So I thought that the transition from being pregnant to having a newborn would be much easier then this. However I forgot that I have 2 older children that need me a lot and have lots of activities.
I call this transition, the point where I go from being a mom to a 6 and 5 year old to being a mom to a newborn, then a mom to a 5 and 6 year old. I put it this way because my priority right now has to be Tate, then Koda then Teighan. Although T is my most sensitive child, I think this new baby has hit K much harder then T. My priority the past few months has been T, with helping with school and reading, but now he is truckin on, all by himself so he is ok. Still needs me to look over his reading sometimes he misses words or doesnt read them right, but for the most part he is ok.
K needs me right now, which is really hard because T3 takes a lot of my time. K is very mopy and sad. If I cry(because I am stressed or because Tate hasnt been eating well...another blog) she cries hysterically and I cant get her to settle. The first night I read them stories after T3 was born, I cried and then they cried. It was a crying fest. It is much harder then I thought. Since Sean has been travelling since K was 6mo old, its basically always been me solo, and them. We had our routine, everynight same thing, baths, stories, bed. Now Im lucky if I get upstairs for bath and bed(myself).
T3 is doing well, not really gaining weight and not nursing well(even though there is plenty of milk) so this has been an issue for me. I am now supplementing pumped milk, but I am nursing, pumping, feeding, nursing, pumping, feeding......
Thank goodness Sean is still home to help out I dont know what will happen on Monday when he goes back to work, then on the 24 is his first trip, 6 days...Everyone says I will fall right back into my routine, and I probably will, I am just nervous.
I am the type of mom(unfortuantely) that beats herself up if she doesnt do the best for her kids all the time. If I dont spend enough time with each of them, or read to them, or help with homework, or make lunch...I will have a heartattack, from focusing so much on them(or others) then myself. I need to allow myself to slip, and fall sometimes.
I am lucky to have a great pediatrician who reminds me of this. Who reminded me that if TnT watch a little too much TV, or eat a little unhealthy, or go to bed without a bath they will live. I gave them 100% attention the first year although K had to share with T and now both TnT have to share with T3...and I have to learn how to divide my time, and still have my sanity.
So transition has been much harder then I thought, when people ask me if Im happy not to be pregnant anymore, I answer NO. I enjoyed being pregnant, if I didnt have csections, I would have more...who knows, maybe there will be a T4 :)
Being pregnant I still could do my routine, now I just have to figure out a new one, maybe K gets to school really early, or a few minutes late, its only a few more weeks. Maybe T has to become more self relient and walk to and from the bus stop by himself some mornings. Maybe T3 has to wait a little longer to nurse or earlier...I dunno.
All I do know is I am blessed to have 3 healthy children, lucky to have a wonderful, loving, helpful husband, and its ok if my house is messy, and my hair not perfect as long as we are all happy!
Now to get in some me time...0;)
my sweet peach
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Breastfeeding sucks...literally!
So most of you that know me, know I breastfed both my children and now plan on doing so with Tate. I had set backs with Teighan, and Takoda and now with Tate as well. With Teighan I ended up with Mastitis, and Yeast and he got thrush, it was painful but I was determined and we got through it, he nursed for 10 months until I found out we were pregnant with Takoda. Takoda made my nipples sore and cracked, but we got through it too. She nursed till 15 months, only. She never took a bottle, neither did Teighan.
Tate has now lost a pound. Which adds up to 20% of his birth weight. However if you look into this, babys of csection mothers tend to take on some of the iv fluids and may weigh more then actually are supposed to. Anyway, he isnt nusring correctly, my nipples are sore, but I am making plenty of milk. Sean is giving him a bottle(which I hate only cause it makes me feel like I am not doing something right) but he is slow on the bottle too...
He is a lazy boy, he sleeps a lot and that is probably because right now his bilirubin levels are high too. But he is peeing and pooping and seems somewhat satisfied.
Anyway, I am still sore, and frusterated and pumping and frusterated and sore....so I called lactation and made an appointment. The LC called me back and we talked for a while, after she had told me about a website called hands on pumping. So I pulled up the video on google and watched it. Teighan decided he wanted to watch it with me. They are so curious, I suppose to some mothers this is weird, but for me its just natural, boobs were made to make milk and for babies to eat, first place, second place for sexual stuff(but he doesnt know about that yet). Anyway he decided to watch it with me, and decided it was really important for me to do what they were telling me to do so that I can make enough milk for Tate. He also told me I needed to buy a white thing to put over my boobies so that I can use my hands and make more milk. Then he asked me how I make milk and I tried to explain that, but if you are interested in watching the video...as I thought about it...thinking this is probably not appropiate for him to be watching, but I have nursed in front of him with Koda(he probably doesnt remember) and now with Tate. I have also pumped, our house is small, and I have no special place to go, plus with the csection I stay on one level all day, so that is the downstairs so I can eat too!
