Not to get into too many details, but I've been doing a lot of goal setting recently. A lot of thinking forward. I was writing up sort of a reward chart for meeting my goals, and adding some positive comments for myself along the way.
I was surprised looking back when I finished the list that everything was "YOU". As in, "You are really doing it!" It's easier for me to say these things to someone else. In my head I was imagining what I would say to a friend. I wasn't talking to me.
Why aren't I that friend?
Why is it so hard to naturally write, "I am really doing it" instead?
I'm going to work on that.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Daddy hoves me.
No, this is not another chi*ld a*buse post. It's not shoves. This is Emma speak for Daddy Loves me.
Today when she was sitting in my office, I had the windows open, and she heard a manual transmission car and said, "Daddy home?" I explained that no, it was somebody elses car and Daddy was at work.
She sits in the recliner and says, "Daddy hoves me" I told her that he certainly did and she was a lucky little duck. She says, "Daddy hoves me". So now I'm wondering if I misunderstood her and she was trying to clarify. So I said, "Daddy loves you?" Her reply, and emphatic, "YESH" (I love love love love love how she says Yes. It's adorable). She sat there repeating "Daddy hoves me" over and over for at least 5 minutes. I finally called Dan and let him hear her. It made his day.
Later at naptime we were snuggling and getting ready to nurse and she looks lovingly at my bo*ob and says, "Nee nee hoves me" I said, yes, but Mommy makes nee nee and Mommy loves you. She said, "NO, no mommy. Nee nee hoves me."
Whatever.
Today when she was sitting in my office, I had the windows open, and she heard a manual transmission car and said, "Daddy home?" I explained that no, it was somebody elses car and Daddy was at work.
She sits in the recliner and says, "Daddy hoves me" I told her that he certainly did and she was a lucky little duck. She says, "Daddy hoves me". So now I'm wondering if I misunderstood her and she was trying to clarify. So I said, "Daddy loves you?" Her reply, and emphatic, "YESH" (I love love love love love how she says Yes. It's adorable). She sat there repeating "Daddy hoves me" over and over for at least 5 minutes. I finally called Dan and let him hear her. It made his day.
Later at naptime we were snuggling and getting ready to nurse and she looks lovingly at my bo*ob and says, "Nee nee hoves me" I said, yes, but Mommy makes nee nee and Mommy loves you. She said, "NO, no mommy. Nee nee hoves me."
Whatever.
They are coming to take me away...
Let me start this out with the disclaimer that I KNOW the topic I'm going to discuss is a very serious one. I understand why teachers are bound by law to report, and I am not making light of it. I'm making light of my daughter selling me out.
This evening Julia came to me to show me how ginormous this wart she has on her hand has gotten. We've been treating with every OTC med known to man, but it's just not going away.
Her doctor recommended filing it down a bit before the treatments to make sure the medication can penetrate the actual wart. Not ever having warts, I'm new to this long term treatment thing (3 months so far) and let me just say, so far, warts are getting close to lice in terms of the most annoying childhood issue.
Tonight, it was twice it's normal size. So before we did her treatment, I attempted to remove some of the top layer. Let's just say, Julia freaked the hell out. She has been like this since she was a child. Each Dr. Mommy event is turned into a hysterical, dramatic, traumatic episode that leaves us both exhausted. Seriously, pulling a little splinter from her hand can take 45 minutes of screaming, kicking and tears. OH THE TEARS! We're not even talking about the tiny little splinter that you can leave in or have to dig around to get out (which is something I would not attempt with Julia, because I would end up with two black eyes), I'm talking about a rather large, superficial chunk of wood that is protruding from the skin. The kind that is a little painful, but a 1 second removal makes it all better. Nuh uh. Not with Julia. I would rather eat glass than remove a splinter or the worst.... band aid a tiny scrape.
SO back to tonight. I know she was tired and that didn't help, but literally, the girls was climbing up her father to get away. I held her arms while Dan tried a little, and he held her in a restraint position while I tried a little. Keep in mind, Julia was telling us in between shrieks of terror that it didn't hurt, but it MIGHT. So, we were sure we were not causing her pain, she was scared of the potential of pain.
After 30 minutes of this torture, we got about 1/2 the top of the wart off, put the medicine on, got it bandaided up, declined the begging for ibuprofen (she said it didn't hurt, but what if it did during the night???) and had her cuddled in bed. I was rubbing lotion on the girls arms when I noticed three little marks in straight lines on her arm. I realized that it was probably from us holding her. She also had the same mark on her wrist where I held her hand so she couldn't jerk it away (which she was doing with the force of a pissy stallion).
