Sunday, December 26, 2010
Be Consistent
Parenting books repeat the phrase "Be consistent in your discipline."
Every night I chase Lily to bed. I threaten to close her door if she doesn't stay in her room. She squeals "ahhh! This door open!" as she jumps back under the covers.... only to do it again 45 seconds later.
One night I made tally marks for every time I chased her back to bed. After 47 attempes in 30 minuets I started having regular contractions, so I ended all attempts by getting daddy.
I pulled out all my mommy tricks for weeks trying to get her to stay in her own bed.
Now I tie her door shut.
Overreacting? -maybe... but she doesn't seemed to be scared from it.
Night after night I chase her... I question how long I can go on like this,
*voice echos* "Be consistent mom, you can do this."
13 times back to bed.... why am I upset?
My daughter is more consistent than me!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Loving Siblings
I only have one sibling, an older brother. When he was away from home (scout camp, friend's house) I found myself feeling home sick for his return. Mom would close the door part way to help me think he was still across the hall keeping me safe. She let me sleep in his bed occasionally, or stuff the blankets so it would look like he was there.
I wonder if my brother ever really knew how much I loved him and needed his affection, reassurance and safety in my life? - Maybe only sub-consciously.
Through out this pregnancy I've often spent time day dreaming about the personality quirks our new baby girl will have. I can feel "Tawny" getting excited when she hears Lily (2yrs) jumping on the bed and wrestling with daddy. Tawny leans into Lily's sounds trying to further investigate. I've also experienced Tawny's feelings of anticipation and love as she's listened to the natural sounds of life, just waiting to come out and play with us.
Is Lily even aware of Tawny's dependency on her from before birth?
Lily's room is now re-arranged with two cribs, more drawer space for clothes, the closet split in two, the rocking chair placed just perfectly. Lily loves jumping in Tawny's bed and pretending her new little sister is already here with us imagining we're ice skating, eating pizza, or talking about
spooky hairy monsters that say "wubba, wubba, wubba!"
Today Ricky and I talked about Lily's independence. She needs responsibility, respect and purpose. I don't think she could have gone on much longer as the only child. I imagine us getting up as a whole family when the baby needs to nurse at 2am. I think Lily will crawl into bed with us and tell stories (at least, at first). She'll want to be a part of the bigger picture of nurturing Tawny, even the sleep deprivation involved with this kind of commitment.
Before becoming a mother, did I even realize that my future dependency would hang on a loving husband and a wonderful, dependable child with the heart much larger than I could have imagined?
I wonder if my brother ever really knew how much I loved him and needed his affection, reassurance and safety in my life? - Maybe only sub-consciously.
Through out this pregnancy I've often spent time day dreaming about the personality quirks our new baby girl will have. I can feel "Tawny" getting excited when she hears Lily (2yrs) jumping on the bed and wrestling with daddy. Tawny leans into Lily's sounds trying to further investigate. I've also experienced Tawny's feelings of anticipation and love as she's listened to the natural sounds of life, just waiting to come out and play with us.
Is Lily even aware of Tawny's dependency on her from before birth?
Lily's room is now re-arranged with two cribs, more drawer space for clothes, the closet split in two, the rocking chair placed just perfectly. Lily loves jumping in Tawny's bed and pretending her new little sister is already here with us imagining we're ice skating, eating pizza, or talking about
spooky hairy monsters that say "wubba, wubba, wubba!"
This week I've been finding Lily sleeping in Tawny's bed.
A secret portrayal of her affection for her sister, who's not even here yet. She's reaching out and longing for her new best friend.
Does Tawny realize Lily's emotional connection and dependency on her?
Today Ricky and I talked about Lily's independence. She needs responsibility, respect and purpose. I don't think she could have gone on much longer as the only child. I imagine us getting up as a whole family when the baby needs to nurse at 2am. I think Lily will crawl into bed with us and tell stories (at least, at first). She'll want to be a part of the bigger picture of nurturing Tawny, even the sleep deprivation involved with this kind of commitment.
Ricky stated, "When you first became pregnant I thought - how will we care for two babies? Now I see that it will be three of us caring for one baby. From now on Lily will be a very important part of our lives in taking care of our children, and she already knows that it's coming."
Before becoming a mother, did I even realize that my future dependency would hang on a loving husband and a wonderful, dependable child with the heart much larger than I could have imagined?
Ricky and I are one, and now - Lily joins us as a peer.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Poo Stories
I was just remembering the great chapters and chapters of poo stories that fill my life.
Every one of them brings me joy.
My friends and I have been swapping poo stories all week, and I was reminded of my favorite story. I can't believe this happened to me......
Road trip!
I run into the gas station as quickly as I can and choose one of two stalls. "Great, there's a floater" whatever - I'm going.
I flush, and flush and flush - this thing still floats to the top.
I keep thinking "well I can't walk out of here when someone's waiting in line. Iiiiii don't want to be blamed for this un-flushable thing"
I take wads of toilet paper to weigh it down, I use the toilet plunger to push it down during a flush
- nothing, NOTHING!
I suck up my pride and decide i'm giving up, BUT as I go to un-lock the stall a BUS LOAD OF KIDS barge into the bathroom.
I freak and lock myself back in!
(remember there are only 2 stalls)
yes... hate to admit it... I waited it out while 13 kids used one stall.
Finally the coast was clear, and I booked it out of there so fast!
25 min had gone by because I was such a wuss about someone else's stink.
*facepalm*
Every one of them brings me joy.
My friends and I have been swapping poo stories all week, and I was reminded of my favorite story. I can't believe this happened to me......
Road trip! I run into the gas station as quickly as I can and choose one of two stalls. "Great, there's a floater" whatever - I'm going.
I flush, and flush and flush - this thing still floats to the top.
I keep thinking "well I can't walk out of here when someone's waiting in line. Iiiiii don't want to be blamed for this un-flushable thing"
I take wads of toilet paper to weigh it down, I use the toilet plunger to push it down during a flush
- nothing, NOTHING!
I suck up my pride and decide i'm giving up, BUT as I go to un-lock the stall a BUS LOAD OF KIDS barge into the bathroom.
I freak and lock myself back in!
(remember there are only 2 stalls)
yes... hate to admit it... I waited it out while 13 kids used one stall.
Finally the coast was clear, and I booked it out of there so fast!
25 min had gone by because I was such a wuss about someone else's stink.
*facepalm*
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