The Missing Shoes

Today was Connor’s birthday party (Violet and Ian’s cousin), which was held at Chuck E Cheese. It was lots of fun, and the kids had a great time… the only “mishap” happened when Violet got out of the tunnels and couldn’t find her shoes! Someone had TAKEN THEM!! We were shocked and a bit horrified!!

After walking around for a few minutes we found the culprit – a two year old little girl. After about 5 minutes of convincing her that they weren’t really her shoes (It was obvious that they were not her shoes by the fact that they were about 5 sizes too big for her!), she took them off and ran back over to the tunnels to claim another pair!

Violet wants me to add that she does not find it funny or amusing that her shoes were taken. She was down right horrified by the whole event.

The Juice Pitcher

I love doing the dishes. Unloading the dishwasher to be more exact. Especially late at night, when I am trying to be super quiet so I don’t wake up the kids.

I had to put away my favorite blue bowl. It goes on the highest shelf in the cabnet.

BUT, before the bowl could go to its home, I had to take a few things out of the way – namely the Juice Pitcher.

As I reached up to get it down (now I am tall and I had to stand on my tippy-toes), it fell! Trying to avoid making any loud noises, I did an awkward move and tried to catch it in my arms (so there was no loud clatter AND I didn’t want to drop my bowl!) Boy, did that work out great! The pitcher bounced off my arms, into my nose and landed very loudly on the counter!

My nose looked good too!

I think the bleeding gash really adds something to my look.

I just LOVE doing the dishes!! πŸ™‚

Mall Trip!

A few days ago while I was online, I stumbled across a really great promotion that was being run by The Gap called the “Gap Give and Get Program”. To participate, you pick a non-profit organization (I choose the World Wildlife Fund) and your entire purchase at Gap, Old Navy and Banana Republic was 30% off PLUS the non-profit of your choice receives 5% of what you spend. It sounded like an awesome deal, and I was extra excited because I really need a few new pairs of jeans.

There were only two things wrong with the deal:

1.) You could not use the coupon online – it was in stores only. No big deal, I planned for the day as best I could. I got everyone up and ready early to head to the mall – I wanted to try to beat some of the back-to-school shoppers, and was super excited when I got there that the mall wasn’t too busy yet. I drug both kids into The Gap store, found the jean display and started digging.

As soon as my back was turned my daughter becomes a whirlwind of terror, and is running up and down the isles, causing a sales person to come and offer her assistance. I told her what I was looking for, and left her to find it while I wrangled Violet back over to the stroller (where her brother was throwing Gerber Cheese Doodles). I got back to  problem number 2 – the very exciting news that they did  not have my size, nor did they carry it in the store.

I was okay with the fact that they didn’t have my size. I will admit, it was a little inconvenient, but I figured that they would have a similar policy to other stores where they would be able to order my size online and still give me the discount. No. They can’t.

I asked the sales girl, and evidently, they would have to order it the same way that I would, they could not give me any type of discount on shipping, or honor the current promotion.

Needless to say, it is not a good day to wear a size 14L.

The Blue Spoon

Ian has started the “blue spoon” trend – he refused to give it up at dinner a few nights ago, and has not let it go since!
After watching her brother enjoy the spoon so much for a few days, she just couldn’t help herself – she had to see what it was all about (mind you Ian was screaming when I walked in because she took the spoon.)
Romeo found the spoon on the table (Ian threw it) and when I came out, he looked away and pretended that I couldn’t see him.
After I left the kitchen, Romeo knocked the spoon off of the table and Otis was playing with it. When I heard and came in, he looked at me like he was just standing there, doing nothing of importance.

For some reason, EVERYONE is my house LOVES this blue baby spoon. As you can see, I caught them all playing with it yesterday… Weird.

Don’t sell my clothes!!

I am a self admitted eBay addict. I LOVE eBay – I buy, I sell, I buy… I just can’t get enough.

Violet is horrified of the thought of her worldly possessions being sold. Every change of season, we go through a tearful farewell as I pack up her out of season clothes and put her new ones in her dresser and closet. It is even more tearful when I pull the same clothes back out a few months later to list on eBay.

Violet can’t be happy for the new without being sad for the old. While she loves getting new clothes and shoes, she has a terribly hard time saying goodbye to the things that she can no longer wear.

Because it is back to school time (yippy!) I have been digging out Violet’s and Ian’s fall and winter clothes from last year to place for sale. When Violet saw what I was doing, she tearfully pulled out a dress from last year, hugged it and said goodbye. She then insisted on trying all the clothes that I was getting rid of on – to prove that they still fit of course!

It goes without saying that the one she wanted to keep the most no longer looked like a dress but resembled a short sleeve shirt!

Two Kids, One Box …..

**Wonderful Wednesday update**

Shortly after my post this morning, Princess our fish, passed away. πŸ™
Violet and I were very distressed after burying her, and I decided that we needed some retail therapy to make us feel better.

I invited my mom to do some shopping with us. It was a very fun trip to Wal-Mart (I did LOTS of impressions of both my mom and Violet talking) and Violet looked BEAUTIFUL in her new dress from her Amma (my mom). No less than 15 people commented on her dress while we were there, and most of them called her a “princess”. By the end of the trip, Violet was sick of explaining to people that she “isn’t a princess, just a little girl”. I thought she was dressed more like someone from the 14th century, and I have to admit, I wish that I had a similar dress to wear – she looks very pretty in it.

I didn’t buy much at Wal-Mart, but it did make me feel better to look around and get a few things for the kids. While I had a lot of fun shopping, dinner was a different story.

I had a very nice meal planned – a grilled split chicken breast with a delicious rub! – BUT when I put it on the grill, it caught on fire, and was completely charred by the time I checked on it 10 minutes later. We ended up having Kraft Toy Story Mac & Cheese. Yum.