I asked her if anything had happened to her arm and she said yeah, she thought she got it from playing outside. I said I thought it looked like from when I was holding her arm. By this point, it was already fading, so then I was certain that's what it was. She said "OH, so it's from when you grabbed me?" WHAT????????
I told her that at no time did I grab her, that it was from when I was holding her arms to keep her from yanking them away. She then says, "I don't know what it's from!"
So, to clarify, I said, "OK, say tomorrow that Mrs. W asks you what happened to your arm (which I might add, no longer had any visible marks) your answer is?"
"I fell from a tree?"
"NO, try again."
"I bumped my arm?"
"No, try again. Tell her what happened."
"My mom grabbed me."
"oh geez."
"Oh, Julia. Why did your mom grab you?" I said, continuing the pretend dialogue.
"I don't know, she was yanking me to her."
"oh geez" At this point Dan is laughing.
"Heather, most kids have to be coached in making something up to cover suspicious injuries, our kid needs to be coached in telling the truth."
"Ok, let's try this again Julia., 'what happened to your arm'
"my mom grabbed me."
"why?"
"I don't know!"
This evening Julia came to me to show me how ginormous this wart she has on her hand has gotten. We've been treating with every OTC med known to man, but it's just not going away.
Her doctor recommended filing it down a bit before the treatments to make sure the medication can penetrate the actual wart. Not ever having warts, I'm new to this long term treatment thing (3 months so far) and let me just say, so far, warts are getting close to lice in terms of the most annoying childhood issue.
Tonight, it was twice it's normal size. So before we did her treatment, I attempted to remove some of the top layer. Let's just say, Julia freaked the hell out. She has been like this since she was a child. Each Dr. Mommy event is turned into a hysterical, dramatic, traumatic episode that leaves us both exhausted. Seriously, pulling a little splinter from her hand can take 45 minutes of screaming, kicking and tears. OH THE TEARS! We're not even talking about the tiny little splinter that you can leave in or have to dig around to get out (which is something I would not attempt with Julia, because I would end up with two black eyes), I'm talking about a rather large, superficial chunk of wood that is protruding from the skin. The kind that is a little painful, but a 1 second removal makes it all better. Nuh uh. Not with Julia. I would rather eat glass than remove a splinter or the worst.... band aid a tiny scrape.
SO back to tonight. I know she was tired and that didn't help, but literally, the girls was climbing up her father to get away. I held her arms while Dan tried a little, and he held her in a restraint position while I tried a little. Keep in mind, Julia was telling us in between shrieks of terror that it didn't hurt, but it MIGHT. So, we were sure we were not causing her pain, she was scared of the potential of pain.
After 30 minutes of this torture, we got about 1/2 the top of the wart off, put the medicine on, got it bandaided up, declined the begging for ibuprofen (she said it didn't hurt, but what if it did during the night???) and had her cuddled in bed. I was rubbing lotion on the girls arms when I noticed three little marks in straight lines on her arm. I realized that it was probably from us holding her. She also had the same mark on her wrist where I held her hand so she couldn't jerk it away (which she was doing with the force of a pissy stallion).
I asked her if anything had happened to her arm and she said yeah, she thought she got it from playing outside. I said I thought it looked like from when I was holding her arm. By this point, it was already fading, so then I was certain that's what it was. She said "OH, so it's from when you grabbed me?" WHAT????????
I told her that at no time did I grab her, that it was from when I was holding her arms to keep her from yanking them away. She then says, "I don't know what it's from!"
So, to clarify, I said, "OK, say tomorrow that Mrs. W asks you what happened to your arm (which I might add, no longer had any visible marks) your answer is?"
"I fell from a tree?"
"NO, try again."
"I bumped my arm?"
"No, try again. Tell her what happened."
"My mom grabbed me."
"oh geez."
"Oh, Julia. Why did your mom grab you?" I said, continuing the pretend dialogue.
"I don't know, she was yanking me to her."
"oh geez" At this point Dan is laughing.
"Heather, most kids have to be coached in making something up to cover suspicious injuries, our kid needs to be coached in telling the truth."
"Ok, let's try this again Julia., 'what happened to your arm'
"my mom grabbed me."
"why?"
"I don't know!"
Friday, April 11, 2008
We are doing some mighty fine parenting up in here.
