I know this is bragging, but really isn't that what the theme of this entire site is anyway?
Today my son got an email (through me) from his child care provider (and good friend) Jo. Here it is:
Sam,
Yesterday you were so smart in suggesting that you watch for Carson’s bus (when I was going back and forth while feeding the little children). I know you had help other days, but I forgot to ask you yesterday and am so glad you thought of it. You are such a big helper! Today when I was watching for Carson’s bus, I missed you! Thank you for all your help with holding a bottle, getting trash bags, watching for the bus, etc.
Love you!
Jo
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
BMB: Bad Wife
In addition to bad mom moments, my days are often punctuated by bad wife moments. Yours? Of course not.
Today, in all of the wildness that is caring for a sick child, we sat down to eat lunch. Sam said a very nice prayer, which he had to start twice due to my knocking over the curious george book mid-sentence and kate yelling "George! George!" I lift up my sandwich to take a bite and open to the first page of George, when the phone rings. Of course, it could only be one person. Stuart.
I admit, I'd been waiting for him to call all morning to tell my tale of woe and I was anxious to get lunch over to make it to coveted nap time.
So I answered the phone: "OH, hello Stuart! How are you doing today? I love you so much!"
No.
"Do you, like, think of what could be the worst possible time to call us and then pick up the phone to dial? It seems like you always call as soon as we sit down for lunch or put someone in bed. Stuart? Stuart?"
Fortunately (or unfortunately) it was Stuart who caught this tirade at his thoughtful call home. But man, what a way to greet someone. Poor thing. After a quick apology, we did chat and he got to talk to the kids, but I've since called to add some more groveling to the batch. Good grief, Jaime.
Today, in all of the wildness that is caring for a sick child, we sat down to eat lunch. Sam said a very nice prayer, which he had to start twice due to my knocking over the curious george book mid-sentence and kate yelling "George! George!" I lift up my sandwich to take a bite and open to the first page of George, when the phone rings. Of course, it could only be one person. Stuart.
I admit, I'd been waiting for him to call all morning to tell my tale of woe and I was anxious to get lunch over to make it to coveted nap time.
So I answered the phone: "OH, hello Stuart! How are you doing today? I love you so much!"
No.
"Do you, like, think of what could be the worst possible time to call us and then pick up the phone to dial? It seems like you always call as soon as we sit down for lunch or put someone in bed. Stuart? Stuart?"
Fortunately (or unfortunately) it was Stuart who caught this tirade at his thoughtful call home. But man, what a way to greet someone. Poor thing. After a quick apology, we did chat and he got to talk to the kids, but I've since called to add some more groveling to the batch. Good grief, Jaime.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
BMB: Oh the horror: Halloween, Part One
(I refer to this as Part One, because with more than 2 months until the big day, I am sure there will be more posts about this favorite of kiddie holidays.)
Today's bad mom trait: I don't like girly costumes.
Last year, Kate was a quite adorable ladybug. Easy, cuddly, and cute. But this year, as we start to see the costumes pop up at some of our favorite kiddie stores, I noticed that the big girl costumes are all, well, girly. There are basically three choices: fairies, princesses, or butterflies. They are all pastel and glittery, and come with either the essential wand, tiara, or wings. Ugh.
It sounds cute, when someone else talks about their little butterflies and candy cane fairies, but it just seems SO... foo foo. Kate's not a foo foo girl. I don't think.
I want her to be a kitty cat (with whiskers, but not with glitter, and not to be confused with the "pussy cat dolls" of skanky pop-culture variety) or maybe a pirate girl to match her brother's pirate theme. She's not old enough to choose, is she? Maybe Dora? That's not too bad, and definitely doesn't include sparkles. Unless she's Princess Dora.
I think I'm in for it.
Today's bad mom trait: I don't like girly costumes.
Last year, Kate was a quite adorable ladybug. Easy, cuddly, and cute. But this year, as we start to see the costumes pop up at some of our favorite kiddie stores, I noticed that the big girl costumes are all, well, girly. There are basically three choices: fairies, princesses, or butterflies. They are all pastel and glittery, and come with either the essential wand, tiara, or wings. Ugh.
It sounds cute, when someone else talks about their little butterflies and candy cane fairies, but it just seems SO... foo foo. Kate's not a foo foo girl. I don't think.
I want her to be a kitty cat (with whiskers, but not with glitter, and not to be confused with the "pussy cat dolls" of skanky pop-culture variety) or maybe a pirate girl to match her brother's pirate theme. She's not old enough to choose, is she? Maybe Dora? That's not too bad, and definitely doesn't include sparkles. Unless she's Princess Dora.
I think I'm in for it.
Monday, August 25, 2008
A social and video game hound
My son has officially been possessed by the video game bug. He and his father spent every spare moment this weekend playing Indiana Jones Wii. At first I embraced it-- good for problem solving and hand/eye coordination, as well as bonding time between father and son. By Sunday night, though, I thought if I heard that Indiana Jones theme song one more time (the one I thought was so fun and clever before), I would whip that game right back to the ark itself.
He was also quite the social butterfly this weekend, attending not one, but three birthday parties (counting Grandma's). I'm becoming quite the expert on gifting to 5-6-and 7-year-olds, but some of those girl things still elude me. I mean, what is the Littlest Pet Shop, and how old is old enough for Hannah Montana? And if someone forbids Barbie purchases, does that include the High School Musical barbies, or not?
On a Kate note, she's becoming so big that I hardly recognized her in the pictorial directory pictures we took Friday. One thing that she does that I think is particularly cute right now is if a friend falls down, or me, or Sam, she says, "O-tay, Sam?" "O-tay, Mommy?" See, she has a sensitive side.
He was also quite the social butterfly this weekend, attending not one, but three birthday parties (counting Grandma's). I'm becoming quite the expert on gifting to 5-6-and 7-year-olds, but some of those girl things still elude me. I mean, what is the Littlest Pet Shop, and how old is old enough for Hannah Montana? And if someone forbids Barbie purchases, does that include the High School Musical barbies, or not?
On a Kate note, she's becoming so big that I hardly recognized her in the pictorial directory pictures we took Friday. One thing that she does that I think is particularly cute right now is if a friend falls down, or me, or Sam, she says, "O-tay, Sam?" "O-tay, Mommy?" See, she has a sensitive side.
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