Wednesday, November 10, 2010
She's Crafty!
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Saturday, November 06, 2010
He's starting to be embarrassing...
Yesterday I was so tired of being the mom/personal chef/maid/babysitter that I took the kids to get fish and chips so I didn't have to cook. Plus, I really fancied it.
Had a couple of really awesome moments in the fish & chip shop.
Well, the first one technically took place just outside the fish & chip shop. We went to Humber Fisheries (there are 3 places to choose from in Barton) because a) they do the best fish in town and more importantly, b) there was a parking spot right outside so I didn't have to wrestle Edith as far. At Humber Fisheries they cook their fish to order and it takes about 7 minutes, so after I ordered our meal (2 fish, one chips, small pot of mushy peas, please) we had to wait a while. I was holding Edith when I felt my arm go all warm and wet. Oh yeah, she peed right through her diaper. I told the fish bloke that I'd be right back for my order, and took both kids outside so I could do a diaper change.
There are no facilities in the town center, so I had to change Edith on the front seat of the car (back seat is full of carseats and trunk is full of rubbish). Luckily, she is still so tiny for her age and fits rather nicely there. So I was squatting next to the car with some serious plumber's crack (sorry about the visual) changing a wet diaper when Dylan told me, with some urgency, that he had to pee. Ohboy!
As previously mentioned, there are NO TOILET FACILITIES in the town center. So I did what any mother of a young boy with shaky bladder control would do. I told him to pull his pants down and pee on the car tire. It was pretty dark and there weren't many people around. But Dylan, being Dylan, can't discreetly pull out his package and pee. Oh no. He had his trousers and pants down around his ankles. And he REALLY had to pee. Those pants were down south for a very, very, very long time.
So there we were, all three of us exposed to some degree, when I see this lady named Ann walking down the street. She was one of the regulars at the Place, and is one of the nicest, classiest women I know. I tried not to make eye contact and finished the business at hand as quickly as possible. Everyone sorted out, we went back in to the chippy to get our order. Guess who else was in there? Oh yeah, it was Ann. I apologized for the spectacle of my toddler urinating on our car, and she was cool about it. Said that we'd all been there. But seriously, how embarrassed was I?
Then, Dylan noticed one of the other customers in the shop. He had some kind of disease that had caused some serious growths on his neck, face, and head. My lovely son is so observant and wonderfully verbal, and has NO SOCIAL FILTERS WHATSOEVER! So of course he asked me, in the clearest, most perfectly understandable and loud English, why that man had spots. Could this dinner adventure get any more eventful? Luckily, I was able to distract him by saying, "Some people do, Dylan. You have a nose. And I can SEE IT!" Then we played a delightful game where he hid in the corner so I couldn't see his nose, and then I told him I could see his bum. He kept turning around in that corner until our order was ready, I paid, and we left. I tried not to look at the man with spots.
It's a good thing the fish and chips were ridiculously delicious.
I think it might be time to talk to Dylan about what's polite to talk about in public.
And to teach him how to pee in public more discreetly.
Had a couple of really awesome moments in the fish & chip shop.
Well, the first one technically took place just outside the fish & chip shop. We went to Humber Fisheries (there are 3 places to choose from in Barton) because a) they do the best fish in town and more importantly, b) there was a parking spot right outside so I didn't have to wrestle Edith as far. At Humber Fisheries they cook their fish to order and it takes about 7 minutes, so after I ordered our meal (2 fish, one chips, small pot of mushy peas, please) we had to wait a while. I was holding Edith when I felt my arm go all warm and wet. Oh yeah, she peed right through her diaper. I told the fish bloke that I'd be right back for my order, and took both kids outside so I could do a diaper change.
There are no facilities in the town center, so I had to change Edith on the front seat of the car (back seat is full of carseats and trunk is full of rubbish). Luckily, she is still so tiny for her age and fits rather nicely there. So I was squatting next to the car with some serious plumber's crack (sorry about the visual) changing a wet diaper when Dylan told me, with some urgency, that he had to pee. Ohboy!
As previously mentioned, there are NO TOILET FACILITIES in the town center. So I did what any mother of a young boy with shaky bladder control would do. I told him to pull his pants down and pee on the car tire. It was pretty dark and there weren't many people around. But Dylan, being Dylan, can't discreetly pull out his package and pee. Oh no. He had his trousers and pants down around his ankles. And he REALLY had to pee. Those pants were down south for a very, very, very long time.
So there we were, all three of us exposed to some degree, when I see this lady named Ann walking down the street. She was one of the regulars at the Place, and is one of the nicest, classiest women I know. I tried not to make eye contact and finished the business at hand as quickly as possible. Everyone sorted out, we went back in to the chippy to get our order. Guess who else was in there? Oh yeah, it was Ann. I apologized for the spectacle of my toddler urinating on our car, and she was cool about it. Said that we'd all been there. But seriously, how embarrassed was I?
Then, Dylan noticed one of the other customers in the shop. He had some kind of disease that had caused some serious growths on his neck, face, and head. My lovely son is so observant and wonderfully verbal, and has NO SOCIAL FILTERS WHATSOEVER! So of course he asked me, in the clearest, most perfectly understandable and loud English, why that man had spots. Could this dinner adventure get any more eventful? Luckily, I was able to distract him by saying, "Some people do, Dylan. You have a nose. And I can SEE IT!" Then we played a delightful game where he hid in the corner so I couldn't see his nose, and then I told him I could see his bum. He kept turning around in that corner until our order was ready, I paid, and we left. I tried not to look at the man with spots.
It's a good thing the fish and chips were ridiculously delicious.
I think it might be time to talk to Dylan about what's polite to talk about in public.
And to teach him how to pee in public more discreetly.
Friday, November 05, 2010
Calling all parents...
Dylan has been having some behavior problems at school. He's been bullying other kids, lying about it, and being totally blase about punishment. He is also refusing to follow instructions.
He does all of these things at home, but not as much as he seems to be going them at school. We had to have a chat with the school's "behavior specialist," Mrs. Cook, on Tuesday. It was humiliating, to say the least.
The thing is, I KNOW why Dylan is acting up. And I told them why he's doing it. Dylan is tired. No, scratch that. Dylan is exhausted. He only misbehaves when he's tired or hungry, and I know he's not hungry. He goes to school on a full stomache and has access to fruit and veggies and drinks while he's there. Up until just a few weeks before he started school, he was taking a 2 hour + nap every afternoon, and he still needs it!
Mrs. Cook wants to arrange a home visit to take a look at our discipline/rewards techniques. I told her it wasn't necessary. We are doing everything right. I am the most consistent parent I know. Seriously, I am! I am not a natural parent, so I analyze everything I do like crazy. I also make sure to encourage my children when they do something well because, once more, that doesn't come naturally either. We do the naughty step. We take away priveliges when Dylan disobeys. We don't allow him to hit or bully his sister or any other kids he comes into contact with. We really are doing everything right. But she still wants to do this home visit, and she encouraged me to seek 2 year funding for Edith to go to nursery a few times a week. She didn't say that it was so she wouldn't develop these same behavior problems, but it was heavily implied.
So how do I make them see that it is just exhaustion that is causing the problems? And how can I resolve the issue? The kids go to bed at 7pm, and they wake up between 5:30 and 6am. We can NOT get them to sleep any later, no matter what we do. I could try putting them to bed earlier, but Dylan will still have been awake for 6 hours when he goes to school and will still need a nap, which he will not take!
The obvious solution is to put Dylan in morning school, but we put him in the afternoon session because otherwise he would never get to see his dad.
So, my question to all the parents out there is this: What can I do to discourage his disobedience and bullying? Where do I go from here?
I know the teachers are not exaggerating. My kid is a monster when he's tired!
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He does all of these things at home, but not as much as he seems to be going them at school. We had to have a chat with the school's "behavior specialist," Mrs. Cook, on Tuesday. It was humiliating, to say the least.
The thing is, I KNOW why Dylan is acting up. And I told them why he's doing it. Dylan is tired. No, scratch that. Dylan is exhausted. He only misbehaves when he's tired or hungry, and I know he's not hungry. He goes to school on a full stomache and has access to fruit and veggies and drinks while he's there. Up until just a few weeks before he started school, he was taking a 2 hour + nap every afternoon, and he still needs it!
