Twuu Wuv

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Or as we preferred to call it in our house: Tuesday.

The day started with me getting home from work to give Aaron a Valentine’s Day card that he was already aware of because someone forgot to hide it when putting away the groceries and accidentally left it in plain sight this weekend. But unlike when he first saw it, I had signed my name. So, you know, it was still new.

Aaron then gave me a card and a box of chocolates, despite an agreement I thought we had made to not buy anything for each other. Apparently he had said I didn’t have to buy him anything, not that he wasn’t going to get me a gift. He should be coaching politicians on doublespeak, because he totally got that one past me.

Those actions were all accomplished from 8:00am until 8:05am. And that was pretty much our Valentine’s Day.

What about the rest of the day? Oh, that was pretty uneventful. He left for work, I went to bed. I got up early to go to a work meeting in the late afternoon and found Aaron and Mira in the living room. (He had to get the sick child from school.) Then I went to my work meeting, came home, we ate a quick dinner, put the kids to bed, watched a little TV, and then I fell asleep on the couch until it was time for me to get ready for work again.

It’s true, we’re romantics.

All joking aside, Valentine’s Day isn’t a big deal for us anymore. When we were dating we took it seriously, but with our wedding anniversary less than a month away from the national holiday for hearts and expensive jewelry, we’d rather save most of the romantic (and pricey) gestures for our anniversary – a date that actually has a significant meaning to us.

(And don’t get me started on all of the cute Valentine’s Day gifts and crafts I saw on Pinterest for moms with way more time than me to make for their kids. I do not feel obligated to whip up a special day for my kids, or create homemade Valentine’s cards for their classmates. Generic Care Bears valentines worked for me, so Tinkerbell valentines will work for them.)

I hope everyone had a fantastic Valentine’s Day and got to celebrate it as much as they wanted it to be celebrated. For me, I got a little surprise chocolate in my day and a reminder that my anniversary is less than a month away!



Adventures in Social Skills

Yesterday at school, as reported to me by Cordy’s teacher:

Teacher: Cordy, what snacks do they have in Room 14?

(Note: Room 14 is the special needs class Cordy visits at the end of the day.)

Cordy: It’s a secret. If you want a snack, then you need to go home and cook.

Thank goodness her teacher has a sense of humor and found it funny. Although I’m not entirely certain Cordy meant it to be funny. If that’s the case, then I’m REALLY glad her teacher has a sense of humor.
Every social interaction is a learning opportunity, right?



Early To Bed, Early To Rise

When Cordelia was a toddler, our friends and family marveled that we had her on such a great sleep schedule. Around 6:30 or 7:00pm each night, she would actually crawl (or later walk) to the stairs and point up to her room, letting us know that it was time for bed. We’d change her into her PJs, read her a book, and take her up to her crib. Then we’d place her in her crib and walk away. She’d often babble and talk to herself, but rarely did she cry or protest.

Comments like, “Wow, you’ve sleep trained her SO well!” were not uncommon, often followed by stories of how their child would fight bedtime, get up repeatedly, or cry at being imprisoned in the crib. It would be easy to pat ourselves on the back and take full credit for the amazingly peaceful nights we had with Cordy, but the truth is we had very little to do with it: Cordy was the one who determined her own bedtime.

At this point, you may still consider us the winners of the bedtime lottery. A toddler who goes to bed by 7pm every night, leaving you free to spend time with your spouse without interruption? We even had a period of several months where Cordy would sleep until 6am each morning. Yes, I’ll admit we were spoiled. (If you consider spoiled to also include a child who refused to nap during the day at all and had violent tantrums that we would later find out were symptoms of autism. But that’s not today’s topic.)

It did have its benefits, but there were downsides. First, she was always awake by 6am, meaning someone had to get up early with her. Second, her sleep schedule made it hard to do anything with her in the evenings, because no matter where we were, she was asleep by 7pm, and grumpy if moved. If we had a family gathering in the evening, we could count on finding her asleep on the floor long before 8pm.

Or asleep mid-cookie at Christmas (2007)

And then there’s one other problem.

While being asleep that early in the night is great for a toddler or preschooler, it isn’t as useful for a seven year old. To this day, Cordy still goes to bed early. It’s not a strict 7pm anymore, but she still has trouble staying awake any later than 8pm.

 Visiting friends 2 weeks ago, 7pm

The problem with this situation is that going to sleep so early makes it impossible to get her involved in many after-school activities, or even have a lot of time to spend with her family in the evening. She’s home from school by 5pm, does her homework, dinner by 6pm, and then it’s time to get ready for bed. We pushed bedtime back to 7:30pm (from 7pm), although there are still many nights when the clock has barely crossed into seven o’clock and Cordy is complaining that she is tired and wants to go to bed.

Occasionally we ask her to stay up late, and sometimes she can keep herself up until 9pm, but it takes a lot of effort. For New Year’s Eve this year, she was awake (although very groggy) until 11:30pm, but only because she slept for 40 minutes on our way home from the zoo that night.

New Year’s Eve

All of the advice books say to gradually step back the bedtime and in return the child will gradually start waking up later as well. Ha. Not this girl. No matter how late she’s up, her bedroom door still opens promptly at 6am and Little Miss Sunshine strolls down the stairs for the day. Only if we force her to stay up too late, Little Miss Sunshine turns into Little Miss Crabbypants quickly during the day, and keeping her up late again still does nothing to change her wake-up time. (But does make her progressively more grumpy.)

