Kate and I went to Santi-Cali-Gon today with the girls, just to do a little pre-shopping. Apparently everyone has figured out the Friday pre-shopping thing, because it was craziness. Anyway, the girls know how I try to avoid any "Princess" things for Kate. I don't know why, exactly. I just think kids come naturally endowed thinking that they run the show all the time and so we don't need to provide them a label that justifies that. I'm not opposed to the Disney princesses (at least no more than the next mom who has listened to one of those movies 80 times).
So, the girls thought it would be super-fun to have Kate try on a tutu. She didn't like the first one, and I was relieved. Turns out it was the wrong color. The new purple one has been worn with pride much since then. My friends naturally bought it for her, and we took it home.
When we told Daddy about it later, I asked Kate what she'd brought home from the fair and she said, "tutu."
Daddy said, "Why do you need a tutu Kate?"
"Because I a princess," she replied.
All those years of strict parenting down the tube. Now I have to decide: Embrace the princess or retreat quickly?
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Oh Kate.
Poor baby. When I went in to get Kate this morning, humming in bed as usual, I noticed a distinct smell. Vomit. Everywhere. And I'm guessing that it was from early in the night, because it was well distributed and cold. Poor thing. So I grab her, toss her in the tub, while I start to wash off the sheets, etc, and throw them in the wash. Of course, as she's standing in the bubble bath, diarrhea. So, I grab her out of the tub and put her on her potty seat, where she waits a few minutes until adding to her tally. Now I'm cleaning the tub while she sits on the seat, because she still REALLY needs a bath, and now our tub does too. What a morning.
She's doing well now... no more incidents, but we didn't test with much until lunch. She was whimpering some after I put her down for a nap, but when I went in to check, no mess. Poor thing.
Sam's been quite a trooper, helping me grab things this morning and being a generally good boy while Mommy deals with Kate. I admit I feel much better post-nap!
She's doing well now... no more incidents, but we didn't test with much until lunch. She was whimpering some after I put her down for a nap, but when I went in to check, no mess. Poor thing.
Sam's been quite a trooper, helping me grab things this morning and being a generally good boy while Mommy deals with Kate. I admit I feel much better post-nap!
My son, the helper
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
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
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.
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