Children are determined. I guess that's more polite than saying they're downright stubborn. It's funny to see the personality come out. John has quite the temper on him. Right now he is easily (oy, very easily) frustrated and screams out his feelings. Usually accompanied with tears. He wants to do what Sarah does, and be where she is. This is usually not welcomed by Sarah who doesn't want him touching "her" things.
Sarah is dealing with some fears and needs everything to be the same. I can't even change her bedsheet. Tonight, she had the pink sheet on. She noticed right away and wanted the white one back. I explained it needed to be washed and she could choose between the pink one and the white with flowers one. She chose the flowered one. But she could not settle. She came out and said she was scared. I stayed with her a few minutes and tried to leave but she panicked right away. She asked for the white sheet again, so I dug it out of the laundry basket and put it back on. I haven't seen or heard from her since.
It's been a crappy summer so far, weather wise. Today it rained pretty much all day, which meant we were kinda housebound. We squeezed in a walk between the rain drops but that was about it.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sarah
That girl is so funny. She looks at you with those big blue eyes and she's so serious when she talks.
Last night she kept getting out of bed. I warned her a couple of times and finally said "If you get out of bed again I will have to spank your bum." Well, she turned and stuck her little finger right in my face. "You no spank my bum! You be a big girl now!" I didn't know whether to laugh or salute. Then she said "I be a big girl now too." I left and didn't see her again until this morning.
Tonight I gave her a swat on her bum the first time she got out of bed. I put her back and told her again "If you get out again I will have to spank your bum". She looked at me. "Again?!?!" she asked in a disbelieving tone.
Wonder what she'll be like as a teenager......
Last night she kept getting out of bed. I warned her a couple of times and finally said "If you get out of bed again I will have to spank your bum." Well, she turned and stuck her little finger right in my face. "You no spank my bum! You be a big girl now!" I didn't know whether to laugh or salute. Then she said "I be a big girl now too." I left and didn't see her again until this morning.
Tonight I gave her a swat on her bum the first time she got out of bed. I put her back and told her again "If you get out again I will have to spank your bum". She looked at me. "Again?!?!" she asked in a disbelieving tone.
Wonder what she'll be like as a teenager......
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Just A Vent
Ugh. I don't know what is wrong with me. I feel so down and yucky. I don't know what I want to do or even what I want to eat. I want time away from everyone, but at the same time I don't really want that either. I'm frustrated. Maybe bored? I feel guilty about not doing enough activities with the kids like taking them to the zoo or the park but the days seem to be flying by so fast (and at the same time going soooo slow!)
I want to have all my pictures printed off and organized and then scrapbook them. I wish I had enough room that I could leave a table with all the stuff on it, out. Now I have to haul everything out of cupboards and get set up which just wastes time.
I'm off the diet too and dreading having to step on the scale tonight. But yesterday, James and I brought the exercise machine down to the basement so I'm going to start on that. At least it's something.
I felt so bad this morning. I took the kids to Walmart. Sarah had John in the stroller, I was looking at something when suddenly the stroller tipped over. I just saw this out of the corner of my eye. John hit the floor hard and started screaming. He put his teeth through his lip so was bleeding as well. I don't know whether Sarah did this on purpose or if this was an accident. A lady who witnessed this says Sarah was smiling behind me when I went to get John. Sigh.
Oh,well. That's enough complaining I guess. It's not making me feel any better, anyway.
A more cheerful post next time.
I want to have all my pictures printed off and organized and then scrapbook them. I wish I had enough room that I could leave a table with all the stuff on it, out. Now I have to haul everything out of cupboards and get set up which just wastes time.
I'm off the diet too and dreading having to step on the scale tonight. But yesterday, James and I brought the exercise machine down to the basement so I'm going to start on that. At least it's something.
I felt so bad this morning. I took the kids to Walmart. Sarah had John in the stroller, I was looking at something when suddenly the stroller tipped over. I just saw this out of the corner of my eye. John hit the floor hard and started screaming. He put his teeth through his lip so was bleeding as well. I don't know whether Sarah did this on purpose or if this was an accident. A lady who witnessed this says Sarah was smiling behind me when I went to get John. Sigh.
Oh,well. That's enough complaining I guess. It's not making me feel any better, anyway.