So my son of 6 years will be schooled in breastfeeding...Opps. But he stays by my side and is so curious, should I tell him no, or just let this natural process be natural, its not like I am letting him watch people doing other things...but now adays...its on cartoons anyway.
Oh well, breastfeeding sucks, my kids will know more about boobs, and breastmilk, and babies poop and well, thats great!
lol
Tate has now lost a pound. Which adds up to 20% of his birth weight. However if you look into this, babys of csection mothers tend to take on some of the iv fluids and may weigh more then actually are supposed to. Anyway, he isnt nusring correctly, my nipples are sore, but I am making plenty of milk. Sean is giving him a bottle(which I hate only cause it makes me feel like I am not doing something right) but he is slow on the bottle too...
He is a lazy boy, he sleeps a lot and that is probably because right now his bilirubin levels are high too. But he is peeing and pooping and seems somewhat satisfied.
Anyway, I am still sore, and frusterated and pumping and frusterated and sore....so I called lactation and made an appointment. The LC called me back and we talked for a while, after she had told me about a website called hands on pumping. So I pulled up the video on google and watched it. Teighan decided he wanted to watch it with me. They are so curious, I suppose to some mothers this is weird, but for me its just natural, boobs were made to make milk and for babies to eat, first place, second place for sexual stuff(but he doesnt know about that yet). Anyway he decided to watch it with me, and decided it was really important for me to do what they were telling me to do so that I can make enough milk for Tate. He also told me I needed to buy a white thing to put over my boobies so that I can use my hands and make more milk. Then he asked me how I make milk and I tried to explain that, but if you are interested in watching the video...as I thought about it...thinking this is probably not appropiate for him to be watching, but I have nursed in front of him with Koda(he probably doesnt remember) and now with Tate. I have also pumped, our house is small, and I have no special place to go, plus with the csection I stay on one level all day, so that is the downstairs so I can eat too!
So my son of 6 years will be schooled in breastfeeding...Opps. But he stays by my side and is so curious, should I tell him no, or just let this natural process be natural, its not like I am letting him watch people doing other things...but now adays...its on cartoons anyway.
Oh well, breastfeeding sucks, my kids will know more about boobs, and breastmilk, and babies poop and well, thats great!
lol
Saturday, April 14, 2012
A new baby, a blessing...
When we started this week, Monday April 9 we had a family of four. 2 boys, 2 girls...and one dog. Tuesday our lives changed as we embraced a new life into the world. Tuesday at 1106 am, Tate Declan MacDougall was born to Sean and Asheley MacDougall. Joining brother Teighan and sister Takoda.
Starting this journey was a bumpy road as I had a very rough first trimester bleeding for the first 13 weeks, and so sick with traditional morning sickness and my other GI issues. When I, we made it to 20 weeks I decided I did not want to find out the sex of our baby. It didn't really matter anyway since at home we had a boy and a girl. I just wanted to know that baby was healthy, after all my early complications. Baby was, so healthy and unphased by what was going on with me.
I know people have questioned this pregnancy, but for those of you who know me I truely wanted another baby, for a long time. If I hadn't had csections I would have more even now, and he is only 4 days old! Don't judge me. I am blessed to have a very amazing husband who really loves and gets me, also to be blessed to have the ability to have healthy and (I'm biased) beautiful children. We do good together, we make a good team, a sometimes lonely team but maybe that is what has made the journey that much sweeter.
So no this wasn't an oops baby, not a surprise, but an adventure planned with careful precision and skill if I may say so myself. God had his hands. In this work too! To not believe that is just, silly.
So anyway, What's in a Name? We had a list of names, like 10 or so for boys, maybe 7 for girls. So many ideas flying around in our heads, and with the surprise of the birth...waiting to see if we were having a boy or girl, names got less important at least in the delivery room, or operating room in our case.
We were asked not to bring anything except us and the camera, so silly us left our list of names in the car. We talked about a handful of names after he was born, the problem when you aren't sure what you are having is that your not sure what name to pick, we just wanted it to be a strong name either way boy or girl. It was hard don't get me wrong, a blessing and lovely surpirse when Sean announced he, was a boy! I loved that he got to say it and not the doctors, of course they asked us gave us that option.