At this point, I don’t know what to do. I have the opposite problem of most parents: I want my child to stay up later! I’d like to give her the chance to take a class or be in a Girl Scout troop, but unless it’s offered on a Saturday it isn’t possible at the moment.

Anyone have any advice on how to convince a Sleeping Beauty to stay up later and enjoy the night?



Dog Person. Sort Of.

When I was six years old, my mom adopted our first cat. From that moment on, we always had cats in our house. Sometimes it was just one or two, other times a pregnant cat would find her way to our doorstep and suddenly we’d have a house full of whiskers and fur. My mom has a soft spot in her heart for a sad kitty, and even if we had no room, she’d still take the cat in and then work to find it a good home somewhere else. (She still does this today. But now she lives on a farm and can let them be barn cats if needed.)

It’s only natural, then, that I’d be a cat person, too. While I didn’t always like some of our cats, I still enjoyed sitting on the couch in the evening with a cat curled up next to me, purring loudly. As I settled in to my first apartment after college, one of the first must-have things I needed to make it feel like home was a cat.

Dogs? Dogs were cute, but I wasn’t as attached to them. I’d never pass up the chance to pet a cute puppy, but I’ve always been a little more cautious of dogs than I am with cats. This is probably due to a bad experience with a dog owned by one of my mom’s friends when I was younger. She was a large doberman that we had to pass by in order to get into the house.

I understand now that she was just a happy, excited dog that liked to bark and jump on people, but that same exuberance, in the mind of a four-year-old, translated to dog-wants-to-kill-me-and-eat-me. I was terrified. And we lived with that friend for part of a year,which meant I had to get past that killer dog in the backyard on a daily basis.

Since then, I’ve lost any fear of dogs, but I’ve still preferred my cats. Even when we decided to adopt a dog last month, my first concerns were to how my sweet kitties would handle the stress of a dog in the house. Loving the dog wouldn’t be a problem, but my cats would always come first.

Now that Cosmo is here, I’m forced to confess: I’m a sucker for that dog.

Not that Cosmo has made it easy for me, though. He’s chewed thru nearly every toy I’ve bought him – some in as little as an hour – costing us a small fortune in dog toys. When I’m not looking he’ll try to chew Mira’s shoes. Not any shoe he can find – just hers. He likes to lick me, which I generally don’t care for. He drools.

While I expected him to be a decent-sized dog, I didn’t expect him to double his size in a month. He’s stubborn, refuses to give up sitting on the couch (a habit he picked up in his foster home – at least we have compromised to have him only sit on one side of the couch), and even at 55+ pounds still thinks he’s a lap dog. He knows his basic manners, but all that puppy energy means he often forgets his commands when excited.

And he burps in my face. Ewww.

Unlike my cats, however, there is this constant desire for acceptance in his eyes. Each time he wrinkles his forehead and looks to me, I can see his mind furiously working, wondering if I’m pleased with whatever he’s doing, waiting for the next command, hoping I’ll just scratch his belly or give in and let him lick my hand. I know if he’s done something wrong before I even know the details of the actual offense: it’s written all over his face. (The guilty dog look may just be one of the best dog traits ever. I wish my kids had that look.)

Cosmo hangs out with us while watching TV. He can go with us to the park, or walk around our neighborhood, or travel in the car to spend time with friends at their house. As much as I refer to my Siamese cats as being dog-like in nature, they still want nothing to do with the world outside of our house, and generally wander off if the TV is on. All the dog wants in life is some food, a place to sleep, and most importantly, to be with us.

So I’m a dog person now. Sort of, I guess. I still don’t like being licked, and I refuse to budge on letting him on any furniture other than one corner of the couch, but I love when he greets me at the door each day with that wagging tail and I am thrilled at how well the kids respond to him.

I continue spending a fortune on new dog toys to keep him entertained. We even enrolled him in a doggie daycare program to give him more chances to socialize with other dogs and run out some energy one day a week.

Doggie daycare…seriously. The old non-dog-person me is shaking my head in disapproval right now. But he’s a part of the family now, so we’ll take care of his every need, including his need for socialization when we have busy weeks.

And the former non-dog-person me admits it’s hard to say no to that sweet puppy face.


What I’ve Been Up To This Week

It’s been a busy week for me. Aside from the normal work, kids, dog, etc., I also had a quick flight out to New York for one of those “is this really happening to me” moments.

Why? I’m now a brand ambassador for Slim-Fast for the next 4 months. I’ll be updating my progress on Losing My Hind and hosting some giveaways soon on Mommy’s Must Haves. But I’ll be sure to give you all a heads up here as well so you don’t miss out on a chance at some freebies!

Now just cross your fingers and hope that the winter storm heading our way doesn’t keep us stuck in the house all weekend. Because then I might have to resort to crafts or cooking or something to keep Cordy and Mira entertained, and we all KNOW that usually ends poorly, LOL!

Or maybe we’ll give this guy his first bath. If I can get him off the kids’ furniture.

For those of you in the storm’s path this weekend – stay warm and safe!

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