I have a favorite article I read once in a Parenting magazine. Giving parents advice...one phrase in particular stuck out...it went something like this "Mommy...I can't actually eat the entire bag of cookies..just wanted to see if you would let me." As parents we juggle with boundaries. When to pick and choose our battles. When to say no and be consistent. Sometimes Aidan can eat a late night snack. Sometimes we won't let him. I have to work on that. Sometimes he is all up in our bed at night...sometimes we say no and put him in his bed. It is so hard to know when to say no, when to teach a lesson, when to make a big deal out of something and when to just be loving and understanding. Mason doesn't believe in boundaries. He will know something is wrong, look at me and do it anyway. Then do it again. And again. No fear. I want to find a happy medium. I want to let them get away with things...but not all the time. Just need someone to tell me what things I should let go and what things I should make a big deal out of.
So who gives parents boundaries? I strongly believe God gives me signs...or boundaries....it's God's way of guiding me through this crazy game. The other day I had Aidan and Mason in the tub. I washed them both and was letting them play. I explained to Aidan that I was going to jump in the shower. The shower is right next to the tub..a small small small wall dividing the tub and shower. I told Aidan to watch Mason and make sure he doesn't go under the water. So throughout my 3 minute shower I asked how Mason was doing. He will be 2 in July so it's not like he is that small. Aidan is 4. Aidan kept telling me Mason was fine..and I heard Mason blabbing away. I turned off the shower and heard a splash. Aidan was laughing so I thought they were just playing. Well I jumped out to see what the splash was anyway. Mason was under the water thrashing trying to sit up and he couldn't. Aidan thought Mason was playing..I ran scoopped him up. Mason was fine...just startled. But I FREAKED the F out. I of course was mad at myself for taking my eye of Mason. I explained to Aidan that baby couldn't breathe and he needed to help him. That was God..telling me where my boundaries were. It was like that huge scare made me realize I can't ever take my eye off him. I was testing my boundaries but was quickly reminded where the line was that I had crossed. That night I went in Mason's room. He was falling asleep. Picked him up and rocked him for about 20 minutes. It was a scary night.
Another sign I was over stepping boundaries. Joe and I had let Aidan go out with his brother who is 10 in front of our house to play basketball. We don't usually let him go outside by himself. EVER. So I had a weird feeling about it..but Aidan insisted and I of course checked on him often. Well....about a week later there was a scare in the town about 15 minutes from us where this guy try to grab a 4th grader and drag them in their car. Luckily the kid got away. But I believe that was my "sign". After hearing that, I of course told myself I would NOT let Aidan out with anyone but adults. I may be crazy...but I think those are signs that warn me I was letting my kid's go over their boundaries. Mommy boundaries. Ok..I think I said boundaries one too many times. No more promise.
Video...here is one of Aidan playing the drums. He goes to lessons now and LOVES it. In the video we had a Mommy made drum set. Don't laugh. Ok....also don't laugh at the mess in my living room. Obvioulsy I let my kids go crazy with their toys. I picked and did NOT choose that battle.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
I got this!
I got this juggling thing down. The homework, husband, kids, visitors, party, Tball, homework (yes it got worthy of being repeated), house and dinner thing down. It is a feeling hard to describe. When I am laying in bed on a Sunday night and I say to myself..."I did it". Got my 4-6 page paper done by midnight along with other homework busy work. Eh..I only did two loads of laundry and I didn't get to a few rooms...oh and my car is nasty. The kind of nasty where you worry someone will walk by and peak in and go..holy cow that person is nasty funky nasty. But I did do it this weekend. I got everything accomplished and spent some quality time with the family. It was a great weekend. Maybe because I sprung on an outback trip with the family and a few extended family members. We go out to eat once every 4 months. Maybe even 6 months. So when we go to Outback on a Saturday night and the place is PACKED..the kids are exhausted from the day and so are the adults...it doesn't matter. Because we are going out to dinner. It was fantastic. Even though I had to leave everyone there early. Mason started to lick the table and Aidan had banged his head and was not laying in my lap. It was all good. Cheese fries to go to enjoy the next day. FABULOUS!
Next on the blog agenda...Aidan's new hobby. Ok maybe it's my new hobby. I have this "thing" or an obsession. When my kids show any interest in something, I go overboard with it. Mason loves stuff animals and he can barely fit in his crib with all the stuffed animals I have bought. Aidan likes these little HexBugs.....so one has turned into 3 and now they have their own little home. We have even named the bugs. The Easter bunny has already bought some additions to their home and maybe one ore two more bugs. I get to name the next one. Bubba Jack and Car all need new friends.
