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Sunday, June 24, 2012
Mom for a day
So Friday was my day off! Just kidding. Friday, I worked twice as hard as usual to facilitate Leah being Mom for a day. She got to serve breakfast, do laundry, dishes, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, diapering, etc, all with my coaching and assistance. I wanted her to get the feel of all the things that Mom does every day. Well, the things that Mom is supposed to do every day. She was excited and willing all day. She kept forgetting that she was the Mom and I would remind her that we had more work to do before we could sit down and relax, and she would jump back up again to get back to work.
Her main motivations for being mom for a day were so that she could choose what we ate for our meals, allow movie and computer playing times whenever she wanted, and mostly so that she could stay up late. We had chocolate milk with our breakfast and snacks at will, and she made what she would make every day if she could, Fruit Salad. (She did a very good solo fruit salad!)
I interviewed Leah today to find out how she felt about the experience.
We ended up having free lunch at the school, and Leah was disappointed that she hadn't gotten to serve the meal herself. On the other hand, earlier when she had asked Samuel if he wanted Macaroni and Cheese for lunch and he had replied with enthusiasm, she then replied dejectedly, "Oh, except I don't know how to make that."
She said that the experience was a lot of work. However, she managed to go the entire time without complaining! She commented that some parts were fun, but there was a lot to do at once and that she didn't want it to take so long. All that work made her hungry. She said it was especially tricky when the baby was awake and needed attention.
I asked her what she learned. I had high expectations that she would have a renewed sense of appreciation for me and a greater desire to make my work easier by being more helpful. She halfheartedly agreed that she should probably be more willing to clean up after herself and complain less. She was undecided on whether or not she would appreciate me more. I think she learned that I make decisions because I have reasons. She did also ask me when she can be Mom again...
Well, I learned that Leah is a cheerful helper when she wants to be. When the incentives are in place or when the suggestion of independence is appealing enough, she can be a great assistant. When she's had enough, however, she checks out and returns to her own imaginative world.
If we've learned nothing else from this experience, it is that in the hard moments when I'm overwhelmed and Leah is impatient or demanding, I can remind her of her day as Mom and ask her if she could have done it by herself. With all we accomplished on Friday, I know for sure I could not have done it by myself. I just need to put her (and myself) to work every day so that she knows she should always be my little assistant, and all that practice will help her be prepared for her next chance at being Mom!
Her main motivations for being mom for a day were so that she could choose what we ate for our meals, allow movie and computer playing times whenever she wanted, and mostly so that she could stay up late. We had chocolate milk with our breakfast and snacks at will, and she made what she would make every day if she could, Fruit Salad. (She did a very good solo fruit salad!)
I interviewed Leah today to find out how she felt about the experience.
We ended up having free lunch at the school, and Leah was disappointed that she hadn't gotten to serve the meal herself. On the other hand, earlier when she had asked Samuel if he wanted Macaroni and Cheese for lunch and he had replied with enthusiasm, she then replied dejectedly, "Oh, except I don't know how to make that."
She said that the experience was a lot of work. However, she managed to go the entire time without complaining! She commented that some parts were fun, but there was a lot to do at once and that she didn't want it to take so long. All that work made her hungry. She said it was especially tricky when the baby was awake and needed attention.
I asked her what she learned. I had high expectations that she would have a renewed sense of appreciation for me and a greater desire to make my work easier by being more helpful. She halfheartedly agreed that she should probably be more willing to clean up after herself and complain less. She was undecided on whether or not she would appreciate me more. I think she learned that I make decisions because I have reasons. She did also ask me when she can be Mom again...
Well, I learned that Leah is a cheerful helper when she wants to be. When the incentives are in place or when the suggestion of independence is appealing enough, she can be a great assistant. When she's had enough, however, she checks out and returns to her own imaginative world.
