Posts Tagged ‘Friday Mom – Erin’

Alpaca!!!!!

Friday, October 21st, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
Charlotte met an alpaca during our annual pumpkin patch trip.  I don’t know which thing she actually liked more– the actual animal or getting to say the word itself (over and over and over).  That was almost two weeks ago.

Despite that fact, she has remained one-hundred percent infatuated with the furry quadrupeds.  We found a YouTube video of them, and each morning and evening she insists on watching her alpacas.  We have also broken out the Llama Llama board book series, in hopes of assuaging her obsessive desires.

It is fun to watch her newfound obsession.  For our sanity, I hope it fades, but for now, we are all happy to indulge.

Doctor

Friday, September 30th, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
Rory and Charlotte got their flu shots this week.  Shortly thereafter I read a story recommending that parents wait a few more weeks, but that frustration isn’t the point of this post.

I would much rather talk about Rory and Charlotte’s new found obsession with their hand-me-down doctor’s kit which they have been using daily since they got those shots.  Yesterday morning they took turns giving Charlotte’s dog a check up.  And they also removed the trolls from his ears.

They crouch so tenderly, offering band aids after giving shots and telling doggie how to be brave.  They have clearly taken in all the tricks of the trade, and are happy to play over and over again.  I wonder what else they will decide to be next!

No Charlotte!

Friday, September 16th, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
Rory is, on the whole, extremely helpful with his little sister.  He understands what she is asking and often translates for her.  He helps out during meal time.  He chats with her in the backseat.  And he tries to console her when She is sad.

Unfortunately, sometimes his “helpful” is more bossy than constructive.  Sometimes his stern tone can be helpful– like when he is convincing her to endure a diaper change or getting her to sit still to put her shoes on.  But other times his approach is outright loud and brings Charlotte to tears, like when he yells at her for chewing on toys or stealing his toys, or ignoring our requests.  In reality, she is awfully young for us to expect her to listen well all the time.  But Rory– ever the obedient one– takes great umbrage at Charlotte’s failure to listen.

I have tried to explain this to him in terms that he can understand, such as explaining that Charlotte is still working how to use her listening ears and doesn’t like it when we yell at her.  We have tried to demonstrate redirection for him so that he can do the same.  For example, he has  learned to provide her with substitute toys rather than simply steal his toys away.  He doesn’t always remember the techniques (he is only a kid himself, after all), but if we can keep the yelling and tears at a minimum, I am happy to call that a success.

 

The Moment…

Friday, September 2nd, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
It happened this week.  

The moment you look at your toddler and they are no longer baby-faced and, instead, have morphed into this little “big” kid.  As if through a stitch in time, you see a glimpse of their much older selves.

Charlotte has always acted beyond her years. Whether in running, feeding, talking, telling us what she wants, etc.  Now she is stringing together whole sentences, proclaiming “No” with all the sound and fury of a 2-2.5 year old, and keeping us on our toes.  So, yesterday, when she adorned her new sneakers and insisted upon putting on her jean-jacket despite the 70-degree temperature, and flashed me her devilish grin, I saw a little elementary schooler look back at me.   I paused.  Briefly.  Then went back to chasing her down to keep her from tearing those new shoes off for the third time so that we could get out the door and head to daycare.

The oldest and most annoying cliche I heard when pregnant with BOTH children and that I continue to hear from friends and colleagues with children of varying ages is a variant on “Don’t Blink.”  I still find it over-used and annoying, as if to minimize the 1,000 mph days involved in full-time jobs and parenting two small kiddos.  Those days feel so slow and yet too fast all at once.

But.  It’s true.  

Thank You For Being a Friend

Friday, August 26th, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
We witnessed an interesting shift for Rory this week.  He said good-bye to many of the older children in his class who are graduating to Pre-K in other schools, and started to welcome his old classmates into his new classroom.  However, his initial reaction was anything but welcoming.

In fact, he was downright mean to his friends.  It made me cringe:  watching him scream, in front of his friends and their parents, that he didn’t want his old classmates to join him in his new room.  He did this, of course, as his sister was running around like a crazy person, making it even harder to pull him aside and discuss the matter quietly with fewer histrionics.

