So the other day, my good friend Heidi shared the following post from Love and Logic on my Fb:
"Moms…do you ever feel like the weight of the world is resting firmly on your shoulders? Do you ever feel like it's your job…YOUR JOB… to make sure that your kids always do the right thing and turn out well? Do you ever worry that the entire neighborhood is aware and judging you when your kids sneak out of the house with mismatched socks, messy hair and less-than-polite attitudes?
Oftentimes, the most loving and effective mothers take the most heat from others and themselves.
Wonderful moms understand that kids need to make plenty of small, affordable mistakes. They know that kids must experience occasional struggles and disappointments. They also know that constant rescuing or micromanaging just creates kids who need constant rescuing and micromanaging.
Because of this, the best moms often feel a bit lonely and unsure of themselves. They feel lonely because our society too frequently rewards what looks good rather than what is good. They feel lonely because they rarely overhear other mothers bragging about allowing their kids to learn by forgetting a lunch, misplacing an occasional homework paper, or having to pay for a lost coat.
The best moms often feel a bit lonely and unsure of themselves.
It's easy to feel guilty or insecure when you see so many "super hover mommies" acting like pack mules, carrying all of their children's sporting equipment, back packs and other responsibilities. It's easy to lose perspective when your minivan is the only one without an "Honor Student" bumper sticker. It's tempting to waver when the parents next door are working harder completing their child's homework than their child is.
On this Mother's Day holiday, I hope to encourage all of the wonderful mothers who let things fall apart from time to time…who understand the wisdom of providing a rather imperfect world for their kids. When you find yourself feeling insecure or guilty, listen to our audio, Helicopters, Drill Sergeants and Consultants, and be reminded that it's far better for our kids to submit a sloppy science fair project than them seeing us hunched over the kitchen table frantically doing it for them."
This got me thinking--a dangerous past time, I know (name that movie). I always look at Heidi and think what an amazing mom she is. Her kids eat their vegetables, are well-mannered and smart, her house is so clean, she makes her own bread, she's so organized, she has it all together, etc., etc. Then I look at myself and think what a terrible mom I am. My kids aren't really sure what vegetables are, they can throw some amazing tantrums, my house is a disaster zone, my life feels like chaos most days, etc., etc. I realize that I do this with most women I know. It is very easy for me to only see the wonderful things that other moms are doing and compare that to what I feel are my inadequacies. When I read this post by Heidi, I felt a little surprised. She feels this way too sometimes?! But she is an awesome mom! It never occurs to me that these super moms that I see all around me feel the same inadequacies and self-judgments as I do. Maybe when we think people are looking at us judging us, maybe, just maybe, they didn't even notice or think twice that my kids had McDonald's twice last week.
I'm realizing that when out in public, most moms try to put their best foot forward just like I do. It's not an act, per se, it's more of a fake it 'til you make it kind of thing. If I act like I have it all together when I take my children to story time at the library, then maybe one day it will come true...some day.
Whenever I see someone else's child throwing a tantrum or misbehaving or with messy hair, I always think, "Oh, thank heavens! Someone else is imperfect like me and has imperfect children like me too!" Followed by a sigh of relief and strong urge to hug the stuffing out of that good, frazzled mother.
So I think for Mother's Day this year, I'm going to give myself a gift--the gift of no judging. I'm going to try really hard to stop comparing my faults to other's strengths. I'm going to compliment myself when I do something right and forgive myself when I do something wrong. I'm going to lower my expectations for myself. I mean, I don't expect my friends to do everything and do it perfectly, so why do I expect that of myself? And most of all, I'm going to accept the fact that God loves me and that He never meant for me to do this mother thing perfectly or to do this alone. I need to quit floundering for so long before I turn to Him for help.
So, chin up, Jolene! You're doing just fine.
Here's a piece of art that I didn't really understand when I first saw it many years ago, but now there's something about it that just resonates with me. If you notice all of the responsibilities that the woman is carrying, and how her foot just brushes the tree below her. She's not flying high. She's just barely clearing the trees. That's how I feel most days, but I'm flying nonetheless.