Anyway, I digress. We at first decided Taggart. We had the name on our list and liked it, but it wasn't our number one. After we talked a lot, we decided that Tate fit him much better. So on Friday April 13, 2012 we called and texted and told our friends that we had originally told that his name is Tate.
Starting this journey was a bumpy road as I had a very rough first trimester bleeding for the first 13 weeks, and so sick with traditional morning sickness and my other GI issues. When I, we made it to 20 weeks I decided I did not want to find out the sex of our baby. It didn't really matter anyway since at home we had a boy and a girl. I just wanted to know that baby was healthy, after all my early complications. Baby was, so healthy and unphased by what was going on with me.
I know people have questioned this pregnancy, but for those of you who know me I truely wanted another baby, for a long time. If I hadn't had csections I would have more even now, and he is only 4 days old! Don't judge me. I am blessed to have a very amazing husband who really loves and gets me, also to be blessed to have the ability to have healthy and (I'm biased) beautiful children. We do good together, we make a good team, a sometimes lonely team but maybe that is what has made the journey that much sweeter.
So no this wasn't an oops baby, not a surprise, but an adventure planned with careful precision and skill if I may say so myself. God had his hands. In this work too! To not believe that is just, silly.
So anyway, What's in a Name? We had a list of names, like 10 or so for boys, maybe 7 for girls. So many ideas flying around in our heads, and with the surprise of the birth...waiting to see if we were having a boy or girl, names got less important at least in the delivery room, or operating room in our case.
We were asked not to bring anything except us and the camera, so silly us left our list of names in the car. We talked about a handful of names after he was born, the problem when you aren't sure what you are having is that your not sure what name to pick, we just wanted it to be a strong name either way boy or girl. It was hard don't get me wrong, a blessing and lovely surpirse when Sean announced he, was a boy! I loved that he got to say it and not the doctors, of course they asked us gave us that option.
Anyway, I digress. We at first decided Taggart. We had the name on our list and liked it, but it wasn't our number one. After we talked a lot, we decided that Tate fit him much better. So on Friday April 13, 2012 we called and texted and told our friends that we had originally told that his name is Tate.
If we were to go down this road once again, I think I would find out what I was having, only to save me a headache in the name game, as it is a very important and stressful part of the journey. What is in a Name, a rose that smells so sweet?
Mommy and baby are doing well, mommy is a little emotional, as to be expected I suppose...with not sleeping and up all night :) missing my role as primary care giver. A good friend told me to change my view, my outlook. Instead of thinking that I am missing out, think that I am giving in, to what is most important right now and taking care of myself and him, since Sean doesn't have the boobies...
I have a wonderful and amazing husband, who else would help their wife wash after a csection, and help wash their private areas? I suppose there are a few of us lucky ones and I am blessed to be one :)
So I'm not sure how much I will be blogging now, I am super busy and am not sleeping, but I will check in from time to time...have to update Tate's growth and Sean's antics as he had me laughing, yes laughing so hard last night for nothing. I was crying begging him to leave to stop cause it really really hurts! But at least we can still laugh together, at each other and with each other.
Hugs, love and kisses from now a family of 5 :)
Monday, April 2, 2012
No, means what exactly?
So I say NO, NO, NO, NO. I read the other day an article about what words moms shouldnt say. Besides the obvious 4 letter ones, there was Hate, Stupid, Gay, a couple others I cant remember and NO. No really? We cant say NO, they what do we say? Yes? "Mommy can I play with the electrical socket?" "Why Yes dear, go right ahead..."
I am all for trying to let our kids grow in a world where they learn right from wrong by doing, but really NO is a word we shouldnt say now?
I say NO probably over 1000x in a day, which sucks. I hate, opps...dont like saying NO. It doesnt sink in, and they dont understand what No means.
No, you cant take that toy outside, No you cant have ice cream for breakfast, NO I am not buying sugar cereal(I know Im a mean mom), NO, NO, NO!!!!!
I want to say why dont you be the mom and I be the child? You can tell me no, No mom I dont want to, No mom Im busy, NO mom I wont eat that. I hear it, I understand it. I remember, uh she said NO, she didnt like spinach so I wont serve it again. But when I say NO, to the same question for the 1000th time, when does No sink in?
Is there another world instead of NO, another way to make the NO reason sink in? I am not a mean mom, we just cant buy everything they see...and so once again I am forced to say NO...but I want so badly to say YES.
