misadventures

bathroom manners

Tina Fey is becoming one of my new favorite celebrity moms. I loved her interview in this month's InStyle! Fey says: "Anyone who will barge into the room while you are on the commode is the boss of you. And when you explain to them that you're on the commode and that they should leave but they don't? That's a high-level boss."

This is my life.

My kids have zero respect for bathroom privacy. The very idea that someone might want privacy while doing their business in completely foreign to them. We've been trying to push this issue lately, but to zero effect.

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Look at what we're working with:

  • It is completely normal for my kids to leave the door wide open. Unfortunately, this does not change when we have visitors.
  • It is completely normal to find a kid on the potty in the family room with the door open and aforementioned kid leaning forward so they can still see the TV.
  • It is completely normal for my currently-being-potty-trained son to stand practically on top of me asking me questions about what I'm doing.
  • It is completely normal for me to find one girl sitting on the commode with the other one in the bathroom keeping her company.
  • It is completely normal for my kids to barge into the bathroom when I am sitting on the commode and having them ask, "Whatcha doin, Mom?" Like its not completely obvious
  • It is completely normal for my son who loves to flush the potty to be extra helpful by standing right next to me and repeatedly flushing before I am finished. "Now?" "Not yet." "Okay!" flush "Again?"
  • It is completely normal for my son to wait until the exact second I attempt to use the bathroom to have a crisis. It could be the only time I go in a four hour period, but he will need something very important (like a snack) and very urgent (he hungry NOWWWWW!)

This seems like a losing battle. I lock the door, but then they just bang on it. I can't decide what's more annoying. 

Maybe I should just get an outhouse. Far, far away.

photo: gawker.com

helping kids cope with disasters

My children have been very sensitive to the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. Probably more so than they normally would be, since their dad just went to do earthquake relief in Haiti. But they have been asking questions, wanting to know details and praying for the people there. Even Colin last night prayed for "Peese help the peeple be safe." He's not even three yet and he's aware that something big happened.

Its overwhelming to try and explain the unexplainable to our kids, particularly when something this devastating, of this magnitude happens. Where do you even start?

These tips are provided by favorite humanitarian organization of mine called World Vision. I found them so helpful and hope that you do as well!

1. Start by listening.
Find out what your child already knows. You can then respond in an age-appropriate way. The aim is not to worry them with the devastating details, but to protect them from misinformation they may have heard from friends or disturbing images they may have seen on television.
 
2. Provide clear, simple answers.
Limit your answer to the question asked and use simple language.
 
3. If you don't know the answer, admit it.
If your children ask questions that you can't answer, tell them so, and then do some research to try and help them sort it out. If they ask "Why did this have to happen?" don't be afraid to say "I don't know." The reassurance offered can be invaluable in helping your child sort through the truth that awful things happen.
 
4. Follow media reports or online updates privately.
Young children in particular are easily traumatized and seeing or hearing about the horrifying details of the quake may be more than they can cope with. Adults, too, should ensure they are dealing with their own emotions by talking to others, so they can continue to respond well to their children's needs.
 
5. Concentrate on making them feel safe.
When tragedies occur, children wonder if the same event could happen in their hometown. If it was an act of nature that could not be repeated in your area, tell children that. Placing themselves in the situations of victims is not all bad-it is a sign of empathy, an essential life skill, but watch for signs of excessive worrying.
 
6. Give children creative outlets.
Some children may not be prepared to speak about what they have heard, but may find drawing or other creative activities helpful to deal with their emotions and stress. Their drawings can be helpful starting points for conversation.
 
7. Model involvement and compassion.
Tell your child that, as a family, you will be helping the people in Japan by giving a donation to a reputable charity such as World Vision.
 
8. Give your child a chance to be involved.
Being involved in the solution will help relieve some of their anxiety. Invite them to contribute to the family's gift by giving something out of their piggy bank.

TO read more about World Vision's relief work in Japan or to donate, please visit WorldVision.org.

we interrupt this blogging for a minor meltdown

My house is driving me crazy. CRAZY I TELL YOU. There is stuff everywhere. And none of it is in the right place. Remember the case of the missing alarm clock? That is my life lately. I cannot find anything (and neither can my family, but that's actually normal).

I'm selling in a bi-annual consignment sale this weekend and it always launches me into a major house purge – cleaning out kids rooms, dragging baby stuff out of the attic (Anyone need a crib? Or baby swing?), reorganizing closets, not to mention cleaning up from the water leak that had us pulling up the carpet in our family room once again last week.

I'm exhausted. But exhilarated. A good turn-the-house-upside-down clean out is just what the doctor ordered. I'm feeling better already.

So far, I have reorganized the crawl space, cleaned out the mud room and utility room, cleaned out the family room and Colin's room. A trip to IKEA is scheduled since we need another bookcase and various storage thingys. (Somehow having the Nook has not slowed down our book purchases. We have issues.) What's left? Ellie and Gracie's room and my closet.

