When I visited Aiden’s class on Monday for “All About Me Day” one of his classmates asked him if he liked to watch “rasslin” on TV. Aiden stared at him blankly and I had to say, “No, Aiden doesn’t watch wrestling.” The kid then proceeded to tell us that it comes on at 9:00 or 9:30. Aiden’s teacher gasped and asked what he was doing up so late. I was shocked, too. All of our kids go to bed between 8:00 and 8:30. The only day of the week that they get to stay up late is Wednesday night because we’re at church and my choir rehearsal runs until after 9:00.
So my question is this: What time does your first grader go to bed?
Aiden’s teacher was very firm when she told that kid, “Eight o’clock is a first grader’s bedtime.” And I agree. Weigh in on the poll below and leave me a comment if you have anything to add.
“Dinosaur Train!!! pooopoooo!!”
And then Simon covers his mouth and giggles like a stereotypical Asian girl who just heard a penis joke.
Aaaaaaand that’s how the potty talk wars usually begin. They happen at least twice a day. Simon starts babbling to himself and it turns into this:
“Simon, that’s enough potty talk.”
“Ooookayyy. peeepeee buuuuuuttt.”
And it’s not just the words. Simon, when getting into potty talk mode, takes on this tone of voice that’s a cross between the witch on “Dora the Explorer” and the one on “Tom and Jerry.” His voice gets all high and raspy and sing-song-y.
I don’t know what to do!!
I don’t remember the potty talk being this bad with the other boys, but I probably have just blocked it out.
So, um. How do you handle it? I could wash his mouth out with soap, but I don’t want him to go blind. I’ve made him leave the dinner table when it happens during supper. I just don’t know what else we can do. Should I ignore it and hope he grows out of it? Ok, that may be ideal, but the thing is, when Simon gets going on his doo-doo poo-poo tirade, the other boys get all giggly and it escalates into a full-blown fartpooppeepee-fest. Not so easy to ignore.
Please, someone help. Point me in the direction of a non-violent way to handle this craziness. I’m about to loose my stinking, pooping mind.
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I haven’t done a Mommy Confession in a while, but this week made me realize I need to get something off my chest:
I feel guilty for being sick.
There. I said it. Why do I, as a mother, feel so guilty when I can’t do what I’m here for? Sure, I like the peace and quiet that comes with healing. And it’s great not having to wipe anyone’s butt, clean cheese out of the carpet, or solve major crises between children. There’s just this part of me that misses being able to snuggle, bounce, and pace the floor with Timothy. I want to bend down to kiss boo-boos and buckle belts. Mostly, I don’t want to see my husband overwhelmed like I usually am.
For these guilty feelings, I’m going to blame modern medicine. If this had been a few decades ago, I for sure would still be in the hospital with nurses tending to my every need. I’d have flowers by my bed and visitors bringing candies for me to nibble. But Timothy would not be with me, so I also have to thank modern medicine for allowing me to come home so soon. I just hate that I can only provide him with my milk and occasional cuddles right now.
Leave it to a mommy to feel guilty about getting her appendix out. Hopefully, I can heal quickly and get back to doing what I do best…whatever that is.
Every parent sends their kids outside, right? The thing is, I can’t stand it when they are constantly coming in for one thing or another.
I’m thirtsy.
I’m hot.
I need a sword.
Look at this leaf.
Look at this flower.
Look at this bug.
Look at this rock.
Look at this stick.
Look at this pinecone.
I need to go to the bathroom.
He’s being mean to me.
He hit me.
He called me a meanie butt.
So I lock the door. They can get water from the hose and pee in the woods. I send them outside when I can tell they’re getting stir crazy or I need to mop the kitchen. No matter how many times I tell them to stay outside, the only way they get the hint is if I make it impossible for them to come back in.
MOMMY WINS
Today’s topic is “6 things about your children that you are proud of.” You can answer this with a list of 6 words, 6 phrases, 6 sentences, 6 paragraphs, 6 photos, 6 videos, etc .
Well, this should be easy.
- Corey is a great reader. He reads at a fifth grade level and adores the library! I’m so glad that we’ve raised at least one bookworm…so far.
- Simon potty-learned early! The older boys took until they were three to even start, but Simon was all about the potty at the age of two. We’re still working on nighttime, but I know we’ll get there.
- Aiden excelled in Kindergarten. He never went to pre-k, so we weren’t sure how he was going to handle it. He met all of his goals and passed all the requirements to make it to first grade. Yes, I cried at his graduation.
- I’m proud of Timothy (and myself!) for overcoming my oversupply issues without a nursing strike. WHEW.
- All three of the older boys are slowly getting their room in order thanks to the House Fairys. Yeehaw!
- And finally, I’m proud of all my kids for just being so darn cute.
