kids but I am often crippled with guilt when I leave my kids for the day. Every single day I wonder if my kids would be happier if Mom was staying home with them. Guilt is a powerful emotion and it makes me wonder whether this study researched guilt and how it relates to depression?
On the other hand, my job is very flexible and I am often home with the kids, especially by the time they wake up from naps in the afternoon. I can very easily see why staying home with little children all day could make you a little crazy. The witching hour between 4 and 7 is crazy. The kids are often looking for ways to irritate each other or me, which means they cry and whine a lot, and sometimes everything I try seems to end in disaster.
I wonder if the depression that many Moms face is more related to feeling judged. I know that I feel judged often. I feel like people wonder if I love my kids enough. I know that my friends who stay home sometimes feel judged for not having a career. In my humble opinion, there would probably be less depression if there was less judging. Maybe we should agree not to judge each other, no matter what we choose for our own families.
Millions of women go to college and spend thousands getting a college education, only to quit working several years later to raise children. I say Kudos to them! This study only looks at the health and depression in the Moms, but what about the children? True, people often say that if Mom is happy the family is happy, but can kids ever really be truly happy at a daycare facility?
My only hope is that women everywhere know that they have the choice and it's okay to reverse their decision. If staying at home is making you depressed, get a job. Often once a Mom chooses to stay home, she can't imagine going back to work and putting the kids in daycare, so a vicious cycle begins and that is how women get depressed.
At the same time, if a Mom works and she hates her job and wishes she could stay home with the kids, then she should take steps to make that happen. Get a smaller house, buy less stuff, figure out how to work part time.
I have heard that Stay At Home Moms are a dying breed. Since I often wish I was a Stay At Home Mom, I sure hope they never become extinct. That would be a true tragedy.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
1. Play "I Spy" using the Christmas tree. Both kids love this. I say, "I spy an ornament with a dog who is wearing a hat." They both look all around the tree and yell out when they find it. We've played this several times a day for about five days running. I'm hoping the excitement lasts.
2. Let them help wrap presents. Yes, this sounds tricky, but I just give them some stickers and let them use them like bows. They both love stickers and are so proud of the presents they "wrapped."
3. Drive around and look at Christmas lights. This is a perfect activity for when Daddy is coming home late from work. Pack up some sandwiches and carrots and drive all around, looking at all the lights. You don't even have to get out of the car. It's pretty relaxing actually.
4. Advent doors. I found a really neat Advent train at Hobby Lobby. They take turns each day opening a door. I'm hoping it's one thing they'll remember as they get older. I remember my brothers and I took turns putting the star on the tree each year.
5. Lastly, I put up a new tree every day on our sliding glass door and let them decorate with Christmas stickers. Fun is had by all. Ho ho ho!!!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Now that I've had two kids, I'm been especially happy that long shirts are the norm. Who wants to be constantly pulling their shirt down and wondering if people are staring at the dreaded belly button??
That being said, I was SHOCKED when I went into H&M the other day. I decided I was going to treat myself to a shirt for Christmas and was so excited...unfortunately my excitement didn't last long. This is what I found:
So my question is this...what idiot designer decided to start making short shirts again??? I WANT MY STOMACH AND BUTT COVERED!!!
I walked out of the store empty-handed. I say we Moms protest this ridiculous fashion!! Who's with me??? I bet you anything even Jennifer Anniston would agree that this is one fashion that should remain dead to the world.
PS...I'm sorry that I'm posting again about Plumber's crack...I guess I'm obsessed. However, you would all be shocked to learn how often my previous post about plumber's crack gets searched for on Google...there are LOTS of people out there who want to see pictures of plumber's crack!! It's a little disturbing actually.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
She said, "Mommy, I'm afraid of Santa. I don't want him to come in our house while I'm sleeping. Are you sure he's nice?"
I reassured her that Santa was really nice and I would protect her, but internally I was speechless. I'd never thought of it like that before, but really, what a bizarre custom! Think about it. We are essentially saying, "Some night soon, a strange man will enter our house while we are all sleeping. Yes, he is a stranger, but it's okay that he sneaks in through our chimney. Oh, and little people called elves are locked up in a small house making your presents and then Santa will FLY in the sky to bring you presents, even though no one else you know can fly. Then in a few years we will break the news that he isn't real at all and there are no elves and no reindeer."