Mrs. Cook wants to arrange a home visit to take a look at our discipline/rewards techniques. I told her it wasn't necessary. We are doing everything right. I am the most consistent parent I know. Seriously, I am! I am not a natural parent, so I analyze everything I do like crazy. I also make sure to encourage my children when they do something well because, once more, that doesn't come naturally either. We do the naughty step. We take away priveliges when Dylan disobeys. We don't allow him to hit or bully his sister or any other kids he comes into contact with. We really are doing everything right. But she still wants to do this home visit, and she encouraged me to seek 2 year funding for Edith to go to nursery a few times a week. She didn't say that it was so she wouldn't develop these same behavior problems, but it was heavily implied.
So how do I make them see that it is just exhaustion that is causing the problems? And how can I resolve the issue? The kids go to bed at 7pm, and they wake up between 5:30 and 6am. We can NOT get them to sleep any later, no matter what we do. I could try putting them to bed earlier, but Dylan will still have been awake for 6 hours when he goes to school and will still need a nap, which he will not take!
The obvious solution is to put Dylan in morning school, but we put him in the afternoon session because otherwise he would never get to see his dad.
So, my question to all the parents out there is this: What can I do to discourage his disobedience and bullying? Where do I go from here?
I know the teachers are not exaggerating. My kid is a monster when he's tired!
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Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...
The intrepid adventurers never let a little bit of rain stop them!
Here's the proof that I was there, too.
The mausoleum. It was built for somebody's wife who died in the 1700's at the ripe old age of about 34. As Martin said, "All this for just one person. It's no Taj Mahal, but he must have really loved her!"
Such an incredible view! We wanted to walk further, and the rain wasn't about to stop us. But the sound of shots being fired in the distance did the job that the rain couldn't. We'll definitely be back here in the spring to explore properly!
Crazy Dylan...
I just love this picture of Dylan, because he looks like some kind of crazed boxer getting revved up for the big fight. Please note the cut on his forehead, courtesy of our coffee table. Really, it only adds to the image of psychotic athlete, doesn't it?
Monday, November 01, 2010
Cute kids doing silly things...
Enjoying a read and a cuddle.
Fun Forest adventures.
Ooooh, ball pool...
Beer belly.
Gurning.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
part timer...
That's what I feel like lately. My in-laws had the kids on Monday so Martin and I could do some DIY. That turned in to a disaster, with some unexpected water pipes. We have a plumber coming today to look at the job of moving the pipes, as that needs to be done before we can do any more work. We're knocking out the bathroom closet and making it part of the kitchen. I can hardly wait!
Anyway, the kids were gone for 24 hours, so Martin and I took advantage of it and went out to see a movie that night and took a lunch break at the Place while they were still there.
Monday night was my friend Noelle's Pampered Chef party, so we went to the in-laws for dinner, picked up the kids, brought them home and put them in to bed, and I left for the evening.
Last night, we got a babysitter. The lovely Alice Whall came over and watched our telly for 2 hours while we went out to dinner at Pasco's in Cottingham. It's owned by the same people that own Stables, so we got our dinner for free. It was a lovely evening.
Tonight is book club, and I am the hostess this month. So I'll have adult company tonight, as well.
I almost need Martin to go to work on Thursday so I actually feel like a parent again. This is GREAT!
We're enjoying Dylan's half-term holiday so far, and Martin's time off even more. Obviously, Monday was a day of hard work for us. But the kids had a great time having a sleepover at their nanna's house. Then yesterday we went for a fun walk. I think we might do it again today, because the kids seriously had so much fun rambling around in the woods. It was raining, but we didn't mind. We would have walked longer, but the path was part of the Earl of Yarborough's estate, and was technically closed. We walked until we started hearing gunshots in the distance. Then we figured it was a good idea to get out of the way of a shooting party! We are going to take the kids to the circus--most likely on Friday. Then Martin and Dylan are going to the Leeds v. Scunthorpe United match on Saturday. It's in Scunthorpe, and they have to sit in the "wrong" stand (with the Scunny fans) but they are both really looking forward to it. I'll take Edith shopping, I think.
Dylan will be back at school on Monday, and Martin will be back at work on Tuesday. We are squeezing a lot in. Then it's no more time off until Christmas for Dylan, and no more time off until January for Martin. I hate having him work in a restaurant at Christmas time!
Anyway, the kids were gone for 24 hours, so Martin and I took advantage of it and went out to see a movie that night and took a lunch break at the Place while they were still there.
Monday night was my friend Noelle's Pampered Chef party, so we went to the in-laws for dinner, picked up the kids, brought them home and put them in to bed, and I left for the evening.
Last night, we got a babysitter. The lovely Alice Whall came over and watched our telly for 2 hours while we went out to dinner at Pasco's in Cottingham. It's owned by the same people that own Stables, so we got our dinner for free. It was a lovely evening.
Tonight is book club, and I am the hostess this month. So I'll have adult company tonight, as well.
I almost need Martin to go to work on Thursday so I actually feel like a parent again. This is GREAT!
We're enjoying Dylan's half-term holiday so far, and Martin's time off even more. Obviously, Monday was a day of hard work for us. But the kids had a great time having a sleepover at their nanna's house. Then yesterday we went for a fun walk. I think we might do it again today, because the kids seriously had so much fun rambling around in the woods. It was raining, but we didn't mind. We would have walked longer, but the path was part of the Earl of Yarborough's estate, and was technically closed. We walked until we started hearing gunshots in the distance. Then we figured it was a good idea to get out of the way of a shooting party! We are going to take the kids to the circus--most likely on Friday. Then Martin and Dylan are going to the Leeds v. Scunthorpe United match on Saturday. It's in Scunthorpe, and they have to sit in the "wrong" stand (with the Scunny fans) but they are both really looking forward to it. I'll take Edith shopping, I think.
Dylan will be back at school on Monday, and Martin will be back at work on Tuesday. We are squeezing a lot in. Then it's no more time off until Christmas for Dylan, and no more time off until January for Martin. I hate having him work in a restaurant at Christmas time!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
the Entertainer...
My son is a total attention hog. Last night we sang a song together at the ward talent night, and he was fantastic! While we were on the stage waiting to go on, he was actually dancing because he was so excited to sing. We left early, so I don't know if we won or not. But he was completely adorable. I asked someone to record it for me, though I haven't had a chance to check out the video yet. Hopefully it worked and you will all be able to see his performance soon.
I took the kids to the talent night because I couldn't stand to be cooped up in the house alone with them for another second. They got to bed an hour and a half late, and they woke up an hour early this morning, so I will be paying for our night out all day long. I think it was worth it, but will have a better idea about that come bed time. Of course, the time changes tonight so it IS the perfect day to put them to bed an hour early.
I don't know why, but every once in a while my lifestyle starts to really chafe. It's one of those weeks right now--I am sick to death of having pooping, crying, hungry and demanding kids hanging off me all the time. They require so much of my time and energy. They are sucking the life out of me. I love them to pieces, but I can't stand having them around all the time. I feel like a single parent most of the time, and it is exhausting!
Martin is such a wonderful father, but sometimes what I really need is a husband!
I took the kids to the talent night because I couldn't stand to be cooped up in the house alone with them for another second. They got to bed an hour and a half late, and they woke up an hour early this morning, so I will be paying for our night out all day long. I think it was worth it, but will have a better idea about that come bed time. Of course, the time changes tonight so it IS the perfect day to put them to bed an hour early.
I don't know why, but every once in a while my lifestyle starts to really chafe. It's one of those weeks right now--I am sick to death of having pooping, crying, hungry and demanding kids hanging off me all the time. They require so much of my time and energy. They are sucking the life out of me. I love them to pieces, but I can't stand having them around all the time. I feel like a single parent most of the time, and it is exhausting!
Martin is such a wonderful father, but sometimes what I really need is a husband!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Random update...
I was giving Dylan a cuddle the other night when he was having a night terror and I made an interesting observation. At the tender age of 3 years old, his head is about the same size as Martin's. It kind of creeped me out, because when I was hugging him it felt a little bit like I was hugging his dad. Not helped by the fact that their ears are the same, as is their hair color.
We got Dylan's surgery date through the post this week. He'll be in Sheffield Childrens' Hospital on the 29th of November to have his hydrocele operated on. In the mean time, we will all be rushing back and forth to the hospital in Hull for various hematologist appointments. Ugh! I think the hardest part of the surgery will be not giving Dylan anything to eat after 7:30 am when his surgery isn't until noon. Anyway, we have about 6 weeks to go so no use fretting about it yet.
Dylan breaks up for the half term tomorrow. Exciting stuff, as Martin is taking a week off. It's actually meaningful this time. We will have a whole week where we don't have to schedule things around school, and we will be able to do stuff as a family. Bliss!
Edith has learned how to make an "oooooh" sound, and her face is priceless when she does it. She really purses her lips together. Her face is so mobile. I am sensing a career as an actress in her future. Or maybe a mime. Her face is incredibly expressive. That's part of the reason I think she isn't talking much yet. I can tell what she wants by her facial expression a lot of the time.