Yesterday we were in the grocery store, after our trip to target and whole foods. In target a few 'I wants' were asked, I had to say no. I want this candy, NO, I want this easter basket(we already have 2) so NO, can I buy this its only 4.65...NO. I try to explain why, but before I can say because it is off to a new want or NEED.
The thing is I am not sure I had half the things my kids do and I was only 1. I definately had my share of stuff dont get me wrong, but mine have 2 of each(most things) if he gets a bean bag chair, she has to have one...its not my mentality but my mom always buys in 2.
Now with baby 3 on the way, will we become in 3s? Teighan wants a paddleboard, do I end up buying 3? How do you reinforce that there are times it is for Koda, times things are for Teighan and now going to be times just for the baby?
Yesterday before our excursion we were at soccer, and Teighan expected a snack(he is not on the team he is the brother of a player on the team). When he didnt get something he got extremely upset. I try and try to explain that sometimes things are just for her, but it doesnt sink in.
Back to the grocery store, we were in the cereal isle, they want so badly to buy the sugar cereal(lucky charms, cookie crisp...) I again am not a mean mom. I have bought these, and I have thrown a whole box away. I learned my lesson, you dont like them, and I hate, opps...dont like cereal at all. So No, the NO's were flying like a drunkin sailor shouts out profanity...I even left, my cart and all right there and decided to leave the grocery store. Of course we had breakfast today, so I caved and went back in to get the groceries we needed...
When is enough enough? I went to bed last night so upset with them and myself, trying to reason with a 5 and 6 year old isnt working. Only causes me much unnecessary stress, but shouldnt NO be enough?
I am all for trying to let our kids grow in a world where they learn right from wrong by doing, but really NO is a word we shouldnt say now?
I say NO probably over 1000x in a day, which sucks. I hate, opps...dont like saying NO. It doesnt sink in, and they dont understand what No means.
No, you cant take that toy outside, No you cant have ice cream for breakfast, NO I am not buying sugar cereal(I know Im a mean mom), NO, NO, NO!!!!!
I want to say why dont you be the mom and I be the child? You can tell me no, No mom I dont want to, No mom Im busy, NO mom I wont eat that. I hear it, I understand it. I remember, uh she said NO, she didnt like spinach so I wont serve it again. But when I say NO, to the same question for the 1000th time, when does No sink in?
Is there another world instead of NO, another way to make the NO reason sink in? I am not a mean mom, we just cant buy everything they see...and so once again I am forced to say NO...but I want so badly to say YES.
Yesterday we were in the grocery store, after our trip to target and whole foods. In target a few 'I wants' were asked, I had to say no. I want this candy, NO, I want this easter basket(we already have 2) so NO, can I buy this its only 4.65...NO. I try to explain why, but before I can say because it is off to a new want or NEED.
The thing is I am not sure I had half the things my kids do and I was only 1. I definately had my share of stuff dont get me wrong, but mine have 2 of each(most things) if he gets a bean bag chair, she has to have one...its not my mentality but my mom always buys in 2.
Now with baby 3 on the way, will we become in 3s? Teighan wants a paddleboard, do I end up buying 3? How do you reinforce that there are times it is for Koda, times things are for Teighan and now going to be times just for the baby?
Yesterday before our excursion we were at soccer, and Teighan expected a snack(he is not on the team he is the brother of a player on the team). When he didnt get something he got extremely upset. I try and try to explain that sometimes things are just for her, but it doesnt sink in.
Back to the grocery store, we were in the cereal isle, they want so badly to buy the sugar cereal(lucky charms, cookie crisp...) I again am not a mean mom. I have bought these, and I have thrown a whole box away. I learned my lesson, you dont like them, and I hate, opps...dont like cereal at all. So No, the NO's were flying like a drunkin sailor shouts out profanity...I even left, my cart and all right there and decided to leave the grocery store. Of course we had breakfast today, so I caved and went back in to get the groceries we needed...
When is enough enough? I went to bed last night so upset with them and myself, trying to reason with a 5 and 6 year old isnt working. Only causes me much unnecessary stress, but shouldnt NO be enough?
Monday, March 19, 2012
I love my husband...he makes me laugh
Usually I wouldnt post about my hubby, or any specifics...but this weekend was just too funny not to share. Of course kids in the mix make things even more interesting but I think sometimes we forget why we started this journey in the first place...
