6.19.2008
Layout in Progress
I'm trying to change my layout here... what I want is for the blog content to span the entire width of the page. This template does that, but now I have to add some interesting graphic elements...
6.16.2008
Just A Moment Ago:
JOSPEH: "I love you Mommy!!"
ME: "Aw, thanks Buddy!! I love you too!"
JOSEPH: "I not talking to you, Mommy. I talking to my yogurt tube."
(???)
The upside, I suppose, is that the yogurt tube wasn't talking back...
ME: "Aw, thanks Buddy!! I love you too!"
JOSEPH: "I not talking to you, Mommy. I talking to my yogurt tube."
(???)
The upside, I suppose, is that the yogurt tube wasn't talking back...
6.15.2008
Get Moving!!
My daughter (you know, the Type A one) dawdles. Really dawdles. She could make a sneeze slow.
It's so bad that her teachers made reference to it on her report card, and she's in Kindergarten where (in theory) they can do no wrong. She told me one day that her teacher made her miss playtime because she took too long doing her work. (Secretly I was glad that her teacher did something about it.) Every school morning I feel like a Drill Sargent in my efforts to get her to class on time.
Then one day... I remembered the Type A thing. You know, the win at all costs, beat the timer mentality. Ha! The timer!
If I tell her to hurry up getting dressed, it takes about twenty minutes. Not sure what she`s doing, other than it involves a lot of talking to herself and mulling over which socks to wear.
However if I set the timer for, say, five to seven minutes, she beats it every time (and looks pretty pleased with herself). I don`t have to nag, and she feels like she`s won.
Works for me :-)
It's so bad that her teachers made reference to it on her report card, and she's in Kindergarten where (in theory) they can do no wrong. She told me one day that her teacher made her miss playtime because she took too long doing her work. (Secretly I was glad that her teacher did something about it.) Every school morning I feel like a Drill Sargent in my efforts to get her to class on time.
Then one day... I remembered the Type A thing. You know, the win at all costs, beat the timer mentality. Ha! The timer!
If I tell her to hurry up getting dressed, it takes about twenty minutes. Not sure what she`s doing, other than it involves a lot of talking to herself and mulling over which socks to wear.
However if I set the timer for, say, five to seven minutes, she beats it every time (and looks pretty pleased with herself). I don`t have to nag, and she feels like she`s won.
Works for me :-)
6.12.2008
Raising My Type A Child
Sports day bike parade...
(First of all let me reiterate that Alyssa is 5 1/2, and in Kindergarten. She is the youngest in her class, but has more than enough attitude and spunk to compensate.)
So we're moving around the back field of the school in the bike parade. Picture bumpy grass, and a long hill. The older kids are not really having any problems, but many of the younger ones are having to get off their bikes and push.
ME: "Darlin', just get off and push, ok? We're going to be left behind."
A: "No Mommy I want to pedal! I can DO it!"
She's pedalling furiously as the back wheel of her bike spins without gaining any traction, because, of course, her training wheels are hung up on lumps of grass.
I grab her handle bars in an attempt to help her along, only to be vehemently chastised:
"MOMMY!!! I want to DO IT MYSELF!!"
She won't let me pull, she won't get off and push, and she's stuck in the grass. I can feel my blood boiling out my ears as my own Type A control freak tendencies are being grossly stressed. I finally resort to threats:
"Do you want to go home??!!"
(oh the joys. Isn't sports day a hoot.)
We eventually make it to the gym, where the bikes are stored during the events, but not without her teacher having to hunt us down because we were so late.
All was well in the end, and we didn't miss any of the events. We even ended the day on a good note, with minimal head butting between us.
One of these days I'll figure out how to handle her in a way that is not as confrontational. Meanwhile I just take it day by day...
(First of all let me reiterate that Alyssa is 5 1/2, and in Kindergarten. She is the youngest in her class, but has more than enough attitude and spunk to compensate.)
So we're moving around the back field of the school in the bike parade. Picture bumpy grass, and a long hill. The older kids are not really having any problems, but many of the younger ones are having to get off their bikes and push.
ME: "Darlin', just get off and push, ok? We're going to be left behind."
A: "No Mommy I want to pedal! I can DO it!"
She's pedalling furiously as the back wheel of her bike spins without gaining any traction, because, of course, her training wheels are hung up on lumps of grass.
I grab her handle bars in an attempt to help her along, only to be vehemently chastised:
"MOMMY!!! I want to DO IT MYSELF!!"
She won't let me pull, she won't get off and push, and she's stuck in the grass. I can feel my blood boiling out my ears as my own Type A control freak tendencies are being grossly stressed. I finally resort to threats:
"Do you want to go home??!!"
(oh the joys. Isn't sports day a hoot.)
We eventually make it to the gym, where the bikes are stored during the events, but not without her teacher having to hunt us down because we were so late.
All was well in the end, and we didn't miss any of the events. We even ended the day on a good note, with minimal head butting between us.
One of these days I'll figure out how to handle her in a way that is not as confrontational. Meanwhile I just take it day by day...
6.05.2008
Sugar!!!
Ooh I want this book:
http://www.littlesugaraddicts.com/
WOW does this describe my two kids, from the silliness to the moodiness, and the emotional volatility.
I try and keep their sugar intake low, but I'm reluctant to cut them off completely, because I worry that they'll want it even more. I guess I figure that if I give them a little bit (i.e. about 1/4 cup of Daddy's Pepsi in their own cup, for instance) then their craving will be satisfied.
It's scary how the sugar adds up. Everything seems to contain it. There's the refined processed stuff that's in things like peanut butter, and the natural stuff that's in fruit and vegetables. To completely eliminate sugar from a diet would involve giving up a lot of foods that have other benefits.
Still, I think my focus going forward will be to reduce my kids' consumption of sugar even further. For instance I can put less peanut butter on their banana slices.
First on the agenda will be to get rid of the leftover chocolate birthday cake I made for my husband so the kids won't have anymore. As a dedicated Mother I guess it's my duty to take care of that ;-)
http://www.littlesugaraddicts.com/
WOW does this describe my two kids, from the silliness to the moodiness, and the emotional volatility.
I try and keep their sugar intake low, but I'm reluctant to cut them off completely, because I worry that they'll want it even more. I guess I figure that if I give them a little bit (i.e. about 1/4 cup of Daddy's Pepsi in their own cup, for instance) then their craving will be satisfied.
It's scary how the sugar adds up. Everything seems to contain it. There's the refined processed stuff that's in things like peanut butter, and the natural stuff that's in fruit and vegetables. To completely eliminate sugar from a diet would involve giving up a lot of foods that have other benefits.
Still, I think my focus going forward will be to reduce my kids' consumption of sugar even further. For instance I can put less peanut butter on their banana slices.
First on the agenda will be to get rid of the leftover chocolate birthday cake I made for my husband so the kids won't have anymore. As a dedicated Mother I guess it's my duty to take care of that ;-)
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