My daughter dug through the recycling bin for a box to use for a fairy house. Later, as my husband was leaving for work I heard him telling her something on the front porch. She immediately came in and asked my backside (I was washing dishes), "Where can I find another box? Dad says I can't use this one!"
"Why not?" I asked turning around
She said, "I don't know!?" as she held up the large Tampax box I had thrown in the recycling bin the day before.
Thank God he saw it before she carried over to the neighbors house!
Showing posts with label being a kid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being a kid. Show all posts
11/24/09
11/23/09
Does this Look Comfortable?
My children have been sleeping in shopping carts since they were toddlers. It actually makes shopping very nice. You know, all the quiet is good for shopping concentration. (After reading this over I realize it looks like I have shopping carts in my house and that I use those as their beds. This is far from the truth. My children just have a knack for falling asleep in the car on the way to the store which means I must a.) go home or 2.) put them in the cart to nap while I shop...okay, you may continue reading.)
I have had to adapt all kinds of things for padding and pillows for better comfort in the shopping cart: slings, purses, coats, towels, and blankets.
Then there are the things I have purchased when a child has fallen asleep in the cart mid-shopping trip for a more comfortable (ie: longer) nap: toilet paper packs, paper towels packs, pillow (I needed one anyway)...
By the way, on my job description is "very capable of adapting and thriving in any situation"!
11/14/09
Be Weird
My daughter B has been really into saying "Wouldn't it be weird?" statements lately...I am wondering if this is an eight year old thing. Her sister does it some but mostly, I think, because she does everything her big sister does.
Here is my favorite...
Wouldn't it be weird if someone took a photograph of a photograph of a photograph of a photograph of a photograph of a photograph?
Here she is as a first time honor roll student.
Here is my favorite...
Wouldn't it be weird if someone took a photograph of a photograph of a photograph of a photograph of a photograph of a photograph?
Here she is as a first time honor roll student.
10/27/09
Tight Pants before Pumpkins
So this morning as I was pretending to be a grown up getting dressed for a job and my hubby was lounging in bed pretending he wasn't going to be late I slipped on a pair of tights. I had already put my shirt on, and moments before tried on a pair of pants and then decided against them. Let me also preface with it was dark and my hubby was half-awake. Soooo, with said tights on, standing beside the bed, I hear my hubby go "Uhhhh...."
I look at him and see he is staring at my tights. Within milliseconds I knew what he is thinking and responded with "What, are these pants too tight?"
And tonight we are letting the kids stay up past their bedtimes to watch The Great Pumpkin! Woo Hoo!!! So excited! I remember watching it as a child every Halloween with my siblings.
This is going to be Nostalgia squared: remembering it's awesomeness from my childhood while creating new memory of it's awesomeness with my girls!
I look at him and see he is staring at my tights. Within milliseconds I knew what he is thinking and responded with "What, are these pants too tight?"
And tonight we are letting the kids stay up past their bedtimes to watch The Great Pumpkin! Woo Hoo!!! So excited! I remember watching it as a child every Halloween with my siblings.
This is going to be Nostalgia squared: remembering it's awesomeness from my childhood while creating new memory of it's awesomeness with my girls!
Scary Movies
This post is inspired by Speaking from the Crib....
I grew up the baby in a family of four kids. By the time my mom had me, she was pretty used to kids and their shitty diapers and fighting and whining. Unlike my older siblings, I was allowed to play in and eat dirt, sleep in my parents bed when I escaped from my crib with a top on it (that, folks, is a WHOLE 'nother post), and was often left alone with my older siblings to care for me. Now, I am not trying to paint a scary, abused, poor-me picture- these parts were actually pretty good. I am just trying to show that once you have one kid and you keep them alive for their first year or two you aren't so freaked out when the next one comes along (case in point: a lady I know who was pregnant with her sixth and decided to go down the very high, fast, scary water-enema slide at the waterpark. She was fine, baby-in-utero was fine).
So back to my mom, she was very loving and caring. She wasn't prone to hovering over me in fear of some detrimental event happening to me. I played outside, by myself for the whole day in the summer. I followed my brother around with all the boys and played WAR. I climbed trees, I rode my bike around the neighborhood without a helmet or supervision. Hell, I rode my Big Wheel (remember those?) around the neighborhood alone. And if I was on a Big Wheel, I couldn't have been more than 4 or 5. It was the 70's, I had siblings keeping an eye on me, she figured.