So Friday night, it was a long, and miserable day on my side. Kids were good, but my stress levels were high, plus having GI pain didnt make it fun. So when I am upset or in a mood I just usually grunt or groan to questions asked...He has deemed me the HULK, my nickname is ASHELEY SMASH...reminds me of another nickname deemed in college...but I digress. So when I get in a 'mood' he now says ASHELEY SMASH, which takes my mind off of the situation and I laugh, cause it is funny.
Friday night however I was in another place, ASHELEY-LAND, you must visit. It is the best place, there are no worries, no bills, people are naked, there is no pain, suffering and oh of course it is on the beach. Now I had never really thought much about my delusional fantisies, when I say 'Lets just move and we will worry about work later..." He however has made my ASHELEY-LAND into a real place. I didnt think what it would look like or who would be allowed in...but definately my immediate family, S, T, T and O, of course my neruotic dog would have to be there. Other then that I have a few...prime spots for people, but they would have to be happy-go-lucky...and open to anything and everything. I never really thought about the clothes either, but naked is good. It leaves no room for fighting about what designer brand you are wearing that day...loin cloths and 'booby covers' as my kids would say could be optional. Awesome weather everyday, perfect temperature for watersports. Oh and education would be key, so I would need to find a teacher, open to teaching outside, and about nature, and life...and of course the other stuff. Anyway, I digress.
As he was going on, about he wishes he could visit ASHELEY-LAND, about how wonderful and worryfree it is there, I was laughing. I laughed so hard I thought that baby3 was going to make an apperance. He said to me, this isnt really that funny, why are you laughing. I suppose because no one has ever made my crazy little mind a reality before, or just his matter of fact attitude as he was talking about my 'world'.
Anyway, yesterday he got me going again. We had to do some house shopping, groceries and what not. We went to target and we needed toilet paper. Well the 18 pack was on sale so we bought 2. Oh and we have 12 rolls at home. So after we check out, he says we will just push the cart down to whole foods. I said we couldnt because there is a device that disables the cart once it is taken outside. He didnt believe me, but there is. At Target Annapolis, Md they're carts are equiped with some special locking mechanisim...he saw the sign, we were laughing the whole time, because after all it is just a shopping cart! So we grabbed our toilet paper, and walked through the door. There was a lonely cart that made it 5 feet from the door, he had to, couldnt just walk by it. He had to test it out. I told him I tried, I tried hard, like really carts dont have brains...but he pushed, and pushed and that cart wouldnt budge. Then he said, we could just wheelie it, that might work...LOL
OK, toilet paper. As we are walking, we pass lots of people, it is Sunday evening after all, and people are out because it is a beautiful day. He is carrying 2 large 18 packs of toilet paper. I suppose he noticed people looking at him, or something triggered this next comment. "Man do you think people think we poop(he said a different word) a lot in our house"..."I would think that, if someone bought all this toilet paper, I bet the lady at the check out said to herself, man these people 'poop' alot. Why do they need so much toilet paper"...I had to stop walking I was laughing so hard.
So thats it! We poop a lot. My daughter uses half a roll for pee, none for poop...my son, who knows he is in there a half hour or more, I just leave it alone. Hubby...well I dunno either. If you remember my first post Im in and out as quick as I can...so not too much toilet paper. But everyone poops. Everyone stinks and everyone needs toilet paper!
So Friday night, it was a long, and miserable day on my side. Kids were good, but my stress levels were high, plus having GI pain didnt make it fun. So when I am upset or in a mood I just usually grunt or groan to questions asked...He has deemed me the HULK, my nickname is ASHELEY SMASH...reminds me of another nickname deemed in college...but I digress. So when I get in a 'mood' he now says ASHELEY SMASH, which takes my mind off of the situation and I laugh, cause it is funny.
Friday night however I was in another place, ASHELEY-LAND, you must visit. It is the best place, there are no worries, no bills, people are naked, there is no pain, suffering and oh of course it is on the beach. Now I had never really thought much about my delusional fantisies, when I say 'Lets just move and we will worry about work later..." He however has made my ASHELEY-LAND into a real place. I didnt think what it would look like or who would be allowed in...but definately my immediate family, S, T, T and O, of course my neruotic dog would have to be there. Other then that I have a few...prime spots for people, but they would have to be happy-go-lucky...and open to anything and everything. I never really thought about the clothes either, but naked is good. It leaves no room for fighting about what designer brand you are wearing that day...loin cloths and 'booby covers' as my kids would say could be optional. Awesome weather everyday, perfect temperature for watersports. Oh and education would be key, so I would need to find a teacher, open to teaching outside, and about nature, and life...and of course the other stuff. Anyway, I digress.
