I'm soooo excited!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Toddler Bullies
I just had my first experience of watching my son beat up by another kid and not able to do much about it. It was awful.
The scene:
We are at McDs playplace. There were lots of kids. Lots of boys. Rowdy to say the least. My boys were doing great. The usual, they pick a friend and follow them around. Running, climbing, go down the slides. John usually picks the only boy who is older than the rest to befriend.
After a long time of playing I could hear Johns low, moaning cry. (He doesn't scream like Jake does.) I think the moan-cry is partly because he's embarassed for other kids to see him cry. I heard his cry and when I finally found him he told me his friend had hurt him. I knew the boy (later I find out his name is Maxwell) hurt John because John is tough and usually only cries when necessary (unlike Jake.) I hugged John and told him to find a new friend to play with because I didn't know Maxwell's mommy. Then John said, "no." and gave me a look like 'why don't you do something?' So I turned to Maxwell and said, "did you hurt John?" as sweet as possible. I do not like disciplining kids who are not mine, especially strangers. What if his crazy white trash mom was watching me? And then she would plot to meet me in the parking lot and jump me. Anyway, Maxwell said he didn't hurt John. I knew it wasn't the truth but what could I do? So I just said to both boys, "let's be nice friends. no hitting. no hurting each other." again, as sweet as tone as possible. Ten minutes later....
There are about 5 boys bouncing in this little play-cove. They are all rough and tumble. It's hard to stop it because the boys love this stuff. I watched carefully. Jake got hurt twice, I pulled him out while he screamed. As if that wasn't sad enough, I see John get stomped on by Maxwell. Hard. Then body slammed. Then his hands jumped on. All on purpose. John was crying out in pain and screaming. I was banging on the window yelling--really yelling--at Maxwell to stop. John was bawling--silently at this point. That's when I know it hurts--no sound comes out of a terrified purple scream face. I'm telling John over and over to get out of there. Finally I start to climb in to pull him out. Two other kids were on there way out and therefore I couldn't get in. At this point Maxwell has stopped stomping on him. He was staring at John who was bawling in pain and screaming, tears flowing. So what does little devil boy do? He kicks John as hard as he can in his ribs, twice. I swear I felt it in my own ribs.
I screamed at him to stop. The whole playplace full of parents staring right at me. I get John out and my adreniline is pumping. His mom rushes over and says, "what's going on? who did what?" etc. I said that her son was kicking mine, not even doing his crime any justice. So she says to her son, "did you kick this boy?" Of course Maxwell says, "no!"
I couldn't help it. I had to tattle. I said, "yes he did. I saw him. Several times."
After a tear-filled packing up and putting coats on, right before we left Maxwell and his mom came over and she forced him to say a reluctant "sorry." I forced John to murmer a reluctant "I forgive you."
I'm not judging Maxwell's mom. I totally realize the situation could be reversed. But in the end, I was just so sad to watch my son stomped on and then kicked in the ribs by a boy that he wanted to follow and have fun with. Poor Johnny.
The scene:
We are at McDs playplace. There were lots of kids. Lots of boys. Rowdy to say the least. My boys were doing great. The usual, they pick a friend and follow them around. Running, climbing, go down the slides. John usually picks the only boy who is older than the rest to befriend.
After a long time of playing I could hear Johns low, moaning cry. (He doesn't scream like Jake does.) I think the moan-cry is partly because he's embarassed for other kids to see him cry. I heard his cry and when I finally found him he told me his friend had hurt him. I knew the boy (later I find out his name is Maxwell) hurt John because John is tough and usually only cries when necessary (unlike Jake.) I hugged John and told him to find a new friend to play with because I didn't know Maxwell's mommy. Then John said, "no." and gave me a look like 'why don't you do something?' So I turned to Maxwell and said, "did you hurt John?" as sweet as possible. I do not like disciplining kids who are not mine, especially strangers. What if his crazy white trash mom was watching me? And then she would plot to meet me in the parking lot and jump me. Anyway, Maxwell said he didn't hurt John. I knew it wasn't the truth but what could I do? So I just said to both boys, "let's be nice friends. no hitting. no hurting each other." again, as sweet as tone as possible. Ten minutes later....
