Our Kids

Seriously, seriously?? OMG. Yes, those words were uttered by my child about me. I was not in her room at the time so who knows if she knew I heard. But she was screaming at the top of her lungs. In a way I guess it is my fault, not the wishing I was dead part cuz’ I have never said that but the reason she was mad.

Here is how it all went down. I picked the girls up at school for early release day at 1245. I brought a picnic (with freshly baked whole wheat scones), then I asked if their friend Sophia could come out with us as a surprise. They were so excited! I took them to a nearby park and we played and snacked and played some more. Then we came home and we colored our pet rocks that we found at the park. Then it was time to return Sophia to school. We went but her mom wasn’t ready yet (she is a teacher there) so we went over to the playground and we played for another 45 minutes. I played on the see saw, the swing set and watched Piper climb trees. Then after all that playing we headed home.

Since I have parent council tonight and Jason has had a full week I decided I would go ahead and get them showered before dinner. This is where it all came tumbling down. This child does not like change, this child dare I say it hates change. But I made her shower anyway. I explained that sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should have let her shower later. Honestly I was just trying to make it easier on Jason and make sure she got cleaned after all that park time play (she was filthy).

Anyway, she was furious. She spent the better part of 20 minutes screaming at how she didn’t like me, wished I was dead, was never going to listen to me, would never change her clothes again, why couldn’t she do what she wanted to etc. She did not want me or anyone else in the room. Eventually she screamed for me to come in her room, I did, she then told me how I had broken my promise (apparently I made a promise at some point of something that I forgot and broke, maybe I promised never to make her shower early again). After she screamed at me she told me to leave and that she never wanted to speak to me again. So I left and made dinner.

Finally she came out and we hugged it out. She told me that when I make her do things that she doesn’t want to do that she “doesn’t feel like herself.” I thought that was a good thing, that she could identify and recognize how changing her routine makes her feel. We talked a bit more and I promised to try to not make her do things she really did not want to do if she promised to calmly help me come up with an alternative. I think we are okay but sheesh, am I ready for this???

Well I finally got Phoebe in for her 18 month (two months late) and Landis in for her 4 year check up. Of course they are both perfectly perfect. I love my pediatrician because even though I do things my way and not the exact way she likes (such as vaccinations, feeding the kids etc.) she always makes me feel like the best mom. She tells me I am an incredible mother and what a great job I am doing:) Makes me all warm and fuzzy for those times when I feel like a failure and a horrible mother (really not very often but it does happen).

Anyway on to the top news stories. Here are the girls digits:

Phoebe: 90% for height at 34 inches and 15-20% for weight at 23.4lbs
Landis: 25% for height at 38.5 inches and 25% for weight at 32.8lbs

They each got two shots and there was no crying. These are my brave little girls:)

So all that Jason said is true. We are indeed sleeping on a magic carpet. Funny things is that while Jason was probably composing that very post, Landis was throwing up on her carpet in her bed! LOL! It turned out it was good I was sleeping with her because I heard the tell tale swallowing that preceeds hurling and I quickly turned her over so she could start upchucking! It was quite a tummy full so we had to put her in the shower to wash her and her hair. Then I just picked up the rug and put it in the wash and the next day put it in the sun for drying freshening up! That carpet came in handy despite all my complaining about sleeping on it. As a side note she stripped her bed of all bedding several weeks ago and has been sleeping on her terry mattress protector for weeks until she decided to add the cushy carpet:)

The rest of THIS story happened when I got Landis all tucked in on top of her bed after the vomiting. As we lay there all curled together this is what happened:

Landis: Mommy do you see fairies
Mom: No I don’t see any fairies
Landis: I do, there is one there and there and there
Mom: Oh, I see them now, thank you for showing them to me
Landis: You’re welcome

Then she fell asleep. Just one of the sweetest moments. She had been throwing up, tossed into a not so warm shower, redressed and bundled back to bed in the middle of the night and yet she was still drifting off to sleep with fairy magic and dream dust and wanted to share it with me. I fell asleep one happy and lucky mommy.

A couple months ago we added a cool green shaggy rug to Landis and Phoebe’s room. Just to break up the beige carpet and add a nice splash of color and texture to the room. It looks great and is really soft — the kind of soft that we wish our carpet would be. Thirty bucks at Target and we’re good to go.

Two weeks ago, though, Landis decided she wanted to put her comfy rug somewhere else. Where? On her bed. To sleep on.

Really can’t fault her too much for that — it is quite comfy. I got to experience it first-hand whenever I got to put her to sleep… laying next to her on it as she fell asleep peacefully… on her rug. It’s pretty cute. She loves it up there. But it gets better…

For the last week or so we’ve been trying to get Phoebe to sleep through the night. It seems to go better when Mystique’s not in the bed, so I’ve been sleeping alone in our bedroom with Phoebe in her crib. We’re still in phase 1 which means she’ll come to our bed at some point in the night and cuddle up, but we’ll get to phase 2 soon enough where she stays in her crib.

In the meantime, where’s Mystique staying? That’s right. With Landis. On her rug-bed. Mystique loves it. And that was sarcasm, folks. But it gets better…

As I said goodnight to Mystique tonight in her rug-bed she told me what Landis told her tonight. Mystique put her to bed tonight by laying with her while Landis fell asleep. Mystique was wearing her shoes, so Landis let her know that it was “ok to put your feet on my bed because it’s a rug.” Laugh. Out. Loud.

I can just hear Landis saying that in her sing-song, I-love-you, just-turned-four voice. I hope in 20 years as I read these blog posts I can still hear that sweet voice of hers. What a sweetie.