Sunday, July 27, 2014

30/52








A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2014. Linking up with Jodi and her 52 project.



Bode: lounged in this awkward position for the entire TV show, wiggling his loose front tooth the entire time (also love that he still likes wearing his socks mismatched, intentionally!)

Gianna: enjoying the sprinkler slide on a hot afternoon

Nico: loves wearing my hats (and reminds me of another little guy who loved hats as a toddler)


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Stranger danger



Do you remember the caution, "Stranger danger!" that was stressed in the 80s?  I think it was the 80s. I know I had a few nieces at that time, and I remember one of my sisters being incredibly paranoid about child abduction.  That doesn't  sound fair: paranoid about something serious like child abduction.  But I remember thinking she was...a little zealous about teaching her child all the dangers out there.   I was a young aunt and had zero children at the time, and had absolutely no idea how your whole heart and mind change once you have a child.  I had no idea how fear of everything what-if can become your whole line of thinking when you have a child. 

I have always been pretty calm (I think?) about stuff like "stranger danger" with my children. It's probably because I'm always with my children.  (And before I continue, I do understand that this type of thinking is not a preventative or the 'right' way to think!)  The only time I had an absolute tear-producing, fearful situation was when we "lost" Gianna at the Farmer's Market in Saratoga Springs for about 5 minutes. And I think I pretty much forgot about that 10 minutes after we found her. 



I had an interesting "lesson"  recently.  We went to Bode's 6 year well-check a couple of weeks ago.  His pediatrician examined him, asked me questions about his eating habits, his sleep habits and such.  And then she looked at me and said, "Now I'm going to ask Bode some questions."  She turned her attention fully to Bode, and kind of blocked me from his view with her body, and began to present different scenarios to him.  I could see him but he couldn't really see me without leaning and looking around the pediatrician.

The firs scenario she told him about was a 'nice' lady pulls up in our driveway while he is outside playing. The nice lady rolls down her window and asks Bode if he would like some candy. She says that she has a big bag of candy to give him if he'll get into her car.  The pediatrician asked, "Would you get into her car for the candy?"  

It took Bode a loooong time to think about this situation. Finally, after what seemed like several minutes, he answered, "No."

(Phew.)

The next scenario was we are at home and I am taking a shower. Before I get in the shower,  I tell Bode and Gianna not to bother me while I am showering ("Mommy is tired and wants to be alone.").  Someone rings the doorbell and  the person wants to be let in the house.  The person says that he knows Mommy and it's okay. Does Bode let the person in the house?   

This time, he answered a little more quickly and said "No."

The most likely (and scariest) scenario, I thought, was when she told him to think that he was in a store. He was looking at toys in the store and then he realized that I  had walked off to shop for something else. He looked around but I was not there anymore.  What does Bode do if he can not find Mommy in the store?

Bode had no clue on what to do.  He just sat there thinking.  I felt my anxiety rising, as if I was watching from a distance while he was actually lost in the store, and I was behind some glass, sound-proof cage where I wanted to shout the answer to him ("I'm here! I'm here! Don't worry, I'll never leave you!").  Finally the pediatrician gave him two solutions: one was to find a mommy with a baby and ask her for help, and the other solution was to find the person working at the register.  (Honestly I found the second solution kind of confusing, because really...couldn't somebody just be standing there waiting for Bode to wander over looking for his mommy? The only store that has "official" looking uniforms are grocery stores and big box stores, and even then, colors can look like uniforms. I've often seen people in Target wearing red shirts that are not store clerks, for example).  

The pediatrician put him through a couple of more scenarios like this (what I call, "stranger danger" scenarios) and even though it took Bode a long time to think about these situations, he always answered "correctly."  

But it really made me stop and think.  He answered the questions correctly (with a lot of time to think) but what  if he was scared and panicked? Or what if he was hungry and that candy looked so good?  What would he do in a real-life situation?  Hopefully we will never have to find out.  


Before this appointment, I'd never told my children,  "don't talk to strangers" or about people being "bad" or anything like that. I've never told my children to not get into other people's cars or to not answer the door.  It just never occurred to me that I would need to.  And honestly, I don't want to because I don't like introducing those bad thoughts into their minds.  I like that they have a pretty innocent view of the world and would like to keep it that way.  (but of course, I wouldn't want to put them in danger just to shelter them from bad thoughts, either)

So after these questions, the pediatrician talked to us both about what to do in these situations. And she also gave us homework. I am to help Bode learn how (and when) to call 9-1-1, to memorize my phone number and how to tell people our address (things that he "failed" during her test).  

