Today is show and tell for my daughter’s class. It is only her second day of nursery school (I’ve been meaning to finish up a blog about her first day) but I am stumped at what to have her bring in for show and tell. Of course she doesn’t understand the concept just yet so I think I will be picking something for her. I want to have her bring in something that really shows what she’s about. She isn’t attached to any specific doll or stuffed animal at the moment so I’m crossing that off the list. Even though it’s simple and I’m sure most the kids will just bring a toy in. I want to flaunt her personality. I’m thinking she should bring one of her fancy dress up dresses. That is really what she’s all about right now. Playing dress ups, organising her dresses, hanging them up. She has a couple favorites, some of which are pretty out there….a flapper girl tassel dress. Her Cinderella dress. A couple frozen themed ones. I think it would show her true colors. Plus it would be interesting. She is such a princess. I can’t wait to hear how it goes.
Today I found the remote control in the dryer. And the pile of raisins on the floor looked a lot like turds, but I picked it up and sniffed it anyways. My daughter has changed her outfit about 5 times and it’s only 1 in the afternoon. We are now watching the movie frozen for the 4862527 millionth time. I couldn’t find my keys for the life of me yesterday and so we couldn’t go grocery shopping. Peanut butter crackers and yogurt for lunch again. After only a couple hours looking everywhere for my keys, I found them under my mattress. UNDER my mattress….How??
Most of our days begin around 5 in the morning. The sun isn’t even up. The fucking sun gets to sleep in longer than I do! That being said, I set their butts right in front the TV and throw food at then until daddy has to leave for work. That gives me about 2 hours of being in and out of conciousness. Trying to drown out Dora the Explorer with dreams of driving around in my clean car, by myself, listening to whatever music I want to.
Oh and today I have a cold and am not feeling 100% but that does not stop their demands. If anything, it increases them. Because my lack of effort to meet their every need in a timely fashion are 0 to none.
Why does every apple in my cubboard have a tiny little bite taken out of them? I don’t think I bought them that way. If so, I want a discount.
What is the appeal of animal poop to children? Yes that’s poop, that came out of a living creatures rear end so therefore you should not touch it. Or eat it. Probably shouldn’t poke at it with a stick either. Same principles apply for your own poop.
Why are my toddlers so apposed to wearing clothes? With the 2 year old it’s either we’re fighting about which dress she is going to put on, and hopefully wear for the majority of the day. Or we’re fighting about how did she end up butt naked, again. I am OK with her being naked (less accumulated laundry) but we can’t go outside like that. Or be panty-less for an extended period of time. There is no in between with this child! She’s either dressed up to go to the royal ball or completely naked as the day she was born.
My littlest, however, does not care what she wears. That is not an issue with Eva, nope no way. But she is my runner. She is my “you can’t catch me” evil child that runs down the street with not a care in mind. You call her, she laughs. She is my excuse for not needing to join a gym. She is my reason i lost all the baby weight without even trying. Such a sweetheart.
I am not trying to complain about my situation, I love it actually. I love my family and house and everything that comes with it. I am just in search of ways to highlight the humor in it all. It can all be so rediculous at times yet I wouldn’t give it up for the world.
Violet and Eva Rose like to listen to the Disney station on Pandora radio. I’ll admit a good bit of the songs on there I know and sing too, but I have to dip back into what music tickles my ears. I have to take a listen to something that I like. These aren’t always something I would call “kid friendly”, since I always leaned towards the more heavier end of rock. From grunge to metalcore, I always liked tapping into that rage, let some things off my chest just by listening to it. It would get me amped up. Let me know that the pain was justified and lifted just a little.
There’s something about being in a mosh.
Well, that was my old life although I let the girls listen to it every so often but I can tell they don’t really enjoy. It’s an aquired taste. And they are too young to be that on the level of anger and frustration, in touch with the dark part of their soul. Too young to be angry over anything except maybe not getting the candy at the checkout line.
Don’t get me wrong though I love all types of music and expose them to everything. It’s just that something. Some. Thing. About that mysterious deep tone, heavy beats down on the drums, the screaming…it’s all a release into this minor chord that ties it together.
I can not tell you how much
I MISS BLASTING LAMB OF GOD WHILE DRIVING
I can’t do that anymore. That and smoke cigarettes. I’ve always been a nervous wreck when driving but I’ve managed to get it together for my kids. Most of the time. I’ll confess to road rage before, and I’m sure six feet under or iwabo didn’t help. But I intend to provide the safest and most comfortable environment for my baby girls. So that means bye-bye to some of my old habits. Hell sometimes I feel like I’ve said bye-bye to a couple of things in life for them. And it’s all totally worth it.
That being said music taste is something they can develop on their own. I can listen to mine when theyre asleep. I’ll gladly put up with listening to “Frozen” songs on repeat for all day, everybday.
Nap time used to be an easy thing that happened every single day. Both of them would nap and therefore I got to nap too. We would all sleep together in my bed after lunch. In the beginning, I tandem nursed them to sleep then would carefully lie them down next to me. Then I would lie down between them and fall asleep too.