It's called Responsible Woman. The artist is James Christensen. You can check out his other artwork at: http://www.jameschristensen.com/
1 hunky husband + 3 adorable and adventurous boys + 1 beautiful, little princess + 1 big, slobbery dog = 1 happy momma!
Let it be noted that I was once an English teacher but am now the mother of four very young and very vivacious children. I blame all grammatical and spelling errors on this fact and ask for your compassion and forgiveness (and maybe some brownies too). =)
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Being a mom is like being a Las Vegas performer.
Being a mom is like being a Las Vegas performer. I'm not talking the scantily clad performers with lots of sequins and feathers or strip club gals. I mean performers like what you might see on the TV show America's Got Talent...performers just trying to have the act that draws people in to see it time and time again. For example, this is from the Las Vegas publicity website (lasvegas.com):
No other city can compete with the events, concerts and shows in Las Vegas. We're truly the Entertainment Capital of the World. And no matter what you're looking for this summer, we've got just the event. There are Las Vegas shows with dancing, singing, acrobatics and more. There's comedy or drama. And a healthy amount of spectacle.
And the concerts are out of this world all summer, and year, long. Nowhere else are so many talented performers performing night after night...
Sorry, Las Vegas. I beg to differ. My house might give you a run for your money. As a mother, I am performing every day. I sing, I dance, I act, I improv, I do impersonations and puppet shows, and I'm a pretty good comedian. The thing I love about being a mom is that I am not a good singer (I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket); I'm not a good dancer; my impersonations aren't always spot on; my jokes are usually cheesy; but my kids still like it. They keep requesting the same songs every day. They like to sing and dance with me and be silly. We have fun and enjoy being together. So maybe I don't have the huge crowds or fame and maybe I'm not making the big bucks, but hearing those cute laughs and giggles and making those fun memories is so much better.
By the way, what does 'a healthy amount of spectacle' mean? Is there some way to measure how much spectacle is healthy and how much crosses the line to unhealthy? Just wondering.
No other city can compete with the events, concerts and shows in Las Vegas. We're truly the Entertainment Capital of the World. And no matter what you're looking for this summer, we've got just the event. There are Las Vegas shows with dancing, singing, acrobatics and more. There's comedy or drama. And a healthy amount of spectacle.
Sorry, Las Vegas. I beg to differ. My house might give you a run for your money. As a mother, I am performing every day. I sing, I dance, I act, I improv, I do impersonations and puppet shows, and I'm a pretty good comedian. The thing I love about being a mom is that I am not a good singer (I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket); I'm not a good dancer; my impersonations aren't always spot on; my jokes are usually cheesy; but my kids still like it. They keep requesting the same songs every day. They like to sing and dance with me and be silly. We have fun and enjoy being together. So maybe I don't have the huge crowds or fame and maybe I'm not making the big bucks, but hearing those cute laughs and giggles and making those fun memories is so much better.
By the way, what does 'a healthy amount of spectacle' mean? Is there some way to measure how much spectacle is healthy and how much crosses the line to unhealthy? Just wondering.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Mommy Confessions
Here's another post from Honest Mom.
These made me laugh and do that I-know-what-you-mean nod. Also, here's a few confessions of my own:
--When someone comes to my house, even if I've just spent hours cleaning it, I always apologize for the mess. I think I hope that they think that the house is at it's messiest and think, "wow! It's not messy at all. What a great homemaker." Because if people saw my house at its worst, they would think, "Maybe this house should be condemned? What does this woman do all day?!"
--I sometimes growl at my children. Sometimes I just get so frustrated that I just growl out of frustration. It was all good until my three-year-old started copying me. Grrrrrrr.
--I hide candy and eat it in secret so that I don't have to share with my kids (and sometimes my hubbie). It's really my first born's fault. He's the one that gave me the sweet tooth when I was pregnant with him. Unfortunately, I had the baby but the sweet tooth just never went away!
Come on, moms, what's your confessions?
It all started with an innocent confession as I sat in a chair in my daughter’s room, waiting for her to fall asleep.