I remember when I found out Santa wasn't real. I was so hurt and betrayed. I don't know if I ever trusted my parents in the same way again. It was the first time that I realized my parents maybe aren't always truthful. When I remembered how hurt I was as a kid, there was a small part of me that wished I could protect my kids from this, but at the same time, we don't want to be the weirdos who don't believe in Santa Claus. That's not going to win my kids any popularity contests.
I decided to research Santa and this is what I found out:
- There was a Monk back in the 3rd century who used to be known for giving gifts to children. He was eventually accepted as a Saint and legends began to surface about "St. Nicholas"
- Santa Claus wasn't well-known in America until Clement Clark Moore wrote the poem, "Twas the Night Before Christmas", published in 1823.
- The red Santa Suit was created for Coca-Cola commercials in 1931. Prior to the Coca-Cola commercials, Santa did not wear a red suit at all, and wasn't fat or jolly
- Rudolph was also created solely for commercial purposes, and in this case, for Montgomery Ward department store in 1939
- Santa the way we know him isn't known all over the world. Countries in Europe all have different customs for Christmas, and none of them include a jolly, fat Santa sneaking down a chimney
*** To research Santa, I used the following websites:
***The above caption is no longer subject to copyright because it has expired
Sunday, December 4, 2011
At three and a half, she now begs us to "go to a restaurant" so last night Hubby and I decided to treat the kids to dinner out. We arrived at 5:15, which seemed reasonable because we like to get Little Buddy in bed by 7. However, as we looked around the almost empty restaurant, I couldn't help laughing. We have now beaten even the old folks to the restaurant. They started streaming in around 5:45, and by that point we already had the Crayons out, Cheerios all over the floor, torn napkins strewn all about the table and Hubby and I were wolfing down our burgers. By 6:00 we asked for the check and boom! In and out in less than an hour, just as the old folks were sitting down to their meals. It's an odd feeling since it doesn't seem that long ago that we were in college and ordering pizza at 2am.
Right as we were getting ready to leave, I said to Hubby, "Going out to dinner with the kids might be slightly crazy, but at least Little Buddy is way better at restaurants than she ever was at this age."
Daddy nodded and smiled at Munchkin Girl. "Absolutely," he said. "No doubt about that."
At that moment, she looked up, "Daddy, I have to go poooooop."
Hubby acted like she was suddenly on fire. He practically threw her in my arms. "That sounds like a great job for Mommy," he said. I think Hubby is allergic to taking Munchkin Girl to poop on the big girl toilet.
We both laughed. Some things never change. Munchkin Girl still didn't eat her dinner, and even though she only poops once every couple of days, of COURSE she would choose to poop at a restaurant where they have one small bathroom. Yes, going out to dinner is still hassle, but it sure is fun now.
Friday, December 2, 2011
That was earlier this year. Then there was yesterday. This story actually starts a long time ago, when she was only 2 years old. At the time, she had tons of dolls and wanted to take them everywhere and was very pushy about it, but we never knew what doll she wanted so one winter morning when Daddy was working, I named all the dolls for Munchkin Girl. She would hold it up and I would say, "That's Lulabelle!" or "That's Daisy" or "That one is named Lucy!". Munchkin has all the dolls from when I was a kid so I started running out of names and I was getting a little panicky. It was like my brain froze up and I couldn't think of another name and she was excited and demanding more names. I was flipping through my latest copy of People magazine and when she demanded the next name, I happened to be reading about Courtney Cox Arquette and how they were going through a divorce. It mentioned that her daughter's name was Cocoa. I thought, That's a cool name...."That doll is Cocoa!" I say. I look up from my magazine, and she is holding a black doll. Oh crap. A black doll named Cocoa. Could I BE any more insensitive or politically incorrect?? That's what I get for reading a magazine instead of focusing on my daughter.
Fast forward a year and half. Every week Munchkin Girl becomes fixated on a new doll. Two weeks ago it was Sarah. Last week it was Lulabelle. This week it's a doll that looks a lot like Cocoa. Only we can't find Cocoa, she somehow got lost over the years. I don't like this particular doll. I keep trying to hide her and pretend that we can't find her. I've considered taking scissors to her, but don't quite have the guts yet. Why do I hate this doll so much? Because Munchkin calls this doll, "White Cocoa."
I know. I'm so mortified. It does look like exactly like the original Cocoa, only with a different skin color. I've tried to change the name to Lucy, Lily, Angela, anything but White Cocoa. Unfortunately Munchkin is being very stubborn about this and not only does she refuse to change the name, but she carries her around in a basket and takes her everywhere we go. To the store. To Grandma's house. And now to school.
