Archive for May, 2008

Joelle and Elise Conversation

Chris overheard this and I’ll do my best to convey it as accurately as possible.

Elise: “wah, wah, wah.”

Joelle (condescending adult voice): “oh, baby. you want in the dryer? I’ll open it for you.” (Chris, listening, starts going to the laundry room.)

Joelle: “Oh, there IS a toy in a here.”

Chris intercedes. The toy is the dryer balls that I purchased to reduce drying time. Joelle later told this same story to me. She said, “It’s ok for Elise to play in the dryer.” Yeah, no, not really. She’s such a little mommie, but she’s still learning what is and isn’t ok. Sometimes it is helpful to have her second set of eyes, but I often tell her, “Settle down, you get to be her friend. I don’t.”

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Boink!

We all had a great time in Wimberley for Memorial Day.  Elise IS a lot of work there, but we end up always having a grand time.  We took the long route there, stopping in Bastrop for lunch.  (Elise can only take a max of 1 hr and 30 minutes – I have no idea what we’ll do on the plane to SLC in August.)  We have an interesting stop at the Book Basket there because Chris and I realize we don’t have books to read. 

Once we’re in Wimberley, we immediately put on suits and plunge into the mighty Blanco.  Elise has a love, hate relationship with water.  We don’t always get it.  She hates floats and didn’t like the “pool” of water that Joelle loved, but she loved the rapids and exploring that area over by the rapids.  She would pick up rocks and plunk them.  Unfortunately, she plunked a rather large one right on poor Joelle’s head!  Really bad luck. 

I told Joelle that she is becoming a “river rat,” a term started by Nana and Poppy.  She beamed with pride.  She can navigate those channels and had a great time spinning around in her tube.  She played art class, mermaids and loved to scare away the minnows.  On our last playdate in the river, she lamented that no dragon flies had landed on her.  “Didn’t you have tons on you, momma?”  I assured her that I never had more then 2 and that it was hard to get them to land on her.  Desperate to get one for her, I was trying too hard and couldn’t get one to land on me either.  Finally, on our way out of the river, it magically started sprinkling and a little purple dragon fly landed on her outstretched finger. Then, a second one landed!  Her eyes danced with joy.  I was so proud of my not-nature-lover.  She also loved “inchy” the inch worm Nana found for her. 

On the last day, I’ll never forget tiny little Elise (just turned 16 months!) pushing hard against what was a huge current for her.  She kept trying to bat away my hands that were supporting her.  “No, momma, I got it.”  The little thing was so tired that she almost fell asleep on a quick trip to Brookshire Bros for lunch.  Chris said she almost fell asleep in the cart!  (She did all asleep on the way home.)  That would be the only negative about traveling with Joelle and Elise.  They have too much fun and don’t want to miss a minute with sleep.  (Joelle enjoyed sleeping under the stars on the balcony for the first time with Nana.)

Oh, Joelle dubed Elise a river mouse, Nana a river rock, Poppy a river stone, and Chris and I river beasts.

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Wii Fit

Chris is my hero on many levels, but on Sunday he was my hero because he found the Wii Fit I wanted.  I missed out on all the pre sales and such and so I didn’t realize that it had come out and was already sold out everywhere until Sunday.  I looked online and two Wal-Marts cited limited availability.  We went and worked out and then drove by the closest Wal-mart with limited availability.  Sold out. 

I called the second Wal-mart with limited availability and they said they had two.  The whole family piled back in the car to truck out to Katy.  They had “just” sold the last one.  The lady told Chris, “those are really popular right now and go fast.”  Really?

We got home and, since I was resigned to the fact that I’d have to wait (I refuse to pay marked up prices from folks who buy a lot and then sell them on ebay, the ticket scalpers of the Wii system), I told Chris to sign up for the alerts that he had used to purchase the Wii in the first place.  He said, “hey, target says they have some.”  With bug eyes, I said, “drop everything go, go!”  I pushed him out of the door without shoes.  I called Target while he was in transit and they confirmed that they had one.  I was eagerly waiting his call and expected more negative news, but he got it! 

I know I’m not a kid any more, but it was fun going on a wild chase.  It does make it feel more cool that it’s hard to get and we have one.  Chris, who thought it was a lot of hype, loves it almost as much as I do.  It’s really, really cool.  It beat my expectations and I think I’ll go play some more now.  Yes, I’m sore and have a cramp in my leg and have already played 1+ hour today, but it’s fun!

