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Whoever said “Silence is golden”…
never knew a 3 year old who was supposed to be taking a nap.
Above: The “Silencers”
Below: Only part of Silent Non-napper’s artistic creation
If one looks closely - one can see little chunkies on those sweet fingers.
“Chunky what?” Nearly an entire jumbo tube of glue stick. Good times…. good times.
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My Lucy is on the right, and her friend “E” is on the left. “E” was born on the same day as Lucy, at the same hospital as Lucy… just rooms away. Our families didn’t know each other then, but now our girls go to preschool together. This picture was taken at their recent field trip to the local fire department. “E” has become a precious friend to Lucy. It’s important to have good friends - who have your back - even when you’re BOTH only 3…
![](http://www.jennyonthespot.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/dsc_00281-398x600.jpg "\\"E\\" and Lucy")
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My daughter is 3. She is not potty trained. But she tells us immediately after she’s peed in her diaper.
Yup. You know you envy me.
Yesterday, she was having a hard time going, #2. It was such hard work that she fell asleep while sitting at the kitchen table drinking apple juice - in hopes of making the task of “clearing the passage” a bit “smoother”.
When she woke up I suggested we move her to the potty and try there…
Continue reading ‘The Exciting Journey That Is: Potty Training’
ferrets. We had 2 ferrets before we had kids - Sport and Molly. Stinky animals - even though they were de-stinked. Anywho… We would find all sorts of treasures in and behind our couches, or tucked into the darkest recesses of our home. We had this one couch that had storage underneath - we’d find magazines and all sorts of surprises.
I wish I had taken pictures of the back of my van today. For a moment I though I may have given birth to a flock barrel litter business of ferrets (Of. Stinkin’. Course. The collective noun for ferrets is - business! Not. Kidding… Why would it be anything else?) I found pairs and part-pairs of shoes, wands, fossilized chicken nuggets, scraps of paper, sippy *blech* cups, crayons, crumbs and more crumbs, jackets, shirts, socks, soccer jersey, used straws, markers, fast food toys, hair clips…. a virtual restaurant, preschool, and clothing store on wheels. Golly, one would think my kids leave the car naked with all the clothes I found stuffed here and there…
And that is why I think children are like ferrets.
The end.
I read this post about my friend who… well… She was with her young kids, at a race track… with dirt… young kids… a race track… it was hot… Other mother’s children appeared to be behaving… THOSE mothers appeared to be enjoying their time at the race track with heat and dirt and children… I will not call them names, I will not call them names…
Has anyone ever been in that spot? You know, Every-other-mother-but-Me is smoothly negotiating the bends and curves of a public outing with her children. Jen’s story reminded me of a trip to the grocery store not-so-long-ago… like, last week.
Lucy, My Princess of Three (Reign of Terror)… Empress “Iwillnotbend”…. I digress. We were… In Public. Lucy decided she wanted to swim. In Public. To the check stand. I had a choice. Pretend I was the good mom The Public expects, OR know my devil daughter and choose my battles.
You wanna know what I did? I. Let. Her. Swim. Yes, on her belly, a few dozen agonizing feet to the check stand. Some bystanders were delighted, some ran to the bathroom to vomit and sanitize their hands because of all the disgusting floor germs my daughter was “swimming” through. I chose to focus on the delighted people. I was blessed that my checker was one of the delighted folk. I told her that I was choosing my battles and that the germs were of FAR LESS concern than what would happen if I tried to make Lucy please the germophobes. No one really knew that my choice was not only better for me and Lucy, but better for all products stored in glass within a one mile radius…
Of course, now she has developed a third head… BUT I think that was from the time I let her swim at the toxic waste facility we visited on that last preschool field trip. I think.
So, are Jen and I the only “bad moms” here? Hey You - You look a bit disheveled… I bet you have a story… Oh, and You - You just put on some lipstick - nice color! Work it. I know You have a good one… C’mon - misery LOVES company :) And You… Giiiiirl! Did You just get your nails done? I love the color you chose… was it mani-therapy??? I need mani-therapy, or pedi-therapy… I just told you why I need it… what’s your story?
It’s lunchtime. Again.
I don’t want to complain, but I need to whine. I am so tired of making lunch. anddinnerandbreakfastandsnackandlunchanddinnerandbreakfast andsnackandlunchanddinnerandsnack and dishes…. and crumbs…
Crying. There is wailing and gnashing of teeth in my humble filthy home. My home is a mess, but I look terrific! School is out and Miss Queen of All Threeness and Tyranny is sick. My oldest is sick too. The middle child sits whistling until she gets assaulted by her big bro who is not too sick to assault her. Super. I see you are turning green with envy.
Did I mention parent-teacher conferences are today? I had a place for the kids to go until the illnesses reared their feverish heads. NOW, because I WILL NOT reschedule my conference times (yes, back-to-back conferences)… I will drag all the sickness, the rage, the discontent, the very will of…. of…. Hell with me.
Pray for me. Pray for my community.
***meanwhile, the children are now contently muching on a healthy lunch of Cheez-Its… Maternally served by the 5 year-old… All three offspring are happily crunching orange, cheesy bits onto the couch and carpet… Cheez-Its must have some protein in them… yes???***
I know Easter is long gone now, but I just have to pass on this great idea - for next year. You may already know about this great idea, but just in case…
Hunting for eggs is never fair when more than one child is involved. You got your “egg-hoarder”, the “confused child”, your “laid-back” kid, maybe one kid who is not so quick out of the gate, and there is always the poor kid who is just “SOL”. Sorry, I cursed. But it’s true!
I went to a MOPS meeting last week, and heard this suggestion: assign colors.
That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Genius! Pure genius!
Maybe I love this idea because it exemplifies perfection - complete adult control! Aaaaaaand it worked for us on Sunday!
Each kid got a color. Each kid looked high and low for assigned color. The faster-finders helped the slower-finders, and it was quite heart-warming to watch the kids actually HELP each other instead of donning their full-body-tackle-gear in their desperate attempt to find as many eggs as possible.
After each child found their assigned color - they noticed 2 extra colors lying around - and each kid got to then find one more egg of each color… and again, by the end, the experienced hunters were creatively helping the strugglers find their extra eggs.
Win AND Win.
My Dearest Lucy Jean,
Look at you,3 and independent. “No, I do it Mama!” Girl, girl, girl… You are a hard worker, and most things you want to do “,by mysewf!” Well, unless it's something you don't want to do by yourself, then you just won't, or you will fight all the way trying not to do it.
Like a volcano, you are unpredictable. I think I know you. I make a decision based on that knowledge, and before I can take a breath you decided to be/do the opposite. Darlin', if there was anything “boring” or “predictable” left in my life - your adorable fire burned it all away. To ashes. Continue reading ‘My “Baby”’
Since I tend to sit in a “half-empty glass”, I really have to make an effort to see the brighter side. So, despite my title, here is an attempt to look at the brighter side of some of today’s suckier attributes.
The bright side: In the history of sucky-days - this will not make the top 10, nor the top million, not even close… Continue reading ‘“Today Really Sucks” by Jennifer Ingram’
I just have bits of things floating in my head. Some folks may think this fact clearly illuminates my need to be institutionalized, while others (in the medical community) would simply call them by the names my alternate personalities have given them - Eugenia, Felicia, Josephina Guadalupe Maria Carmen de la Cruz, Southern Bell, Tracy, Tina, Christi and Babs. Just kidding. See… random.
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