As he was going on, about he wishes he could visit ASHELEY-LAND, about how wonderful and worryfree it is there, I was laughing. I laughed so hard I thought that baby3 was going to make an apperance. He said to me, this isnt really that funny, why are you laughing. I suppose because no one has ever made my crazy little mind a reality before, or just his matter of fact attitude as he was talking about my 'world'.
Anyway, yesterday he got me going again. We had to do some house shopping, groceries and what not. We went to target and we needed toilet paper. Well the 18 pack was on sale so we bought 2. Oh and we have 12 rolls at home. So after we check out, he says we will just push the cart down to whole foods. I said we couldnt because there is a device that disables the cart once it is taken outside. He didnt believe me, but there is. At Target Annapolis, Md they're carts are equiped with some special locking mechanisim...he saw the sign, we were laughing the whole time, because after all it is just a shopping cart! So we grabbed our toilet paper, and walked through the door. There was a lonely cart that made it 5 feet from the door, he had to, couldnt just walk by it. He had to test it out. I told him I tried, I tried hard, like really carts dont have brains...but he pushed, and pushed and that cart wouldnt budge. Then he said, we could just wheelie it, that might work...LOL
OK, toilet paper. As we are walking, we pass lots of people, it is Sunday evening after all, and people are out because it is a beautiful day. He is carrying 2 large 18 packs of toilet paper. I suppose he noticed people looking at him, or something triggered this next comment. "Man do you think people think we poop(he said a different word) a lot in our house"..."I would think that, if someone bought all this toilet paper, I bet the lady at the check out said to herself, man these people 'poop' alot. Why do they need so much toilet paper"...I had to stop walking I was laughing so hard.
So thats it! We poop a lot. My daughter uses half a roll for pee, none for poop...my son, who knows he is in there a half hour or more, I just leave it alone. Hubby...well I dunno either. If you remember my first post Im in and out as quick as I can...so not too much toilet paper. But everyone poops. Everyone stinks and everyone needs toilet paper!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Guns...and other boy things
So a few weeks ago we were at target to pick up a few things. I remembered while we were there that my hubby's birthday was coming up soon and we should pick him up a card.
So there we stood, the 3 of us staring at the vast arrangement of birthday cards. Teighan is now reading so he could find the DADDY cards, and was looking through them. Takoda thinks she can read, and would bring me just any card and say this is the one. One was for Uncle, one was from the dog, and one was get well...so I let Teighan pick the card he read. Very simple one that said Happy Birthday to the Worlds Greatest Dad.
Takoda immediately threw a fit, "why cant I get him a card too?"
"Well you both can make something special from you to put with the card, ok?"
"Like what?", Teighan said
"Anything Daddy likes, you can draw him a picture or...(got cut off)
Teighan as loud as he could, MAKE HIM A GUN! Daddy likes guns, we could make him a gun.
"Or you could draw him a gun, I suppose"
No we will make him a gun, well, Im not sure really how to make him a gun, OH OH OH we can make him a sling shot.
Now Im thinking, are these people around me hearing this, will DFS becomeing to get me in a minute. Is it wrong to talk about guns? Wait did he say slingshot, how does he know about slingshots, does he know about the rubberband and 2 pencils...OH GOD.
Ok, well lets go.
So we leave target, get home and we are still on the gun and slingshot idea. Both kids go to their legos to start making guns, and they do, they make amazing gun prototypes with their legos.
Now Im not sure if I have mentioned this, but my son is the son of a cop, and so therefore he is obsessed with Cops, Firemen, military men all of that stuff. On the other hand he also really loves his comics, but most comic or super heros have a weapon.
You can not wear anything that resembles a weapon to schoool, you can not bring any toy that has a weapon or looks like a weapon to school, I wonder if he mentioned guns or slingshots at school if I would get a call home.
His 100day project(idea thought of with his Grandma) was 100 handcuffs safty pinned to his Dad's old Police work hat. To make handcuffs he put 2 key chain rings together. Looked pretty cool, but I did worry if he would get in trouble.(He didnt thank goodness)
He did take in a helicopter early in the school year, a helicopter. A transformer helicopter but we made sure the guns were off and it was in the helicopter mode not the robot or alien mode. It did have a trigger...I didnt think of this. When the trigger was pulled it made the blades on the helicopter go around. He DID get in trouble for this.