Sigh…

We got through that rough morning, and have been talking to him since then about talking through his feelings.  First and foremost, we have explained to him that the very best thing he can be is a good friend.  That means–we explained–being nice to our classmates and not saying things that hurt their feelings.  We also gave him options for how to be more polite if he doesn’t want to play with his classmates or if he wants to do something different for a time period, such as asking for space or simply saying, “no thank you, I am doing this right now, instead, but maybe we can play later.”  

I am sure he will keep working on it, and we most certainly will encourage him to verbalize his emotions and feelings a bit more.  Thankfully, when he remains calm he is more than able to do exactly that.  

And, in the interim, I will be sure to apologize to his friends’ parents on his behalf. . .

Olympic Spirit

Saturday, August 13th, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
Rory has been watching the Olympics this week and loves it.  So far his favorites are men’s gymnastics and men’s synchronized diving.  But he loves it all.  We’ve watched cycling, swimming, water polo, a little beach volleyball, and even a little air rifle.  We’ve been taping the coverage ourselves each evening, and then keeping the footage for Rory to skim through the next evening.  I’ve been working late this week and missed a few of them, but when I arrived home tonight, I had a chance to watch a few swim races with him.

He is definitely fascinated by it, and likes sharing what he knows about each of the sports.  Sometimes he asks quizzical questions and other times he simply stares entranced.  And he loves pointing out the American flag and cheering for the USA.

I am sure Rory will take to some competitive sport in the future.  We’re not sure which, and we don’t really care.  But I can’t help wonder, while watching old home movies from some of the swimmers and other sports, what olympic dreams he may harbor in his youth, and what we’ll do as his parents to foster those.  I’m not saying I WANT to make him want that, I just want to be sure that if he dreams big, I’m ready to give him all I can to achieve those dreams.

La La La…

Friday, August 5th, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
We attended a children’s concert by some talented LA musicians last weekend.  The singers–a quirky hipsteresque couple with a real knack for entrancing toddlers–went to college with some friends of ours and were in town for a few other gigs.  We were fortunate to be included on the invitation list for a private backyard show.

Notwithstanding the horrible heat and impending thunderstorms that cut the set short, Rory and Charlotte (and mom and dad, for that matter) had a great time.  They danced.  They shook egg shakers.  They chased the bubble machine.  They tossed beach balls of all sizes.  And they tried to sing along.

And Rory has not stopped singing one song in particular since.  It is called “Grapes,” and it has a catchy beat, quirky lyrics, and a lengthy refrain of “I’m gunna go home, and I’m gunna eat some grapes. La la la grapes.  La la la grapes.  La la la la la la Grapes, grapes, grapes grapes.”

I know this well, because we have listened to the song.  Every morning.  The entire way to school.  All.  Week.

Rory is a pretty compulsive kiddo–he finds something he likes and tends to fixate for a while.  But this week takes the cake so far. . . Now please excuse me as I go try desperately to get that refrain out of my mind.

The Promise of Our Children

Friday, July 29th, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
Regardless of where you fall on the political spectrum, what your beliefs are, and what you believe the fundamental purpose of government ought to be, I have a theory regarding how each and every one of those beliefs shifts to some degree when you become a parent.  You stop thinking about how your choices in the polling booth will impact you, individually, and pivot to wondering how those choices will impact your children and your children’s children.

Having spent the last two weeks with my eyes glued to both parties’ national conventions, weighing our options, and listening to the inspiring words of the first lady discussing the promise this country holds for our children, I have found myself wondering how exactly I will handle explaining the concept of democracy to our children from an educational perspective.  As one who has an admittedly nerdy affinity for our founding fathers and a love of the American experiment that would rival that of Alexis de Tocqueville, I take for granted that my children will simply have to adore and admire our republican democracy in the same manner that I do.

