June 27, 2011

Oh My!

James:     Come with me, Stella!  We go to the forest and hide from the dinosaur!
                 We gonna get out a here, Stella!  The big dinosaur!

Stella:      Oh my!

James:     Quick Stella, get in the house! (hiding in pantry)

I walk over to the pantry, open the door and say, "Out of the pantry, you two."

James:     Run, Stella!  (pointing at me) Get out of here! It's a GIANT!  Run!

Stella:      Oh MY! A GIANT.

Thanks guys.  Thanks alot. :)

June 24, 2011

Friday Nite Funny

On our way home from the Mexican restaurant, the Expert stops at the store.  It's raining, and crazy outside.

Expert:     (to the kids)  You guys be quiet as a mouse for Mommy. (shuts car door)

James:      I not be quiet as a mouse. I not a mouse.

Stella:       I mouse.

Me:          I'm a mouse, too, Stella!

Stella:       Me an Mommy ki-et mousies!

James:     No!

Stella:      Yes yes yes, Bubba.  Me an Mommy ki-et mousies!! Mousies!

James:     No, not quiet mouse. I quiet like a rhinoceros!  I quiet like rhinoceros!

Stella:     (thinking) Dude, no nos-erous!

James:     Mom, Stella said "dude."

June 19, 2011

Father's Day 2011

Happy Father's Day to all the dads I love.  Here's the monkeys decorating daddy's Father's Day gift.

Here's the monkeys presenting daddy with a dutch oven.  Yes, it's true.  The Expert wanted a dutch oven.  (Don't ask why the children have no shirts on.  I have no idea.)

And last, but not least.  Our official potty trained boy is a genius when it comes to pulling up his pants after going potty.

June 15, 2011

BlogVice: Veg a Kid Will Eat

Check out these little gems from Whole Foods (also available at www.justtomatoes.com).

These puppies are just a pair in a whole line of "freeze dried vegetables," and the kids LOVED them.  We have tried the persimmons and peas.  The persimmons taste like candy, and the peas are packing in seven grams of protein (!)  Highly recommend.

Yes, but they are pricey. Whole Foods = Whole Paycheck.

June 9, 2011

Me Ike You Too

James:      Can I watch "Annie", Mom?

Me:           Sure.  I like Annie.

James:      I like Annie too.  I like you, Mom.

Me:          You do?  That makes me happy!

Stella:       Me I ike you too, Momma.

June 7, 2011

Sunshine with a Beard

James:  You put this on the fridge.  I drew it for Mia.

Stella drew her picture for Daddy.  And then subsequently crumpled it up and put it in her diaper.

Oh, we're all so surprised. 

June 6, 2011

A Picture is Worth...

....an improv drumstick tail and one knitted glove in the summertime.

And what animal are we pretending to be?  

That would be a dinosaur.  Specifically:  "Mom, I'm a dinosaur wearing a glove."

June 5, 2011


Stella can escape from any child-proof contraption.  She escapes from her room at night.  Freaks me out.  It's bad, because she doesn't say anything.  She doesn't leave her room and scream down the stairs, "I'm outttttt!" or "look at me!!!"

Just all of the sudden, there she is. Escaped from upstairs.  She appears... by the light of the moon, Poltergeist-style, staring at me... saying nothing.

The other morning at 4:45am, I heard her bang her door open.  So I knew she was coming.  I went into the hallway.  There she sat, quiet, with a caterpillar toy, staring at me like a total horror movie character.  

Why am I scared by my own kid?   Oh, yeah... because it's just plain freaky.


Yes, as a matter of fact, I am fine if everyone wants to spend the entire Sunday in their respective Timeout Chairs.

June 4, 2011

Update on ODDness

After writing about James and his alleged ODD, I have received so many emails and comments from all of you with encouragement, ideas and questions.  And the occasional: "yeah, I know a kid with ODD and he's ruined everyone's lives. Good luck with that." I really liked that one.  Helpful stuff.

And...don't you like how I call it 'alleged' ODD... have to keep the record clean in the event of a misdiagnosis....

Anyway.  Life is so good. I now work a hop-skip from the house...no more hideous commute. I like my new job. The Expert is happy.  The triathlon training is back on track.  But most importantly... my boy is happy and healthy and improving (and so are we, as parents).  We took a trip down to Savannah over Memorial Day (which normally would have caused me to gauge out my eyes from the road trip with a defiant child), and it was mostly uneventful in terms of whining, ODD behaviors and general disobedience.  It was the nicest trip we've ever had with James.

Yesterday, we had an appointment scheduled for James' therapy.  The long story of it:  the Expert couldn't get James to the appointment on time (I was meeting them there), so the Expert took James back home.  I was sitting alone in the waiting room of a child psychologist's office, not really sure what to do.  Hurmph.

The doctor came out.  I said, " I'm without kid and husband, so I guess I'll just pay you for the session and be on my way."

"Well," she said, "Why not make the best use of our time?"

So we did. I chatted with her for the session time about things that were working with James and things that were not. But I was mostly stunned with the fact:  most things are working.  James is doing wonderfully. 

The best part of the therapy was discussing discipline and techniques with our girl Stella.  She is two, and not nearly as terrible as some (ah-hem) two year olds I knew... but she's posing her own set of defiance and difficulties.

The magic about the Parent Child Interaction Therapy is that it can be easily applied to kids without any issues... I consider it almost a parenting philosophy that is coupled with a set of principles that are consistently applied, and that's that.  You always hear things like "kids need boundaries, and they love having boundaries."  Cliche.  But accurate.

I never had trouble declaring my boundaries (you will not do this and you will not do that!)....  But now I am learning how to enforce the properly-defined boundaries, while lifting up the spirits of my children (not setting them up to fail or be labeled disappointing).

I am so blessed.  James goes swimming now.  He plays in the sprinkler.  He gets dirty.  He says "please."  He says "sorry" (and means it). He fears timeout for the first time ever.  And I no longer have to throw toys outside.  We went to Mexican last night, and he ate and clapped to the music, and danced.  He is a totally different boy.   And I am a totally different mother.

I have always loved my children.  But for the first time in a very long time, I can say that I love being a mom... and mean it.