These made me laugh and do that I-know-what-you-mean nod. Also, here's a few confessions of my own:
--When someone comes to my house, even if I've just spent hours cleaning it, I always apologize for the mess. I think I hope that they think that the house is at it's messiest and think, "wow! It's not messy at all. What a great homemaker." Because if people saw my house at its worst, they would think, "Maybe this house should be condemned? What does this woman do all day?!"
--I sometimes growl at my children. Sometimes I just get so frustrated that I just growl out of frustration. It was all good until my three-year-old started copying me. Grrrrrrr.
--I hide candy and eat it in secret so that I don't have to share with my kids (and sometimes my hubbie). It's really my first born's fault. He's the one that gave me the sweet tooth when I was pregnant with him. Unfortunately, I had the baby but the sweet tooth just never went away!
Come on, moms, what's your confessions?
IN WHICH I MAKE GOOFY CONFESSIONS FOR ALL OF FACEBOOK TO READ.
It all started with an innocent confession as I sat in a chair in my daughter’s room, waiting for her to fall asleep.
Yes, I do that.
And apparently a lot of you do, too. Because when I admitted it on Facebook, 100 people liked it and 28 people chimed in, confessing they did the same thing.
Hmmmm, I thought. We are honest moms, indeed.
So I fessed up to this one:
Hundreds of people admitted to doing the EXACT SAME THING.
Not only that, but I was thrilled to read that many of you also forget your wet laundry in the dryer for days and rewash it because it gets stinky. And re-dry your clothes in the dryer over and over, hoping it’ll get the wrinkles out.
We are a sisterhood of laundry avoiders.
Next, I admitted that I may not always be attending to official business when I’m in the bathroom:
Me too! chorused the masses. I, too, do whatever it takes to get in a game of Words With Friends or play on Facebook for 10 minutes!
But some of you poor mamas have kiddos who won’t let you even tend to your needs in the loo alone. I remember those days.
Now, however, my kids just bang on the door and proclaim they need me RIGHT NOW MAMA because they must have a snack / are dying of thirst / need help with putting on a fairy costume IMMEDIATELY.
And really, unless I hear crying or screaming? I tune them out.
Then, as I was thinking about my oh-so-riveting social life on Saturday night, I threw up a quick question on Facebook:
“Ah, another fabulous, exciting Saturday night, folding laundry before crashing at 9:45pm. Good times, good times. Is anyone’s night as riveting as mine? Or do some of you actually, you know, do stuff and go places?”
Apparently I am not alone. You people are as boring as me. My laundry folding and TV watching was frankly a big wild party compared to some of you. Martinis and Minivans busying herself by chowing down multiple Little Debbie snack cakes. Mrs. HouseTalkN herself was in her jammies by 8pm. And one mom wasn’t even aware it was Saturday.
Today, to round up my series of confessions, I told the Facebook masses about my guilty little secret:
I don’t exactly hurry my way through the grocery store when I get to go alone. I may even dawdle. You, too, huh?
“As refreshing as a trip to the spa,” agreed one mom. And RachRiot loves her grocery getaway, too: “It’s like a little vacay, plus my grocery store plays kick-ass ’80′s music. WIN.”
So many moms, so many confessions, so fun to read. I still can’t get over the fact that I am not the only one who is hopelessly laundry-challenged.
I feel like this woman might be my long lost sister...=)
Being a mom is like being a mother grizzly bear.
Being a mom means joining a primal club that includes members from all different species. The human mother is most comparable to the mother grizzly bear. When you are in bear country, one of the biggest rules to follow is to avoid bear cubs at all costs. Bear cubs are clumsy and adorable, but if there is a bear cub then momma bear isn't going to be very far away. And you DO NOT want to mess with momma bear. Momma bear doesn't care if you were just trying to get a good picture or share your pb&j sandwich with her offspring. She will tear you to shreds before you can take a breath to explain.