Hold me.

 

potty training stall

Its been two days since Colin actually went potty in the potty.

{bangs head against wall}

UGH, he was doing SO WELL.  He was teling me when he had to go, but often not soon enough. But he was trying!  But yesterday and today he has no interest in the potty anymore. He refuses to tell me when he has to go, he refuses to wear underwear, he refuses to even try anymore…

So we're taking the day off and we'll try again tomorrow, I guess.

I will be SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy when this is done.

 

is your first aid kit stocked?

I was upstairs checking email while my husband was playing with this kids in the girls' room when I heard a huge bump.

Then a scream.

Then another scream.

Then my husband yelling, "COME QUICK! HELP!"

I walked into the girls' bedroom and found Ellie sitting on the floor with blood pouring down her face.

She had hit her forehead on the corner of the desk and had a huge gash in the middle of her forehead. Blood. Everywhere. (Mixed with snot and tears, which helps.) As we went to treat her cut, we discovered something: we had no gauze or other first aid-y supplies. I know we did at one time, but somehow they all got used up and never replaced. Our first aid kit consisted of an open tube of Neosporin and a half-finished box of Cars Band-Aids. Nice.

Long story short, we called our neighbor who is a nurse for her opinion, who said she could get stitches, but probably would be okay if she didn't. Seeing at is was in the middle of her forehead, we decided to err of the side of caution and took her to the ER. They checked her for a head injury, warning us that she might have a concussion and gave us instructions to wake her up every 2 hours all night, and gave her those liquid stitches. (MUCH to Ellie's relief. Ellie hates needles!)

She is doing fine and even went to school today. Mommy and Daddy are recovering nicely as well.

So lesson for the day: PLEASE check your first aid kits and make sure you have everything you need! You never know when you'll need it!!! Today I went to Target and picked up stuff to restock our first aid kit. Hopefully, we won't need it anytime soon. But at least we know we're ready now!

potty training: week two

DSC_0707-1 I spent the majority of last week sitting right here.

Talking about the potty, talking about pee pee and poopies.

Talking about all the people we know who go pee pees on the potty, talking about how wonderful the potty is….

And I'd say we're about half way there. Colin is probably making it to the potty about half the time. He's still wearing diapers, since he says he hates Pull-ups and underwear. He is very sensitive to things like new shoes or new clothes, he gets really annoyed by things like tags or things rubbing him the wrong way, so we're easing into the underpants a bit at a time.

And you'll notice something that I didn't have to deal while training the girls: puddles. [See photo] Colin tends to forget to, um, AIM himself. So I've been cleaning the floor. A lot.

The girls have been big helps – they are always asking him if he has to go to the potty and they help him and cheer him on – it is so so sweet. But they may just be doing it so they can steal one of his gummy worms that he picked as his reward.

I still can't believe that he picked those gross sour gummi worms as his treat. What treat did your kids get when they went potty?

 

the lesson of failure

Ellie studied for weeks for her big math facts test. Every night she practiced and practiced, getting better and better. She was ready. She was so excited. She couldn’t wait to show her teacher how much better she had gotten at her math facts.

We sent her off to school brimming with confidence and a smile on her face.

She got off the bus and, the second she made eye contact with me, she burst into tears.

Through her tears, she told me she had gotten her worst math facts score ever.

And I was left with a little girl, sobbing, and asking why. Why – when she had worked so, so hard – had she still gotten such a terrible score?

My heart was breaking for her. What could I say? 

I told her I was proud of how hard she had worked. I told her that she had done her best and tried really hard, but sometimes we all have bad tests. I held her, dried her tears and kissed her forehead. Then (since her brother was banging on the bedroom door at this point yelling “MOM! HEY MOM!”) I tucked her into my bed with her favorite book and a little snack for some quiet time on her own.

She’s fine. Its not a big deal. It is – after all- just a math test. And failing is a part of growing up. You can build up your kids confidence all you want – but they are going to fail sometimes. Not everyone is good at everything. Not everyone always wins. Not everyone always gets an “A.”

And I know this is just the beginning – this will happen numerous times as she grows up and it surely doesn’t get any easier. Watching her try so hard and fail was unbelievably difficult. I can only imagine when this begins to happen with things that do matter… unlike this little math test.

I guess my job as a mom is just to pick her up, dust her off and give her the courage to keep trying. Even when I don’t have the courage myself.

 

 

Article first published as The Lessons of Failure on Technorati.

but he’s the colin

Last night I was telling Colin it was time to sit on the potty. He flatly refused.

Me: No, you have to sit on the potty now.
Him: Nope. No want to.
Me: Yes.
Him: No.
Me: Yes. Now.
Him: Why?
Me: Because you need to practice going potty.
Him: Why?
Me: Beause its part of growing up.
Him: Why?
Me: Because I asked you to.
Him: Why?
Me: Because I’m the Mommy.
Him: But I’M the COLIN.

How do you argue with that?