Yesterday she insisted on taking her to Show and Tell. The only hope I have is that the teachers won't understand because they didn't know the original Cocoa. I am hoping this particular obsession will die down soon and then I can hide White Cocoa forever. In the trash.
PS *** A disclaimer*** I really hope no one is offended by this. She doesn't know any better and I promise I won't read a magazine next time when we're naming dolls. I blame all this on Courtney Cox Arquette. What kind of name is Cocoa anyway??
Thursday, December 1, 2011
After the last competition, I received tons of requests for another one, so as promised, this contest will be now be called the "Blue Ribbon Blog Competition" and I will now offer it four times per year, one for each season. The Winter 2011 contest will be open from December 1st - December 19th. The Fall contest was open only to humorous posts and/or stories. The Winter contest is for any informative posts. It can be informative because it's about crafts, cooking, or simply a life lesson. The rules are simple:
1. Send me an email (email@example.com) or comment to this post with a direct link to your favorite post that is informative. It can be something you wrote in the past, and should be informative and less than 500 words. (I won't be too particular about the word count)
2. You must be a follower via GFC (this will be checked)
I will select a winner and a runner-up and they will both receive buttons to place on their blogs to brag about being the winner of the Blue Ribbon Blog Award for Winter 2011! I will also post the actual the winning entry along with a bio of the winner. The results will also be posted via Twitter and BlogFrog for maximum exposure. This is a great way to get some recognition for your blog!
I am looking forward to reading all the great entries!!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Do you see the iPad? Next to you will see a cup. This cup is probably the biggest cup we own. It's HUGE. It has to hold at least 44 ounces of liquid. For some reason Hubby thought he would drink this entire cup of water during the night so he left it on the nightstand. This weekend he was changing his clothes and he heard Little Buddy crying behind him. He turned around and Little Buddy was holding this cup with all 44 ounces of water and directly underneath Little Buddy was Daddy's $900 iPad. To his credit, the reason Little Buddy was crying is that he had already spilled just a teensy bit of the water on the iPad and he doesn't like a mess. He wanted someone to wipe up his mess. His little lip was quivering and it would have been very cute, but as his body started to shake with his tears, the water from the cup started sloshing around. Daddy lunged at Little Buddy just in time to save his iPad from getting a very wet bath.
Still, I'm encouraged that he didn't dump the whole thing and laugh. Right??
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
1. Making Hubby's favorite meal (chicken and spinach lasagna from scratch)
2. Making cupcakes to use for singing Happy Birthday so that the kids could help blow out the candles
3. Making fossil handprint ornaments as a gift for Daddy
Although the lasagna is a bit labor-intensive, I thought this sounded totally a totally reasonable plan. I will admit that I'm not the best cook ever. In fact, I take no offense when Hubby makes fun of my cooking because I'm bad. Very bad. However, he does love my chicken lasagna. I planned to have Munchkin Girl help me with the baking. I started everything at 3:30.
By about 5:30 (two hours after I started) this is how my kitchen looked and I was beginning to think I had taken on too much:
Dishes littered the counters. Food was everywhere. Munchking Girl lost interest about thirty minutes in, so the the kids were tackling each other and crying in the other room. I still didn't have a complete meal, cupcake, or ornament. I was beginning to worry that it would be 8:00 before we were ready for our birthday celebration.
This got me to wonder, how on EARTH did my Grandma do this every day??? Back in the 50s, I know they made meals from scratch every single day and usually dessert as well. I've wondered this before, but seriously. I'm super glad this is a Sunday activity that I don't do often.
I persevered and pretty soon everything came together. Munchkin Girl started working on the ornaments:
The cupcakes and lasagna were finally done and the birthday cupcake was ready:
The fossils even turned out pretty well and I made a few extras for Christmas presents. All in all, it turned out well, but yet again, I'm soooo happy to be a Modern Mommy with a microwave and plenty of pre-made meals options.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
I don't normally feel this kind of stress. I have come to terms with the fact that I do have to work because right now Hubby doesn't make nearly enough as a resident for us to cover all of our bills. It doesn't bother me at all that I have to work because I do actually like working and I enjoy never having to fight about money. Mostly, I enjoy it because I had everything worked out and it was going well. The nanny was happy with her schedule, the kids were in a routine, and I was making everything work. Now I'm going to have a new boss, I'm going to be gone more, and I'll probably make less money. How is it that I can be working hard, selling plenty of equipment, and suddenly BAM!! Everything has to change and I don't get a choice.