So how do you crush the dreams of a young boy, I just let him be. Look at what he brings into school, dont buy him superhero shirts unless they have NO WEAPONS on them and when we are at home, if he wants to play with the guns, or pretend to be a cop or robber...then I just let him be.
But do you remember the days of BIG DOG shirts or The 'Johnson' shirts...
So there we stood, the 3 of us staring at the vast arrangement of birthday cards. Teighan is now reading so he could find the DADDY cards, and was looking through them. Takoda thinks she can read, and would bring me just any card and say this is the one. One was for Uncle, one was from the dog, and one was get well...so I let Teighan pick the card he read. Very simple one that said Happy Birthday to the Worlds Greatest Dad.
Takoda immediately threw a fit, "why cant I get him a card too?"
"Well you both can make something special from you to put with the card, ok?"
"Like what?", Teighan said
"Anything Daddy likes, you can draw him a picture or...(got cut off)
Teighan as loud as he could, MAKE HIM A GUN! Daddy likes guns, we could make him a gun.
"Or you could draw him a gun, I suppose"
No we will make him a gun, well, Im not sure really how to make him a gun, OH OH OH we can make him a sling shot.
Now Im thinking, are these people around me hearing this, will DFS becomeing to get me in a minute. Is it wrong to talk about guns? Wait did he say slingshot, how does he know about slingshots, does he know about the rubberband and 2 pencils...OH GOD.
Ok, well lets go.
So we leave target, get home and we are still on the gun and slingshot idea. Both kids go to their legos to start making guns, and they do, they make amazing gun prototypes with their legos.
Now Im not sure if I have mentioned this, but my son is the son of a cop, and so therefore he is obsessed with Cops, Firemen, military men all of that stuff. On the other hand he also really loves his comics, but most comic or super heros have a weapon.
You can not wear anything that resembles a weapon to schoool, you can not bring any toy that has a weapon or looks like a weapon to school, I wonder if he mentioned guns or slingshots at school if I would get a call home.
His 100day project(idea thought of with his Grandma) was 100 handcuffs safty pinned to his Dad's old Police work hat. To make handcuffs he put 2 key chain rings together. Looked pretty cool, but I did worry if he would get in trouble.(He didnt thank goodness)
He did take in a helicopter early in the school year, a helicopter. A transformer helicopter but we made sure the guns were off and it was in the helicopter mode not the robot or alien mode. It did have a trigger...I didnt think of this. When the trigger was pulled it made the blades on the helicopter go around. He DID get in trouble for this.
So how do you crush the dreams of a young boy, I just let him be. Look at what he brings into school, dont buy him superhero shirts unless they have NO WEAPONS on them and when we are at home, if he wants to play with the guns, or pretend to be a cop or robber...then I just let him be.
But do you remember the days of BIG DOG shirts or The 'Johnson' shirts...
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentines Day 2012, girlfriends and babies...
So as my friends are getting roses, flowers, cards, gifts what have you, I am running around making sure my kids have their cards, gifts etc ready for their parties tomorrow. I am alos planning a nice dinner for the 12 hours that my husband will be home. Yes 12 hours, not 13 or 11 but 12 hours till the 24th...
So we woke up this morning, and the kids had a happy surprise of valentines, stickers and the cutest monkey I had ever seen. I had planned on getting up early to make heart shaped pancakes, but last night I had complany that wouldnt sleep in my bed.
I woke up at 12midnight to a child crying, then saying her leg hurt, most likely because she sleeps like a frog. So I said stretch your legs out. I feel back asleep until 2am...when she was head under the covers kicking the pillows awake. UGH! "Go to sleep now, or go back to your bed". 330am, child kicks all the covers off of me, I am freezing, she is sleeping, good. 420 am, she has moved so close to me I am almost falling off the bed, I push her over, 5am, I push her over, 630am(might as well get up, but Im exhausted) push her over. Finally 730 I pop up, frantic because we are usually up by 715 to get ready for school.
Go into Teighan's room, Im up mom, as his eyes are closed. Teighan get up your going to miss the bus, please get up! Ok mom, Im up...boy this sounds familiar(me). Meanwhile Takoda is up dressed and ready to take on the world(Hubby).
So we get up, make the bus, Success! Get her to school, Success! I had planned on volunteering today at T's school party, but wanted to catch a little nap before, but that got blasted out of the water by phone calls, and being a pregnant hungry woman.