What a Wonderful Wednesday!!

Well… I am very optimistic about how wonderful today is going to be- after such a joyous morning, how could the day be anything else??

My day started around 5:30 with the baby getting up. No big deal, I brought him to bed to lay with me. It was only after we had been there for a while that I realized that he had gone pee and it had leaked completely out of his diaper and all over the bed (as was evident by the gigantic wet mark on my brand new sheets.). Then just as I was falling back asleep, Violet decided that she was going to get up and sing – as loud as she could, sitting next to my bed. FUN!!!

After bringing Jay to work, I decided that I desperately needed a coffee. To further confirm this fact, Violet decided to scream while in the drive-thru line at Dunkin Donuts that she “hates cereal! PLEASE will I buy her something else!?” over and over. As the volume of her please was increasing, so was the fake crying, and then she began to thrash about in her car seat while begging for any breakfast other than cereal. I’m sure that the girl working at the window got a kick out of us, as I practically ripped my coffee from her hand in an attempt to make a speedy exit. Violet informed me, very calmly I might add, as we were leaving that she would not be eating ever again.

To make this day even more fun, once we got home, I realized that my fish (which I have had for over 10 year) is dying. πŸ™ She has not been doing good for a while and I will be surprised if she makes it for more than another day or so.

All this and it’s only 9:15!! Looks like it’s going to a truly wonderful day!

What my neighbors must think…..

I am a very loud talker. I always have been…. actually, most of my family is very loud. My children are no exception.

This would not be a problem if we didn’t live in an apartment. What makes it a little worse is that the very nice couple who live upstairs from us are newlyweds with no kids yet. That being said, I constantly wonder what they must think when they hear my kids screaming about everything!

Violet is by far the biggest offender. You would think we beat her on a daily basis the way she is always yelling. I swear she has never ever been spanked, not even so much as a light tap. However, if she is asked to oh say, go play with the gazillion toys that she has in her bedroom while I (clean the bathroom, put the baby to bed, make lunch, etc…) she  screams like you are killing her. Apparently, being by herself is complete and total torture – that is unless it was her idea, then she will play barbies for a good hour or so in there by herself.

And if she hurts herself it’s all over. They honestly must think that we are rotten down here with the way she carries on. Now I am very sympathetic and concerned when she is genuinely hurt, but she is a VERY dramatic girl, and can be totally fine (after she say stubbed her toe) but if she knows that I saw it, or I ask if she is OK, she launches into a 20 minute rendition of how much it hurts – fake crying and all.

Time-out is a completely different ball game. Time-outs in our house consist of a trip to your room to think about why a.) you are being put into time-out and b.) to give you a chance to calm down after a temper tantrum or argument. Now, Violet is not so good at quickly completing a time-out. Once again, the thought of sitting by herself is too much for her, and she usually freaks out more (read- gets A LOT louder). It usually ends with me telling her that her time-out is over and she can come out as soon as she stops screaming and yelling to which she responds, at the top of her lungs “I’M DONE SCREAMING AND YELLING!!!!” As much as I try to explain to her that yelling to me that she is done yelling defeats the purpose, she just doesn’t get it yet. She just really wants to make sure that I can hear her tell me that she is done screaming and yelling.

I know that her loudness is not intentional; she cant help it, she is just naturally loud – it runs in the family!

Ian is not much better. He will scream as loud as he can, as long as he can just because he loves the sound of his own voice. Half the time, he hears Violet yelling and decides that he needs to put his “two cents” in the conversation and lets out a big howl of his own. I can only imagine what it must sound like to people with no children.

I have to admit, that Jay and I also contribute to the problem. We are a family of yellers. Daily, we yell conversations from one room to the other.
“Mom can I have a drink”
“What? I can’t hear you!”
“Can I have a drink?!”
“What? You have to come here, I can’t hear you!”
(VERY loud on the way to where ever I am) “MOM! CAN I HAVE A DRINK!?!”
“Oh sure Violet, you didn’t have to yell.”

Thankfully, our neighbors travel a lot.  I wonder if we have anything to do with that…..

Baby Sign Language

Violet loved sign language as a baby.

“Do you want a ba-ba now, Violet?” “Are you all done or do you want more?” “What do you want to eat?”
Her answers – “yes” “no” “more” “all done” “cheese” “grapes” “eat”…. all answered and asked with sign language (and speaking on my part) and all when she was about 11 months old.

I started signing with Violet right around the time that she started eating solid food (4-6 months) and she picked it up really fast. She loved being able to talk to us when she didn’t know how to say the words. It was also a blessing when she finally did start talking because any word she didn’t know how to say she could sign. It saved a lot of frustrating moments throughout the day.

Ian, on the other hand, seems to have NO interest what-so-ever in learning how to sign. I have been trying to get him to used to signing at meal times and when I am talking to him during the day. But for the most part he just looks at me like he could care less. I sign “more” to him while eating and the look that I get back is “yea, I want more, now give it to me!”

I was hoping to put him in a signing class, (we took a wonderful one when Violet was little) but I am having trouble finding one in my area. πŸ™

However, I am VERY excited because Violet’s sign teacher has a book that was just published and is available for pre-order thru Amazon.com. It’s called “Once Upon a Sign: Using American Sign Language to Engage, Entertain, and Teach All Children” by Kimberly Taylor-Deliva
I am hoping that with the use of this book (which I have pre-ordered! I can’t wait!!) and the book I purchased during Violet’s class ( “Pick Me Up! Fun Songs for Learning Signs” by Sign2Me ) that I will be able to successfully teach Ian sign language on my own!

Hopefully I can get Violet to help!!!