All that being said, I am currently enjoying a four day weekend from work. We spent the morning decorating the house for Christmas and at one point during the decorating, I looked around my house. I was suddenly filled with the feeling of pure happiness. The house looked so warm with all the lights and stockings, the kids were dancing to Christmas Carols, and I suddenly thought, "You don't own me! You don't control my happiness!! I control my happiness!"
I admit this probably sounds a tad melodramatic, but once that hit me, I felt free. Now the kids are napping and I'm enjoying the quiet house while I drink some hot tea. I know I'll be able to get through whatever comes because I do have choices in life and I choose to be happy with what I have. See? How could this NOT make me happy??
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
At first when Little Buddy was young I didn't think he was going to be that wild. He was very calm at first and I thought he was going to be very easy and laid-back. I was wrong. Very wrong.
As it's been getting colder outside, I've been scouring the blogs for things to keep kids busy. We found several great ideas and at first, things were going well. Munchkin Girl was enjoying our monster project. I put construction paper on the outside of a paper coffee cup and the plan was to glue on eyeballs, nose, etc to make a monster.
She was really having fun until Little Buddy came over to inspect. I gave him a monster too, and to his credit he did glue on a nose. His interest in the project lasted approximately 10 seconds. Then he tore off the construction paper and started using the coffee cup as a microphone. He let Munhckin Girl have a turn too and they were yelling, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Shortly after that, the craft became fun inside his truck
Moving on. Next we tried some sensory learning. At first, everything was very peaceful and I was patting myself on the back. I put noodles, fluff balls, etc. in the cardboard box and they got to pour and play with things.
Little Buddy started getting a little wild so I moved the project to the floor. Still, things went very well for a few minutes
I went to the pantry to get out some things to start dinner. When I turned around, I was greeted with this
The whole box emptied out on the floor. They had started on the next box too but I was able to prevent that at least.
The good news is that I'm always entertained. Life is never boring with Little Bull-dozer. I mean Little Buddy. And we did have a few successful projects too
Monday, November 21, 2011
When my kids had the stomach flu earlier this year, my doctor advised us to use something with Zinc and Butt Paste does have plenty of Zinc! I have found that truly this works best for diaper rash and since I do believe in this so strongly, I wrote away to the nice folks who make Butt Paste, and they kindly offered a nice giveaway to my readers! Here is what you'll get:
1- Boudreaux's Butt Paste
1- All Natural Boudreaux's Butt Paste
1- ALL NEW Maximum Strength Boudreaux's Butt Paste
1- Boudreaux's Baby Kisses Lip Balm
1- Boudreaux's Body Wash & Shampoo
You must be from the US or Canda to participate. They will send the prize directly to you. In order to enter, you must be a follower of this blog via GFC (Google Friend Connect) AND leave a comment on this post so that I can notify the winner via email. The winner will be announced one week from today, on Monday, November 28th. The winner will be selected using Random.org and the entries will be numbered in order of the comments placed on this post.
They also sent me all of these products to try and I really like the Body Wash, especially when a diaper rash starts, this seems to nip it right in the bud. Also, I'm glad they have a new extra strength for the next time my kiddos get the stomach flu.
Lastly, they have a blog and Facebook page, so be sure to check those out too if you have time...Good Luck!!
Sunday, November 20, 2011
I lived in France in college but after two kids, two dogs, Medical School and Residency, sometimes it feels so long ago that I can barely remember it. However, my three year old found my old journal from France in a box in the basement and has been carrying it around ever since.
I opened it up and was amazed at how much I'd forgotten and how easy life was back then. You would think it would've been hard. I lived with a family that didn't speak a word of English, my bathroom at my host parents house was OUTSIDE so I had to trudge through gravel in the middle of the night if I wanted to pee, and I didn't know a soul when I moved there. Yet, it was so fun and so incredibly easy. For example, look at my financial worries.
This particuluar weekend in February of 2001, I did nothing on Saturday except spent a large amount of monthly budget (Francs back then) at the Irish Pub, then I didn't spend a single penny on Sunday...I'm pretty sure that was the day I stayed in bed all day reading Thornbirds.
