“I think God made us so we could toot because that noise is HILARIOUS!” [Read more from Laylee at Parenting.com]
Parenting
It’s Easy to Solve Other Moms’ Problems
I came to realize if I judged them or their obnoxious kids, my own kids and I would likely go through the same obnoxious stage about 15 minutes later. [read more at Parenting.com]
There’s No Place Like Home…
Except Prince Eric’s Love Nest. [read more]
Photographic Debut
Dan and I are passing our love of photography on to the children. Lately Laylee’s been using my camera to capture the world from her perspective.
Tip Tuesday — Picky Spice and Other Instances of Parental Trickery
Spouses? Spice? Spizals?
This Tip Tuesday is about tricking your kids… in a good way… in a way that helps them become better people because they have no clue what’s really going on with their parents… in a way that masks your neuroses so that they can develop neuroses of their own without having to resort to following in your oh-so-strange footsteps.
Dan hates mushrooms and olives. I, on the other hand, have taste buds. When we were first married, Dan would pick things he didn’t like out of his food, while I sat mortified until I exploded and said that once we had kids he could NEVER NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. I would not raise finicky kids. Period.
This was a sore spot in our marriage. Then we had Laylee. She didn’t talk much, drooled frequently and seemed unfazed by Dan’s mountain of black olive bits. So he carried on. Eventually I could see her eyes beginning to focus, she began speaking in full poetic verse, complete with 5-syllable words in iambic pentameter and I knew it was time but Dan was reluctant to change.
So we developed a system for picky spouses/spice. When I make something that contains a rogue element which Dan finds repulsive, I will dish his portion carefully to avoid giving him too much of the hated item. I will then make some comment about how tasty the mushrooms are and beg him to share his with me… for love… and chivalry.
He always concedes to do so, thus looking like a hero instead of a Picky Mickey. The children see how desirable the item is if I’m begging for it and grow up to be happy mushrootarians. And the peasants rejoice.
I know you all have weirdness. How do you hide it from your little peeps?
The Potty Training Answer Book
This lovely little book about potty training has done a number on me. Just binging up the topic of potty training now that Magoo’s nearing 2 and a half makes me twitch a little. I delight in the fact that he’s not showing the signs of readiness. Rather than looking forward with excitement to that milestone, I find the signs of readiness alarming because I am not yet ready and do not want to deal with training him when he is.
I thought reviewing Karen Deerwester’s book of answers might be thing I needed to push me towards the next big step in Magoo’s development. Not so. She has a very calming and relaxed approach to potty training, describing how each parent should come up with a personal plan for each child to help them become successful, given their unique personality and temperament.
She tells parents to chill out, advice I definitely could have used when I first started with Laylee, convince I should train her the same way I was trained even though we are totally different in temperament. I created an emotional and physical battleground in our little condo that I shudder to remember, so insistent that I be “right” about what her body was doing.
Reading the calming and enthusiastic book actually stressed me out more because of all the questions she addresses. Laylee was never afraid of toilets! Oh no! Maybe Magoo will be. Laylee never pooped in potted plants or behind furniture. Ack! Maybe Magoo will. The advice in the book was good and covered a really wide range of potty training issues. I guess I just don’t want to need all that advice. I’m hoping Magoo will self-train before the age of 12. Here’s to pleasant dreams and happy fantasies!
My Inner Two-Year-Old
Wishes and Dreams
Special Parenting Powers
I will forevermore dazzle my friends at play dates and freshman mixers now that I’ve come up with the best superpowers ever. I want a highly-directional periscopic nose and extendible lips. These are powers I never would have dreamed of until becoming a mother. [read more at Parenting.com]
WE DON’T YELL IN THIS FAMILY!
Yesterday I caught myself yelling at the top of my lungs for them to just be quiet. I put Laylee in timeout. “Laylee,” I said calmly, “Do we yell in this family?”
She looked up at me with utter confusion, a look that said… [read more]