Here is an actual conversation Julia had with her Dad tonight.
"Hey Dad, guess where I went today?"
"Uh, I don't know, where?"
"To see horses"
"ohh, that's nice honey" Dan said, kind of dismissing her story as a joke.
"It was so much fun. The first horse we bet on won, and the rest were clunkers."
Now, THAT turned his head around and she had his full attention.
"What? You went where?"
"I went with Miss Sarah to see the horses."
Now he's walking into the kitchen to look at my reaction to judge if she's telling the truth. I nodded.
Dan's response, "So, instead of going to school today, you went to the racetrack and bet on horses?"
My response, "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds bad."
Let's just say he wasn't smiling.
Ok... so the whole story... Julia did not go to school for the 2nd day in a row because her tonsils are swollen and sore and her glands are ginormous (and yes, that's my medical opinion). I almost sent her today, but she had a rough night, so I let her stay home and rest. OK, no big deal.
She did rest for most of the day, and was still feeling OK but had the big tonsils and glands. I called her doctor and she said to give it the weekend and let her rest and if she was still swollen, or if turns red or if the white splotchy splotchies show up... call Monday to come in.
Then about 4pm Julia's friend came to the door with his mom. She invited Julia to see the horses since it was a special horse day or something or another. Without thinking, I said sure! And off my child went. It wasn't until she was gone that I remembered that she had stayed home from school and I was breaking my own stay home from school rule.
Ok, it's not such a big deal. They were there for 15 minutes to see the horses. Then she came back home and went up to bed for a while.
I love a good story.
Here is an actual conversation Julia had with her Dad tonight.
"Hey Dad, guess where I went today?"
"Uh, I don't know, where?"
"To see horses"
"ohh, that's nice honey" Dan said, kind of dismissing her story as a joke.
"It was so much fun. The first horse we bet on won, and the rest were clunkers."
Now, THAT turned his head around and she had his full attention.
"What? You went where?"
"I went with Miss Sarah to see the horses."
Now he's walking into the kitchen to look at my reaction to judge if she's telling the truth. I nodded.
Dan's response, "So, instead of going to school today, you went to the racetrack and bet on horses?"
My response, "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds bad."
Let's just say he wasn't smiling.
Ok... so the whole story... Julia did not go to school for the 2nd day in a row because her tonsils are swollen and sore and her glands are ginormous (and yes, that's my medical opinion). I almost sent her today, but she had a rough night, so I let her stay home and rest. OK, no big deal.
She did rest for most of the day, and was still feeling OK but had the big tonsils and glands. I called her doctor and she said to give it the weekend and let her rest and if she was still swollen, or if turns red or if the white splotchy splotchies show up... call Monday to come in.
Then about 4pm Julia's friend came to the door with his mom. She invited Julia to see the horses since it was a special horse day or something or another. Without thinking, I said sure! And off my child went. It wasn't until she was gone that I remembered that she had stayed home from school and I was breaking my own stay home from school rule.
Ok, it's not such a big deal. They were there for 15 minutes to see the horses. Then she came back home and went up to bed for a while.
I love a good story.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Mtv Raps...
Today was an amazing day in Maine. The weather was gorgeous. The first really warm day of the year. The girls and I spent the afternoon outside enjoying everyminute of 60 degree weather.
Anna kept running off into the grass and I had to go inside to check on Em who was napping. I asked her to stay on the patio.
She comes to the door, squishes her face against the screen door and says, "Hey mom, whats a patty?"
I had to think about it for a minute and realized what she was getting at, "No, it's a pati-OH".
She went off and a couple of minutes later, pressed her face against the screen again and asked again what it was called.
"PAT-E-OH"
"Oh. Pati YO"
"Close but it's Pat-E-OH"
She starts giggling hysterically. "Like Pat-E-Yo-DOG" and does this rapper stance.
Yes. Like that.
Anna kept running off into the grass and I had to go inside to check on Em who was napping. I asked her to stay on the patio.
She comes to the door, squishes her face against the screen door and says, "Hey mom, whats a patty?"
I had to think about it for a minute and realized what she was getting at, "No, it's a pati-OH".
She went off and a couple of minutes later, pressed her face against the screen again and asked again what it was called.
"PAT-E-OH"
"Oh. Pati YO"
"Close but it's Pat-E-OH"
She starts giggling hysterically. "Like Pat-E-Yo-DOG" and does this rapper stance.
Yes. Like that.
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