Family Time

Thanks to gas prices and a three year old who had spent the week suffering behavior regressions and tantrums, we found ourselves without plans for the entire weekend. Realizing this was a rare opportunity, Aaron and I both (mostly) avoided our computers and spent the entire weekend focused on the girls.

It was relaxing. And fun. And sorely needed. I think Cordy’s behavior last week was a combination of eating something that she had a reaction to, and having her schedule thrown off because Aaron is busy directing a play and hasn’t been home for bedtime most evenings. Whatever the reason, she had a short fuse and while I shouldn’t need to clarify that I love my daughter, I didn’t want to be around her much last week. Everyone was tired, frustrated, and in need of a lot of attention.

So Saturday, Aaron decided to make up for the missed bedtimes by having a daddy-Cordy day. After lunch, they went to a playground for awhile, and then he took her out for ice cream. Just the two of them – no attention-seeking little sister to get in the way.

When they came home, Cordy wanted to play in the backyard, so we gladly took the suggestion, and spent the remainder of the day digging in the sand table, kicking a soccer ball around, and having fun as a family.

Sunday was spent indoors, and not only did we have more family time, we also managed to get some cleaning done. You know I hate cleaning, and I’ll tell you that Aaron might just hate it even more than me. Cordy and Mira also think of toys strewn over the floor as an interior decorating choice, rarely helping to put them away. As a result, you can clearly see the clutter in many of our pictures, doing the equivalent of the drunk guy in the background of a news report waving and making faces.

But now? Did you know we have a floor under all of that clutter?

Next project – finding new rugs to replace the fugly ones my mom insisted we use.

Amazing, isn’t it? A lot of toys were culled from the herd, and the large plastic monstrosities (Jumperoo, etc.) were shipped off to a resale shop, never to be seen in our living room again. We did far more cleaning after that picture, too. We’re not exactly ready for a real-estate showing or anything like that, but it looks good.

After the girls were in bed last night, we found our way back to our internet lives and our multiple jobs. Aaron and I looked at our clean floor, reflecting on the generally positive weekend, and made a vow that we need to do this more often.

Oh, you said put things away? Sorry, uhm, where would you like this water bottle?


The Best Gifts From Grandparents

As a child, I got some pretty awesome gifts from my grandmothers. Remember the first year for Cabbage Patch Kids? Remember the chaos that ensued from parents and grandparents elbowing each other to try to get their hands on one of those hot little dolls? Yeah, my grandmother was one of those people, standing in the toy store crowd before Christmas as the nervous stock boys threw boxes into the crowd. And that Christmas I squealed with joy as I unwrapped my curly headed Madeline Eva.

Years later, my other grandmother gave me one of the best surprises ever. I received a small Casio keyboard when I was in elementary school, along with a “Teach Yourself Piano” book, and I worked hard to learn how to play. That hard work paid off, and in middle school there was a knock at our door on a cold, snowy December night. I opened the door to find a couple of large guys standing on our porch, telling me they had a piano to deliver. My jaw nearly hit the ground as they brought in a gorgeous upright piano and positioned it in our living room. My mom then told me that my grandmother bought it for me for Christmas, so I could play something with more than two and a half octaves.

Cordy will learn to play on the same piano.

My mom must have taken notes on good gifts, because she always picks the right thing for our girls. She has been kind to my ears and rarely bought loud electronic toys – actually, she rarely buys toys for the girls, unless it is something that is educational in some way. She’s more likely to give them clothing (OK, they may hate that in another year or two) or pay for an activity, like a soccer class or swim lessons.

Aaron’s parents sometimes give cash, and sometimes give gifts. The cash goes to savings accounts for each girl, and the gifts are generally toys. Both are generally well-received.

But the gift that the grandparents give the most is their time. Cordy practically vibrates when she sees her grandmother and g.g. (my grandmother, her great-grandmother), and she begs to go “fishing” at her grandpa and bubbie’s house (they have a small goldfish pond in their backyard, where she feeds the fish and spends time playing with them). The time spent with their grandparents will give them memories to last their lifetimes.

Do your kids receive good gifts from their grandparents?

This post is a part of the Parent Blogger Network blog blast, sponsored by the Grandkids Gift Guide. They’re giving away Kushies Zolo Toys and a $50 Starbucks gift card. There’s still time to enter – just get your post in before midnight tonight! Read the full details at their blog.



You Think I’m Strict?

I’ve been accused of being a strict parent before. Other parents have rolled their eyes at me and told me it was no big deal if my daughter didn’t say “please” and “thank you” at this age, and told me I was too harsh for dropping everything and leaving a playground if rules were broken. I was accused of being a helicopter mom because I wouldn’t let my three year old play in the front yard by herself.

But I’d like to think that setting boundaries now will make my job easier when Cordy wants to wear makeup at eight years old, or begs for a tattoo at fifteen. Hopefully, she’ll know the rules well enough to not even ask about those things. (Oh please oh please!) I don’t think I’m being too harsh, though – I give Cordy plenty of freedom within the boundaries of the rules.

Now I can say that a celebrity mom agrees with me. Actually, she’s more strict, and she knows far more than me about how to properly raise kids. Read my review of the book Mama Rock’s Rules to find out more about the parenting advice offered by Chris Rock’s mother.



Haiku Friday: Fractured

Some days I feel like
I am living several lives
all at the same time

At times I am a
blogger, writing about the
minutiae of life

Other times I am
a nursing student, tending
to the sick, learning

On rare occasions
I’m a seamstress, sewing a
dress for my daughter

But always I’m a
mother, on top of all the
other hats I wear

I feel fragmented
at times – pieces of me are
scattered everywhere

But my reasons for
all I do can be found in
two little faces

Occasionally my different lives come crashing together due to poor scheduling. Like this past week, where the overload of midterm paperwork forced me to cut back on blogging for a time. And Cordy has been, well, let’s just say not herself. I’ve got an enormous backlog of posts to read in Bloglines. And those I have read I haven’t had time to comment on.

So if you happen to be missing me at your blog, know that I’m missing you, too. And know that midterms are now finished, and I’ll start working on my backlog of reading this weekend. I’m far too neurotic to hit that “Mark all read” button – can’t chance missing something important. Or you can let me know if anything important has happened to you in this past week.

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You Leave Them Alone For Two Minutes…

There are times when I wonder how my two daughters can possibly be related. They do have some similar features, but while Cordelia is pale, blonde and curly-headed, Miranda is olive-skinned, brunette, and so far has straight hair. While Cordy always respected boundaries as a baby, Mira is the jailbreaker. Cordy was an early talker, and late walker. Mira is an early walker, and not interested in talking much. The slightest hint of my disapproval would send Cordy into tears, but Mira laughs at my attempts to correct her. Two girls could not be more different.

And then there are times when I see a hint of baby Cordy in Mira. Like today.

Cordy, 2005 – 13 months old

Mira, 2008 (this morning) – 11 months old


This is what they both choose to do when I walk out of the room for two minutes.

They’re clearly sisters.

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