This is another one of my favorite pages:
In case you can't read this, my host parents served fish one night then left it in the fridge. I found it the next morning and it's spiky teeth really freaked me out! It's fun to look back on the days when I had zero responsibility. I floated through life looking for fun things to do and interesting people to meet. Now, I'm responsible for this:
On the other hand, I guess life was pretty bland without kids, a husband, and a house to take care of. The days I spent in France laying in bed reading a book while it rained seem pretty boring compared to my rainy days now:
Wrestling is a fun way to pass our rainy days now. Munchkin Girl won that round, but Little Buddy is starting to be able to figure out how to beat his Big Sister. And that's when the fun will really begin.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Of course I wasn't proud of my behavior and I tried to hide it. I wanted to be one of those laid-back mothers whose husband's brag about how easy-going their wives are. In an attempt to hide my crazy, when strangers would hold the baby's hand, I would wait until they walked away before I cursed them and slathered my newborn's hand in Purrell. Why do strangers think it's okay to touch a baby's fingers anyway? Of course those fingers are going straight into a newborn's mouth, don't they get that??
By the time Little Buddy was born I had calmed down a lot. For example once, when he was tiny we were sitting on the back patio with just our little family. My husband yelled over to me that Little Buddy needed a pacifier. I threw it over to them and it landed on the cement before Little Buddy plucked it into his mouth. I didn't bat an eye.
My husband looked at me, raised his eyebrow and said, "Wow, you've changed. A lot."
I'm actually proud of how far I've come. I've basically been living by the 5 second rule. Every kid knows the 5 second rule. When you drop something, as long as it's not on the floor for longer than 5 seconds it's safe, right? I guess even when I write it, it sounds wrong, but we all want to believe it don't we? I've seen parents pick pacifiers up right off the floor of the grocery store and put it back into a baby's mouth. Clearly they believe in the 5 second rule. Unfortunately an Article on MSNBC came out last week that researched the theory and it turns out it's bogus. Germs jump to crackers and pacifiers right away. It doesn't take them 5 seconds to migrate. Bummer. I guess I'll have to go back to being crazy again. My husband will so sad.
Until now. An Article on MSNBC came out last week that discusses the 5 minute rule.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Little Buddy often finds a way to break the toys anyway. I can't tell you how much time they've spent with this toy. First they take it apart. Then they beg me to put it back together, then they play with it for awhile, then they break it again and the cycle starts over.
Every night all they want to do is wrestle and jump on the couch cushions.
They find ways to spend their time in unique ways. This rock collection took a long time to assemble.
They spent an hour one night trying to catch leaves falling from the trees. Again, a free activity and very heart-warming.
Okay, it's time for me to come clean. Of course I'm going to get them presents. Sheesh what kind of Mom do you think I am? They love getting presents and I have to admit that I do love seeing them figure out a new toy. The toy on the top photo has held up well over months and months of abuse from the kids and it does keep them very busy. We won't stop wrestling or catching leaves, but I think Little Buddy really does need a ball pit. Right??
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
- Fetch: What better game for a rowdy 18 month old boy than fetch? You sit in one room, get him all excited about playing with the ball, and then throw it in the other room and have him go find it. I find this provides lots of fun and lots of exercise.
- Wrestling: There is no better way to bond with your kids than to get on the floor and wrestle with them. They love to be picked up, thrown around, and most of all they love to climb all over you. It’s a wonderful way to burn some energy after dinner. • Sit: I find that my kids absolutely love Simon Says. I tell them to
- Sit. They do. I tell them to touch their noses. They do. I tell them to jump and down. They do! What a great way to help them with their attention span and get them off the couch.
I love my kids and I love my dogs and I love them even more when they’ve both had plenty of time to burn up all that excess energy!!
Monday, November 14, 2011
As most of you saw in my last post, I'm very challened in the craft department. However, I'm scrappy and determined that I'm going to figure this out. I have enlisted the help of Susan Case, who is a fellow blogger and has her Masters in Family and Child Development. She is the author of a wonderful book called Kindergarten: Tattle-tales, Tools, Tactics, Triumphs, and Tasty Treats for Teachers and Parents and taught Kindergarten for many years and I'm so thrilled to have her help! We did a quick interview:
“Susan, why are crafts so important? Do my kids really need to do crafts since I'm not creative and struggle to come up with ideas?”
"Research supports the fact that children develop their learning
capabilities in the first five years of life. The more neuron
connections formed, the better a child’s ability to learn new
information will be in the future. Making crafts together is part of
play and fosters many skills such as:
capabilities in the first five years of life. The more neuron
connections formed, the better a child’s ability to learn new
information will be in the future. Making crafts together is part of
play and fosters many skills such as:
- Creativity and imagination
- Sensory integration: Children love learning using the five senses
- Fine Motor by picking up objects, cutting, pasting
- Self-Esteem: Earning praise for accomplishments
- Self-Confidence—harder tasks in future will be tried and accomplished
- Thinking/Cognitive skills
- Language: Express what you are doing and encourage children to talk about the experience and their feelings
- Following directions in sequence develops math skills
- Reading skills: Read what is printed on craft containers as you run your finger under the words going left to right
- Writing: Let children see you write a list of supplies needed
- Reading/Writing Connection: Children can cross words off list when supplies are acquired
- Bonding: Spending quality time with your children instills trust that they are important to you and loved."