I've now finished the rubber ducky page for Edith's quiet book and the spaceman page for Dylan's quiet book. So that makes 6 pages done, and 14 to go. A couple of them are really simple. Some of them are not. But I am pleased with the progress we've made so far. Especially since I have been taking a few nights off to get some extra sleep.
Wow, things are busy right now!
We got Dylan's surgery date through the post this week. He'll be in Sheffield Childrens' Hospital on the 29th of November to have his hydrocele operated on. In the mean time, we will all be rushing back and forth to the hospital in Hull for various hematologist appointments. Ugh! I think the hardest part of the surgery will be not giving Dylan anything to eat after 7:30 am when his surgery isn't until noon. Anyway, we have about 6 weeks to go so no use fretting about it yet.
Dylan breaks up for the half term tomorrow. Exciting stuff, as Martin is taking a week off. It's actually meaningful this time. We will have a whole week where we don't have to schedule things around school, and we will be able to do stuff as a family. Bliss!
Edith has learned how to make an "oooooh" sound, and her face is priceless when she does it. She really purses her lips together. Her face is so mobile. I am sensing a career as an actress in her future. Or maybe a mime. Her face is incredibly expressive. That's part of the reason I think she isn't talking much yet. I can tell what she wants by her facial expression a lot of the time.
I've now finished the rubber ducky page for Edith's quiet book and the spaceman page for Dylan's quiet book. So that makes 6 pages done, and 14 to go. A couple of them are really simple. Some of them are not. But I am pleased with the progress we've made so far. Especially since I have been taking a few nights off to get some extra sleep.
Wow, things are busy right now!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Time flies...
Hauling out the winter gear.
Nearly enough hair to style now!
Look, Ma--pigtails! And they stayed in for about 30 seconds, too.
Slim Jim
Politics--what a joke!
A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.
"She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be an Obama Democrat."
"I am," replied the man. "How did you know?"
"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."
The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Republican."
"I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?"
"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You've risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it's my fault."
(http://videocafe.crooksandliars.com/)
The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.
"She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be an Obama Democrat."
"I am," replied the man. "How did you know?"
"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."
The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Republican."
"I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?"
"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You've risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it's my fault."
(http://videocafe.crooksandliars.com/)
Friday, October 15, 2010
Coming home...
It's official...
We had a hospital appointment at Hull Royal Infirmary yesterday--Dylan was meeting with the hematologist. He definitely has Von Willebrand's disease. Since he has it and it is a genetic thing, Edith needs to be tested as well. Also, we need to figure out which parent passed it on to them. We're 90% sure it's Martin, but both of us will have to be tested.
So what does this mean for Dylan? Well, it means if he ever cuts himself (like he did yesterday, when he pitched headlong off his bouncy horse onto our coffee table) we will have to take him to the hospital for an injection. He will have to go to the hospital for an injection prior to having dental work done. He will have to have the same medication before having any surgery done.
I've been thinking about the long term consequences, as well. Mostly the fact that he probably won't be able to enlist in the military. It also might mean he's not able to participate in school sports, though it will probably depend on the school's policy and (maybe) on our willingness to sign a disclaimer of some sort.
The bleeding disorder (remember when I blogged about it way back in about May?) is not as serious as hemophilia, but the medication he will need to have pre-dental work and surgery and post major cuts is a blood product. So Dylan (and possibly Edith and most likely Martin) will have to be regularly screened for all the hepatitis diseases as well as HIV. Just to be on the safe side.
So I guess it is kind of a big deal, but we are all pretty cool about it. The doctor said that Von Willebrand's is actually quite common, and there are thousands of people who don't even know they have it. It actually IS very noticeable in Dylan, because it takes him absolutely AGES to stop bleeding when he is cut. We took him to A & E while I was pregnant with Edith because he'd been bleeding for about 4 hours from a cut on his chin that didn't even need stitches. But the bleeding does eventually stop on it's own. It will only be a big deal if he is losing a lot of blood very quickly. And it will just be a nuisance with the dental work thing.
I just hope Edith doesn't have it as well, but I'm pretty sure she does. I've seen the same little red spots on her body that Dylan has, and those spots were the reason we had the blood work done on him that alerted the hospital to the problem.
Isn't it funny? My kids seem so incredibly healthy. They are strong, and very robust. They very rarely have colds or stomach bugs. But they have weird, underlying, and potentially life threatening illnesses just lurking under the surface.
So, other than the diagnosis yesterday, we are all doing well. Dylan still loves school, Edith still loves our mommy-daughter time, Martin still loves his job, and I am managing just fine. I've had a lot of random thoughts about stuff lately that I'm looking forward to blogging about, but haven't had a very good internet connection. I'll get to them later. I've also got some fab pictures to get up here. Be patient though-I'm working on the quiet books, and it's not long now 'til Christmas!
So what does this mean for Dylan? Well, it means if he ever cuts himself (like he did yesterday, when he pitched headlong off his bouncy horse onto our coffee table) we will have to take him to the hospital for an injection. He will have to go to the hospital for an injection prior to having dental work done. He will have to have the same medication before having any surgery done.
I've been thinking about the long term consequences, as well. Mostly the fact that he probably won't be able to enlist in the military. It also might mean he's not able to participate in school sports, though it will probably depend on the school's policy and (maybe) on our willingness to sign a disclaimer of some sort.
The bleeding disorder (remember when I blogged about it way back in about May?) is not as serious as hemophilia, but the medication he will need to have pre-dental work and surgery and post major cuts is a blood product. So Dylan (and possibly Edith and most likely Martin) will have to be regularly screened for all the hepatitis diseases as well as HIV. Just to be on the safe side.
So I guess it is kind of a big deal, but we are all pretty cool about it. The doctor said that Von Willebrand's is actually quite common, and there are thousands of people who don't even know they have it. It actually IS very noticeable in Dylan, because it takes him absolutely AGES to stop bleeding when he is cut. We took him to A & E while I was pregnant with Edith because he'd been bleeding for about 4 hours from a cut on his chin that didn't even need stitches. But the bleeding does eventually stop on it's own. It will only be a big deal if he is losing a lot of blood very quickly. And it will just be a nuisance with the dental work thing.
I just hope Edith doesn't have it as well, but I'm pretty sure she does. I've seen the same little red spots on her body that Dylan has, and those spots were the reason we had the blood work done on him that alerted the hospital to the problem.
Isn't it funny? My kids seem so incredibly healthy. They are strong, and very robust. They very rarely have colds or stomach bugs. But they have weird, underlying, and potentially life threatening illnesses just lurking under the surface.
So, other than the diagnosis yesterday, we are all doing well. Dylan still loves school, Edith still loves our mommy-daughter time, Martin still loves his job, and I am managing just fine. I've had a lot of random thoughts about stuff lately that I'm looking forward to blogging about, but haven't had a very good internet connection. I'll get to them later. I've also got some fab pictures to get up here. Be patient though-I'm working on the quiet books, and it's not long now 'til Christmas!
Friday, October 08, 2010
On the rising generation...
I got into a "discussion" with Lewis quite some time ago about the newest generation of young mothers. It must have been before I had any children of my own, and I was talking about how their kids were destined to become benefit sponging hooligans. Lewis disagreed with me (he has a tendency to do that, which I love!). In his opinion, this new generation of parents were doing their best for their children and trying to make up for the "bad" parenting they had received.
At the time, I must confess, I thought he was completely nuts. Now I am meeting a lot of young mothers, and I can see where he was coming from.
What makes a good mother, anyway? If it's working hard to provide the necessities of life for your offspring, the ladies at the Castledyke School gates aren't cutting the mustard. They are, for the most part, on benefits. A lot of them are single mothers and don't work at all. But I don't work, either. And with the cost of childcare and the average wage in this area, if you have more than one child you can't afford to work!
What these women are doing is trying to give their children advantages that they never had. They make sure their kids come to school in clean and tidy uniforms. They make sure they're there on time. They are taking an interest in what the kids are learning.
I've been really impressed with the women who go back to school when their kids start. They do extra training and get NVQ's (national vocational qualifications). They do their best to drag themselves up the socio-economic ladder.
I've made a friend who I will call "Alice" recently. She has twin boys who are 11 and one daughter who is three--just a few months older than Dylan. She is a total chav. She's on benefits and has recently split up with her partner of 15 years--they've been together for about that long. She left school at 16 when she got pregnant. And you know what? She is a good mother!
