i am a fan of shoving random green things in my children's mouths, pureeing bits of nutrient rich stuff to fill out pancakes or thicken soups and such.
but even i was amazed to watch N sit down in a comfy chair after school today, one hand curled protectively around his ipod, his eyes trained on the screen and the other casually reaching in and out of a brown box of mushrooms.
then again, his current obsession is the super mario bros he was enthralled with and i seem to remember them operating out of mushroom land or something... maybe his fungal snack is no coincidence.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
raindrops aren't fallin on these heads
Look how well we can pretend to share! And love! But I'll go ahead and acknowledge that it took 15 tries to look this convincing :) Happy Saturday
Thursday, September 13, 2012
i must remember to remember this
it happens every time.
these frenzied mornings at home getting snapped at and frowned upon as i cram his little self into uniforms and shoes and stuff his arms full of backpacks and lunchboxes and instructions to "behave, behave, behave" ... fast forward to a prolonged exhalation and collapse into the recliner with the littler one. and an intense need to just love her up and cook and play all day, fantasizing all along that she will never talk to me like i know she will talk to me when she's 15, or even 5.
and two blessed days a week, i get to do that, but the other three i don't.
three blessed days a week i get to have a career, one (two actually) that i love, but in the morning, faced with going to work, I never want to go.
all the days begin the same. remember the recliner after the fury of getting N to kindergarten? i sit snuggling and sipping an iced coffee and dread leaving the domestic cocoon of home. eventually i can put it off no longer and i somehow slip in a shower or at least wash my hair in the sink. step one- check. it only takes 45 minutes to find an outfit that looks almost as good on me as it did before i had kids. step two- check. somewhere between the next few steps, of lipstick and shoes that click on the hard floor, the change occurs and i am back to working me. and working me is just as good as home with the kiddos me, but i always forget that until i am out the door, commuting to campus and assuming responsibility for other people's precious children (and all their tuition money).
i forget, every single time.
these frenzied mornings at home getting snapped at and frowned upon as i cram his little self into uniforms and shoes and stuff his arms full of backpacks and lunchboxes and instructions to "behave, behave, behave" ... fast forward to a prolonged exhalation and collapse into the recliner with the littler one. and an intense need to just love her up and cook and play all day, fantasizing all along that she will never talk to me like i know she will talk to me when she's 15, or even 5.
and two blessed days a week, i get to do that, but the other three i don't.
three blessed days a week i get to have a career, one (two actually) that i love, but in the morning, faced with going to work, I never want to go.
all the days begin the same. remember the recliner after the fury of getting N to kindergarten? i sit snuggling and sipping an iced coffee and dread leaving the domestic cocoon of home. eventually i can put it off no longer and i somehow slip in a shower or at least wash my hair in the sink. step one- check. it only takes 45 minutes to find an outfit that looks almost as good on me as it did before i had kids. step two- check. somewhere between the next few steps, of lipstick and shoes that click on the hard floor, the change occurs and i am back to working me. and working me is just as good as home with the kiddos me, but i always forget that until i am out the door, commuting to campus and assuming responsibility for other people's precious children (and all their tuition money).
i forget, every single time.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
hello karma, you bitch
and it has happened. the first bad behavior report :(
after a couple weeks of green apple good behavior, yesterday was apparently, "not a good day"
i am so disappointed.
and maybe slightly wondering if karma has come around after my gloating.
we have been doing fiengold, which translates to spending 16,000 to switch out all of our products that we thought were "clean" to even cleaner approved products. and i guess since we missed some of the prohibited stuff for the last two weeks, then we really weren't even doing fiengold at all... i guess it is promising that he had such a good response with what we have done, but overall, the backtracking behavior is so so frustrating! apparently that is to be expected in this first stage, as they essentially "detox" from what is built up in their systems. while i have never fed them much artificial anything, he has LIVED on salicylate containing fruits and vegetables all summer so there is certainly that to contend with, but wow.
when you tell your teacher you "don't have to listen" to her and cover your ears when she is talking to you and then "sssshhhh" another teacher while you are in trouble and sitting in the hallway....
at least he didn't punch anyone...
ahhhhh- i don't know if i can do it all. there is just so much to consider from the soaps in the school bathroom (or any public place really), to paint in the craft room and of course the shared treats and classroom parties. when i received the full 320 page shopping list, the enormity of it all hit me. part of me is desperate for this to work- it would explain so very much and solve even more and let him thrive. but honestly, the other part of me hopes it doesn't work so then the full program doesn't have to be our new and forever normal. one thing i am sure of though is anger. anger at the food industry that has allowed all this... shit... to be in our food. many times it is not even labeled and make no mistake, it IS shit. coal tar derivatives and petroleum and waste products of manufacturing just dumped into our food or used to refine all the oils used for cooking them. it is out of control. it makes me sick that you should have to spend money to get "the list" to find clean food for your family.