A more cheerful post next time.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Ernie
Sarah is just getting over a phase during which her Ernie doll had to come everywhere with her. Now it's okay if he stays home once in a while, and he did while Sarah went to the cottage. She was reunited with him tonight and gave him a big hug. She then proceeded to put him to bed in a basket and covered him with two pillow cases. Then she kissed him goodnight. It was so stinkin' sweet! When it was time for me to sing "Ik ga slapen" she wanted to sing it to Ernie first. So she got down and started to sing. Then she looked up at me and said "Ernie doesn't want to go to sleep. He wants to go downstairs with Mom." While I'm pretty gullible most of the time I did see through this one! I told her I'd take Ernie downstairs with me after. He's currently sleeping peacefully in the basket on the couch.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
This weekend was supposed to be kid free for us. John went to Mom and Dad's and Sarah to Mary's on Friday. The plan was that I could do some scrapbooking and relax but it didn't happen. John got sick so we took him to emerg where 4 hours later he was diagnosed with croup and an ear infection. Poor kid.
He hates medicine. Sarah would cheerfully drink a bottle of Tempra, but John..... well, you pretty much have to force it down. Same with the antibiotic he got. I've given it to him twice now and he cried pitifully each time. I need another arm or two just to get it down the hatch! I feel so bad for the kid and hope he doesn't hate me by the time we're done.
Sarah, however, is having a blast with Auntie and Uncle Ner. Let's hope everyone sleeps well tonight!
He hates medicine. Sarah would cheerfully drink a bottle of Tempra, but John..... well, you pretty much have to force it down. Same with the antibiotic he got. I've given it to him twice now and he cried pitifully each time. I need another arm or two just to get it down the hatch! I feel so bad for the kid and hope he doesn't hate me by the time we're done.
Sarah, however, is having a blast with Auntie and Uncle Ner. Let's hope everyone sleeps well tonight!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Potty Woes
Will I ever, ever, ever be able to use the washroom again without someone crying for me downstairs or following me? And heaven forbid if I lock the door!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Last Night
Last night we said goodbye to our pastor who is moving to plant a church in Florida. There was an open house in the evening which we foolishly decided to attend with the two hooligans. What followed is pretty much comedy material!
First of all our nice big stroller had a flat tire. James pumped it up but it didn't last at all. Kinda stupid to bring the big stroller because it was wall to wall people. My reasoning was that John was sure to fall asleep and he could lay down in the stroller. Yeah, right. And it was HOT in the building. Sarah had a fabulous time jumping around on the small stage with two other kids and her Ernie doll while I sat with John out of the way. James visited around, and we all sweated.
Then it was time for the presentation/formal part of the evening so we all moved into the sanctuary where it was blessedly cool. Sarah kinda crawled around and about two seconds before the program started a decidely pungent odour drifted my way. Of course I automatically blame John and sniff his butt. Nope. I then eye up Sarah fervently hoping she just "tooted" but no such luck. I hustle her off to the nursery and try to change her but she announces she's not finished. Great. I really want to watch this program. So I force the issue and tell her she can finish in the new diaper. Good. Compromise reached. I stand in the back of the sanctuary with Sarah several feet away and all is quiet. For about 10 seconds. John starts to whine. Mary, my sister in law gets up and we get the stroller to the back and rock him back and forth. However, John is tired of sitting in the stroller and announces his plight to the world. Loudly. So I take him into the lobby and let him scootch on the floor while I hover near the doors hoping to at least hear what's happening. But John cannot scootch quietly. Nope. He has to talk and scream while he's moving so the ushers close the doors. The stroller and I are now separated. I can't go in to get it because John will scream. John spots an open door leading to outside and scootches over as fast as he can. He doesn't like it when I stop him so I give him a cracker. This he likes. I hover by the doors again and can kind of hear something. I sigh as I spot Sarah marching to the doors. She wants a cracker. I tell her to go ahead but she needs me to come also. But I don't wanna. But I have to. So I pick up John again (he's about 28 pounds by the way!) and we go get a cracker. Back to the doors. I stare resentfully at the back of James' head, sending evil thoughts his way. How come he's in there and I'm out here with two kids? I thought we were in this parenting thing together! Sigh. We will "talk" later. By now it's about 2.5 hours past bedtime for John and about 2 hours for Sarah. John is pooped. Sarah is still going strong, Mama's eyes are starting to glaze over and James is sitting in the sanctuary WHERE I WANT TO BE!!!!