One thing about my mom having four kids was if she wanted something she was probably going to have to do it with a kid. Example: she used to fix two pieces of jelly toast as a sweet night-time snack for herself. Well, as soon as we smelled what was cooking we would all toddle by taking one bite and then another. Eventually my very slim mom realized if she wanted to actually consume TWO pieces of toast she better make 6 pieces. I remember thinking, "Wow, mom sure can eat a lot of jelly toast" seeing her with a plate of 6 pieces. I wasn't old enough to add up how many she actually got to consume.
Apparently, if she wanted to watch a movie, one or more of us would be watching it with her. When I was about five or so, she wanted to see Halloween when it came on HBO, and since I was the youngest and didn't have to get up for school she said I could watch it with her. She laid on one couch, I laid on the other. During the non-scary parts I would watch from my couch, but when the shit was about to hit the fan I would fly over and dive under her arm. She would then let me know it was over and I could come out.
Soon, I was watching other scary movies. Poltergeist (sheesh what a mind job for a little kid), Freddy Kruger, Jason, Swamp Thing, When a Stranger Calls....my siblings and I would sit two feet from the carnage in rapt attention. I can't imagine letting my kids watch anything like these. I mean, Zo has just gotten over the part of Nemo with the sharks being scary!
But this is now and that was then. I don't think there was any negatvie effects on my development. In fact, today, I enjoy scary movies, A LOT. But I usually won't watch them at night for fear of the nightmarish images adding to my ability to hallicunate in the dark...Think I just found my next post!
I grew up the baby in a family of four kids. By the time my mom had me, she was pretty used to kids and their shitty diapers and fighting and whining. Unlike my older siblings, I was allowed to play in and eat dirt, sleep in my parents bed when I escaped from my crib with a top on it (that, folks, is a WHOLE 'nother post), and was often left alone with my older siblings to care for me. Now, I am not trying to paint a scary, abused, poor-me picture- these parts were actually pretty good. I am just trying to show that once you have one kid and you keep them alive for their first year or two you aren't so freaked out when the next one comes along (case in point: a lady I know who was pregnant with her sixth and decided to go down the very high, fast, scary water-enema slide at the waterpark. She was fine, baby-in-utero was fine).
So back to my mom, she was very loving and caring. She wasn't prone to hovering over me in fear of some detrimental event happening to me. I played outside, by myself for the whole day in the summer. I followed my brother around with all the boys and played WAR. I climbed trees, I rode my bike around the neighborhood without a helmet or supervision. Hell, I rode my Big Wheel (remember those?) around the neighborhood alone. And if I was on a Big Wheel, I couldn't have been more than 4 or 5. It was the 70's, I had siblings keeping an eye on me, she figured.
One thing about my mom having four kids was if she wanted something she was probably going to have to do it with a kid. Example: she used to fix two pieces of jelly toast as a sweet night-time snack for herself. Well, as soon as we smelled what was cooking we would all toddle by taking one bite and then another. Eventually my very slim mom realized if she wanted to actually consume TWO pieces of toast she better make 6 pieces. I remember thinking, "Wow, mom sure can eat a lot of jelly toast" seeing her with a plate of 6 pieces. I wasn't old enough to add up how many she actually got to consume.
Apparently, if she wanted to watch a movie, one or more of us would be watching it with her. When I was about five or so, she wanted to see Halloween when it came on HBO, and since I was the youngest and didn't have to get up for school she said I could watch it with her. She laid on one couch, I laid on the other. During the non-scary parts I would watch from my couch, but when the shit was about to hit the fan I would fly over and dive under her arm. She would then let me know it was over and I could come out.
Soon, I was watching other scary movies. Poltergeist (sheesh what a mind job for a little kid), Freddy Kruger, Jason, Swamp Thing, When a Stranger Calls....my siblings and I would sit two feet from the carnage in rapt attention. I can't imagine letting my kids watch anything like these. I mean, Zo has just gotten over the part of Nemo with the sharks being scary!
But this is now and that was then. I don't think there was any negatvie effects on my development. In fact, today, I enjoy scary movies, A LOT. But I usually won't watch them at night for fear of the nightmarish images adding to my ability to hallicunate in the dark...Think I just found my next post!
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