I've never met her boys, but I know she worries about them. She talks about them having problems at school, about punishing them when they make trouble. She worries about them getting bullied. She kicked her partner out because he was getting drunk and neglecting the children when she left the house. And I KNOW she does a great job with her daughter. She took her to play groups, worried about her language development and worked with her constantly on animal sounds, numbers, etc. when she started falling behind. She taught herself to read (having left school with the reading level of what sounds to me like about a 1st grader) by reading the Harry Potter books to her sons. They helped each other learn to read. She is pulling herself up by her bootstraps, and taking her children with her.
Her kids don't have the best in life. They don't have their dad around a whole lot. They are on benefits. They live in a council house on one of the roughest estates in town. But their mother cares about them, and wants them to be more than she is. And I believe that they will be, because of her.
There are so many people like "Alice" out there. And I wonder if I have been judging them unfairly for years. I can only hope that I can be half the mother that she is.
At the time, I must confess, I thought he was completely nuts. Now I am meeting a lot of young mothers, and I can see where he was coming from.
What makes a good mother, anyway? If it's working hard to provide the necessities of life for your offspring, the ladies at the Castledyke School gates aren't cutting the mustard. They are, for the most part, on benefits. A lot of them are single mothers and don't work at all. But I don't work, either. And with the cost of childcare and the average wage in this area, if you have more than one child you can't afford to work!
What these women are doing is trying to give their children advantages that they never had. They make sure their kids come to school in clean and tidy uniforms. They make sure they're there on time. They are taking an interest in what the kids are learning.
I've been really impressed with the women who go back to school when their kids start. They do extra training and get NVQ's (national vocational qualifications). They do their best to drag themselves up the socio-economic ladder.
I've made a friend who I will call "Alice" recently. She has twin boys who are 11 and one daughter who is three--just a few months older than Dylan. She is a total chav. She's on benefits and has recently split up with her partner of 15 years--they've been together for about that long. She left school at 16 when she got pregnant. And you know what? She is a good mother!
I've never met her boys, but I know she worries about them. She talks about them having problems at school, about punishing them when they make trouble. She worries about them getting bullied. She kicked her partner out because he was getting drunk and neglecting the children when she left the house. And I KNOW she does a great job with her daughter. She took her to play groups, worried about her language development and worked with her constantly on animal sounds, numbers, etc. when she started falling behind. She taught herself to read (having left school with the reading level of what sounds to me like about a 1st grader) by reading the Harry Potter books to her sons. They helped each other learn to read. She is pulling herself up by her bootstraps, and taking her children with her.
Her kids don't have the best in life. They don't have their dad around a whole lot. They are on benefits. They live in a council house on one of the roughest estates in town. But their mother cares about them, and wants them to be more than she is. And I believe that they will be, because of her.
There are so many people like "Alice" out there. And I wonder if I have been judging them unfairly for years. I can only hope that I can be half the mother that she is.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Shh...quiet (books)
Edith has learned another word. She now says "stars." We had some amazing cuddles while she was pointing to the glow in the dark ones on my bedroom ceiling.
Unfortunately, she is a bit confused. She also calls the lights "stars."
It's kind of like when Dylan called everything that was on his head a hat.
Toddler speak is so amazing!
We think that Edith is also getting some more teeth. What a pain in the backside. Dylan had all of his by the time he was 18 months old, and Edith's only got 8 teeth. I wish we could just get them all in and done with.
It's so strange to think that when Dylan was Edith's age I was heavily pregnant. 18 months is so young, no wonder I spent almost my whole pregnancy freaking out about having another baby. We're almost done with high chairs and pushchairs, and it's sure a good feeling! I've even dragged the potty out. Not that we'll be potty training the little darling any time soon, but I want her to get used to having it around. She's started showing interest in Dylan when he's using the toilet. I'm looking forward to being done with diapers!
The kids are being a bit difficult this week. Because of the teething, Edith isn't really eating much. Dylan is just going through a non-eating phase. So they are both hungry and grumpy. Because they are hungry, they are waking up earlier. This means they are tired as well. Not a great combination. Especially because I've been having some late nights.
I totally blame the quiet books.
Seriously, it's addicting. Working on them is my heroin. I start sewing stuff, and I just can't stop. I sit down at 7:30 when the kids go to bed, and next thing I know it is 11:30pm and Martin is getting home from work. But I have all the stuff done for both bees and flowers pages, Edith's handbag page, and Dylan's clock page. 4 down, 16 to go. I've just started working on Edith's rubber ducky page. Then it will be on to Dylan's space man page, which I'm really looking forward to.
I'll get some pictures up soon(ish). I still haven't been able to get any muslin for the actual pages, so right now I am concentrating on getting everything totally ready to sew onto the pages once I make them.
Anyway, I have kids crawling all over me and it's getting difficult to type. I'd best put the laptop away before it gets broken and stop neglecting my brood. Wish us a happy rainy autumn day.
Unfortunately, she is a bit confused. She also calls the lights "stars."
It's kind of like when Dylan called everything that was on his head a hat.
Toddler speak is so amazing!
We think that Edith is also getting some more teeth. What a pain in the backside. Dylan had all of his by the time he was 18 months old, and Edith's only got 8 teeth. I wish we could just get them all in and done with.
It's so strange to think that when Dylan was Edith's age I was heavily pregnant. 18 months is so young, no wonder I spent almost my whole pregnancy freaking out about having another baby. We're almost done with high chairs and pushchairs, and it's sure a good feeling! I've even dragged the potty out. Not that we'll be potty training the little darling any time soon, but I want her to get used to having it around. She's started showing interest in Dylan when he's using the toilet. I'm looking forward to being done with diapers!
The kids are being a bit difficult this week. Because of the teething, Edith isn't really eating much. Dylan is just going through a non-eating phase. So they are both hungry and grumpy. Because they are hungry, they are waking up earlier. This means they are tired as well. Not a great combination. Especially because I've been having some late nights.
I totally blame the quiet books.
Seriously, it's addicting. Working on them is my heroin. I start sewing stuff, and I just can't stop. I sit down at 7:30 when the kids go to bed, and next thing I know it is 11:30pm and Martin is getting home from work. But I have all the stuff done for both bees and flowers pages, Edith's handbag page, and Dylan's clock page. 4 down, 16 to go. I've just started working on Edith's rubber ducky page. Then it will be on to Dylan's space man page, which I'm really looking forward to.
I'll get some pictures up soon(ish). I still haven't been able to get any muslin for the actual pages, so right now I am concentrating on getting everything totally ready to sew onto the pages once I make them.
Anyway, I have kids crawling all over me and it's getting difficult to type. I'd best put the laptop away before it gets broken and stop neglecting my brood. Wish us a happy rainy autumn day.
Friday, October 01, 2010
She speaks!
Today Edith told me that she needed her diaper changed. She toddled up to me, grabbed at her crotch, and said, "dirty."
One step closer to potty training!
I've also decided that watching "The Day After Tomorrow" while it's absolutely chucking it down is kind of a bad idea--like watching "The Blair Witch Project" right before going camping. I'm now paranoid that climate change is imminent and am waiting to hear that the entire royal family have died in a helicopter crash.
Going shopping for bed linens tomorrow, and I can hardly wait. I've patched the hole in the sheets we've got, but it's not very comfortable. New sheets--I can hardly wait to go to bed tomorrow night.
Dylan did better at school the last two days. Today we took the kids for a drive just so Dylan would get a nap before school. And I spent the afternoon with one of the other school mums, because it was raining buckets and she had a long walk back to her house. Adult company is so nice to have.
As I become more involved in the community through my children I realize just how strange Barton is. The school gates are full of all sorts of drama. Everyone has slept with everybody else. The men all have children with at least two of the women waiting at the gate. I'm hearing all about it, and it's a little bit disturbing!
One step closer to potty training!
I've also decided that watching "The Day After Tomorrow" while it's absolutely chucking it down is kind of a bad idea--like watching "The Blair Witch Project" right before going camping. I'm now paranoid that climate change is imminent and am waiting to hear that the entire royal family have died in a helicopter crash.
Going shopping for bed linens tomorrow, and I can hardly wait. I've patched the hole in the sheets we've got, but it's not very comfortable. New sheets--I can hardly wait to go to bed tomorrow night.
Dylan did better at school the last two days. Today we took the kids for a drive just so Dylan would get a nap before school. And I spent the afternoon with one of the other school mums, because it was raining buckets and she had a long walk back to her house. Adult company is so nice to have.
As I become more involved in the community through my children I realize just how strange Barton is. The school gates are full of all sorts of drama. Everyone has slept with everybody else. The men all have children with at least two of the women waiting at the gate. I'm hearing all about it, and it's a little bit disturbing!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Memory...
