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just another thursday morning

dear world,

all ready for school!

all ready for school!

this morning, V woke up at 6:15a. now, usually, i have from 6:30a-6:45a to get myself together in terms of packing lunches, putting on work clothes, having a cup of coffee in the quiet before the chaos. not today.

then, after breakfast, as we’re rushing around trying to get out the door for work and school, it got a little out of order. i asked the girls to put on their socks and shoes, but suddenly i have to pee. not like, i’l wait until i get to work, but i have to pee now. i head to the bathroom where N repeatedly attempts to climb in my lap. then my nose starts running. finally, with backpacks on and lunches in hand i turn to lock the door and realize i’m barefoot. the kids do in fact have shoes on, but i don’t.

seriously? i win. i still made it to work on time.

how do you manage the morning chaos?

cm

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night night, baby

dear world,

when V was around 2 years old, her best game was putting her puppy to bed. she would pull all the dish towels out of the drawer and cover her puppy up over and over again. night night, puppy!

now, as N approaches 2, she plays the same game. M and i watched her over the past couple of days searching for a towel, a blanket, a shirt to cover up whatever baby she happened to be playing with at the time. night night baby!

it’s amazing to me how identically my two little girls choose to play. and it’s not like N can model off of V. V doesn’t really play that game anymore. amazed,

cm

well loved books

dear world,

last night during settle down, N picked out a very old board book. i mean, it went through 2 kids before my 2 even got a hold of it. the book is so worn that the pages are almost impossible to turn. it’s a board book, so they’re extra thick which means the edges get soft and worn away. which means they stick like glue. i literally had to pry the pages apart with my finger nail.

now that’s love.

cm

saturday morning at the zoo

dear world,

an old friend came to town this weekend with his 2 year old daughter whom we have never met. what better place to let the kids get to know each other than the zoo?

we got there a little after they opened and his daughter, also a V, very specifically wanted to see the elephants and rhinos. then the tigers and lions. then my girls pretty much directed traffic.

komodo dragon, columbus zoo

however, right around elephants N decided that the stroller was for the birds and she wanted to walk with the big kids. needless to say, this slowed our progress somewhat. we could have hit way more areas today, but the kids had a great time wandering about at their own pace. the problem was when it was time to go. no one wanted to walk then. 3 parents carrying 1 child each all the way from australia to the exit gate.

at least we got to see the komodo dragon. dragons were also apparently on the second V’s list and fortunately, the komodo dragon woke up just as we walked past its area. it’s giant tongue flickered and it walked back and forth across it’s floor, all the while ogling our lovely ladies.

here’s looking at you, kid.

why is parenting so surprising?

dear world,

i read two different posts today about parenting. one written by a mother surprised at her pre-parent and post-parent behaviors and the other by a father of 3 boys under the age of 5 reminiscent of the momastery article that stood out to me last year.

these three articles all admit that parenting is hard and that it’s ok to be frustrated by it sometimes. in the article about behaviors, she writes that she never thought she would be the mother with one screaming kid under each arm heading out of the store. i’ve been there. why on earth do we think that our children will behave flawlessly at all times? as adults, we certainly do not behave flawlessly.

the father writes

You are not a terrible parent if you can’t figure out a way for your children to eat as healthy as your friend’s children do. She’s obviously using a bizarre and probably illegal form of hypnotism.

You are not a terrible parent if you yell at your kids sometimes. You have little dictators living in your house. If someone else talked to you like that, they’d be put in prison.

You are not a terrible parent if you can’t figure out how to calmly give them appropriate consequences in real time for every single act of terrorism that they so creatively devise.

You are not a terrible parent if you’d rather be at work.

You are not a terrible parent if you just can’t wait for them to go to bed.

You are not a terrible parent if the sound of their voices sometimes makes you want to drink and never stop.

You’re not a terrible parent.

i remember when i went back from maternity leave after N was born and another mother asked me if i was looking forward to some quiet time. i have to say i honestly was. i dreamed that i would write while i was on leave and i barely took a shower. i never thought my back seat would be filled with random goldfish and sippy cups from who knows when. in fact, right now, my car is still full of all the stuff we took on our trip to PA. last saturday. toys, snacks, the magnadoodle- it’s all still there just waiting for me.

as i mentioned earlier this week, my big kid has forgotten how to listen. my baby hit the terrible twos about  a month ago and hasn’t looked back and she’s only 20 months. but, i do my best. M does his best. and in the end, i think our lovely ladies will turn out just fine.

still trying to do my best (even when i just want them to go to sleep already),

cm

repetition

dear world,

over the past few days, i feel like i have said a total of 3 or 4 sentences, but that i said them about 100 times each. V has forgotten how to listen. or possibly how to hear at all.

put your shoes on. in the mornings, there are lots of things to do before we can get out of the house and putting on one’s shoes is fairly important. i don’t expect the baby to put on her shoes. she is frankly a master and removing them in 2 seconds flat, but i do expect my big kid to make it happen. put your shoes on. V, put your shoes on. we can’t leave the house until you put your shoes on. why are your shoes not on? can you hear me? please put your shoes on. ok, i’ll put your shoes on for you. no! don’t take them off!

oh well. trying to remember it’s only a phase,

cm

a toilet paper milestone

dear world,

today, we reached a toilet paper milestone.

MHM had physical therapy this afternoon and i was late getting the kids. when i got home with the girls, it was 5:45pm and we usually eat at 6pm on the nose. fortunately, we planned super-easy, super-quick dinners for this week. however, putting dinner together with two lovely ladies running around in the background is never as simple as it seems.

except for tonight. V sat at the table and did art. N sat in her chair and read books quietly to herself. then, V read books to N in the kitchen. amazing. until suddenly, V says, i have to go potty! and races to the bathroom.

ok, i say, but i’m putting dinner together so you have to do it all yourself.

ok mom!

toilet paper imageshe did. she went potty, remembered to flush the toilet and washed her hands like a pro. eventually, i managed to get dinner on the table. MHM made it home and we ate. finally, after dinner, i managed to get a moment to use the bathroom myself.

and lo and behold, V had taken the empty toilet paper roll off the holder, put it on top of the trash can to be recycled and replaced the roll with a fresh one.

i cannot properly describe how i am feeling right now. to realize that i am no longer the only person in the house who is capable of replacing a toilet paper roll is pretty amazing. she is growing up and choosing to take responsibility on her own. i feel proud that she thought to do it herself and i didn’t have to say anything. i feel frightened because she’s capable of that kind of forethought. i feel baffled that i am so ridiculously excited about this development.

to be fair, MHM has replaced the toilet paper roll. but to continue to be fair, it was after much suggesting and possibly nagging. i gave up. and now, i have a partner.

bursting with toilet paper joy,

cm


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