Teaching children the privilege of having a voice, of having opportunity, of living in a country where one’s potential is limited only by the breadth of our dreams and our willingness to put strong foundations under them is, to me, a parent’s greatest civic duty.  As this election cycle pushes into high gear and the political noise increases from a steady din to an overwhelming roar, I find myself wondering how, precisely, to introduce these concepts to the two young minds fast asleep upstairs as I craft this post.

Rory and Charlotte are still too young to understand it.  And, frankly, there are parts of the partisan rancor of late that I would prefer that they never have to see. But, by the same token, as they grow up, I look forward to sharing with them my love of country and service.  I hope to not only teach them, but show them, the importance of giving back to our communities.  I hope to raise children who recognize the value of asking not “what’s in it for me,” but, instead, “how can I help.”  And I hope to be able to teach them by not only words, but by example.

This election cycle, I’ll take a slightly more subtle tack and start by vowing to teach them, slowly and incrementally, the importance of compromise, the strength of collective action in sight of a common goal, and the great privilege of the very freedoms that make this nation so great.  To show them the importance of giving back in your community, of serving others, and striving– whatever the context– to leave every place you reside a little bit better than it was when you arrived.

Beyond Her Years

Saturday, July 16th, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
Despite admitting that she feels badly drawing comparison’s, Charlotte’s new teacher (and Rory’s former one), cannot help but advise us on just how very different she is when compared to her brother at this age.  Both Rory and Charlotte moved up to the younger toddler classroom at daycare at eighteen months old, making them on the younger side of the age-range for that room.  With Rory, we wondered if he was ready, if he would stand up for him self, if he would be lost, and if he would be comfortable.  He was fine, of course, but we were fretful nonetheless. With Charlotte, we knew there was no holding her back.  She had aged out of her prior classroom months ago, and was thirsting for new and more challenging environs and discoveries.

And she is thriving.

Her teachers claim that she is wise beyond her years in just about everything she does:  the way she stands firmly in her wants and desires (to the point of being bullish and unmoving in her demands), the way she teases her classmates and teachers, her sense of humor, her independence, her manipulation of the little boys in her class, and the way she stands up for herself with fierce tenacity (despite coming in around the 25th percentile on height. . .).  In each instance, people who spend any amount of time around her consistently remark on how much personality is packed into her spunky little self.

Her teacher’s reflections on the topic this week were how surprising it is for her to see when compared to her brother’s far more measured and reserved personality.  As she explained it, Rory would have been in full blown tears in some of the circumstances Charlotte puts herself into.  She, on the other hand, just barrels right on through. And it is fascinating to see.  And we find it interesting to listen to the commentary as she settles in to her new environs. It’s fun to see things through another set of eyes as her teachers share their thoughts and perspectives on her “spunk.”

Sure, it makes life a bit more difficult at bedtime or breakfast when she’s not getting her way. But other times it is amazing to let her take the lead and see just how self sufficient she can be. I hope upon hope that she never loses that tenacity and vision.

Guess we’ll have to wait and see.

 

Time to Pretend

Friday, July 8th, 2016

From Friday Mom – Erin:
Rory has started pretending much more frequently.  And it’s great fun to play along.

This past weekend, Rory and I pretended to be bears roaming the playground while we were visiting his grandparents’ house.  We ran around in the mulch, roaring and giggling together.  We hid in “caves”; we ate “bear snacks”; we played “Mommy Bear” and “Daddy Bear”; and Charlotte even joined us briefly as “Baby Bear.”  Clearly he enjoyed it, because he started roaring the next day at a couple little girls he met on the same playground.  They loved it almost as much, letting him chase them round and round through tunnels and down slides, roaring and shrieking in turn.

Earlier this week, I helped him go on a Monster Hunt in the playroom.  After all, there were big, big monster shadows that we needed to hunt down and get rid of.  So what does any good mom confronted with monster shadows do?   Why go on a Monster Hunt, of course!

I’m happy to be able to help indulge Rory’s creativity as he creates new narratives in his mind.  I love watching him stretch his creative juices, and I cannot help but giggle some times at the elaborate stories he concocts and shares.  I cannot wait until he’s able to start writing some of it all down.  All in good time, I am sure.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I am pretty sure I see a monster shadow I must tend to.