“Okay, but I don't even know where to begin. If a mom is intimidated like I am, what are some standard items they need to get from the craft store?”
"Basic Craft Supplies:
- Glue gun —only to be used by an adult. Remember to unplug it when not using and to glue over newspaper. Glue is hot but can be peeled off surface when dry.
- Glue—liquid and sticks of glue
- Paints –washable
- Brushes—inexpensive and various sizes
- Markers –washable
- Crayons– inexpensive is fine because children like to break them
- String or yarn
- Colored and Manila paper—can be purchased at the best prices right before school starts
- Fiskar scissors are a good brand —fit children’s hands and are not sharp but will cut paper
- Adult scissors
- Craft sticks—“tongue depressors” come in different sizes and colors or buy plain and let children paint or an adult can spray paint
- Fuzzy sticks (used to be called “pipe cleaners”)
- Cheap plastic tablecloth to protect table or use old newspapers
"Okay, Susan, give me something easy to try first. Do you have anything related to Thanksgiving that we could do to start?"
A Thanksgiving Tradition: The Thankful Turkey
Let your children help you decorate a container to put notes
or drawings in of Thankful Things:
This jar is a plastic nut container. You can use paper or
cardboard for the lid if you don’t want to cut a hole into a plastic
lid. The children can glue eyes, beak, and feathers on the jar to
make a look like a turkey. You can cut feathers out of colored
paper if you don’t have real feathers.
Help your children write or draw pictures of things they are
thankful for then help them read the notes on Thanksgiving Day.
Encourage the whole family to participate.
Linking Learning to Crafts:
· Promoting the reading/writing connection
· Expressing gratitude
· Creating a family tradition
My Thanksgiving Challenge—Be Thankful for Books
My challenge to moms is to read a book a month for yourself. We
are fortunate to live in a world of technology and it is tempting to
spend hours blogging, tweeting, texting, and surfing. I love
meeting friends and learning by connecting to people all over the
world with similar interests. But children follow your example. Do
they see you reading books? Or do they see you reading the
printed word on Kindles and Nooks? Do you read books to your
children every night?
I guarantee that reading to your child is one of the most
important developmental advantages you can give children.
Snuggling while reading provides security, consistency in bedtime
routine, bonding, and learning about our fascinating world. Your
children will grow up quickly. What do you want them to remember
about the time they spent with you? What feelings do you want
them to have about reading?
Yes, continue with crafts! Creativity will be lost if we don’t pull
children away from technological gadgets, but please remember to
be thankful for books.
Thanks Susan!!! Okay, back to me. First things first. Of course we had to play with the feathers right after we got them out of the bag:
"Hold still Little Buddy...tickle tickle," Munchkin Girl instructed.
Then we got down to business. Yes, the kids are in their pajamas and Munchkin Girl is wearing a stocking hat. It's her latest obsession. She wears it everywhere, including her bed.
Susan advised me to use a clear jar, but I didn't have one so I looked around my house for something else to use. I selected an empty coffee jar from Trader Joes. I covered it in brown construction paper, using tape.
Most people would probably do this project at the table. Not us! We chose the floor because Little Buddy likes to plop down in my lap and I think it's fun to have him there. See his little feet? I'm sitting cross-legged and he's in my lap. Anyway, I laid out a strip of blue contstruction paper with glue and let them glue on the feathers.
Then we glued on the eyes and beak. Munchkin Girl held the eyes on until the glue dried:
We did two strips with feathers and voila!! We had a finished turkey!!
It ain't pretty but we had a lot of fun! And like Susan said, I truly am thankful for books. Real books that make me think and get me out of Mom and work mode for a short period. I read every night before bed, so in the spirit of being a good role model with real books, I will start posting what I'm currently reading. I'm in a Book Club so we read a lot.
Thanks so much to Susan for her help and encouragement on this project. I'm looking forward to more fun things.
PS...Don't forget, Susan's book about Kindergarten Basics might make a great Christmas present to Moms or even better, for grade-school teachers!
You can also visit Susan at her blog at Kindergarten for Teachers and Parents.