There are about 5 boys bouncing in this little play-cove. They are all rough and tumble. It's hard to stop it because the boys love this stuff. I watched carefully. Jake got hurt twice, I pulled him out while he screamed. As if that wasn't sad enough, I see John get stomped on by Maxwell. Hard. Then body slammed. Then his hands jumped on. All on purpose. John was crying out in pain and screaming. I was banging on the window yelling--really yelling--at Maxwell to stop. John was bawling--silently at this point. That's when I know it hurts--no sound comes out of a terrified purple scream face. I'm telling John over and over to get out of there. Finally I start to climb in to pull him out. Two other kids were on there way out and therefore I couldn't get in. At this point Maxwell has stopped stomping on him. He was staring at John who was bawling in pain and screaming, tears flowing. So what does little devil boy do? He kicks John as hard as he can in his ribs, twice. I swear I felt it in my own ribs.
I screamed at him to stop. The whole playplace full of parents staring right at me. I get John out and my adreniline is pumping. His mom rushes over and says, "what's going on? who did what?" etc. I said that her son was kicking mine, not even doing his crime any justice. So she says to her son, "did you kick this boy?" Of course Maxwell says, "no!"
I couldn't help it. I had to tattle. I said, "yes he did. I saw him. Several times."
After a tear-filled packing up and putting coats on, right before we left Maxwell and his mom came over and she forced him to say a reluctant "sorry." I forced John to murmer a reluctant "I forgive you."
I'm not judging Maxwell's mom. I totally realize the situation could be reversed. But in the end, I was just so sad to watch my son stomped on and then kicked in the ribs by a boy that he wanted to follow and have fun with. Poor Johnny.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
In The Bedroom
i have to complain....must...get...energy...to...complain...must...get....energy...to...blog...
RE: raising my men-
the sleep thing is our biggest issue. i always thought that if john and jake slept through the night, or were "good sleepers" we would have no problems. sleep is huge. sleep is everything. even if the boys don't nap-which they don't- i'd be ok with that because they sleep at night. not so...
Been co-sleeping with john for nearly 4 1/2 yrs, with jake for nearly 3 yrs.
john had colic/acid refulx for many months and i could only comfort him by him sleeping on my chest, then next to me all cuddled up. i let him nurse in then night til he was freakin 2 years old. omg. that sounds crazy. when i was pregnant with jake, i was co-sleeping and nursing john. then nursing both boys at the same time, and co-sleeping with both boys. lord have mercy.
it seems like in the blink of an eye johnny is 4 and here we are still co-sleeping. enough is enough. i am so tired. i can count on 1 hand how many times i have slept 6 hrs straight in 4 yrs. i always have a crink in my neck. i wake up several times a night to comfort someone. so they finally got twin beds (they were sleeping in a full bed together.) now it's time to do the work. it is so hard.
last night i was up the entire night. i mean, what is this? a night with newborn twins?? this is ridiculous. jake wakes up, needs a cuddle, falls asleep. then john has a bad dream, needs a cuddle, then jake, then john...and on and on. then of course at 630am they're up and at 'em and i feel like i was asleep for maybe 7 min at a time.
it's all my fault. i hate saying that. i should have tackled this issue 3 years ago. what's done is done. movin forward.
tonight is a new night. *yawn*
RE: raising my men-
the sleep thing is our biggest issue. i always thought that if john and jake slept through the night, or were "good sleepers" we would have no problems. sleep is huge. sleep is everything. even if the boys don't nap-which they don't- i'd be ok with that because they sleep at night. not so...
Been co-sleeping with john for nearly 4 1/2 yrs, with jake for nearly 3 yrs.
john had colic/acid refulx for many months and i could only comfort him by him sleeping on my chest, then next to me all cuddled up. i let him nurse in then night til he was freakin 2 years old. omg. that sounds crazy. when i was pregnant with jake, i was co-sleeping and nursing john. then nursing both boys at the same time, and co-sleeping with both boys. lord have mercy.
it seems like in the blink of an eye johnny is 4 and here we are still co-sleeping. enough is enough. i am so tired. i can count on 1 hand how many times i have slept 6 hrs straight in 4 yrs. i always have a crink in my neck. i wake up several times a night to comfort someone. so they finally got twin beds (they were sleeping in a full bed together.) now it's time to do the work. it is so hard.
last night i was up the entire night. i mean, what is this? a night with newborn twins?? this is ridiculous. jake wakes up, needs a cuddle, falls asleep. then john has a bad dream, needs a cuddle, then jake, then john...and on and on. then of course at 630am they're up and at 'em and i feel like i was asleep for maybe 7 min at a time.
it's all my fault. i hate saying that. i should have tackled this issue 3 years ago. what's done is done. movin forward.
tonight is a new night. *yawn*
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Funny Guy
John and I were watching "16 and Pregnant"--a high quality MTV reality show. haha.