Daddy is the new TBall coach in Myersville. He really enjoys and and I really enjoy him being a "coach". Aidan asked him the other day if he was still going to be his "Daddy" if he was his coach. It was too...stinkin....cute. They are seriously serious about Baseball in Myersville. It is no joke. It starts with TBall and it takes 3 coaches to coach 8 kids. I think its good though because the kids get one on one attention. They had their first practice on Sunday. It was a long one. Daddy made an announcement that I was "team Mom". Um....yeah not really fitting. I am out of my element. I have a hard time "fitting" in with other Moms. I think its a phobia. I still feel kinda young and immature when compared to them. I am not your "typical" parent. I just feel awkward. But..I am proud of hubby for taking on the challenge of coach and have a feeling he will be coaching for many many years to come so I will suck it up and be a "team Mom" whatever that entails. Here are some cute pics from Aidan's first Tball..oh and lovin this function on photobucket..they make my pictures look cool..
I think Mr. Mason man as imitating a dog that came to practice.
He was guarding his gold fish crackers...
I have many pictures that look that this..I am sure most Moms do as well..
Aidan L O V E S to have his picture taken...and well I love to take them.
Wat Up!
I'm Cool...
Strike a POSE
The door is my prop
How bout this angle Mommy
Don't JUMP
It's like I clean and clean and clean..and I turn around and it doesn't look it at ALL. What the heckadoodle???? eh....my kid's are happy and healthy..I am blessed. Truly Blessed.
Next on the blog agenda...Aidan's new hobby. Ok maybe it's my new hobby. I have this "thing" or an obsession. When my kids show any interest in something, I go overboard with it. Mason loves stuff animals and he can barely fit in his crib with all the stuffed animals I have bought. Aidan likes these little HexBugs.....so one has turned into 3 and now they have their own little home. We have even named the bugs. The Easter bunny has already bought some additions to their home and maybe one ore two more bugs. I get to name the next one. Bubba Jack and Car all need new friends.
Daddy is the new TBall coach in Myersville. He really enjoys and and I really enjoy him being a "coach". Aidan asked him the other day if he was still going to be his "Daddy" if he was his coach. It was too...stinkin....cute. They are seriously serious about Baseball in Myersville. It is no joke. It starts with TBall and it takes 3 coaches to coach 8 kids. I think its good though because the kids get one on one attention. They had their first practice on Sunday. It was a long one. Daddy made an announcement that I was "team Mom". Um....yeah not really fitting. I am out of my element. I have a hard time "fitting" in with other Moms. I think its a phobia. I still feel kinda young and immature when compared to them. I am not your "typical" parent. I just feel awkward. But..I am proud of hubby for taking on the challenge of coach and have a feeling he will be coaching for many many years to come so I will suck it up and be a "team Mom" whatever that entails. Here are some cute pics from Aidan's first Tball..oh and lovin this function on photobucket..they make my pictures look cool..
I think Mr. Mason man as imitating a dog that came to practice.
He was guarding his gold fish crackers...
I have many pictures that look that this..I am sure most Moms do as well..
Aidan L O V E S to have his picture taken...and well I love to take them.
Wat Up!
I'm Cool...
Strike a POSE
The door is my prop
How bout this angle Mommy
Don't JUMP
It's like I clean and clean and clean..and I turn around and it doesn't look it at ALL. What the heckadoodle???? eh....my kid's are happy and healthy..I am blessed. Truly Blessed.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Frequent Visitor to Urgent Care
I blame daycare germs. Or maybe I should run faster when Mason digs in the trash pulls out some leftover food and puts it in his mouth. Either way I am tired of germs, runny noses, fevers, ear infections, coughs and grumpy kids. Bring on SUMMER!
I have not logged onto this little thing called blogger because I was in bed from Tuesday to Saturday. It was that bad. Those darn crumb snatchers got me sick. Didn't help I was wearing myself thin with working overtime, going to gym and homework till all hours of the night. I made it so easy for those germs to hop right in and go for a ride. Oh...it was a miserable ride. The kind of ride where I prayed for my appendix to burst so I could go to the hospital and have them take care of me. It was "that" bad. Aidan was cute though. At one point he brought me up toast. Then decided he wanted the toast for himself. It's the thought that counts.
This morning Mason was mad about something and remember I told you he was into this hitting phase. Well sometimes he is so mad he will just hit himself. Joe said, "do you think something is wrong with him?". I told him no, he was normal, Aidan is the one that isn't normal. We tend to compare Mason to Aidan and in reality, Aidan wasn't your typical "boy" baby. He wasn't into everything, he was neat and clean. He was different at Mason's age. Then again, I shouldn't put a "normal" tag on either one. They are both unique. But, I did google "baby hitting himself" just to be sure.