It's finally over and eventually we head to the car. John has peed through his diaper but I don't care. I just want to get home. The mosquitos are out in full force and decide to eat me for their bedtime snack. We quickly roll up the windows and head to the exit to go home when from the backseat comes "I FORGOT ERNIE!!!!" followed by tears. Now my eyes are really rolling. James wants to know what we should do. I give him the look of death and inform him that we have to go and find Ernie. James goes while I get in the driver's seat. I'm noticing some mosquitos in the car and look around to see that Sarah has opened her window all the way. I reach behind and roll it up as quick as I can while, in total exasperation and on the verge of completely losing my sanity, tell Sarah to keep the window closed. John is blessedly quiet. We watch James scurry back and forth in the church building looking for Ernie. It occurs to me that Ernie is probably in the women's washroom as he went with Sarah and Auntie. James gives up and comes to the car. We inform Sarah that Ernie is going to have a sleepover at the church. Thankfully she eventually accepts this on the way home. John is stripped and changed. Sarah wants stories. Nope, brush teeth, go to bed, all the other kids are going to bed too, and so are
Auntie and Uncle Ner. And Mama, hopefully.
At 10:05 the house is quiet and I crash. I don't think I moved until Sarah woke up!
Kinda funny now that I look back.
First of all our nice big stroller had a flat tire. James pumped it up but it didn't last at all. Kinda stupid to bring the big stroller because it was wall to wall people. My reasoning was that John was sure to fall asleep and he could lay down in the stroller. Yeah, right. And it was HOT in the building. Sarah had a fabulous time jumping around on the small stage with two other kids and her Ernie doll while I sat with John out of the way. James visited around, and we all sweated.
Then it was time for the presentation/formal part of the evening so we all moved into the sanctuary where it was blessedly cool. Sarah kinda crawled around and about two seconds before the program started a decidely pungent odour drifted my way. Of course I automatically blame John and sniff his butt. Nope. I then eye up Sarah fervently hoping she just "tooted" but no such luck. I hustle her off to the nursery and try to change her but she announces she's not finished. Great. I really want to watch this program. So I force the issue and tell her she can finish in the new diaper. Good. Compromise reached. I stand in the back of the sanctuary with Sarah several feet away and all is quiet. For about 10 seconds. John starts to whine. Mary, my sister in law gets up and we get the stroller to the back and rock him back and forth. However, John is tired of sitting in the stroller and announces his plight to the world. Loudly. So I take him into the lobby and let him scootch on the floor while I hover near the doors hoping to at least hear what's happening. But John cannot scootch quietly. Nope. He has to talk and scream while he's moving so the ushers close the doors. The stroller and I are now separated. I can't go in to get it because John will scream. John spots an open door leading to outside and scootches over as fast as he can. He doesn't like it when I stop him so I give him a cracker. This he likes. I hover by the doors again and can kind of hear something. I sigh as I spot Sarah marching to the doors. She wants a cracker. I tell her to go ahead but she needs me to come also. But I don't wanna. But I have to. So I pick up John again (he's about 28 pounds by the way!) and we go get a cracker. Back to the doors. I stare resentfully at the back of James' head, sending evil thoughts his way. How come he's in there and I'm out here with two kids? I thought we were in this parenting thing together! Sigh. We will "talk" later. By now it's about 2.5 hours past bedtime for John and about 2 hours for Sarah. John is pooped. Sarah is still going strong, Mama's eyes are starting to glaze over and James is sitting in the sanctuary WHERE I WANT TO BE!!!!
It's finally over and eventually we head to the car. John has peed through his diaper but I don't care. I just want to get home. The mosquitos are out in full force and decide to eat me for their bedtime snack. We quickly roll up the windows and head to the exit to go home when from the backseat comes "I FORGOT ERNIE!!!!" followed by tears. Now my eyes are really rolling. James wants to know what we should do. I give him the look of death and inform him that we have to go and find Ernie. James goes while I get in the driver's seat. I'm noticing some mosquitos in the car and look around to see that Sarah has opened her window all the way. I reach behind and roll it up as quick as I can while, in total exasperation and on the verge of completely losing my sanity, tell Sarah to keep the window closed. John is blessedly quiet. We watch James scurry back and forth in the church building looking for Ernie. It occurs to me that Ernie is probably in the women's washroom as he went with Sarah and Auntie. James gives up and comes to the car. We inform Sarah that Ernie is going to have a sleepover at the church. Thankfully she eventually accepts this on the way home. John is stripped and changed. Sarah wants stories. Nope, brush teeth, go to bed, all the other kids are going to bed too, and so are
Auntie and Uncle Ner. And Mama, hopefully.
At 10:05 the house is quiet and I crash. I don't think I moved until Sarah woke up!
Kinda funny now that I look back.
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