A couple of days after the appointment, we were at the library and Gianna found a book about talking to strangers. I thought it was a 'sign' that she had found this book and brought it to me. So I checked the book out of the library to talk about the stranger subject further. But it was....awful.  I mean I couldn't even finish some of the sentences because they were so....fear-inducing. I made up sentences as I read it (to not read the scary parts) and then I hid the book so that they wouldn't see it (and want to read it again).  But then our baby sitter came over and read the book to them. After they read the book, they both would say stuff like, "Don't talk to strangers! They are bad!"  (ugh)

I spent a few days correcting that mistake. I made a point of smiling at people ("strangers") and saying Hello to people we see out and about. I think the stranger-danger thought is corrected.  I was happy to see Bode say, "Hello, how is your day going?" to a man painting our neighbor's fence. 

I've been working with Bode on memorizing phone numbers and so far, the only thing he has learned is  9-1-1 (of course, because that is easy). But my issue is, we don't have a landline in the house. I only have my cellphone. So there is no way for him to practice dialing or even what a phone looks like! So I don't know what to do about that? I guess we should have a landline. Maybe I should have him practice my phone calling his aunts or something. Any ideas?

I've also been talking to him and Gianna about different situations and how to manage them.  I'm trying to put these "scary" situations into a more "empowering" light than "theres's a stranger at the door!" type thinking.  But it's a hard line, trying to impart the seriousness of the situation and getting the "what-to-do-if..." message across without putting fear into their heads. 





Have you talked to your children about emergency or scary situations, and do you have any good tips on making it more of an empowering situation than a scary situation?

Happy Thursday!
xo



Monday, July 21, 2014

The weekend



This weekend was busy...but not because we had big plans. We just managed to fill the blank space quite nicely.  Saturday morning, we went to a park.  The children were thrilled.  I have let park time slip this past year.  I used to take them to parks all the time.  This year, not so much. I think it is because I'm so busy.  When we are in the car, we are usually on a mission to the grocery store or a doctor appointment or etc.  It is rare these days that I pile everyone in the car "just for fun."



Sunday was spent house hunting.  Ugh ugh ugh.  I think RWF and I are being so patient.  Well, we are trying to be patient.  It is a lot of work, sifting through MLS reports and emails from our broker.  I find that after a few weeks of patiently searching (waiting), my mind plays tricks on me: I start to think that xyz house is "not so bad," or "maybe this one would work...." but then after another tour through said house, I'm once again in the "not gonna work" camp.  And then I get angry (at myself, for falling for something) and resentful (at the other seemingly "nice" looking houses I see everywhere). It's bizarre. I never knew house hunting could be so....crazy.




And here we are in July and August is right around the corner.  Last week was "hell week" with all the driving to and from camp.  And Bode did not like camp at all which made me dislike everything even more.  RWF was gone all week on business. I didn't want to cook/clean/do laundry. But, we survived.   

Survived camp: hooray!

I told myself that we would enjoy this week of "nothing to do" and "nowhere to be."  I think everyone needs a break.  
Happy week, friends.
xo

29/52






A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014. Linking up with Jodi and her 52 project.

Bode: is in a growing his hair out phase.  This weekend, he insisted on a ponytail (and I happily obliged).  I figure that this phase will end soon. RWF was trying to talk him into a haircut this weekend. I'm all, "Why???"  He's a 5 year old boy.  Let him do with his hair what he wants. Years from now, he's not going to have the liberty (or inclination, most likely) to take risks like this without a lot of comment/peer pressure. Plus, the hair coupled with the old Lightening McQueen racing suit made me nostalgic, I guess? I remember when he was a toddler with long, curly hair and 100% invested in all things Cars.

Gianna: snack break after ballet camp.  Those tiny ballet shoes. (swoon)

Nico: happy (what else can I say?)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Wednesday



Here we are in the middle of another week of summer gone-by!  Gianna is off at camp.  Bode has once again chosen to stay home.  I tried to talk him into trying camp for a couple of hours today. He was positive that he did not want to go.  I am not going to push it.  

Please forgive my rant about all the driving, the heat, and the summer camp fiasco.  I am simply annoyed with myself for not listening to my inner voice (the inner voice that told me that Bode would not be interested in this camp, and that swim lessons and camp were going to be too much driving for me).  


The good news is, tomorrow is Gianna's last day of ballet camp, and it is also the last day of swim lessons for now.   The pool is closed for a few weeks.  And then we will start up lessons once again. 