If we've learned nothing else from this experience, it is that in the hard moments when I'm overwhelmed and Leah is impatient or demanding, I can remind her of her day as Mom and ask her if she could have done it by herself. With all we accomplished on Friday, I know for sure I could not have done it by myself. I just need to put her (and myself) to work every day so that she knows she should always be my little assistant, and all that practice will help her be prepared for her next chance at being Mom!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Being Mom
Today I became totally exasperated over the insistent demands, manipulative pouty faces, and utter impatience of Leah. I refused to be a short order cook for lunch, which was unacceptable. I forced her to help me while I made dinner, with her options of setting the table or keeping the baby happy (aka playing with her). When I told her I would cut up her orange after she changed out of her swimming suit, she complained that she was too hungry and couldn't wait that long. Yes, this all happened after we had spent the entire morning at the water park. So in a nut shell, I was totally fed up.
Behaviors such as this are not infrequent. She's a good kid, she just doesn't get that the world doesn't revolve around her. And that my sole purpose in life is not to cater to her every need at a moment's notice. I think you could file this one under "attitude."
So I hatched a plan. I told her that she can be the Mom for an entire day. She can say no and yes as much as she wants, just like mom does. She can stay up late just like mom. She can pick whatever she wants for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. As long as she makes it and feeds everyone and cleans it up, just like mom does. Because in Leah's world, Mom says yes and no arbitrarily, and does certain things just to be mean. And stays up late watching TV just because she can. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
I need her to realize that I work hard all day to take care of everyone else. I want Leah to understand that I sit back and put my feet up at the end of the day because, more often than not, it is the first time I've sat down all day. I want her to understand that I say my yeses and nos because there are reasons. I want her to understand that as a grown up I have knowledge and experience that counts for something. "I know you don't like vegetables! Do you think I'm trying to torture you, or can you believe me when I tell you there is actually a purpose to this?"
I want Leah to be excited about her own future motherhood, and I hope that I will be the one to teach her many things about nurturing and taking care of a household (notwithstanding my frequent absences of sanity lately). But I also hope that this exercise will help her understand what goes in to being a mom and make her want to stay a kid for awhile, only having to help out some of the time, instead of doing all the work always.
Most importantly I hope she learns that I am not a waitress or a genie or a superhero. Her needs will be met, but not at her beck and call. Her preferences and tastes and whims are not the order of my life. She will eat what is served. She will have clean clothes to wear because someone purchased them and washed them and put them away. Rewards and outings will occur because the children have been helpful and cooperative, because I have planned my schedule and done my chores and spent my money on it, and it is important to me, not because my six-year old is the queen of the universe. I just want her to appreciate me and all the work I do. I don't want to doom her to failure, I want to help her succeed, but to also understand that it is a lot of work for parents, and that is why the children are expected to help and not complain. So that when she goes back to being a kid again the next day, she has a better attitude and more gratitude. Is that too much to ask?
We decided that Friday would be the day that Leah is the Mom. This gives her a day and a half to practice. So tonight as we sat down to dinner (the children each shoveling down their second pancake while mom has yet to take her first bite), I decided that she could practice being the mom tonight. I had her do the chair-bouncing thing back and forth to the fridge. She decided that everyone could have chocolate milk with their dinner (yes, pancakes), including the baby. She was the one to pour the syrup, spoon-feed the baby her applesauce, and then to mop up the resulting spills. She did all the baby bathing, with the washcloth-ing and the shampoo-ing. I helped her have everything she would need to dry, diaper, and dress the baby for bedtime, and I'm hoping my detailed diaper-changing demonstration will prepare her to do it by herself. Then we spent an hour together doing dishes and cleaning up dinner. (How long has it been since I played in the dish bubbles at the kitchen sink?)
It only took a few minutes of Leah being the Mom for the true nature of its poeticity to shine through. All those things that moms say that make kids roll their eyes? Well they must be true because Leah said it: "I'm already getting you something, I can only do one thing at a time!" Ah, Samuel and I had a good laugh with that one and I saw Leah hide a sheepish smile.
So here's to Friday. I have some important things I hope to teach her, and in the process I expect she will teach me a few things in return.
Behaviors such as this are not infrequent. She's a good kid, she just doesn't get that the world doesn't revolve around her. And that my sole purpose in life is not to cater to her every need at a moment's notice. I think you could file this one under "attitude."
