Earlier today, I had the relentless urge to drink some sweet lassi. As luck would have it I had all of the ingredients for this recipe. Of course, because I didn’t think before I mixed the ingredients, I made waaaaay too much. I figured it was no biggie, I’d serve it to the kids with our supper.
Around came supper and I happily poured the kids a bit of lassi. Charles, taking his role as a 4 year old very seriously, declared after a few gulps that he didn’t like it. Amélie, taking her role as a little sister very seriously, declared the same thing.
I tried to reason with Charles (have you ever tried reasoning with a stubborn 4 year old?), telling him that his drink was only comprised of things he liked (yogurt, milk, water and sugar), but he persisted in his decision to not like his drink even going to the lengths of telling me, very matter-of-factly, that he didn’t like sugar. I asked him to confirm what he had just said, which he did, promptly with an eye roll that even a teenager would be jealous of. Let me tell you that this did not fall on deaf ears.
He finished eating his supper and asked for dessert.
More specifically he asked for this dessert ^^
I’ll let you guess how the conversation went from there.
Hiya folks! Wow, I’ve away for longer than planned. Sorry ’bout that, I’ve been pretty busy with crochet and not sleeping.
To say that Elliot hasn’t been sleeping well would be an understatement. By the time he was 4 months old, he had been sleeping 12h per night 75% of the time from the age of 8 weeks. I could put him down awake in his crib for naps and bedtime, let him fall asleep on his own without a fuss and come back to a happy baby once he’d awoken.
Then we were hit with a growth spurt, a wonder week, the cutting of a first and then a second tooth and, finally, a pretty bad cold (think nasal aspirator at every diaper change and needing to be held in an angled position to be able to sleep). Needless to say, we created a monster. By the time his cold was over, my husband and I were taking turns sleeping in the rocking chair with him because the only way he would fall asleep and stay asleep was in our arms.
Enter sleep deprivation.
Now, I’m not one to make blunders all the time, but when I do happen to mess up, it’s usually pretty epic. And when I’m lacking precious hours of sleep, I’m more prone to blunders.
So this morning, I got the kids ready for daycare. Their bag was filled with a change of clothes, their snowpants, mittens…everything they needed to tackle a normal Quebec winter day.
Anyway, I got the kids in the minivan, removed the snow that had accumulated overnight and left. About 15 minutes later (halfway to daycare), I realized I didn’t remember locking the front door before leaving, but I wasn’t about to turn around just for that. So, I kept going. I was just about to unbuckle the kids when I realized that I hadn’t brought the daycare bag…with their snowsuits…on a snow-covered day. Yay me. So, I drove back home. Upon arriving home, I realized that not only had I forgotten to lock the front door, I had forgotten to close it altogether. Yeah, that’s how sleep-deprived I am.
So, I decided it was a better idea to stay home with the kids than to risk driving another hour just to get the kids to daycare.
We made the most of the day. The kids helped me pick up the toys that were littering the floor. Then, my daughter washed the washroom sinks while Charles vacuumed the floors. I entertained Elliot while I folded some laundry and helped the other two with their tasks. Once the baby was down for his nap, we rocked some shortbread cookies and had some subs delivered for lunch. While Amélie was down for her nap, I went to see Elliot to try to prolong his nap. After 15 minutes of unsuccessfully trying to get him to fall back asleep, I walked in on the 4 year-old who decided to take it upon himself of doing some dishes to help me out. I swear, that kid makes my heart melt just as much as induces headaches with his constant stream of “whys”.
All in all, I really can’t complain. My morning may have started off shaky, but the quality-time I got to spend with the kids was worth it.
My eldest, Charles, is going to be 4 years old in about a week. My daughter, Amélie, just turned 2 about a couple of months ago. My littlest one, Elliot, is going to be 5 months old in a few days. My days can get pretty darned hectic (or downright crazy), luckily, I’ve found ways to maintain my sanity.
Elliot sucks at tummy time and I don’t care. He’s going to be 5 months old in under a week and he still struggles to lift that big ol’ head of his off the ground. Sure I try to get him to exercise his muscles at least once a day (most days I manage), but it’s usually propped up over his nursing pillow, or doing the airplane or some of the other methods I use. But “pure” tummy-on-blanket-straight-on-the-floor tummy time is not one of his strengths.
I don’t care what my toddlers look like when they get out of the house – as long as they are dressed in weather-appropriate clothing. I want you to picture something in your heads. Imagine an almost 4-year-old toddler with dark grey sweatpants (that are the wrong side around), a blue plaid button-up shirt, a yellow patterned bow tie and missmatching socks. Now I want you to imagine this almost 4 year old putting on a red fleece coat with a blue poncho (with tassels) over top and completing the look with fingerless gloves, fireman rain boots and a bright orange earflap beanie. That was Charles recently. Unfortunately, he didn’t let me take a picture of him.
I don’t bathe my kids every day. In fact, sometimes I skip a day or two or three and then bring them in the shower with me the next morning to give them a quick wash before bringing them to daycare. And speaking of showers…
I don’t shower every day. I used to shower every day. I used to love showers. Then, I had kids. Nowadays showers usually include one to three kiddos in the washroom with me. These days, a shower is a luxury. A shower where I can be completely alone is almost a Haley’s comet sighting type event.
You never know what you’re going to walk into when you come through the door of my house. Sometimes, it looks like it’s run by someone who has her sh*t together, sometimes it looks like freaking Tornado Alley. I may not have a Pinterest Perfect house, but I’m okay with that, because what I have works for me.