...foam, that is!
My girl Jen and her man are moving to Appleby (one of my favorite villages) and got a new bed and mattress. We've acquired their old one. We went over yesterday to help load it in their little trailer, and discovered that it is a memory foam mattress. And the greatest, and funniest, part about it is, Jen had no idea. They've been sleeping on the wrong side of that mattress since they got it. So it's memory foam that has never really been used.
It's an English king size, which is an American queen. We've been sleeping on a double bed since we moved here. This is 6 inches bigger, and though it doesn't sound like much it really does make a big difference. Especially when the whole family is lying in bed in the morning. Martin was so excited to sleep on the new mattress that we slept on it last night, even though we don't have a bed frame that it fits on and the only sheets that are big enough have a hole in them. And you know what? Even resting on bare floorboards that mattress was nicer than our old one! It is so comfy!
Now we just need to acquire all the necessary bed linens, etc. I've posted a "wanted" ad on Freecycle and have already had several responses. So far I've found us a bed frame which needs a minor repair and a duvet cover and pillowcases. Now we just need a couple sets of sheets and the actual duvet. But I wanted some new sheets anyway, and now I can put my nicest sheets on the bed in the guest room. I'm thinking that if I hold out for a few days I may be able to get all the linens off Freecycle. Man, Freecycle rocks.
Possibly of more interest to my mom--Edith and I had a little conversation yesterday. It was kind of exciting, because it was the first one we've ever had. I got her out of her high chair after lunch, and held her up next to the mirror on the dining room wall. I said, "Who's that? Is that Edith?" She said, "baby." I said, "Who else is there?" She said, "mama." Then she started waving to herself and saying "bye bye, baby!"
Cute, huh?
Ok, so basically those are nearly all the words she knows. Still, it was adorable. And Dylan got a late start talking, and now we can't shut him up. I'm not concerned about Edith's speeech development at all!
Speaking of Dylan, he was very naughty at school yesterday. His teacher told me that he had "made poor choices" all day at school and that he had to "stand outside" quite a few times. To be honest, I had expected it. He woke up an hour early yesterday and was incredibly tired. I warned his teacher when we dropped him off that he was very tired so would likely be hyper and a handful. I'm glad I gave them advance notice. We had a little chat with him on our walk home about being a nice boy and doing what his teacher told him to do. Part of me was glad that he was naughty at school, because he'd been a pain in the backside all morning. At least he was like that with everybody, not just me. He took a nearly 2 hour nap in the afternoon, and still went to sleep at 7pm and slept until 6am.
Work on the quiet books is going well. I'm currently making bee wings. I'm doing a flowers and bees page, and it is by far the most intricate page of the whole book. Plus I am making two of them. One for each kid. The five bees each are black felt with yellow ribbon stripes and wings made out of lace. I got all the stripes sewn on last night, and got one set of wings done. The bees will snap on to flowers, and will be stored in a little beehive pouch when not in use. I'm having so much fun making these silly books. Parts of the project are boring, but selecting the trimmings and doing the finishing work is more fun than I thought it would be. I can hardly wait to give the kids the finished product for Christmas.
Martin actually got his full day off yesterday, though he did have to go cash out and lock up in the evening. It was so nice to have him home all day, especially with Dylan being difficult. I couldn't have coped if it weren't for him! Thank goodness I am part of a parenting team instead of trying to go it alone. I have so much respect for single mothers--how on earth do they do it?
Wow, this has turned into a long and rambling post. I didn't think I had much to say when I started posting this morning. Just raving about our new mattress. Now I can't stop typing. I'd better get some breakfast made though. fingers crossed for a better day with handsome Dylan!
My girl Jen and her man are moving to Appleby (one of my favorite villages) and got a new bed and mattress. We've acquired their old one. We went over yesterday to help load it in their little trailer, and discovered that it is a memory foam mattress. And the greatest, and funniest, part about it is, Jen had no idea. They've been sleeping on the wrong side of that mattress since they got it. So it's memory foam that has never really been used.
It's an English king size, which is an American queen. We've been sleeping on a double bed since we moved here. This is 6 inches bigger, and though it doesn't sound like much it really does make a big difference. Especially when the whole family is lying in bed in the morning. Martin was so excited to sleep on the new mattress that we slept on it last night, even though we don't have a bed frame that it fits on and the only sheets that are big enough have a hole in them. And you know what? Even resting on bare floorboards that mattress was nicer than our old one! It is so comfy!
Now we just need to acquire all the necessary bed linens, etc. I've posted a "wanted" ad on Freecycle and have already had several responses. So far I've found us a bed frame which needs a minor repair and a duvet cover and pillowcases. Now we just need a couple sets of sheets and the actual duvet. But I wanted some new sheets anyway, and now I can put my nicest sheets on the bed in the guest room. I'm thinking that if I hold out for a few days I may be able to get all the linens off Freecycle. Man, Freecycle rocks.
Possibly of more interest to my mom--Edith and I had a little conversation yesterday. It was kind of exciting, because it was the first one we've ever had. I got her out of her high chair after lunch, and held her up next to the mirror on the dining room wall. I said, "Who's that? Is that Edith?" She said, "baby." I said, "Who else is there?" She said, "mama." Then she started waving to herself and saying "bye bye, baby!"
Cute, huh?
Ok, so basically those are nearly all the words she knows. Still, it was adorable. And Dylan got a late start talking, and now we can't shut him up. I'm not concerned about Edith's speeech development at all!
Speaking of Dylan, he was very naughty at school yesterday. His teacher told me that he had "made poor choices" all day at school and that he had to "stand outside" quite a few times. To be honest, I had expected it. He woke up an hour early yesterday and was incredibly tired. I warned his teacher when we dropped him off that he was very tired so would likely be hyper and a handful. I'm glad I gave them advance notice. We had a little chat with him on our walk home about being a nice boy and doing what his teacher told him to do. Part of me was glad that he was naughty at school, because he'd been a pain in the backside all morning. At least he was like that with everybody, not just me. He took a nearly 2 hour nap in the afternoon, and still went to sleep at 7pm and slept until 6am.
Work on the quiet books is going well. I'm currently making bee wings. I'm doing a flowers and bees page, and it is by far the most intricate page of the whole book. Plus I am making two of them. One for each kid. The five bees each are black felt with yellow ribbon stripes and wings made out of lace. I got all the stripes sewn on last night, and got one set of wings done. The bees will snap on to flowers, and will be stored in a little beehive pouch when not in use. I'm having so much fun making these silly books. Parts of the project are boring, but selecting the trimmings and doing the finishing work is more fun than I thought it would be. I can hardly wait to give the kids the finished product for Christmas.
Martin actually got his full day off yesterday, though he did have to go cash out and lock up in the evening. It was so nice to have him home all day, especially with Dylan being difficult. I couldn't have coped if it weren't for him! Thank goodness I am part of a parenting team instead of trying to go it alone. I have so much respect for single mothers--how on earth do they do it?
Wow, this has turned into a long and rambling post. I didn't think I had much to say when I started posting this morning. Just raving about our new mattress. Now I can't stop typing. I'd better get some breakfast made though. fingers crossed for a better day with handsome Dylan!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Pathetic!
There's nothing in the world worse than sitting aorund feeling sorry for yourself. But that's what I'm doing today.
Martin was supposed to be off work yesterday. One of his employees phoned up to say she wouldn't be able to make it as she had to do some stuff at university. It was her first day yesterday, so I'm relatively certain that "something" was go to a university party, get hammered, and make bad decisions. So even though we had company over, Martin had to go in to work. Thank goodness for Emma, who left her hubby at my house with both sets of kids and whisked me away to a craft class.
Another of Martin's employees has a sick daughter and wasn't able to come in to work this morning. So he is back at work, though he shouldn't have gone in until 4pm. He will be there, quite literally, all day today. He went in at 9am and will probably get home around 11pm. There was no one else to cover the morning shift.
Sometimes it sucks having a responsible and hard working husband!
The good news is that tonight is book club, so at least I won't be alone in the house with the kids all day long. My lift in to Scunthorpe is bringing my babysitter 'round for me at about 7pm.
Martin is going to be off work all day tomorrow instead of his usual time off. We'll see. I'm not holding my breath!
Other than Martin's work issues, we are all doing well. The football match/shopping trip on Saturday was a big success which will be duplicated at a later date. The primary presentation on Sunday went pretty well. The Mundays' visit yesterday was fun. Today is going to be long, but I'm sure we'll all manage. Dylan still loves going to school every day, and Edith has started babbling and trying hard to talk. She's more fun every day.