Slowly, it became a struggle to get them to nap at the same time. I would always but Eva down first, being that she was the youngest and fell asleep without much effort. It also helped that she was always tired by afternoon because, well, she had been up half the night usually. Hence me needing a nap too. But my Violet would fight it. She was around the age of 2 when it started. By then she was sleeping through the night with no problems. She still wanted to nurse to sleep though, and that’s what eventually changed.
Now that violet is almost 3 and Eva is 1.5 we now all take naps in our own beds. I’ll admit moving into a new house with established sleeping arrangements made it easier to transition them from napping with me (and sometimes sleeping in our bed at night) to falling asleep on their own in their own beds. I no longer nurse them to sleep, although I still do a little bit right before I put them in their beds awake for nap or bedtime. I usually give them pasifiers, sippy of water, some books and tuck them in. I can’t recall the entire transition but it was rather easy compared to what I thought it would be.
I think it was me that dreaded putting them in their own beds for nap. I loved it secretly and looked forward to it every day. It made me feel so close to them and although it might sound borderline psychotic, I was glad they were constantly with me. Even when we slept.
Currently we are making the transition to no napping. At all. Especially with violet the older one. I still put them in their beds for a little bit after lunch but it has turn into a pain in the ass. As Eva still needs an afternoon sleep she always goes down, at least for a little bit. But violet, even if tired will not fall asleep and instead, trash her bed. She will throw her blankets, pillow, dolls, books, sippy cup out of her bed and sometimes even jump up and down and around in her crib. Yes, they are in cribs. I intend to keep them in there until they learn to climb out. That’s another topic to write about.
Today we aren’t napping, and I thought about when we used to all nap together and it made my heart ache a little. When I try to lie them down with me now they all expect my tit in their mouth, and I’m just at the point where I don’t want to do it like that anymore. I’m out touched. Too much touching and grabbing and pulling on my poor body that I just can’t do it anymore. So I’m hoping when they are older and completely totally weaned from the boob that maybe we can take the occasional nap together. I miss it. But not enough to have two toddlers sleep on my it again.
My daughters are 15 months apart and I couldn’t be happier about that. No I did not plan to get pregnant with Eva when violet was only 6 months old. No I didn’t even think I was going to have another little girl. No I actually had no idea what to expect from two little girls growing up as sisters. I am an only child, and the closest I got to someone was being “best friends forever.”
I am learning all about sisterhood from them. It’s really amazing. I’ve heard the stories of the typical love/hate relationships sisters have. But I had no idea what that really meant. I mean, they are just so close, ALL THE TIME. They share a room and share all their toys and clothes and even their sippy cups. And so it’s understandable when they start picking fights and snatching toys from each other. I totally get that.
As a child I always wanted a sister. I was lonely and having friends over every so often wasn’t enough. I would even tell my friends that, which in some cases they would say oh no, we wouldn’t get along if we were ALWAYS together. And at that time in my adolescent mind I thought that was so silly. But now, yes, yes I get it.
It’s unconditional love. It’s having someone go through everything you’re going through. Having someone to say goodnight to every night and good morning to every morning. My girls are still very young and I’m sure we haven’t yet had the full taste of what sisters have to endure. All I can hope for is that they love each other unconditionally the way they do now as toddlers, for the rest of their life. They have a long path ahead of them. And I hope they can hold hands the whole way.
Playing in dirt is something not all parents allow their children to do. That’s a shame. There is so much to learn by playing in the dirt, when kids dig they find bugs and roots. They get to see things they normally wouldn’t by just skimming the surface. Playing with flowers they learn more about their petals and stems, they shake them and pollen or seeds fall out. And what I have learned when giving my girls the opportunity to get dirty and learn they take it to another level and get creative. They start making art out of the dirt and flowers and leaves and sticks. It’s amazing how they can throw it all together in a pot and call it soup but then really sit back and take a look at what they’ve made for a moment. Because they know it is so much more than soup. Or cake. Or a garden.
This is a topic I will come back to when I have more time to “dig” into the real depth of the lesson and all its potential.
These first two pictures are taken at the well know Point State Park in downtown Pittsburgh. It has beautiful walking trails and is a great spot for sight seeing. It’s literally on a point jetting out into the water where the Allegheny river meets with the Monongahela river and they together form the Ohio river. It was really interesting to walk around the fountain and see all the bridges, trains, and the famous Duquesne incline. The girls and I just stood there watching it all go by for a long time. It was pretty amazing and therefore became one of our favorite spots downtown.
This beautiful all wood playground is located in Highland park. It became a favorite for us because the entire structure is easily climbed (both by my toddlers and by myself) there are winding steps, tunnels, large platforms, and not to mention it is huge.
Another thing that made this place a favorite play spot in Pittsburgh was the park and walking trails set in a natural landscape. Right next to the playground is an area of some large bolders. Some are crumbling and make some nice stacking stones. I wish I knew what type of rock it was, maybe slate, because it was so interesting to see the way them would fall off, almost like in little sheets. Flat and smooth. Perfect for atacking, like I said. We loved it and I need to go through my old pictures to add some from this lace, highland park.
This is Monroeville community park, it’s got a great paved walking trail, playgrounds, gazebos, nicely planted paths and this kewl grass maze. The girls and I went there a lot when we lived closer to the city. My understanding is its build on an old landfill.