the night before yesterday's crazy day, he drew all over himself with markers. what kid has not done that? and it should be no big deal, except it was. as he was getting dressed last night, the remnants of all that artificial dye remained zigzagged across his fair little belly and it all came together. that simple act was like an iv of crazy for him. not all children, but for him. not food. just common childhood "things". it is truly a bummer. i HATE to be that crazy mom but i guess i have to be that crazy mom.
he is worth it. and no one is going to "ssshhhh" me about it.
after a couple weeks of green apple good behavior, yesterday was apparently, "not a good day"
i am so disappointed.
and maybe slightly wondering if karma has come around after my gloating.
we have been doing fiengold, which translates to spending 16,000 to switch out all of our products that we thought were "clean" to even cleaner approved products. and i guess since we missed some of the prohibited stuff for the last two weeks, then we really weren't even doing fiengold at all... i guess it is promising that he had such a good response with what we have done, but overall, the backtracking behavior is so so frustrating! apparently that is to be expected in this first stage, as they essentially "detox" from what is built up in their systems. while i have never fed them much artificial anything, he has LIVED on salicylate containing fruits and vegetables all summer so there is certainly that to contend with, but wow.
when you tell your teacher you "don't have to listen" to her and cover your ears when she is talking to you and then "sssshhhh" another teacher while you are in trouble and sitting in the hallway....
at least he didn't punch anyone...
ahhhhh- i don't know if i can do it all. there is just so much to consider from the soaps in the school bathroom (or any public place really), to paint in the craft room and of course the shared treats and classroom parties. when i received the full 320 page shopping list, the enormity of it all hit me. part of me is desperate for this to work- it would explain so very much and solve even more and let him thrive. but honestly, the other part of me hopes it doesn't work so then the full program doesn't have to be our new and forever normal. one thing i am sure of though is anger. anger at the food industry that has allowed all this... shit... to be in our food. many times it is not even labeled and make no mistake, it IS shit. coal tar derivatives and petroleum and waste products of manufacturing just dumped into our food or used to refine all the oils used for cooking them. it is out of control. it makes me sick that you should have to spend money to get "the list" to find clean food for your family.
the night before yesterday's crazy day, he drew all over himself with markers. what kid has not done that? and it should be no big deal, except it was. as he was getting dressed last night, the remnants of all that artificial dye remained zigzagged across his fair little belly and it all came together. that simple act was like an iv of crazy for him. not all children, but for him. not food. just common childhood "things". it is truly a bummer. i HATE to be that crazy mom but i guess i have to be that crazy mom.
he is worth it. and no one is going to "ssshhhh" me about it.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
you gotta take the good with the bad
one thing i never sat back to consider before the big N went off to his big school... that A and i will have two entire days together each week... alone.
she never got that official 'one on one' that the big man got until now and she is already SOAKING up the mommy and me time. i am so excited for some girlie time like we shared last friday night at turtle sculpture park while the boys went to a cardinals game.
you MIGHT notice that she looks wet. let me assure you that she is not... she is completely drenched after upending an entire 'leakproof' bottle of water into her lap. unfortunately since she is beyond the breastmilk poop out the top of the onsie explosion stage, i did not have a change of clothes with me.
i also didn't have an extra diaper- i am a rebel like that.
actually, i was out of disposables and didn't feel like taking cloth with me so i planned to head to target immediately after this little stop off.
anyway, i thought i'd let her run around awhile and dry off but at first she was not so keen on the giant leering turtles and mostly just clung to my leg like a soaked little starfish.
eventually though...
i was just getting ready to gather her up for the trip to target for a whole new outfit in addition to diapers when this happened:
very funny little wet one. way to POOP in your already soggy and demolished diaper.
very funny.
she never got that official 'one on one' that the big man got until now and she is already SOAKING up the mommy and me time. i am so excited for some girlie time like we shared last friday night at turtle sculpture park while the boys went to a cardinals game.
you MIGHT notice that she looks wet. let me assure you that she is not... she is completely drenched after upending an entire 'leakproof' bottle of water into her lap. unfortunately since she is beyond the breastmilk poop out the top of the onsie explosion stage, i did not have a change of clothes with me.
i also didn't have an extra diaper- i am a rebel like that.
actually, i was out of disposables and didn't feel like taking cloth with me so i planned to head to target immediately after this little stop off.
anyway, i thought i'd let her run around awhile and dry off but at first she was not so keen on the giant leering turtles and mostly just clung to my leg like a soaked little starfish.
eventually though...
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| Mommy time is the best! |
very funny little wet one. way to POOP in your already soggy and demolished diaper.
very funny.
you are the sunsine of my life (as long as you letting me watch my show and aren't stealing my toys)
theirs is a volatile love.
a love built on mutual respect of a good slice of whole wheat cinnamon toast and bananas.
a love forced to share the warmth of a small space heater in the air conditioned house.
a love forged on the necessity of appreciating the same sunday morning cartoons.
they don't know it yet, but they can't do life without each other ;)
a love built on mutual respect of a good slice of whole wheat cinnamon toast and bananas.
a love forced to share the warmth of a small space heater in the air conditioned house.
a love forged on the necessity of appreciating the same sunday morning cartoons.
they don't know it yet, but they can't do life without each other ;)
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