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Last Day of Pre-K

I am going to be a mess when Joelle goes off to Kindergarten in August.  I cried three times today, her last day of pre-k.  I dropped her off at school and was fine.  I took pictures of her with Ms. DeeDee and Ms. Martha and helped clean up the huge mess Elise made dumping out things while I took the picture.  On the way out of the bare room, I noticed a pile of books for the kids, little gifties from Ms. DeeDee and Ms. Martha.  The title was, “I’m off to Kindergarten.”  I’m starting to tear up again just thinking of that moment.  I rushed out of the room with tears in my eyes.

At pick up (I knew I should’ve sent Nana), I was ok until the kids clustered around their teachers for the last good-bye song and prayer.  We had never seen that before because the door is usually shut.  It was so darn cute – those sweet voices singing their song.

Then, we all went to the playground and I started looking through the scrap book, this amazing scrap book, that Ms.DeeDee put together for each child.  It all went so fast.  How did a whole year go by and I barely notice?  How?  …and Chris and I do take the time to appreciate it all. 

Joelle and I went off after that to get her cast “taken off”.  She was beaming with pride and announced to everyone who would listen that it had been her last day of preschool.  She still had on her bikini (I made her wear a shirt) and was so, so proud of that, too. 

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Ohthankgoodnessmommie

Chris was gone on Monday night. The girls and I were playing in the play room when the phone rang. I got up to answer it and heard Lis closing the door as I walked out. She loves to close doors right now, but she isn’t always able to get them back open. That was the case on Monday night. While I was on the phone I heard her get upset about not being able to open it. I also heard other drama from Joelle and quickly got off the phone (less then 5 minutes). They were both wailing, but stopped immediately when I opened the door. I saw them both laying sprawled out on the floor on opposite sides of the room. Silence. Blink, blink. Then, Elise popped up and ran to me. She gave me my first kiss. Her tiny, slobbery first kiss was the sweetest thing. If she could talk, she would have said, “ohthankgoodnessmommie, you’reback.”  She’s been giving kisses to Chris for a few weeks now. He says you have to earn them. (I haven’t exactly figured out how I can do any more then I already do.)

Oh, Joelle murmured something about Elise hitting her (hence her drama), but nothing would spoil that moment and we all happily commenced with playing.

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Bookshelves: Before and After

Sorry, this is a bad picture. I didn’t take it expecting to highlight my beautifully organized shelves after adding the magazine holders.

Ah, so neat. I love it. As Chris points out, it is harder to find books now. Luckily, I took all his books to Half Price Books.

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Parenting Meme

I’m usually not quite so serious in our blogging entries, but  Maria  indicated that she would be interested in my responses from a Parenting Meme.  Why not?  I’ve always loved the questions that you should answer and then share with your 10 closest friends on e-mail.  You know, what’s your favorite ice cream?  (Blue Bell, vanilla)  Do you like thunder or lightning?  (Lightning!)

How do you view your role as a parent? What are you there to do?  Play!  Kidding.  I’m doing my best to forget what Maria wrote, but I know this answer comes close to what she wrote.  I think we are here to help them grow and be the person they are meant to be.  God has a plan for all of us.  I used to wrestle with what it was I was supposed to “do” in life, but I realized… maybe God intended me to be just what I am.  A mommie (and a wife).  I’m not saying that my kids are going to grow up and change the world, but they are part of that “butterfly effect” and what I teach and help them with can ultimately make the world a better place.  I’d like to hope. 
 

In your social circle, are fathers expected to work or are they encouraged to stay home with the child?  Honestly, the fathers are expected to work.  I live in a huge city with lots of different types of family situations, but in my immediate neighborhood and the surrounding neighborhoods closest to me – I feel like the majority of women stay home.  There are women who work, definitely, and there are fathers who stay home, but my closest network of friends are all women who stay home. 

How do you feel about your child’s education? What’s good about it, and what do you wish could be done differently?  Currently, Joelle is in pre-k at a private church school, but she starts kindergarten next year in the public school system.  Although Chris’s mother works at a very prestigious private school, we both felt very strongly that we wanted our girls to go the public route.  We moved to this neighborhood and this house so that our girls could go to Spring Branch ISD.  We did the suburb thing and didn’t like it.  I didn’t want Joelle (she was the only one when we lived in Spring) growing up in an environment like that.  It was too white and, more importantly, everyone seemed to think alike.  We wanted a place where Joelle could go to school and not be a minority, but also feel the power of diversity.  I loved that my high school was diverse and that I got to see and interact with all types of people.  College, where there was almost zero diversity, was a shock to me.  I hope that we choose a nice middle ground.  Her elmentary school is comprised almost exclusively of people in our immediate neighborhood, but each level (middle and high school) encompasses more area and introduces more diversity.  