SO at the party, one of the little girls in his class says "I like teighan", I want to call him "teigy"...ok. Then another little girl says to me, I konw where his ticklish spot is...are you Teighan's mom, wow, I want to sit by you. I like Teighan,(now these are from a few different girls, so excited). Teighan also says later in the car, "Mom I have 5 girlfriends, and C knows where my ticklish spot is...
Well where is it T(hoping its a decent answer), oh my neck mom, and its true, just like me he is super ticklish.
So we are working on our craft and one of the little girls has a new baby sister, and she brought in the picture, and I saw it and said how sweet she was. Then I said as I patted my medium size tummy, Teighan will have a new baby sister or brother soon. Oh lord, this opened a can of worms that I was not expecting...
One of the little boys said you have a baby in your belly? I say yes. Then the little girl asked me where babies come from, Oh god. The teacher has tuned out so I dont even have a back up, I say well...just as I was contemplating my words, the little boy sitting next to me says.
"well an egg grows in your belly, it just grows and grows and gets bigger"
I say 'Yep!!!"(thank goodness)
"Wait, another boy says, what about sunflower seeds? You need to eat a lot of sunflower seeds to have a baby grow in your belly"
Oh tbats good, Yes, lots of sunflower seeds.
"how does the baby come out?"
Uhhhhh....buzz, saved by the bell literaly!
Now see I am an honest person, sometimes too honest. I loved this conversation though. However with my own two, I explained it simply. Daddy and Mommy love each other and made a baby. They didnt ask any more and I didnt have to say any more. They feel baby kick, and see the pictures(sonograms) and are happy with what I have told them, but for next time, I will have to remember sunflower seeds and eggs!
So we woke up this morning, and the kids had a happy surprise of valentines, stickers and the cutest monkey I had ever seen. I had planned on getting up early to make heart shaped pancakes, but last night I had complany that wouldnt sleep in my bed.
I woke up at 12midnight to a child crying, then saying her leg hurt, most likely because she sleeps like a frog. So I said stretch your legs out. I feel back asleep until 2am...when she was head under the covers kicking the pillows awake. UGH! "Go to sleep now, or go back to your bed". 330am, child kicks all the covers off of me, I am freezing, she is sleeping, good. 420 am, she has moved so close to me I am almost falling off the bed, I push her over, 5am, I push her over, 630am(might as well get up, but Im exhausted) push her over. Finally 730 I pop up, frantic because we are usually up by 715 to get ready for school.
Go into Teighan's room, Im up mom, as his eyes are closed. Teighan get up your going to miss the bus, please get up! Ok mom, Im up...boy this sounds familiar(me). Meanwhile Takoda is up dressed and ready to take on the world(Hubby).
So we get up, make the bus, Success! Get her to school, Success! I had planned on volunteering today at T's school party, but wanted to catch a little nap before, but that got blasted out of the water by phone calls, and being a pregnant hungry woman.
SO at the party, one of the little girls in his class says "I like teighan", I want to call him "teigy"...ok. Then another little girl says to me, I konw where his ticklish spot is...are you Teighan's mom, wow, I want to sit by you. I like Teighan,(now these are from a few different girls, so excited). Teighan also says later in the car, "Mom I have 5 girlfriends, and C knows where my ticklish spot is...
Well where is it T(hoping its a decent answer), oh my neck mom, and its true, just like me he is super ticklish.
So we are working on our craft and one of the little girls has a new baby sister, and she brought in the picture, and I saw it and said how sweet she was. Then I said as I patted my medium size tummy, Teighan will have a new baby sister or brother soon. Oh lord, this opened a can of worms that I was not expecting...
One of the little boys said you have a baby in your belly? I say yes. Then the little girl asked me where babies come from, Oh god. The teacher has tuned out so I dont even have a back up, I say well...just as I was contemplating my words, the little boy sitting next to me says.
"well an egg grows in your belly, it just grows and grows and gets bigger"
I say 'Yep!!!"(thank goodness)
"Wait, another boy says, what about sunflower seeds? You need to eat a lot of sunflower seeds to have a baby grow in your belly"
Oh tbats good, Yes, lots of sunflower seeds.
"how does the baby come out?"
Uhhhhh....buzz, saved by the bell literaly!
Now see I am an honest person, sometimes too honest. I loved this conversation though. However with my own two, I explained it simply. Daddy and Mommy love each other and made a baby. They didnt ask any more and I didnt have to say any more. They feel baby kick, and see the pictures(sonograms) and are happy with what I have told them, but for next time, I will have to remember sunflower seeds and eggs!
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