I have found myself going momma bear a few times. Heaven help anyone who tries to hurt my boys. Once I even went a little momma bear on my husband. He was driving a little too fast or recklessly, in my opinion, and I had my cubs strapped in their car seats in the back of the car. It wasn't pretty. If I remember correctly, I may have threatened to rip his arm off and beat him with it if he didn't slow down and be careful right then. I'm not a violent person, per se, but when it comes to my children, I would not hesitate to do whatever I needed to do to protect them.
Also, here's a little lesson dads can learn from nature: Daddy bears usually stay clear of momma bears right after she has her cubs. I mean, unless he wants to help clean the cave or take the cubs for a stroll to give momma bear some rest, daddy bears know it's best to just steer clear of momma bear until she gets feeling back to her normal self. =)
I have found myself going momma bear a few times. Heaven help anyone who tries to hurt my boys. Once I even went a little momma bear on my husband. He was driving a little too fast or recklessly, in my opinion, and I had my cubs strapped in their car seats in the back of the car. It wasn't pretty. If I remember correctly, I may have threatened to rip his arm off and beat him with it if he didn't slow down and be careful right then. I'm not a violent person, per se, but when it comes to my children, I would not hesitate to do whatever I needed to do to protect them.
Also, here's a little lesson dads can learn from nature: Daddy bears usually stay clear of momma bears right after she has her cubs. I mean, unless he wants to help clean the cave or take the cubs for a stroll to give momma bear some rest, daddy bears know it's best to just steer clear of momma bear until she gets feeling back to her normal self. =)
By the way, I took this awesome picture of this momma bear nursing her cubs (yes, I know this goes against everything I just said, but I feel like this momma bear and I had an understanding, and I had a really good zoom on the camera, and I felt like I could outrun some of the other people that were there at the time). I love how she's slouched against a tree and looks so thrilled. I know that feeling sometimes. Don't get me wrong, nursing is great, but every two to three hours, really?! =)
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Being a mom is like being an engineer...without any training.
Being a mom is like being an engineer but without any schooling or training. The first time I tried to put our Baby Einstein bouncer together, I thought, "How hard could this be?" Apparently, due to complaints about difficult to understand instructions and the inconvenience of writing instructions in various languages for a global society, many companies have begun just doing picture instructions. But these picture instructions are NOT detailed or well-drawn. It's like the pictures that your weird third-cousin draws while playing Pictionary at the family reunion. Is that a bat? A dog? Oh, it's George Clooney. I see it now. One of these days I'm going to write to these toy manufacturers using just stick figure drawings to complain about their complex instructions.
After assembling various toys, bikes, trikes, beds, furniture, etc. I think I'm ready to go help with the overpass they're building on the freeway nearby. It really can't be much more complicated than putting a day bed together, right?
Just inserting batteries can be a complicated procedure--the most complicated part being not losing those itty bitty screws that they use. Every time, the minute I do the last twist to remove the tiny screw, it's going to somehow go flying across the room. We then spend the next forty minutes on our hands and knees searching for it, only to find it as it's about to go in the baby's mouth. Every time.
The other thing that makes me feel like an engineer is all the building that I do with my boys. They love blocks and train tracks. And they don't want just your standard run-of-the mill buildings. They want state-of-the-art sky scrapers and complex European train track systems. I'm still working on making a good oval with my train tracks; anything more complicated, we usually need to call in the big guns, Daddy. Somehow daddy knows how to build arches and bridges, balconies and balustrades. But I'm learning and the boys make sure that I get plenty of practice.
After assembling various toys, bikes, trikes, beds, furniture, etc. I think I'm ready to go help with the overpass they're building on the freeway nearby. It really can't be much more complicated than putting a day bed together, right?
Just inserting batteries can be a complicated procedure--the most complicated part being not losing those itty bitty screws that they use. Every time, the minute I do the last twist to remove the tiny screw, it's going to somehow go flying across the room. We then spend the next forty minutes on our hands and knees searching for it, only to find it as it's about to go in the baby's mouth. Every time.