I'm going to not to be so negative for the rest of the day. After all, it could be worse.
Martin was supposed to be off work yesterday. One of his employees phoned up to say she wouldn't be able to make it as she had to do some stuff at university. It was her first day yesterday, so I'm relatively certain that "something" was go to a university party, get hammered, and make bad decisions. So even though we had company over, Martin had to go in to work. Thank goodness for Emma, who left her hubby at my house with both sets of kids and whisked me away to a craft class.
Another of Martin's employees has a sick daughter and wasn't able to come in to work this morning. So he is back at work, though he shouldn't have gone in until 4pm. He will be there, quite literally, all day today. He went in at 9am and will probably get home around 11pm. There was no one else to cover the morning shift.
Sometimes it sucks having a responsible and hard working husband!
The good news is that tonight is book club, so at least I won't be alone in the house with the kids all day long. My lift in to Scunthorpe is bringing my babysitter 'round for me at about 7pm.
Martin is going to be off work all day tomorrow instead of his usual time off. We'll see. I'm not holding my breath!
Other than Martin's work issues, we are all doing well. The football match/shopping trip on Saturday was a big success which will be duplicated at a later date. The primary presentation on Sunday went pretty well. The Mundays' visit yesterday was fun. Today is going to be long, but I'm sure we'll all manage. Dylan still loves going to school every day, and Edith has started babbling and trying hard to talk. She's more fun every day.
I'm going to not to be so negative for the rest of the day. After all, it could be worse.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Happy anniversary...
And oh, it was one!
Martin and I ditched the kids with my in-laws for 26 blissful hours and went to York.
Martin booked us in to a beautiful hotel called Marmadukes, and it was amazing! We were upgraded to the Loft Suite, which totally had a sauna, giant shower, and lovely claw-footed bathtub in our bathroom. Seriously, gorgeous hotel.
The 9th anniversary is the willow or pottery anniversary, so I found a place called Rainbows Ceramic and Pottery Studio. We called in when we got to York and decorated a chips and dip bowl. It will be glazed and fired, then shipped to us in about a week. We spent about an hour and a half doing it, and had SO much fun.
We saw "Scott Pilgrim vs. the World" in the most ghetto cinema in the world. Loved it!
Then we had a seriously nice dinner at the Blue Bicycle, where we ate for my 23rd birthday an absolute eternity ago.
It was hard to come home, but nice to have the kids back to cuddle with. I got home just in time to get Dylan to school, put Edith down for her nap, clean up, and have my visiting teachers come over. Then baby E woke up, we cuddled, picked Dylan up from school, walked up to Stables to see Martin, had chips and a drink together, came home, did dinner...I'm getting exhausted just typing about it.
I had to go in to Scunny tonight to practice with the older Primary girls. They are singing a special number for the Primary presentation on Sunday and they needed a lot of work. Since it was a special favor for Noelle (love you, girl), she organized a babysitter for me. So I didn't even put Edith to bed tonight. I told Dylan he could stay up and wait for me if he wanted to, so he did. Jill (the babysitter from church) said that spending the evening with my children was a pleasure, and that they were a credit to me. Hooray!
Now it is just after 10pm, and I am going to bed soon. Like, 10 minutes from now soon.
Saturday is the Leeds v. Sheffield United match that Martin and Dylan are going to, so it's going to be a busy week all around. Being busy is good.
Martin and I ditched the kids with my in-laws for 26 blissful hours and went to York.
Martin booked us in to a beautiful hotel called Marmadukes, and it was amazing! We were upgraded to the Loft Suite, which totally had a sauna, giant shower, and lovely claw-footed bathtub in our bathroom. Seriously, gorgeous hotel.
The 9th anniversary is the willow or pottery anniversary, so I found a place called Rainbows Ceramic and Pottery Studio. We called in when we got to York and decorated a chips and dip bowl. It will be glazed and fired, then shipped to us in about a week. We spent about an hour and a half doing it, and had SO much fun.
We saw "Scott Pilgrim vs. the World" in the most ghetto cinema in the world. Loved it!
Then we had a seriously nice dinner at the Blue Bicycle, where we ate for my 23rd birthday an absolute eternity ago.
It was hard to come home, but nice to have the kids back to cuddle with. I got home just in time to get Dylan to school, put Edith down for her nap, clean up, and have my visiting teachers come over. Then baby E woke up, we cuddled, picked Dylan up from school, walked up to Stables to see Martin, had chips and a drink together, came home, did dinner...I'm getting exhausted just typing about it.
I had to go in to Scunny tonight to practice with the older Primary girls. They are singing a special number for the Primary presentation on Sunday and they needed a lot of work. Since it was a special favor for Noelle (love you, girl), she organized a babysitter for me. So I didn't even put Edith to bed tonight. I told Dylan he could stay up and wait for me if he wanted to, so he did. Jill (the babysitter from church) said that spending the evening with my children was a pleasure, and that they were a credit to me. Hooray!
Now it is just after 10pm, and I am going to bed soon. Like, 10 minutes from now soon.
Saturday is the Leeds v. Sheffield United match that Martin and Dylan are going to, so it's going to be a busy week all around. Being busy is good.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
My very hungry caterpiller...
What Dylan ate yesterday after he got home from school:
Black bean chicken with rice
Steamed carrots and green beans
Raspbrry fromage frais
3 apples
1 chocolate chip cookie
2 slices of tiger bread
But he was still hungry.
Kid was a bottomless pit yesterday!
Black bean chicken with rice
Steamed carrots and green beans
Raspbrry fromage frais
3 apples
1 chocolate chip cookie
2 slices of tiger bread
But he was still hungry.
Kid was a bottomless pit yesterday!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Accident prone...
Not Dylan, even though my last post was about his accident at school. I'm talking about my delicate and dainty daughter, Edith.
She is, and I'm not exaggerating, fearless! She climbs on everything, and loves to go exploring. I'm glad she's adventurous, but it has resulted in some pretty nasty bumps and bruises. She's broken her arm twice, had a carpet burn the size of a dime on the tip of her nose, had an assortment of body bruises, a couple of fat lips...well, you get the picture. She currently has a big bruise on her cheek from falling against the hymn book holders on the pews at church and a swollen nose from tripping and falling on one of her bowls (she must have caught it just right). It will be a miracle if we make it to her second birthday without a visit from social services. As I'm typing, she was just running across the front room and tripped and face planted on the carpet.
Of course, the people who know us won't worry that she's being abused. Everyone knows what a delight Edith is, and just how cherished she is in our house. She's been an angel from day one. And she's especially fun now that her personality is developing and showing a lot more.
Dylan was Mr. Personality at quite an early age. Edith has been slower to develop. But she's making up for lost time. She loves to dance and wiggle. She loves to climb. She shamelessly begs for treats like chocolate and crisps. She can't talk much yet, but she manages to communicate very well. My favorite is how she hands me bowls and plates when she's hungry. She just keeps doing it until I get her something to eat. She already knows that Dylan gets in trouble for hurting her, so when he takes something away from her she looks around to see if we noticed and then cries so he will be forced to give it back. She also runs up to me at random to give me hugs and kisses. She's stubborn, manipulative, assertive, and yet sweet at the same time. 17 months old, and already a complicated woman.
I really do love to watch my children growing up. It is one of my biggest pleasures in life.
She is, and I'm not exaggerating, fearless! She climbs on everything, and loves to go exploring. I'm glad she's adventurous, but it has resulted in some pretty nasty bumps and bruises. She's broken her arm twice, had a carpet burn the size of a dime on the tip of her nose, had an assortment of body bruises, a couple of fat lips...well, you get the picture. She currently has a big bruise on her cheek from falling against the hymn book holders on the pews at church and a swollen nose from tripping and falling on one of her bowls (she must have caught it just right). It will be a miracle if we make it to her second birthday without a visit from social services. As I'm typing, she was just running across the front room and tripped and face planted on the carpet.
Of course, the people who know us won't worry that she's being abused. Everyone knows what a delight Edith is, and just how cherished she is in our house. She's been an angel from day one. And she's especially fun now that her personality is developing and showing a lot more.
Dylan was Mr. Personality at quite an early age. Edith has been slower to develop. But she's making up for lost time. She loves to dance and wiggle. She loves to climb. She shamelessly begs for treats like chocolate and crisps. She can't talk much yet, but she manages to communicate very well. My favorite is how she hands me bowls and plates when she's hungry. She just keeps doing it until I get her something to eat. She already knows that Dylan gets in trouble for hurting her, so when he takes something away from her she looks around to see if we noticed and then cries so he will be forced to give it back. She also runs up to me at random to give me hugs and kisses. She's stubborn, manipulative, assertive, and yet sweet at the same time. 17 months old, and already a complicated woman.
