Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

My Yesh Man

We're already seeing signs of the terrible two's.



Screaming fits on the floor that last twenty minutes at a time. Daily. Multiple times a day.

The cause of said tantrum? I asked Doodlebug to crawl or walk over to his highchair because he said he was hungry. It was ten feet away.



I guess that makes me the meanest mommy on the planet. I know that leads to some really rough days.

But a week ago Doodlebug also learned a new word. Yes. Or as he says it, "Yesh".

It is his stock answer for everything.

Do you want to eat?

Yesh.

Do you want to play ball?

Yesh.

How are you this morning?

Yesh.

Will you financially support Mommy in her old age?

Yesh.

Can I quote you on that?

Yesh.

In a few more weeks the stock answer will change to "No". But until then I'm just going to enjoy my little yesh man.



Isn't he the cutest little boy in the world? Yesh.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Some Reasons I Love Being a Stay at Home Mom

  1. Baby giggles are the best things ever. Seriously, if I could bottle them sales of Prozac would drop dramatically.
  2. On beautiful spring days I get to play outside.
  3. Doodlebug is my favorite baby in the whole world and I get to hang out with him all day.
  4. When I’m really tired, I can take a nap (as long as Doodlebug is on board with this plan!)
  5. I get to play with bubbles.
  6. The commute is awesome.
  7. My boss is so stinkin’ cute!
  8. Doodlebug makes sure I don't take myself too seriously.
  9. Part of my job description is snuggling.
  10. Every day is a new adventure.
  11. I love seeing my little guy discover the world.
  12. I get to be creative and stretch my capacity to be resourceful.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

You Know You are Tired When...

In honor of my son choosing to get up at 5:00 AM (two hours early!!!) when he knows Mommy has mono and is exhausted at best anyway....

1. You have to tell the nurses in the hospital that you are not sure if you actually went to the bathroom or just dreamed it.

2. You cannot remember the word shower so instead you refer to it as "the box you stand in and the water comes down on your head and you get clean."

3. While pumping you realize that your left knee is starting to feel wet and discover you did not attach any bottles to the breast pump.

4. When your in-laws are lamenting a news story in which a mother has killed her 2 month old baby you actually understand how she could snap like that, and then forget to keep that thought to yourself.

5. You yell at the trash can when the lid refuses to latch and it is full of stinky diapers. And then you try to put it in time out.

6. Someone asks you your name and you really have to stop and think about it for a moment. Or maybe two.

7. Someone asks you your phone number and the only answer you can come up with is "I have no idea."

8. When you have a crying fit at 2:00 AM because you are up and down nursing a cranky baby and your c-section incision hurts and no man that had an appendectomy would be doing all this and you just had a big old BABY!

9. You can't think of a coherent way to end this post so you add one more bullet point and then hit publish post so you can go eat dinner.

Not that I have done any of these mind you. Oh no, not me.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Parenting

Last week I was part of a message board discussion about teenagers having sex. One of the hot issues became how a 17 year old boy should take responsiblity for having unprotected sex or sex in which the birth control was obviously faulty (ie the condom broke). This was a pretty controversial issue and garnered a lot of discussion.

I was thinking about how we will prepare Doodlebug to take on these decisions at the age of 17. After all, the decisions involve more than just the morality of pre-marital sex. If our son chooses to have sex and that age and accidentally fathers a child he could be raising a child when he is 17. And then the thought hit me, most boys are already dealing with issues of sex by 14. I remember standing in front of our refrigerator and realizing that some kids are having sex at the age of 12. Not only do we have to share our values with him before then, we have to make sure he knows his own. What does he think of pre-marital sex? If he chooses abstinance how will he make sure he can follow through on that decision? What will he do when he's tempted? Where does he draw the line? And if he chooses to have sex, what will he do about birth control? Where will he get it? What will he do if he accidentally fathers a child? How will he support this child?

Typing all of this out, makes me queasy. How in the world can a hormonal teenager be expected to be able to do all of this? How are we going to teach him how to do all of this in the next 11 years? It takes a lot of strength to abstain from sex until after marriage, where will he get that strength from?

The reality of life today is that we are still working on the word "no". Mostly, I say it and Doodlebug laughs. It's not working so well yet.

But I am also a very practical mom. When Doodlebug decides to climb the stairs (which occurs roughly every 2 1/2 minutes) I let him. I stand behind him and let him fall down the stairs. My job is to let him go while protecting him from serious injury. Bumps and bruises are okay, but a concussion is not. Seriously, I am working with someone who has almost no life experience. He does not know falling down the stairs hurts. If I catch him every time, he never will. And if I wait he will be better at climbing the stairs and fall from a higher height.

Wait, what does falling down the stairs have to do with having sex as a teenager?

It's about learning your actions have consequences. If you aren't careful on the stairs you will get hurt. Just because you can do something does not mean that you should. Mommy won't always be there to catch you.

It hate watching him fall, but I am determined to teach him these life lessons. It will hurt less to learn them now. The stakes are only going to go up as he gets older.

So Doodlebug's dad and I are trying to figure out how we want to parent our child. How do you consequence a one-year-old who is deliberately throwing food on the floor (and the walls, and the table, and the cat...)? How do we help him to understand that when we say no, the appropriate response is not hysterical giggling? How far do we let him fall before we step in to soften the blow for him? I honestly don't know.

This is what we know in our parenting strategies.

1. We set him up for success. That means we don't take a hungry, exhausted child to the grocery store and expect perfect behavior. We work within his limits and keep our expectations of him achievable. Well, that's the goal anyways.

2. We believe in having him deal with the consequences of his actions. Throwing your paci means you don't get it back. Well, not for all of eternity. After all, he is only a year old. We are still working it out.

3. This parenting stuff is much, much harder than it looks.
 
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