The other thing that makes me feel like an engineer is all the building that I do with my boys. They love blocks and train tracks. And they don't want just your standard run-of-the mill buildings. They want state-of-the-art sky scrapers and complex European train track systems. I'm still working on making a good oval with my train tracks; anything more complicated, we usually need to call in the big guns, Daddy. Somehow daddy knows how to build arches and bridges, balconies and balustrades. But I'm learning and the boys make sure that I get plenty of practice.
Milestones
I haven't been keeping my blog the most up-dated, so here are a few milestones that the boys have reached in the past few months:
Sam is finally potty trained. I tried all sorts of methods (we read books, picked out cool big boy underwear,went all day for days with no clothes, did sticker charts, reward charts, gummy bears bribes, and much more), but I had finally resigned myself to the fact that he just wasn't ready. Then my good friend, Heidi, gave us a bin of toys for boys (some cars, jets, etc.) She had received the toys but has all girls. So as a last hope, I put all of the toys in a big, clear bag and told Sam it was the potty bag. Every time he went potty in the big boy potty, he could reach into the bag and get a surprise. He started wearing big boy underwear that day, and has only had a few accidents in about five months. He doesn't even need pull-ups or anything at night. Potty training is a piece of cake...ha ha!
Sam can not only sing the alphabet song, but he also recognizes letters. I didn't realize how good he was at this until Nic and I were working on some word puzzles. Sam wanted to play, so I told him to find certain letters to spell out the words I needed. He was able to identify every letter. He can also spell his name. In fact, he likes to get on daddy's Iphone and the Ipad and type his name. At first, he had his letters mixed up a little, and we would get reminders of appointments with 'asm', but he has since remedied that problem and now we receive NUMEROUS reminders about SAM all day long. I feel like I'm in one of the those Mormon advertisements--"Family: Isn't it about time?" Sam makes sure that we remember to spend time with him every day! =)
I hate to admit it, but Sam is also a screen junkie. He can work the Ipad and Iphone without any problem. My dad just got an Ipad, and we like to joke that Sam can go show grandpa how to use his computer. He really could. The kid is very technologically smart. He has his favorite games that he likes to play, and one of his favorite things is browsing apps and picking out new ones that he wants to try. He always wants to know the password so that he can purchase new apps. Sorry, kid, that ain't going to happen! He also has his favorite shows, including: Diego, Dora, Pocoyo, Pingu, Eebee, Yo Gabba Gabba, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. His two favorite movies right now are: Despicable Me and Rio. Some Disney movies are a little too intense for him still (he's a little sensitive to the scary parts like Ursula on The Little Mermaid). And whenever I start feeling a little guilty about how much screen time he has, he does something like acting out an entire scene while inserting himself as a character in the scene or counting to 8 in Spanish. He's learning new things constantly. And we do try to do non-screen things each day too.
He is full of curiosity and imagination. I love it! Sam is also quite the comedian. His two favorite jokes are:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because he was walking that way. (This is a Sam original).
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Boo.
Boo who?
You don't have to cry. It's just me!
As for church, Sam graduated from the nursery in January and is now a Sunbeam. The transition has not been very smooth, however. Sam loved nursery (snacks, toys, and lots of attention, who wouldn't?) from day one and it has been very difficult to let go. He has fallen asleep in class a couple of times and one time he ran away yelling. (After hearing stories of how Nic ran away from school when he was little because he got a new teacher, I'm thinking it might be hereditary). But he seems to be doing a little better and seems to be enjoying class time.
Sam loves being a big brother, if not just for the torture factor. He and Mark are starting to get to the point where they play together for a little bit, and Sam loves helping to take care of Cole (or Baby Mo Mo, as he likes to call him). One of my greatest desires as a mother is that my boys will be best friends. We're working on it every day!