I really do love to watch my children growing up. It is one of my biggest pleasures in life.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
"Your child had an accident at school today..."
I got a little note on Friday when I went to pick Dylan up from school. It went like this...
"Parent/Carer of ...Dylan
Your child had an accident at school today.
He/she was treated by a member of staff.
By the end of the session there appeared to be no ill effects but if you are at all concerned would you please contact your own doctor.
Description of accident:
Dylan bumped heads with a nother child whilst playing outside. Cold compress applied."
He had a tiny little goose egg on his forehead, and actually seemed quite proud of himself. I am sure it's the first of MANY notes like this.
He's still loving every minute of school, and Edith and I are enjoying our afternoons. She naps most of the time that he's at school, but we have good cuddles when she wakes up. I also had a great time with Dylan on Saturday while Edith was napping. I asked him what he wanted to do while she was asleep, and he chose a movie and popcorn. So we snuggled up together on the sofa and watched "Cars." It was such a delightful afternoon.
Martin is at work tonight. His Sunday night closer has just started university in Bolton and he had no one else to work. So here I am, curled up on the sofa again. I'm going to start working on the kids' quiet books for Christmas (thanks for the link, Mango Mom!). Feeling lonely and emotionally needy, but keeping my hands busy will help with that.
"Parent/Carer of ...Dylan
Your child had an accident at school today.
He/she was treated by a member of staff.
By the end of the session there appeared to be no ill effects but if you are at all concerned would you please contact your own doctor.
Description of accident:
Dylan bumped heads with a nother child whilst playing outside. Cold compress applied."
He had a tiny little goose egg on his forehead, and actually seemed quite proud of himself. I am sure it's the first of MANY notes like this.
He's still loving every minute of school, and Edith and I are enjoying our afternoons. She naps most of the time that he's at school, but we have good cuddles when she wakes up. I also had a great time with Dylan on Saturday while Edith was napping. I asked him what he wanted to do while she was asleep, and he chose a movie and popcorn. So we snuggled up together on the sofa and watched "Cars." It was such a delightful afternoon.
Martin is at work tonight. His Sunday night closer has just started university in Bolton and he had no one else to work. So here I am, curled up on the sofa again. I'm going to start working on the kids' quiet books for Christmas (thanks for the link, Mango Mom!). Feeling lonely and emotionally needy, but keeping my hands busy will help with that.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
School days...
Dylan has officially started school now, and he loves it! It was his second day today, and he was thrilled to go. His teachers have told me both days that he was absolutely fine.
His first day was rather sweet. He gave me a hug and a kiss, then ran off to play. Martin and I enjoyed some quiet time, and then we went to pick him up. He was sitting so quietly, with another little boy's head on his shoulder, when I went to get him. He saw me, and his face just lit up like you wouldn't believe.
I live for moments like these.
His first day was rather sweet. He gave me a hug and a kiss, then ran off to play. Martin and I enjoyed some quiet time, and then we went to pick him up. He was sitting so quietly, with another little boy's head on his shoulder, when I went to get him. He saw me, and his face just lit up like you wouldn't believe.
I live for moments like these.
Everyone has been telling me how exhausted he would be after school. I was hoping for completely worn out. What I got instead was mildly lethargic with an intense craving for cartoons and snacks. Oh, and the biggest appetite I've ever seen him have for his dinner.
Isn't he sweet?
Edith is missing him in the afternoons when she wakes up from her nap. Today she wandered all over the house saying, "Dylan?" Then she came to me and asked for him. Bless her heart. She loves her brother more than anything (except maybe her morning mama milk).
Speaking of Edith, she is getting her cast off tomorrow morning. What a relief! I will be taking her to the school tomorrow morning to get her photo taken with Dylan, then we will go straight to the hospital. It will be nice to be able to give her a bath without a plastic bag over her arm, and to take her swimming. And to be able to put her in her own pajamas again.
I am so in love with my kids tonight!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
A transformation...
Before
After
Nothing like a haircut and a new color to make you feel like a new woman. Don't let the expression fool you--I'm thrilled with the result.
Dylan's birthday pics...
Dylan is all about the presents now...
He loved all his gifts that he got for his birthday!
He also had a good time helping to decorate his own birthday cake.
The finished product wasn't exactly polished and perfect, but he loved it.
Edith enjoyed all the company and the wrapping paper.
The most exciting part of the day was when nanna and grandad came over with this monster package.
He was really intent on getting it open.
He got pretty excited about the cars
But even more excited about the whole present after Martin finished putting all the stickers on the parking garage and putting it together.
Kiddies...
Wahoo--we have a garden gate!
We also have a beautiful sunflower. Dylan's nanna gave it to him and she planted one at the same time. Dylan's is MUCH bigger!
Full moons at the Gilbert house
Edith is going through a growth spurt. Just look at those chubby cheeks--a first since she was about 7 months old. She's already thinned out though, and gotten much taller!
There are her lovely, elfin features
Big cheese
And here's the ham to go with it!
Thursday, September 09, 2010
That was a surprise!
I took Dylan to his second taster day at Castledyke Primary School today. It was fun. No, really. It was seriously fun. But I got a little teary-eyed while we were there.
For the first time in his life, Dylan will do something that doesn't involve me. I have been the center of his world for his whole life. Now I will send him out on his own 5 days a week.
I've never been one of those moms who wants to keep her kids babies forever. I love watching them grow up and become more independent. But sending Dylan out there is, quite frankly, terrifying. He could be taught anything. He could be bullied. He could be picked on. He could be the one bullying. And I will only know if he or his teacher tell me.
I am a mommy control freak. It makes me crazy that somebody else is going to be responsible for my child. I'll deal with it, of course. And I am beyond excited to have some one-on-one time with Edith. School is going to be good. I just keep telling myself that. School is going to be good.
For the first time in his life, Dylan will do something that doesn't involve me. I have been the center of his world for his whole life. Now I will send him out on his own 5 days a week.
I've never been one of those moms who wants to keep her kids babies forever. I love watching them grow up and become more independent. But sending Dylan out there is, quite frankly, terrifying. He could be taught anything. He could be bullied. He could be picked on. He could be the one bullying. And I will only know if he or his teacher tell me.
I am a mommy control freak. It makes me crazy that somebody else is going to be responsible for my child. I'll deal with it, of course. And I am beyond excited to have some one-on-one time with Edith. School is going to be good. I just keep telling myself that. School is going to be good.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Why I love living in England, reason number 103
So we had a friend come over and cut a hole in our back garden wall so we could get bins for our rubbish, but we didn't just get a bin for household waste. We also got a green waste bin and a plastic and coardboard bin. Added to the tubs we have for paper, glass, and aluminum, that adds up to a lot of recycling bins.
Yes, they take up a lot of space. But we only need to have our actual trash collected every other week. For a family of 4 with a baby in diapers, that's pretty amazing. And I guess it's kind of great that we're doing our part to save the Earth. The recycling scheme is so good (not to mention convenient) over here.
What am I going to do when we move back to Utah? I love to ease and convenience of recycling, and it's not that easy or convenient back home. But I still want to do it. I guess we'll just make it work.
One thing's for sure--we will definitely have a compost bin or two. It is amazing how much of our garbage is green waste. And if you garden, you need soil improvers anyway. All my U.S. gardening friends, you should so get on that!
So yeah, kudos to the North Lincolnshire Council for their recycling program. You've given me one more reason to love living in England.
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In other news, Dylan has a "taster day" at Castledyke Primary School tomorrow. Pretty exciting stuff!
Edith has learned to hit people (mostly her big brother) with her cast. She's lethal. She's also started calling herself "Bob," and tonight learned how to say "night night" to her dad on the phone.
I dyed my hair dark brown and got about 2 inches cut off the bottom. Looking kind of gothic, but using blush to compensate.
Martin washed and waxed the car today, plus cut the grass at the flats next door. He's earning major brownie points!
Yes, they take up a lot of space. But we only need to have our actual trash collected every other week. For a family of 4 with a baby in diapers, that's pretty amazing. And I guess it's kind of great that we're doing our part to save the Earth. The recycling scheme is so good (not to mention convenient) over here.
What am I going to do when we move back to Utah? I love to ease and convenience of recycling, and it's not that easy or convenient back home. But I still want to do it. I guess we'll just make it work.
One thing's for sure--we will definitely have a compost bin or two. It is amazing how much of our garbage is green waste. And if you garden, you need soil improvers anyway. All my U.S. gardening friends, you should so get on that!