...It's a scene where the pregnant mom is giving birth to her baby. The girl pushes the baby out and John bursts into tears. I said, "Johnny, what's wrong?"
"It makes me sad to see that baby cry." He sobs.
"Well she's just a brand new born baby and babies cry a lot. But she's ok." I replied.
John says, "Well I wish I could buy that baby. I want to bring her home. And I will protect her because I am Spiderman."
...It's a scene where the pregnant mom is giving birth to her baby. The girl pushes the baby out and John bursts into tears. I said, "Johnny, what's wrong?"
"It makes me sad to see that baby cry." He sobs.
"Well she's just a brand new born baby and babies cry a lot. But she's ok." I replied.
John says, "Well I wish I could buy that baby. I want to bring her home. And I will protect her because I am Spiderman."
Monday, March 8, 2010
Operation Skinny Bitch (OSB)
I must talk about this. 
Please don't judge me. I should state that this "skinny bitch" diet/lifestyle is sugar-free, vegan, organic. Whoa.
It's day 16 on OSB. So far so good? I think so.
I need to state that this diet/lifestyle switch-a-roo is not about becomming skinny or being a skinny bitch. I am a petite person--hello? I'm 5 foot 1/4 inch tall. Therefore every 1/2 lb I gain is noticeable-very annoying. But as with all women, I have my problem areas. My biggest problem area is not my belly or hips or thighs but rather my bad habits.
I eat too much crap and I drink waaaay too much wine. I was feeling tired and unhealthy and I wanted to try to eat foods that would help me feel better about me, inside and out. Plus I'm super grossed-out by our country's meat industry. Just watch Food, Inc. http://www.foodincmovie.com/
OSB is just a new thing to try. I love all food. I love junk food. I love fast food. I love high calorie fattening food. I love healthy food too. I hate working out. I'll do it religiously for 6 weeks, then I quit completely. I know I need to exercise in order to stay healthy. That is my next big challenge--to exercise regularly. So maybe OSB will end the same as my my exercise routines and pretty soon I will resume my old disgusting ways of eating and drinking. Quick prayer: I hope not. I hope not. I hope not. I hope not!
It's not too difficult to stop eating meat or cheese and all the other obvious dairy products. But seriously, dairy is in almost everything! And sugar (The Devil) and all it's evil siblings are in just about all processed foods too.
As if it's not hard enough to only eat foods w/ zero sugar (even all the fake sugars, i.e. aspartame,) It's even more daunting to only choose truly organic foods and non-gmo and all that confusing stuff. It's even harder to cook and then watch my family enjoy steaks and juicy burgers and tacos and burritos and fajitas, meatballs, fried chicken, and cheesey creamy pastas. I could go on and on. My mouth is watering.
I've messed up a few times. Just with the sugar thing: I had wine a few times. Like last night watching The Oscars, I had like 3 glass, whoops! That's a lot of sugar. Oh well. Back on the wagon today.
I have lost a little weight, which is a huge motivator to keep it up. Please wish me luck because I need it badly.
http://www.skinnybitch.net/
Please don't judge me. I should state that this "skinny bitch" diet/lifestyle is sugar-free, vegan, organic. Whoa.It's day 16 on OSB. So far so good? I think so.
I need to state that this diet/lifestyle switch-a-roo is not about becomming skinny or being a skinny bitch. I am a petite person--hello? I'm 5 foot 1/4 inch tall. Therefore every 1/2 lb I gain is noticeable-very annoying. But as with all women, I have my problem areas. My biggest problem area is not my belly or hips or thighs but rather my bad habits.
I eat too much crap and I drink waaaay too much wine. I was feeling tired and unhealthy and I wanted to try to eat foods that would help me feel better about me, inside and out. Plus I'm super grossed-out by our country's meat industry. Just watch Food, Inc. http://www.foodincmovie.com/
OSB is just a new thing to try. I love all food. I love junk food. I love fast food. I love high calorie fattening food. I love healthy food too. I hate working out. I'll do it religiously for 6 weeks, then I quit completely. I know I need to exercise in order to stay healthy. That is my next big challenge--to exercise regularly. So maybe OSB will end the same as my my exercise routines and pretty soon I will resume my old disgusting ways of eating and drinking. Quick prayer: I hope not. I hope not. I hope not. I hope not!