I didn't think it would ever happen, but in January, Mark finally decided to walk. Mark just never showed any interest in walking. He didn't even like to stand very much. After I had Cole, I couldn't really lift Mark very much at first, but I ended up doing it because the kid just wouldn't walk. And he would start getting really frustrated because he wanted to get somewhere but couldn't. Perhaps he was a little spoiled and got carried around too much, who knows. I kept asking his pediatrician and our Early Intervention specialist if it was a physical problem or had to do with his earlier issues, but it was just the fact that he needed to decide that he wanted to do it. Mark is definitely bull headed, and you don't tell him what to do. It has to be his decision. But once he started walking, he was running. He is constantly on the go now. And he is my little athlete. I think he has daddy's athleticism. He can throw really well, kick a ball, jump, and climb. Sometimes I worry a little because with his shunt he's not supposed to do contact sports, but he's my boy with the build and interest in football. We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get there.
Mark is definitely all boy. It's funny to see the similarities and differences between Mark and Sam. While Sam's cars like to talk to each other, Mark's cars drive. Mark loves to drive his cars all over the place (complete with the car sound effects). Mark loves dirt. We just got a sandbox a month ago, and Mark practically lives in the sandbox. He loves to be outside. Now that the weather is getting warmer, I don't hardly see the kid anymore. He goes outside in the morning and then I drag him back in for meals and bedtime. Mark's nickname is Bonk because he is such a physical boy. He is constantly bonking his head, hammering on something (or someone), or moving my furniture. That kid is crazy strong!
Just last month, Mark graduated from Early Intervention. Melinda, his specialist, did his bi-yearly evaluation and told us that there isn't anything more she can do for him. He is right on schedule for fine and gross motor skills. He is very smart and socially outgoing. You would never know all that he has been through. He's just a regular toddler. While I'm excited for this next step, I'm also really going to miss Melinda. I will post the letter I wrote to my legislators about the Early Intervention program later.
The only thing that he is kind of lagging with is talking. He can say 'dada', 'momma', 'nan-nan', 'banana', 'gu-gu' (gus), and a few other little words, but that's about it. Lately, he's been making more effort to communicate, but still gets really frustrated when he can't communicate what he wants. He's also funny because, unlike most kids, he says, 'yeah' but not 'no'. If you ask him something and the answer is yes, he'll say, "yeah, yeah!" If the answer is no, he just won't answer you. I can remember a time when I thought 'no' was the only word in Sam's vocabulary! This next month we're going to start working with a speech therapist to help him communicate better. Melinda says that it might just be a defiance issue, and knowing Mark, she might be right.
Mark especially loves being the older brother to Cole. He loves to hug and tickle his little brother. He sometimes needs a little reminding to be gentle, but, for the most part, is super cute with his baby. And he loves all other babies too. He loves to play with babies and bring them toys. Mark has a big heart and likes to share toys and snacks with Cole and with other babies. I think Mark and Cole are going to be especially good friends.
I like the rhyme, "Old King Cole was a merry, old soul..." because it describes Cole perfectly. He is such a merry soul. He's so good natured and always smiling and laughing. You can say 'tickle' to him and he'll laugh. The only time he's not very happy is when he's hungry. That's a very serious time!
Cole is my rock n' roller. He rolls everywhere. He started rolling onto his tummy pretty early on and now you have to keep an eye on him. Within a minute, he can make it clear across the room. I call him my 'Rolley Cole-y." I wonder if he'll crawl a lot sooner than his brothers did. He is really good at lifting his upper body with his arms. And he wants to be running around with his brothers so badly.
Cole also got his first tooth when he was just six months old. He now has his two front bottom teeth. And that kid loves to eat. He would nurse all day if I let him and loves baby food. The other day we were at the park. I had Cole on my lap and was talking to one of the other boys, when I looked down and discovered that Cole had eaten half of his brother's peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I guess I'm going too slow in introducing solid foods. He's ready for the good stuff! At his six month appointment, he was in the 7th percentile for weight and our pediatrician recommended nursing him more to get more calories for him. Nic thinks Cole paid the doctor to say that, because he doesn't look scrawny by any means. But we've been working on eating more, much to Cole's happiness.