So I hatched a plan. I told her that she can be the Mom for an entire day. She can say no and yes as much as she wants, just like mom does. She can stay up late just like mom. She can pick whatever she wants for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. As long as she makes it and feeds everyone and cleans it up, just like mom does. Because in Leah's world, Mom says yes and no arbitrarily, and does certain things just to be mean. And stays up late watching TV just because she can. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
I need her to realize that I work hard all day to take care of everyone else. I want Leah to understand that I sit back and put my feet up at the end of the day because, more often than not, it is the first time I've sat down all day. I want her to understand that I say my yeses and nos because there are reasons. I want her to understand that as a grown up I have knowledge and experience that counts for something. "I know you don't like vegetables! Do you think I'm trying to torture you, or can you believe me when I tell you there is actually a purpose to this?"
I want Leah to be excited about her own future motherhood, and I hope that I will be the one to teach her many things about nurturing and taking care of a household (notwithstanding my frequent absences of sanity lately). But I also hope that this exercise will help her understand what goes in to being a mom and make her want to stay a kid for awhile, only having to help out some of the time, instead of doing all the work always.
Most importantly I hope she learns that I am not a waitress or a genie or a superhero. Her needs will be met, but not at her beck and call. Her preferences and tastes and whims are not the order of my life. She will eat what is served. She will have clean clothes to wear because someone purchased them and washed them and put them away. Rewards and outings will occur because the children have been helpful and cooperative, because I have planned my schedule and done my chores and spent my money on it, and it is important to me, not because my six-year old is the queen of the universe. I just want her to appreciate me and all the work I do. I don't want to doom her to failure, I want to help her succeed, but to also understand that it is a lot of work for parents, and that is why the children are expected to help and not complain. So that when she goes back to being a kid again the next day, she has a better attitude and more gratitude. Is that too much to ask?
We decided that Friday would be the day that Leah is the Mom. This gives her a day and a half to practice. So tonight as we sat down to dinner (the children each shoveling down their second pancake while mom has yet to take her first bite), I decided that she could practice being the mom tonight. I had her do the chair-bouncing thing back and forth to the fridge. She decided that everyone could have chocolate milk with their dinner (yes, pancakes), including the baby. She was the one to pour the syrup, spoon-feed the baby her applesauce, and then to mop up the resulting spills. She did all the baby bathing, with the washcloth-ing and the shampoo-ing. I helped her have everything she would need to dry, diaper, and dress the baby for bedtime, and I'm hoping my detailed diaper-changing demonstration will prepare her to do it by herself. Then we spent an hour together doing dishes and cleaning up dinner. (How long has it been since I played in the dish bubbles at the kitchen sink?)
It only took a few minutes of Leah being the Mom for the true nature of its poeticity to shine through. All those things that moms say that make kids roll their eyes? Well they must be true because Leah said it: "I'm already getting you something, I can only do one thing at a time!" Ah, Samuel and I had a good laugh with that one and I saw Leah hide a sheepish smile.
So here's to Friday. I have some important things I hope to teach her, and in the process I expect she will teach me a few things in return.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Smell the flower, blow out the candle
So I realize that I have ignored my blog for three months. It has been so much easier to post one sentence updates to Facebook than actual blog posts, but this is not fair to my friends and family who actually want to know about our lives. And its not really fair to myself, because blogging is a really good way of expression. We are still here. We are all alive and breathing. We only had to call poison control once.
I am just going to announce that I intend to come back to blogging. Mostly because I like the sound of the keyboard clacking on my new computer. It is very pretty and I named her Violet. It is so fast and does not overheat, it has Windows 7 and the number three on the 10-key actually works. These are good things.
I realized today that at 28 I have officially been dealing with depression for half of my life. That darn puberty thing really screwed me up. I am going to therapy and breathing deeply. I am adopting the mantra that life is hard and that I can do hard things. This may or may not be working.