I sometimes bring Elliot in bed with me. Recently the little one went through a wonder week, a growth spurt and teething (yup, he cut his first pearly white a couple of weeks ago) and I had a supply drop due to the onset of my period. These were not happy days (and horrible nights). To save my sanity, I brought the kid in bed with me to nurse a couple of times so that I could get a bit of shut-eye.
So, there you have it. These are six of the things that I have let go of to keep my sanity. What kinds of concessions have you made since becoming a parent?
My almost-four-year-old is, I expect, like many of his brethren of the same age: a complete self-centred egotist (is that a pleonasm?) sometimes. However, as he reminded yesterday, he is also capable of a lot of consideration.
Your see, yesterday, my husband and I left the kids with their grandparents for some much needed couple time. As has become customary for us when we aren’t going to be having supper with the kids, we asked Charles what he would like to eat for supper. To be honest, I fully expected for him to say he wanted to eat hot dogs (because that is what he always chooses). However, the way the conversation turned out made my heart melt.
The Hubby: Charles, what do you want to eat for supper tonight with Pépère and Mamie?
Charles: Pépère is allergic to onions, right?
The Hubby: Yes he is.
Charles: Ok, well, I want to eat club sandwiches.
The kid knows that we always top our hot dogs with chopped onions at home so he decided to take the time to find something that he liked and that he knew didn’t contain any onions.
Most mornings are a varying degree of crazy. Some a relatively sane. Some are a balance of sane and crazy. Some are like this morning.
Amélie is back in diapers since yesterday evening. I decided I was tired (both literally and figuratively) of not sleeping on account of being worried about how much longer she’d hold in her pee. So besides running after her to try to change her so-full-it-was-seeping diaper, after breakfast, I also had to run after her to get her dressed and then get her coat and shoes on.
Charles, on the other hand, was constantly changing between his “I’m a big boy” mode, his “I’m an insufferable tattletale” mode and his “I want to control everything” mode. Whew!
Then, Elliot was starting to become tired (who wouldn’t be with all the screaming and running around that was happening) and started to communicate that fact to me (by crying, of course).
So here I was, standing in the entrance of the house. Charles was telling me that his sister stunk. I was realizing that she stunk. She was yelling because her brother was saying that she was stinking. Charles was telling me that Elliot was crying. Amélie was insisting (very loudly) that there was no poop in her diaper. Elliot was pursuing his attempts at communicating his annoyance at the fact that he was tired and strapped in his car seat and hot and still not sleeping.
Then the doorbell rings.
I answer and this dude from one of the cable companies around here is standing there talking on the phone.
Him: [continuing his conversation]
Me (insisting): What can I do for you?
Him: [telling the other person on the phone to wait a bit] You called.
Me: Uh, nope, I didn’t (I know this for a fact because we don’t do business with this company on account of the fact that all of its employees seem to be blessed with the idiocy gene).
Him: But isn’t your address [leans back to see the door number] 126 street name?
Me: Yes, it is, but I didn’t call you.
Him: Oh! There are a lot of kids here (guess he finally noticed the commotion behind me).
Me: There are three.
Him: Do you run a daycare?
Me: No, they’re all mine, BUT I was on my was to daycare.
Him: But you called.
Me: (Holy crap, is this guy dense?) No, I did not. Perhaps you should recheck the door number or the street name.
Him: [taking the phone away from his ear to look at it] Oh. I’m supposed to go to 116 street name.
Me: [slams the door in his face before turning around to take care of the kiddo’s diaper]
When I started potty training Charles, things went as expected. He had accidents. For the first two weeks, I remember questioning my decision to potty train in the first place. I just wanted to stop having to mop the floors and spray the couch and wash piles upon piles of urine-soaked clothing. Eventually though, he got the hang of it (and stopped having those horrible regression days) and he was officially day-time potty trained.
Now he’s almost four and still wears a diaper at night, which he wets 95% of the time. Recently, I’ve found myself wanting him to be completely potty trained and be able to ditch the diapers altogether, but it seems his body just isn’t ready yet.
As you know, I started potty training Amélie over the weekend. The first two days went without a hitch (meaning, they were hit and miss, but getting progressively better overall). Unlike the first time we tried potty training, the little miss didn’t get upset when she had an accident. She would just announce it, get cleaned up and proceed to resume playing. She told us when she needed to go, sometimes she made it, sometimes she didn’t sometimes she started to pee on the floor and managed to hold in the rest long enough to finish on the potty.
Then, something weird happened.
She started holding her pee for longer and longer periods of time, telling me that she didn’t need to go. She would wiggle, tell me she had to go, sit on the potty for a while, then get up telling me she had no pee. On Tuesday morning, her diaper was dry. She thankfully peed in the potty after I gave her the iPad to play with, but she had held it it for 13 hours. Then, at daycare she had an accident in the morning and had a huge pee in the potty after her nap (the sitter told me she’d never seen the potty so full!). After that, nada. Even at home, in the evening, she didn’t pee. She pooped after supper, but that was all. I put a diaper on her and put her down for the night. I went to bed convinced that I’d have to make a trip to the hospital this morning because the last time I checked her diaper, at 11pm, it was still dry.
Luckily, when she woke up this morning, her diaper was full. The only problem is, I have no idea when it happened. She didn’t pee before going to daycare this morning, this despite sitting her on the potty with the iPad, then with a story and bringing her in the shower with me. Seriously, at this point, I’ll take a pee anywhere. In the car, on the couch, on the floor. I just want her to stop holding it in so long and pee more often.
I’m not sure what to do. She is obviously able to control her bladder, she isn’t afraid to poop on the potty like her brother was. She sits on the potty on her own accord, but she just doesn’t go! I’m at the point where I’m wondering if I’m not better off just putting her back into diapers.