You know what has really started to bug me. Those signs above the interstate. You know, the digital ones that say "I-70 4 miles, 4 minutes". What is the point? First of all, you slow down traffic for MILES before the sign because everyone has to slam on their brakes and read the darn thing. Even if it said "I-70 4 miles, 75 minutes" it wouldn't change anything. There is nowhere to get off the highway. There is no u-turn that can be made. We are stuck there for those 4 miles, so is it really necessary to tell me how long it is going to take to go 4 miles? NO, it is not. It just causes more problems and more accidents. I am debating on writing a letter to someone important to get this resolved. Either that, or I am going to take a big truck tall enough to ram into the darn sign. Such a waste of money that sign.
So I am the kind of parent who tries to give my kids choices. I want them to make their own choices at a young age. I give them options. Maybe not such a good idea. Mason freaked out when he picked out shorts to wear and I didn't put them on as a shirt. Aidan melted down the other day when we put the sponge bob toothpaste on his toothbrush instead of the cars one. Sometimes I don't want to give him choices. It is a learning process for this veteran/new Mommy. I am a veteran Mom to my friends but in reality I am a new Mom. I am learning...but I am so wise at the same time. Oh so many angles.
I am not in a writing blog kinda mood but I wanted to keep the 2 that read this sucker entertained so here ya have it. Random nothings about my life and my family. I promise to get more creative in the week. T-Ball starts tomorrow, so I am sure to have some cute stories.
In my attempt to wish Summer upon us, I have daydreamed my way back a few years ago to Turks and Caicos. I want to go back so bad. I want to go back so bad. The BEST place ever to go. I want to go back so bad.
Just look at those beaches..and that water. MAGIC I tell ya. 2012 here we come. Oh wait..I want to get "surgery" in 2012. 2013 here we come Turks and Caicos!
I have not logged onto this little thing called blogger because I was in bed from Tuesday to Saturday. It was that bad. Those darn crumb snatchers got me sick. Didn't help I was wearing myself thin with working overtime, going to gym and homework till all hours of the night. I made it so easy for those germs to hop right in and go for a ride. Oh...it was a miserable ride. The kind of ride where I prayed for my appendix to burst so I could go to the hospital and have them take care of me. It was "that" bad. Aidan was cute though. At one point he brought me up toast. Then decided he wanted the toast for himself. It's the thought that counts.
This morning Mason was mad about something and remember I told you he was into this hitting phase. Well sometimes he is so mad he will just hit himself. Joe said, "do you think something is wrong with him?". I told him no, he was normal, Aidan is the one that isn't normal. We tend to compare Mason to Aidan and in reality, Aidan wasn't your typical "boy" baby. He wasn't into everything, he was neat and clean. He was different at Mason's age. Then again, I shouldn't put a "normal" tag on either one. They are both unique. But, I did google "baby hitting himself" just to be sure.
You know what has really started to bug me. Those signs above the interstate. You know, the digital ones that say "I-70 4 miles, 4 minutes". What is the point? First of all, you slow down traffic for MILES before the sign because everyone has to slam on their brakes and read the darn thing. Even if it said "I-70 4 miles, 75 minutes" it wouldn't change anything. There is nowhere to get off the highway. There is no u-turn that can be made. We are stuck there for those 4 miles, so is it really necessary to tell me how long it is going to take to go 4 miles? NO, it is not. It just causes more problems and more accidents. I am debating on writing a letter to someone important to get this resolved. Either that, or I am going to take a big truck tall enough to ram into the darn sign. Such a waste of money that sign.
So I am the kind of parent who tries to give my kids choices. I want them to make their own choices at a young age. I give them options. Maybe not such a good idea. Mason freaked out when he picked out shorts to wear and I didn't put them on as a shirt. Aidan melted down the other day when we put the sponge bob toothpaste on his toothbrush instead of the cars one. Sometimes I don't want to give him choices. It is a learning process for this veteran/new Mommy. I am a veteran Mom to my friends but in reality I am a new Mom. I am learning...but I am so wise at the same time. Oh so many angles.
I am not in a writing blog kinda mood but I wanted to keep the 2 that read this sucker entertained so here ya have it. Random nothings about my life and my family. I promise to get more creative in the week. T-Ball starts tomorrow, so I am sure to have some cute stories.
In my attempt to wish Summer upon us, I have daydreamed my way back a few years ago to Turks and Caicos. I want to go back so bad. I want to go back so bad. The BEST place ever to go. I want to go back so bad.
Just look at those beaches..and that water. MAGIC I tell ya. 2012 here we come. Oh wait..I want to get "surgery" in 2012. 2013 here we come Turks and Caicos!
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