Oh, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed where she is now.   I just didn’t think that’s what the question was after.  Some kids don’t even go to school in pre-k.  I can’t speak for a lot about what I wish could be done differently and such because she isn’t there yet.  However, I can speak for what I want to change in America.  My brother once mentioned this to me when we were discussing vouchers and private school – public school is the American dream.  This is what America should be about.  Every single child really should get the same education.  It doesn’t work that way though.  The reality is that, even though we’re choosing public school, we were extremely careful about which public school we would embrace.  I’ve heard folks in our area jokingly say, “our public school that’s really sort of private.”  I wish it wasn’t that way, but I’m obviously not going to sacrifice my own child’s education because of an ideal I’d like to believe.     

How do you share the childcare with your partner (if it is shared)? Do you tend towards different activities or different approaches to parenting?  Aside from the fact that I do more of the childcaring, Chris and I are pretty darn close.  In our marriage class, Pastor Jim warned that we’d have some issues because we come from such different families.  However, Chris and I are melding into a true unit and really operate like one.  Rarely do we argue or disagree on parenting.  Chris might be slightly more active with them (very typical of the dad role) and I’m slightly more “mother hen,” but Chris and I will both pick up and do whatever it is they want and/or whatever it is that needs to be done in the house.  We also say the exact same things a lot of the time now.  We’re starting to scare each other a little bit.  I guess that’s what 10 + years gets ya. 

What are the most important virtues to instill in a child?   I feel like independence is the most important virtue.  I would answer  that self esteem is the most important virtue, but through discussions with my mom, I don’t think you can.  I think self esteem is genetic.  I have suffered these last few weeks watching Joelle deal with the cast.  She has become this shy little shell of what she was previously.  I see myself reflected in this and want to cry to think that my baby might have as low of a self esteem as I did.  I, like Joelle, never wanted anything to distinguish me from anyone.  This is why I fought my parents so, so hard about braces.  I didn’t want anything to make me stand out.  She has hated the cast.  The attention and questions are frustrating to her.  It was Natalie, the most outgoing girl in class, who got everyone to sign Joelle’s cast. 

What’s the relationship like between parents at the park and the school gate? Would someone you didn’t know help you out in a stressful moment?  Yes.  Absolutely.  Our area of town is very unique.  First, there are almost no strangers.  I run into the same people over and over again.  We all collide and live in this 5 or 10 mile radius.  Second, we all help each other, all the time.  I feel like I live within a small village in Houston.

What do you fear most for your child?  There are two levels to this, to me.  First, there is the every day stuff which goes back to self esteem.  I want them both to love themselves and be proud of themselves.  I don’t want them to be obnoxious or proud, but I want them to feel safe and secure with who they are.  Second, I’m truly scared about global warming and the disastrous effects that they will have to live through.  Frankly, I may have to live through.  It scares me and keeps me up at night.  I imagine us having to pack up and move to Wimberley in a hurry because of what could happen.  (This also includes hurricanes and war.)  We live in a big city, close to the ocean. 

How do you discipline your child and what are the errors you would put most effort into correcting?  I care the most about disciplining Joelle (Elise is a bit young for anything other then “no,” regarding running in the street) regarding social behaviors and how to live in this world.  So, I get pretty angry when she has a tantrum at a playdate or she acts in a way that would keep her from living with other human beings.  We have to all get along.  I have to say that my temper was worse when Joelle was younger.  Elise has made me more mild and will benefit from being second (Poor first children!)  However, my temper will still flare up when provoked.  Example, we all went for a walk two nights ago.  Joelle was borrowing Chris’s Ipod.  She’s done this twice before, but she did it a third time that night – she dropped his Ipod on the ground.  The two previous times, I’d noticed and picked it up.  This time, I didn’t.  I rolled over it and stepped on it.  I was livid.  I guess my parents taught me to respect other people’s stuff because I can’t stand it when Joelle doesn’t care for other people’s stuff as much as she does her own.  She was sucking a lollipop at the time.  I popped it out of her mouth and threw it in the yard.  I guess that answers both questions….  Again, I punish behavior that will make her suffer down the road and I punish with the most obvious means at that time.  Sometimes, it’s time out, sometimes it’s taking away a toy, sometimes it’s taking away a treat.

Do you think the life of a child has changed much since you were young?  Each generation is locking up and protecting their children more.  Poppy just said the other day that he misses when he didn’t have to lock a door and he could run in the field all day.  I truly, truly believe that there is not a whole lot more crime, but that two things are hurting our quality of life.  One, we live closer together, but two, (and this is WAY more important) information is kinda ruining our way of life.  We hear about one kid getting kidnapped and think that evil lurks at every corner.  Information is sometimes an evil thing.  Kids play behind fences now.  We have to schedule more activities and playdates because troops of neighborhood kids can’t run freely in the streets.