Sam
Sam is finally potty trained. I tried all sorts of methods (we read books, picked out cool big boy underwear,went all day for days with no clothes, did sticker charts, reward charts, gummy bears bribes, and much more), but I had finally resigned myself to the fact that he just wasn't ready. Then my good friend, Heidi, gave us a bin of toys for boys (some cars, jets, etc.) She had received the toys but has all girls. So as a last hope, I put all of the toys in a big, clear bag and told Sam it was the potty bag. Every time he went potty in the big boy potty, he could reach into the bag and get a surprise. He started wearing big boy underwear that day, and has only had a few accidents in about five months. He doesn't even need pull-ups or anything at night. Potty training is a piece of cake...ha ha!
Sam can not only sing the alphabet song, but he also recognizes letters. I didn't realize how good he was at this until Nic and I were working on some word puzzles. Sam wanted to play, so I told him to find certain letters to spell out the words I needed. He was able to identify every letter. He can also spell his name. In fact, he likes to get on daddy's Iphone and the Ipad and type his name. At first, he had his letters mixed up a little, and we would get reminders of appointments with 'asm', but he has since remedied that problem and now we receive NUMEROUS reminders about SAM all day long. I feel like I'm in one of the those Mormon advertisements--"Family: Isn't it about time?" Sam makes sure that we remember to spend time with him every day! =)
I hate to admit it, but Sam is also a screen junkie. He can work the Ipad and Iphone without any problem. My dad just got an Ipad, and we like to joke that Sam can go show grandpa how to use his computer. He really could. The kid is very technologically smart. He has his favorite games that he likes to play, and one of his favorite things is browsing apps and picking out new ones that he wants to try. He always wants to know the password so that he can purchase new apps. Sorry, kid, that ain't going to happen! He also has his favorite shows, including: Diego, Dora, Pocoyo, Pingu, Eebee, Yo Gabba Gabba, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. His two favorite movies right now are: Despicable Me and Rio. Some Disney movies are a little too intense for him still (he's a little sensitive to the scary parts like Ursula on The Little Mermaid). And whenever I start feeling a little guilty about how much screen time he has, he does something like acting out an entire scene while inserting himself as a character in the scene or counting to 8 in Spanish. He's learning new things constantly. And we do try to do non-screen things each day too.
He is full of curiosity and imagination. I love it! Sam is also quite the comedian. His two favorite jokes are:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because he was walking that way. (This is a Sam original).
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Boo.
Boo who?
You don't have to cry. It's just me!
As for church, Sam graduated from the nursery in January and is now a Sunbeam. The transition has not been very smooth, however. Sam loved nursery (snacks, toys, and lots of attention, who wouldn't?) from day one and it has been very difficult to let go. He has fallen asleep in class a couple of times and one time he ran away yelling. (After hearing stories of how Nic ran away from school when he was little because he got a new teacher, I'm thinking it might be hereditary). But he seems to be doing a little better and seems to be enjoying class time.
Sam loves being a big brother, if not just for the torture factor. He and Mark are starting to get to the point where they play together for a little bit, and Sam loves helping to take care of Cole (or Baby Mo Mo, as he likes to call him). One of my greatest desires as a mother is that my boys will be best friends. We're working on it every day!
Mark
I didn't think it would ever happen, but in January, Mark finally decided to walk. Mark just never showed any interest in walking. He didn't even like to stand very much. After I had Cole, I couldn't really lift Mark very much at first, but I ended up doing it because the kid just wouldn't walk. And he would start getting really frustrated because he wanted to get somewhere but couldn't. Perhaps he was a little spoiled and got carried around too much, who knows. I kept asking his pediatrician and our Early Intervention specialist if it was a physical problem or had to do with his earlier issues, but it was just the fact that he needed to decide that he wanted to do it. Mark is definitely bull headed, and you don't tell him what to do. It has to be his decision. But once he started walking, he was running. He is constantly on the go now. And he is my little athlete. I think he has daddy's athleticism. He can throw really well, kick a ball, jump, and climb. Sometimes I worry a little because with his shunt he's not supposed to do contact sports, but he's my boy with the build and interest in football. We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get there.