It's not too difficult to stop eating meat or cheese and all the other obvious dairy products. But seriously, dairy is in almost everything! And sugar (The Devil) and all it's evil siblings are in just about all processed foods too.
As if it's not hard enough to only eat foods w/ zero sugar (even all the fake sugars, i.e. aspartame,) It's even more daunting to only choose truly organic foods and non-gmo and all that confusing stuff. It's even harder to cook and then watch my family enjoy steaks and juicy burgers and tacos and burritos and fajitas, meatballs, fried chicken, and cheesey creamy pastas. I could go on and on. My mouth is watering.
I've messed up a few times. Just with the sugar thing: I had wine a few times. Like last night watching The Oscars, I had like 3 glass, whoops! That's a lot of sugar. Oh well. Back on the wagon today.
I have lost a little weight, which is a huge motivator to keep it up. Please wish me luck because I need it badly.
http://www.skinnybitch.net/
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Oscar Night!
I'm so excited for The Oscars tonight! I love movies so so so much. It is a great escape for me. Most of the movies/actors nominated are in my queue. But I did see Julie & Julia, The Hurt Locker, Inglourious Basterds, Food, Inc., District 9 and Up--because I am a SAHM I saw this one about 42 times and counting.
Chick Flick Alert! Or more like, Mom-Movie Alert!
Last night I watched the movie, "Motherhood," starring Uma Thurman as Eliza, Minnie Driver, and the guy from E.R.
Not the best movie in the world or even close, but I enjoyed it. I watched it all alone which was nice--At 11pm when the boys finally decided to catch some zzz's. :)
-The flick takes place in NYC in one single day. It's all about the dilemas of marriage, work, motherhood, to-do-lists, and trying to keep it together and not lose herself in it all.
I think Uma is brilliant. I mean, this woman can do it all. First of all she is gorgeous. "Pulp Fiction?" "Kill Bill?" "The Truth About Cats and Dogs?" "Batman & Robin?" --yes I've seen this one lately; she's the character "Poison Ivy" and John loves her--haa! As Eliza in "Motherhood," she is frazzled and sweaty and overwhelmed and yet so loving and loveable. You just feel for her throughout her rough day.
I'm blogging!
Well, here it goes. I have a lot to say, good and bad. To read my blog you definitely need to bear with me through thick and thin, very thin, like so thin it's see-through. k? k.
I stay home to raise my little men and sometimes I get so wrapped up in the daily routine, struggles, and fun stuff, that I become isolated with toddlers. I've sort of given up my "grown- up" life, meaning I don't really have the social life that used to fulfill me. I miss that life. Dearly. Yet at the very same time, I don't miss it. Confusing, I know. So, day to day I struggle to stay in the moment and truly cherish and enjoy this time with my little guys, all the while trying to keep it cool, stay patient, and get all my duties done. I consider myself extremely lucky to stay at home to raise them. It is not done without huge monetary and social sacrifice. Until you stay home 24/7 with your kids, you probably can't fully appreciate the go-to-work-grown-up-socializing-seeing other adults day to day-life. Some days-the grass is greener on the other side. But most of the time, I'd say my grass is rainbow green! I love being a mom to John and Jake. They are funny lil guys with a lot a lot a lot of energy. This my S.A.H.M. life!
I stay home to raise my little men and sometimes I get so wrapped up in the daily routine, struggles, and fun stuff, that I become isolated with toddlers. I've sort of given up my "grown- up" life, meaning I don't really have the social life that used to fulfill me. I miss that life. Dearly. Yet at the very same time, I don't miss it. Confusing, I know. So, day to day I struggle to stay in the moment and truly cherish and enjoy this time with my little guys, all the while trying to keep it cool, stay patient, and get all my duties done. I consider myself extremely lucky to stay at home to raise them. It is not done without huge monetary and social sacrifice. Until you stay home 24/7 with your kids, you probably can't fully appreciate the go-to-work-grown-up-socializing-seeing other adults day to day-life. Some days-the grass is greener on the other side. But most of the time, I'd say my grass is rainbow green! I love being a mom to John and Jake. They are funny lil guys with a lot a lot a lot of energy. This my S.A.H.M. life!
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