There is this thing about Survival Mode: In order to survive, you must make sure your children are fed and wearing clothing (bonus points if the clothes are clean). Breakfast for dinner is acceptable, however cinnamon toast can only be used as an entree once per week. The house should not catch fire, and showering should be attempted at least every two days. Makeup and hairspray are extra credit only. If you have a job, you should go or they might fire you, but you don't really have to look nice unless you must interact with actual professionals at said job. You should probably at least lay a towel over the spilled milk in the kitchen, and make sure the sheets are washed after a bout of vomiting. Actually putting away laundry is more of a maintenance, cruising mode kind of thing, and doesn't really happen in Survival Mode. Survival Mode is marked daily by curses over missing keys and persistent alarm clocks. Going visiting teaching is out of the question.
In addition to the necessity of keeping the children alive and safe, there is an Activity of Withdrawal from responsibility that usually lasts a couple weeks. I played a lot of Solitaire for awhile. Sometimes it is sleep, thanks to electronic devices that four year can operate by themselves. Sometimes I do nothing but read murder mysteries. Or design and construct skirts. Sometimes it is Angry Birds. Often it is Facebook, where I can stay abreast of important events in the lives of my former junior high acquaintances and receive validation from people without actually having to interact with them. Sometimes I do nothing but watch Grey's Anatomy. I really miss George. There were two weeks where all I did was Rubik's cube. You get the picture.
Every once in a while I emerge from a cocoon of bedsheets and drawn curtains and become myself again. I actually take dinner to people I care about that are having a rough week. I might make biscuits from scratch, paint with the kids, or genuinely laugh at a joke. I might go to story time at the library and pack a picnic lunch at the park. Sometimes I wear make up and once last month I actually blow-dried my hair.
I miss being me. I want to be me. I hope to get to the point where I can look back on the Survival years and be grateful for a healthy, New me. An involved and cheerful wife/mom/food buyer/individual whose socks are predictably matching, does not have a caffeine habit, is not running late or scrambling for a babysitter, and whose keys are not lost. Her history of Depression is actually history, with wonderful lessons learned and an inspiring story to boost and encourage another who is still in the thick of it. I will be someone who doesn't get her feathers ruffled because life isn't fair. I don't want to continue on a path that makes my years of depression outnumber my years of wellness.
That's it. That is where I am and where I want to go. In a recent epiphany, I realized that feeling hopeless is not actually because there is no hope, but because some evil spirit is sneaking into my qi and trying to make life seem hopeless so that I will just Give Up.
So now that I know that all is not hopeless, I know to pray away the adversary and try again to be Me tomorrow.
I am just going to announce that I intend to come back to blogging. Mostly because I like the sound of the keyboard clacking on my new computer. It is very pretty and I named her Violet. It is so fast and does not overheat, it has Windows 7 and the number three on the 10-key actually works. These are good things.
I realized today that at 28 I have officially been dealing with depression for half of my life. That darn puberty thing really screwed me up. I am going to therapy and breathing deeply. I am adopting the mantra that life is hard and that I can do hard things. This may or may not be working.
There is this thing about Survival Mode: In order to survive, you must make sure your children are fed and wearing clothing (bonus points if the clothes are clean). Breakfast for dinner is acceptable, however cinnamon toast can only be used as an entree once per week. The house should not catch fire, and showering should be attempted at least every two days. Makeup and hairspray are extra credit only. If you have a job, you should go or they might fire you, but you don't really have to look nice unless you must interact with actual professionals at said job. You should probably at least lay a towel over the spilled milk in the kitchen, and make sure the sheets are washed after a bout of vomiting. Actually putting away laundry is more of a maintenance, cruising mode kind of thing, and doesn't really happen in Survival Mode. Survival Mode is marked daily by curses over missing keys and persistent alarm clocks. Going visiting teaching is out of the question.
In addition to the necessity of keeping the children alive and safe, there is an Activity of Withdrawal from responsibility that usually lasts a couple weeks. I played a lot of Solitaire for awhile. Sometimes it is sleep, thanks to electronic devices that four year can operate by themselves. Sometimes I do nothing but read murder mysteries. Or design and construct skirts. Sometimes it is Angry Birds. Often it is Facebook, where I can stay abreast of important events in the lives of my former junior high acquaintances and receive validation from people without actually having to interact with them. Sometimes I do nothing but watch Grey's Anatomy. I really miss George. There were two weeks where all I did was Rubik's cube. You get the picture.