For the time, we won't have any plans.  

Hooray!


We have another hot day ahead for us.  We are staying inside, as I have no desire for my baby and 5 year old to be out in the sun and heat.  I have a lot of errands to run, but they will have to wait. 



We have been eating out every night! With 90 degree temps at 5PM, I have no desire to heat the house further by turning on the stove or oven.  And I don't have the time or inclination to prepare a cold meal beforehand.  So we have been venturing out (in our air conditioned car) to (air conditioned) restaurant after restaurant.  I feel gross.  I mean, yuck on the eating out. And I think my children feel the same way. They love the novelty of eating out, and are so good in restaurants.  But I think even they prefer eating my home-cooked food.  Eating out a lot gets old, fast. But it's temporary, so I'm not going to worry about it.  

Happy Wednesday. 
xo

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

My stupid idea

This week, Bode and Gianna have swim lessons in the morning, followed by camp. I knew it was a mistake to overbook the day! But we had locked in swim lessons for the summer, and Gianna begged me to let her go to "princess ballet camp."  I couldn't say No, and I also knew that there was no way one child was going to camp and the other wasn't. So I signed up Bode for gymnastics camp.

BIG mistake.

They have swim lessons at 9 AM. Swim lessons wear them out.

Bode's camp starts at 9 AM, too. But I convinced the camp director to let him sneak in at 10 AM. (We really make it there at 10:20)

Gianna's camp starts at Noon. Both Bode's and Gianna's camp were supposed to end at 3:30. But then, Gianna's dance instructor changed the time to end at 2 PM, because the class is so small.

Anyone want to guess how much driving I've done so far?

Answer:  way too much

Anyone want to guess how many naps Nico has had this week?

Answer: zero

Anyone want to guess what Gianna thinks of camp?

Answer: Loves it so much! She pouts and turns into a sloth on the floor (lies down and refuses to move). I'm weary, and have zero patience for this bratty behavior! Ugh! Who is this child, and will her real mother please come and pick her up?

Anyone want to guess what Bode thinks of camp?

Answer: Hates it! He doesn't want to go! "What IS camp, Mom? Why do I have to do this?" Ugh!

Obviously, I am kicking myself (HARD) for this stupid, stupid thinking. Plus, the weather has been in the 90s, and we have no air conditioning. The heat is making everyone irritable, plus everyone is just tired.

I'm about to pull the plug on camp, and maybe even swim lessons, for the rest of this week! My children are not themselves. We need to rest and regroup. We need to get back to the simple pleasures of summer: nowhere to go, no clock, nothing we "have" to do, but just enjoy the time we have together.

Confession: I missed Bode so much while he was away at camp on Monday! When I picked him up, I just hugged him for the longest time. And he let me. I knew he didn't have fun. So guess what? He didn't go to camp today. ;)

Happy Tuesday, friends.
xo

Sunday, July 13, 2014

28/52





A portrait of my children every week, once a week, in 2014. Linking up with Jodi and her 52 project.


Bode - He's been more adventurous this year, stretching himself (physically and mentally) to try new things with his body.

Gianna - watering the garden

Nico - happy just hanging outside

Monday, July 7, 2014

July 4th




Waiting (impatiently) for the parade to start
We had a simple, lovely 4th of July holiday.  Our weather was hothothot, but we spent it outside.  We went to our town's little July 4th parade in the morning.  RWF and I discovered that Gianna is pretty aggressive when it comes to getting candy!  Any time someone would throw a handful in the street, she was on it.  It made me nervous, but RWF was right there with her. She came home with a (sandwich) bagful  of candy, like it was Halloween. Bode didn't get any, until a (nice) lady made her son give Bode a piece. (And of course, Gianna has to share her bounty with her brother.) We came home, and the children lounged like cats, tired from the parade and the heat.  I made my mom's macaroni salad, because I've been craving it like crazy for the past month. The 4th of July was a good excuse to make it (not that I need an excuse). We ate dinner outside, a departure for us but it was a nice little event all the same. 

I can't believe we are already in July!
xo

27/52




A portrait of my children once a week, every week*, in 2014. Linking up with Jodi and her 52 project.

*How hard is it to take and post a photo a week?  Apparently, it's pretty difficult for me! Aiyiyi. I'm trying...I've missed 4 (?) weeks but I'm going to try my best to keep at it.


Bode: on a walk, loves taking his father's hand and asking, "What should we talk about?"

Gianna: now 4 years old

Nico: independent