Mark is definitely all boy. It's funny to see the similarities and differences between Mark and Sam. While Sam's cars like to talk to each other, Mark's cars drive. Mark loves to drive his cars all over the place (complete with the car sound effects). Mark loves dirt. We just got a sandbox a month ago, and Mark practically lives in the sandbox. He loves to be outside. Now that the weather is getting warmer, I don't hardly see the kid anymore. He goes outside in the morning and then I drag him back in for meals and bedtime. Mark's nickname is Bonk because he is such a physical boy. He is constantly bonking his head, hammering on something (or someone), or moving my furniture. That kid is crazy strong!
Just last month, Mark graduated from Early Intervention. Melinda, his specialist, did his bi-yearly evaluation and told us that there isn't anything more she can do for him. He is right on schedule for fine and gross motor skills. He is very smart and socially outgoing. You would never know all that he has been through. He's just a regular toddler. While I'm excited for this next step, I'm also really going to miss Melinda. I will post the letter I wrote to my legislators about the Early Intervention program later.
The only thing that he is kind of lagging with is talking. He can say 'dada', 'momma', 'nan-nan', 'banana', 'gu-gu' (gus), and a few other little words, but that's about it. Lately, he's been making more effort to communicate, but still gets really frustrated when he can't communicate what he wants. He's also funny because, unlike most kids, he says, 'yeah' but not 'no'. If you ask him something and the answer is yes, he'll say, "yeah, yeah!" If the answer is no, he just won't answer you. I can remember a time when I thought 'no' was the only word in Sam's vocabulary! This next month we're going to start working with a speech therapist to help him communicate better. Melinda says that it might just be a defiance issue, and knowing Mark, she might be right.
Mark especially loves being the older brother to Cole. He loves to hug and tickle his little brother. He sometimes needs a little reminding to be gentle, but, for the most part, is super cute with his baby. And he loves all other babies too. He loves to play with babies and bring them toys. Mark has a big heart and likes to share toys and snacks with Cole and with other babies. I think Mark and Cole are going to be especially good friends.
Cole
I like the rhyme, "Old King Cole was a merry, old soul..." because it describes Cole perfectly. He is such a merry soul. He's so good natured and always smiling and laughing. You can say 'tickle' to him and he'll laugh. The only time he's not very happy is when he's hungry. That's a very serious time!
Cole is my rock n' roller. He rolls everywhere. He started rolling onto his tummy pretty early on and now you have to keep an eye on him. Within a minute, he can make it clear across the room. I call him my 'Rolley Cole-y." I wonder if he'll crawl a lot sooner than his brothers did. He is really good at lifting his upper body with his arms. And he wants to be running around with his brothers so badly.
Cole also got his first tooth when he was just six months old. He now has his two front bottom teeth. And that kid loves to eat. He would nurse all day if I let him and loves baby food. The other day we were at the park. I had Cole on my lap and was talking to one of the other boys, when I looked down and discovered that Cole had eaten half of his brother's peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I guess I'm going too slow in introducing solid foods. He's ready for the good stuff! At his six month appointment, he was in the 7th percentile for weight and our pediatrician recommended nursing him more to get more calories for him. Nic thinks Cole paid the doctor to say that, because he doesn't look scrawny by any means. But we've been working on eating more, much to Cole's happiness.
A Love for Books
I love books, and I love to see my boys love books. I hope that they will always have a love for reading. I like to watch Mark go to the bookshelf and look and look until he finds his favorite books. I like how Mark's favorite way to read is sitting on top of you. I like watching the boys' reactions to books--their smiles and laughs and excitement. I want to remember their first favorites, so I just thought I would write down the first books that captured their hearts (the books that we've read over and over and over and over again until everyone has them memorized).
By the way, here are a few of my first favorite books (I still have them memorized!):
Sam's First Favorite Books:
Mark's First Favorite Books:
Cole currently likes to eat any book. I'll post his favorite books when he's more selective and more into reading than eating.
By the way, here are a few of my first favorite books (I still have them memorized!):
Sam's First Favorite Books:
Mark's First Favorite Books:
Cole currently likes to eat any book. I'll post his favorite books when he's more selective and more into reading than eating.
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