Every once in a while I emerge from a cocoon of bedsheets and drawn curtains and become myself again. I actually take dinner to people I care about that are having a rough week. I might make biscuits from scratch, paint with the kids, or genuinely laugh at a joke. I might go to story time at the library and pack a picnic lunch at the park. Sometimes I wear make up and once last month I actually blow-dried my hair.
I miss being me. I want to be me. I hope to get to the point where I can look back on the Survival years and be grateful for a healthy, New me. An involved and cheerful wife/mom/food buyer/individual whose socks are predictably matching, does not have a caffeine habit, is not running late or scrambling for a babysitter, and whose keys are not lost. Her history of Depression is actually history, with wonderful lessons learned and an inspiring story to boost and encourage another who is still in the thick of it. I will be someone who doesn't get her feathers ruffled because life isn't fair. I don't want to continue on a path that makes my years of depression outnumber my years of wellness.
That's it. That is where I am and where I want to go. In a recent epiphany, I realized that feeling hopeless is not actually because there is no hope, but because some evil spirit is sneaking into my qi and trying to make life seem hopeless so that I will just Give Up.
So now that I know that all is not hopeless, I know to pray away the adversary and try again to be Me tomorrow.
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Future Filmmaker
Leah announced today that Bob the Builder is clay-mation. Then she asked me what that meant. So, tonight's after-dinner activity was making a stop-motion video. We didn't quite get to the clay part. After we did a video MY way, she got to do one her way. She was so excited to make a movie! She told me she has been wanting to make a movie forever! She is very creative. I had to do the narrating for her because she couldn't say it all in 12 seconds. Enjoy Leah's directorial debut!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 08, 2012
Christmas Traditions
I love the traditions of my childhood and I am enjoying passing those traditions on to my children. And of course, establishing new traditions in my own home. Here are some traditions from my childhood that I am passing on to my children:
We always got a new pair of pajamas on Christmas Eve before bed. This year I sent my kids down to get their PJ's on and they were amazed that new pajamas had "magically" appeared on their beds! It was fun to play Santa's advocate.
On Christmas Eve, after a Family Home Evening lesson with the account of the Savior's birth in Luke 2, we always played board games, had a fire in the fireplace, and ate goodies. It is such a cozy memory. We did that this year as well. We taught the kids how to play Sorry and it was so much fun to play it with them now that they get how! What a fun age!
This Christmas we also discovered the magic of "The Polar Express" with children who truly believe. We discovered how much fun it is to get gifts for our children and help them pick out gifts for one another. It was fun to decorate Christmas cookies and have a game night with friends.
Other traditions include a dramatic reading of "The Grinch," and coffee cake for breakfast on Christmas morning. Everyone stays in their pajamas all day long, right? It was so fun to watch the kids go from one new treasure to the next all day. Audrey looked like she really wanted to just roll in the piles of wrapping paper all over the floor...that paper looked so TASTY!
The kids received so many fun and thoughtful and generous gifts: Hungry Hungry Hippos was the request of choice from Santa (Whew! That was only $13!). The kids also got nerf guns, new gloves, new coats and shirts and pants and socks, Build-a-Bear stuffed animals from a secret Santa, books, coloring books, puzzles, and so much more! I got some new kitchen items including a scale, new silverware and Chris got me a dock for my iPod! I suppose my new haircut counts as a Christmas gift as well. I am one step closer to being back to my original hair color. Oh yeah, and Chris himself installed a new (used), WORKING, and free dishwasher for me on Christmas Eve! I love having a dishwasher again! And I thought on a new budget, we would be having a simple Christmas.... Not so! We are too blessed!
Saturday, January 07, 2012
December
Its been awhile and I have some catching up to do. Here are some happenings from the grand months of November and December.
Leah had her first visit from the Tooth Fairy. The tooth pulling experience was apparently very traumatic, and now she will not allow any force to be executed on future teeth, which must come out by themselves. She is planning on capturing the tooth fairy to use it for pixie dust, and is devising traps and fairy houses, so you'd think she would want the tooth fairy to come back again soon...
Speaking of teeth, Audrey has two. They are sharp. She is fulling crawling and pulling herself up and has quite an appetite. We all love her; Love to give her kisses and hugs and make her smile. She did not care for Santa.