So yeah, kudos to the North Lincolnshire Council for their recycling program. You've given me one more reason to love living in England.
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In other news, Dylan has a "taster day" at Castledyke Primary School tomorrow. Pretty exciting stuff!
Edith has learned to hit people (mostly her big brother) with her cast. She's lethal. She's also started calling herself "Bob," and tonight learned how to say "night night" to her dad on the phone.
I dyed my hair dark brown and got about 2 inches cut off the bottom. Looking kind of gothic, but using blush to compensate.
Martin washed and waxed the car today, plus cut the grass at the flats next door. He's earning major brownie points!
Saturday, September 04, 2010
Man, I have a funny kid!
The consultant at the fracture clinic on Thursday was a really nice, funny man. I think he was German, elderly, liked kids, but obviously didn't spend a lot of time with them. He thought Dylan was adorable, and kept squeezing his cheeks and shaking his little head. Dylan just looked at him all funny and said, "mom, why is he doing that?" Then the doctor offered him a lollipop and we left.
Tonight, during bath time, I asked Dylan what the doctor had done to him. Then we took turns squeezing each others' faces and smunching each others' cheeks. We were totally giggling (which always makes Edith laugh). Then Dylan put on this gruff little German accent and asked me if I wanted a lollipop. I swear, he was imitating the doctor perfectly. I seriously lost it!
Oh, sometimes this kid cracks me up. This is two days running that motherhood has been a joy instead of a chore. Fingers crossed for tomorrow!
Tonight, during bath time, I asked Dylan what the doctor had done to him. Then we took turns squeezing each others' faces and smunching each others' cheeks. We were totally giggling (which always makes Edith laugh). Then Dylan put on this gruff little German accent and asked me if I wanted a lollipop. I swear, he was imitating the doctor perfectly. I seriously lost it!
Oh, sometimes this kid cracks me up. This is two days running that motherhood has been a joy instead of a chore. Fingers crossed for tomorrow!
Friday, September 03, 2010
The kids...
First and foremost, Edith is doing great. We were seen at the fracture clinic yesterday, and the consultant told me that it was a very minor buckle fracture and she will only be in her cast for two weeks. She is in good spirits and would be perfectly pleasant if only she wasn't currently teething.
Dylan seems to be past the worst of his little phase he was going through, thank goodness! He's got a couple of taster days at Castlydyke Primary School next week, and he starts school for real on the 14th of September.
We actually had a really lovely day. We didn't get up to much--just bummed around the house all afternoon. We also took a walk up to Stables and shared desserts with Martin, which was nice. But mostly, I didn't have a major agenda with loads of things to do. I sat with the kids while they watched cartoons, did an easy dinner, and we took our time in the bath. The kids were snuggly, cuddly, and (extra) giggly at bedtime, and they both settled right down in to sleep. Edith gave me Eskimo kisses while Dylan read us a story.
It feels like ages since I had an enjoyable day as a mom, but today was pretty great. It's made a huge difference, trying to pay more attention to Dylan. He is thriving under loads of praise and tons of kisses and cuddles. Sometimes, I just forget that he's still only a toddler. He seems like such a big boy, but he's only three. I expect too much of him a lot of the time. All he wants is love and attention. Those things are both free and easy to give.
Bad news on the house selling front--the couple who viewed on Wednesday aren't going to buy. They decided they didn't want to live on such a busy street and weren't keen on the neighborhood. We did get some feedback on what we could change to make our property more desireable, which is always good. It'll happen--I guess the timing just isn't quite right.
Even with that disappointment, today has been a good day.
I needed one of those!
Dylan seems to be past the worst of his little phase he was going through, thank goodness! He's got a couple of taster days at Castlydyke Primary School next week, and he starts school for real on the 14th of September.
We actually had a really lovely day. We didn't get up to much--just bummed around the house all afternoon. We also took a walk up to Stables and shared desserts with Martin, which was nice. But mostly, I didn't have a major agenda with loads of things to do. I sat with the kids while they watched cartoons, did an easy dinner, and we took our time in the bath. The kids were snuggly, cuddly, and (extra) giggly at bedtime, and they both settled right down in to sleep. Edith gave me Eskimo kisses while Dylan read us a story.
It feels like ages since I had an enjoyable day as a mom, but today was pretty great. It's made a huge difference, trying to pay more attention to Dylan. He is thriving under loads of praise and tons of kisses and cuddles. Sometimes, I just forget that he's still only a toddler. He seems like such a big boy, but he's only three. I expect too much of him a lot of the time. All he wants is love and attention. Those things are both free and easy to give.
Bad news on the house selling front--the couple who viewed on Wednesday aren't going to buy. They decided they didn't want to live on such a busy street and weren't keen on the neighborhood. We did get some feedback on what we could change to make our property more desireable, which is always good. It'll happen--I guess the timing just isn't quite right.
Even with that disappointment, today has been a good day.
I needed one of those!
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Medical update...
I went to the doctor to discuss my blood work results. Did I blog about that? I went to see if there was a reason I am so tired all the time. It just doesn't seem normal. Sadly, there is no quick fix for me because all of my blood results came back totally normal. Apparently, I'm just exhausted all the time because I'm a stay-at-home mother of 2 young children. It still doesn't feel normal to me!
But that's the pretty insignificant medical news. As you know, we have a house viewing today (I'll let you all know how it goes later). I was desperately trying to get the house cleaned up yesterday, and the kids and I were upstairs. I was working on their bedroom and they were in my bedroom. Edith came out on the landing, about 1 1/2 feet away from me. She was wearing tights (which she isn't used to) because it was a bit chilly, and I guess her foot just slipped on the stairs. She fell down them. All of them.
Dylan has done that about 3 times now, and we have never taken him to the hospital. But he was always so robust, and Edith is a tiny and delicate little thing. Plus, she was holding her right arm really funny and it was totally limp when she first fell. Oh, and she bit her lip pretty badly and was bleeding all over the place, too.
Martin came home and we took her to A&E. He was pretty angry with me for letting her fall. He didn't say so, but was definitely sending out that vibe. He also thought we didn't really need to take her. Neither did the doctor at A&E, to be honest. But he sent us to get an x-ray, "just in case," and got the shock of his life when it showed a definite break. I KNEW something was wrong with her.
So now her little arm is in a cast again. It's a big one, too. A temporary job, so it's big and bulky and cumbersome. We're being seen at the fracture clinic on Thursday morning, and the experts will take a look at her x-ray and determine how long the cast needs to be on. They will also do the lighter, smaller one. That will be nice.
Edith is doing fine. She's happy and playing, though she did wake twice in the night last night. And we still have that house viewing to get through today. Obviously, the house didn't get the attention I would have liked to give it yesterday, since we were at the hospital or in transit for about 4 hours. I did what I could last night. It was a late one! Still, it looks pretty good. I just need to do the kids' room this morning, since I obviously couldn't clean it last night while they were in bed.
Poor baby Edith!
But that's the pretty insignificant medical news. As you know, we have a house viewing today (I'll let you all know how it goes later). I was desperately trying to get the house cleaned up yesterday, and the kids and I were upstairs. I was working on their bedroom and they were in my bedroom. Edith came out on the landing, about 1 1/2 feet away from me. She was wearing tights (which she isn't used to) because it was a bit chilly, and I guess her foot just slipped on the stairs. She fell down them. All of them.
Dylan has done that about 3 times now, and we have never taken him to the hospital. But he was always so robust, and Edith is a tiny and delicate little thing. Plus, she was holding her right arm really funny and it was totally limp when she first fell. Oh, and she bit her lip pretty badly and was bleeding all over the place, too.
Martin came home and we took her to A&E. He was pretty angry with me for letting her fall. He didn't say so, but was definitely sending out that vibe. He also thought we didn't really need to take her. Neither did the doctor at A&E, to be honest. But he sent us to get an x-ray, "just in case," and got the shock of his life when it showed a definite break. I KNEW something was wrong with her.
So now her little arm is in a cast again. It's a big one, too. A temporary job, so it's big and bulky and cumbersome. We're being seen at the fracture clinic on Thursday morning, and the experts will take a look at her x-ray and determine how long the cast needs to be on. They will also do the lighter, smaller one. That will be nice.
Edith is doing fine. She's happy and playing, though she did wake twice in the night last night. And we still have that house viewing to get through today. Obviously, the house didn't get the attention I would have liked to give it yesterday, since we were at the hospital or in transit for about 4 hours. I did what I could last night. It was a late one! Still, it looks pretty good. I just need to do the kids' room this morning, since I obviously couldn't clean it last night while they were in bed.
Poor baby Edith!
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