What’s the best compliment your child could pay you for your parenting skills?  Being my friend when they grow up.  Mom, Dad, please take that as a compliment.  You guys did an awesome job.  Also, I want them both to have a joy in life and embrace it.  I don’t want to ever judge what they do or how they do it.  (If it’s legal and they can support themselves!) 

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Stuff

In my last post, I mention that all books, magazines and catalogs are safe under Joelle’s watchful gaze.  Frankly, I can expand that to include anything that might possibility fall under her juristiction.  The lines of her county are quite vast.  There are many, many tough things about being a mom, but I have to say that keeping the “stuff” under control might actually fall in the top tier.  The “stuff” is attained through so many means and so much of it is so sacred.  I feel like I make a concerted effort to give away or store away (for a garage sale) boxes of the stuff.  And yet, it grows.  The environmentalist in me is aghast to admit this, but I sometimes get desperate and just throw some things away. 

The biggest source of stuff is definitely school.  I love, love, love all their projects and work.  I love when Joelle brings it home and shows me, but I don’t love that I feel guilty for not saving every morsel.  Joelle is hurt when I don’t keep it all, but where would it go?  I’ve kept a binder (we’re up to two now) of her work, but she gets a little sad look when she finds something she’s done in the recycle bin.  Ms. DeeDee expects that we keep it all (I know this because she’s requested twice now that we bring back something they’ve done).  I want to ask her how anyone could possibly keep it all, but I’m scared to admit that I don’t. 

The strangest thing is mulch.  My daughter is not a nature lover.  Today, working in the yard, I heard more screams over bugs in one hour then most people probably hear all day.  I was suspicious last week when I would ask her what she wanted to wear each day, because each day, she would say, “something with pockets.”  I let it go, but found in her closet a little arrangement of mulch.  I also had mulch in the dryer from the pockets she forgot to empty.  Why the mulch?  I don’t get it. 

Sigh, at least mulch is something I can throw away or toss outside without having to bundle it up to give it away! 

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Magazine Holders

Inspired by this clever idea on Ohdeedoh, I went to IKEA this week to buy a bunch of magazine holders to try to spruce up my book shelves.  My friend had recommended that I place vellum inside each glass pane of our bookcase to disguise our books because, from a decorative view, they were not flattering to our study.  However, I know how tough it can be to get sticky stuff off when you don’t want it any longer and I wasn’t keen on ruining our lovely book cases.  It’s actually one of my favorite pieces in the house.  Chris suggested we buy a huge new house and stuff it inside some inner room that no one will see. 

I ended up liking the end result without getting into buying the wrapping paper and making my own magazine holder (see link above), however, I will store that idea away in my head for a later use.  I had some extra ones and decided to clean up Joelle’s book case, too.  The “floppy” books are a hassle.  They junk up any book shelf and are impossible to find.  So, we pulled all the floppy ones down today and sorted through them.  Joelle came up with the names to put on each holder (“Just Mix”, “Mr. Men and Mix”, “Characters”, “Lady Bug and H and P”, and “Levels”).  She was lots of help until she stumbled on something she wanted to read.  I turned around and found her laying on the ground with a magazine open.  She was totally absorbed in what she was reading.  I was able to even get out a few tattered magazines to put in the recycle bin.  In her presence, that’s usually impossible.  All books, magazines and catalogs are safe under her watchful gaze. 

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Mother’s Day Behind The Scenes

Petie called me out in the last post so I had to post a small story of my own.

Petie told me this part later:

About three weeks before mother’s day, Petie was wrapping a gift for Sharon.
The conversation turned to mother’s day over breakfast and Joelle stared straight ahead and said “Mother’s Day? I have to call Daddy right now!”  She took the phone into another room and called my cell phone (yes, she knows my phone number).

So, I’m at work and I get a call from “Home” on my cell phone.  Usually that would be Petie, the only one over the age of 5.  This time when I say “Hello” I hear a long silence before Joelle launches into something like the following:

“Uh, hi daddy um for mother’s day we need to get mommie a present, ok.  So we need to think of some good ideas for presents.  I think we should get her flowers. Yeah, flowers.  And a card.  You need to pick those up on the way home from work.  And….a cookbook.  Yeah, can you get that on the way home too?  OK, so you can get that and that will be mommie’s present, OK?”

She had it all planned out for me and I didn’t need to say a word.  I was able to stop laughing enough to agree.  We switched the book to a remodeling book instead of a cookbook and got coffee instead of flowers.  Hopefully this is an example of things to come where my girlies can help me come up with good gifts for Petie!

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