Leah turned 6 and finally got a Rapunzel Barbie. We also had a birthday party and did crafts and made playdoh...I managed to underestimate (yet again) how much work it is to have that many 5 and 6 year olds at the same time. I also made the ugliest pinata known to mankind. If you can tell what it is supposed to be, please enlighten me. It took me over a week to make that thing out of newspaper and flour and glue, and we were happy to beat it to a pulp in the end (but it was surprisingly sturdy and Chris had to get out his baseball bat). 
Samuel is always ready to strike a pose and make a silly face. He keeps us smiling. And brimming with pride. But he usually forgets what he meant to do in the bathroom and we find him 30 minutes later playing in the sink water with his lower half stark naked.
We've had several visits from our favorite friends, the Swensons of Las Vegas. It is a fun, noisy crowd! That Samuel and Anna get along really well...remind me to keep an eye on them when they are 14.
Chris and I went on a "field trip" with my coworkers to see a fellow TA perform in "Savior of the World" in Salt Lake, and it was fabulous. It was so great to spend a night out (without kids) and in the company of great people!
More coming soon!
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
How to make bread
Would you believe that she has never seen Rachael Ray?
Her stage presence has improved quite a bit in the year and a half since her first cooking video here.
(*There is a gem at 3 minutes, 10 seconds...*)
Saturday, August 20, 2011
"Eventually" has come--Audrey at three months
Daily checklist:
Audrey is such a sweetheart. She is getting better at sleeping most of the night. She can hold up her head for a little while, loves tummy time, and she can accidentally roll from her front to her back. Chris is an expert at tickling her and getting her to laugh. "A smile behind every binkie" is what he says, and it is true! We get the greatest comments on her awesome hair--if I had a nickle... She can wiggle 360 degrees around and get herself stuck in the bassinette-time to move to the crib!
1. Sleep
2. Cry
3. Eat
4. Poop
5. Spit up
6. Smile!
7. Repeat.
2. Cry
3. Eat
4. Poop
5. Spit up
6. Smile!
Audrey is such a sweetheart. She is getting better at sleeping most of the night. She can hold up her head for a little while, loves tummy time, and she can accidentally roll from her front to her back. Chris is an expert at tickling her and getting her to laugh. "A smile behind every binkie" is what he says, and it is true! We get the greatest comments on her awesome hair--if I had a nickle... She can wiggle 360 degrees around and get herself stuck in the bassinette-time to move to the crib! I finally bit the bullet and moved Leah and Samuel to the basement and put up the crib in the upstairs bedroom, which is now the baby's room! (She has previously resided in the living room her whole life!) It was a big project to rearrange all the bedrooms--the basement has actually been a work in progress for several months, involving moving the weight room and reallocating all the rooms and closets in the basement. But now that everything is in its place, it is so nice to have a nursery with crib, rocking chair and changing table all in one place.
Leah and Samuel are having a blast with their baby sister. She recognizes their faces and instantly grins. Thery are very protective. They always tell random people (cashiers, waitresses, people at the front door...) all about their baby sister-her name, how old she is, that she spits up a lot, etc. It is quite entertaining. We are so glad she is part of our family!
Leah and Samuel are having a blast with their baby sister. She recognizes their faces and instantly grins. Thery are very protective. They always tell random people (cashiers, waitresses, people at the front door...) all about their baby sister-her name, how old she is, that she spits up a lot, etc. It is quite entertaining. We are so glad she is part of our family!
And a video!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Endings and Outings
May was a big month for Leah. Not only did she become a big sister again, but she graduated from Preschool and finished a year of Ballet!
Preschool Graduation, with Miss Carol and then with friend Julia:
Preschool Graduation, with Miss Carol and then with friend Julia:
Leah's Ballet Recital, pictured with Miss Jennie and Miss T (Tiare):
To celebrate the end of one season and the beginning of the next, we visited Farm Country at Thanksgiving Point. There is something about that red window pane that lends itself particularly to photographing my not-so-little-anymore girl.
Now for a fun summer and then on to Kindergarten!
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