Thursday, June 25, 2009
To TV or not to TV
Sadly, one of the things I miss most about my husband when he is gone is his ability to control the television. I realize that it is a silly thing to miss but there you have it. Not that there aren't about a million other things I miss but this is the one I'm thinking of tonight when he is gone, yet again (just for the night though). Part of it surely relates to my inability to make a decision when faced with a million worthless choices, another part of it is probably just the joy of not having to make a decision after a long day filled with a million descisions to be made for myself and two six year old girls. However, another part of it is just one more way that he shows me he loves me. On the surface it sounds like we are the same old stereotypical couple where the man rules the remote and poor wifey doesn't get to watch her "women's shows". That could not be further from the truth though. First off, for the most part, I hate "women's shows" and secondly I would rarely turn on the television myself anyway as I would rather read a book. In fact, if it weren't for hubby surfing through all the garbage and managing to find something we both can enjoy together I would probably be a complete recluse and live inside my own head 95% of the time. Luckily he loves me enough to avoid this or we would surely be divorced or insane by now. So while it may seem trivial on the surface there are plenty of reasons to love my man who rules the remote.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Bednight Games
All parents know about the bedtime "games", those excuses kids come up with to get out of bed and pester you with when they should be sleeping. Tonight I had some good ones.
1. Savannah came out (FYI, it is almost always Savannah who comes out because she has the bottom bunk of the bunk beds, so Sydney is to lazy and sends Savannah on her errands. Of course, Savannah does them so . . .), anyway she says "Sydney dropped the journal she likes to read in bed behind the bed". I told her that Sydney should not be reading her journal when she should be sleeping anyway so to tell her tough luck. Savannah replies with "But it is her favorite one. If SOMEONE is to lazy to get it . . ."
WHAT?!
At this point I give her the benefit of the doubt that she is talking about her sister being lazy and not calling her mom lazy, even though I truly think this is what she meant! I calmly tell her to get back in bed.
2. Savannah comes out and says "I'm rolling out the scroll of Sydney complaints" and pretends she is unfurling a scroll with a little flourish, too cute. "First, she thinks she is sick and says her forehead is hot, so I think she really is. That is all. Oh, and if someone could come feel her forehead she would like it." I told her I would be there in a minute and I did go check even though I knew this to be a ploy.
3. Savannah comes out and says "Sydney wants me to be up on her bed with her", to which I immediately reply "No" and explain that they wouldn't be able to sleep because they both move around too much and someone might push the other off the bed in their sleep. Savannah goes back to the room and I hear her tell Sydney "She said no like this NO! (as she mimics my mean voice)."
4. There were several other escape attempts but I can't remember them all right now.
Sometimes I feel like the meanest mom in the world because I get so tired of this shit. Other times I feel like I must be the biggest push-over in the world because I find it so amusing. I'm sure it is a little bit of both and depends on what mood I'm in.
I also find it so funny to see how these bedtime games have changed over the years. Birth to one year was pretty much just crying. 1 to 2 years was yelling "mommy". 2 to 3 years was just coming out of the room, no real excuses. 3 to 4 years was wanting a drink or hungry. 4 to 5 years was asking for more hugs or scared. 5 to 6 was mostly wanting drinks or having to potty. For the 6 year old the excuse most used seems to be some ailment. Either their tummy hurts or their ear hurts or they have a headache or they feel pukey. I love watching this evolve as they grow older. Glad I still have my sense of humor about it.
1. Savannah came out (FYI, it is almost always Savannah who comes out because she has the bottom bunk of the bunk beds, so Sydney is to lazy and sends Savannah on her errands. Of course, Savannah does them so . . .), anyway she says "Sydney dropped the journal she likes to read in bed behind the bed". I told her that Sydney should not be reading her journal when she should be sleeping anyway so to tell her tough luck. Savannah replies with "But it is her favorite one. If SOMEONE is to lazy to get it . . ."
WHAT?!
At this point I give her the benefit of the doubt that she is talking about her sister being lazy and not calling her mom lazy, even though I truly think this is what she meant! I calmly tell her to get back in bed.
2. Savannah comes out and says "I'm rolling out the scroll of Sydney complaints" and pretends she is unfurling a scroll with a little flourish, too cute. "First, she thinks she is sick and says her forehead is hot, so I think she really is. That is all. Oh, and if someone could come feel her forehead she would like it." I told her I would be there in a minute and I did go check even though I knew this to be a ploy.
3. Savannah comes out and says "Sydney wants me to be up on her bed with her", to which I immediately reply "No" and explain that they wouldn't be able to sleep because they both move around too much and someone might push the other off the bed in their sleep. Savannah goes back to the room and I hear her tell Sydney "She said no like this NO! (as she mimics my mean voice)."
4. There were several other escape attempts but I can't remember them all right now.
Sometimes I feel like the meanest mom in the world because I get so tired of this shit. Other times I feel like I must be the biggest push-over in the world because I find it so amusing. I'm sure it is a little bit of both and depends on what mood I'm in.
I also find it so funny to see how these bedtime games have changed over the years. Birth to one year was pretty much just crying. 1 to 2 years was yelling "mommy". 2 to 3 years was just coming out of the room, no real excuses. 3 to 4 years was wanting a drink or hungry. 4 to 5 years was asking for more hugs or scared. 5 to 6 was mostly wanting drinks or having to potty. For the 6 year old the excuse most used seems to be some ailment. Either their tummy hurts or their ear hurts or they have a headache or they feel pukey. I love watching this evolve as they grow older. Glad I still have my sense of humor about it.
Less cartoons, more real shows, equals girls growing up
One more sign my babies are growing up: Just in the last month or two they have started watching more "real" shows (you know with real people) and not as many cartoons. First it was "The Suite Life of Zack and Cody" and then "The Suite Life on Deck", but I thought that might just be because they are twins and those shows have twin boys in them. Now they have started wanting to watch "Hannah Montana", which they previously couldn't stand. They have also started wanting to watch "Jonas". When I asked them why they liked "Jonas" they said because there are three cute boys who sing and dance and play music and they do funny things. This is almost the same reason they gave for liking Zack and Cody, minus the music stuff, and evidently there is a boy on "Hannah Montana" who does funny stuff too. Seems they already have their momma's love of men/boys who make you laugh.
Don't let mommy's ego get too big, please
Yesterday, I'm in the bathroom letting the hair color set when Sydney comes in. She asks "Whatcha doing?" and I tell her I'm coloring my hair. "Does that mean dyeing?" she asks. "Ok, yes, I'm dyeing my hair." "Is this the color it is going to be?" she asks while making the yucky face. "Look on the front of the box, what color is that?" I ask her, to which she replies "Gross?!". Gee, thanks kid. The worst part is that it did turn out pretty gross, not that it looked gross on the box, but it said the color would be dark blond and it came out more like mud brown. Maybe I should start taking tips from the 6 year olds after all.
Blame it on Facebook
Okay, I admit it, I have been the worst blogger ever the last few months. I blame Facebook. Oh, and my new Blackberry Curve. It is just so easy to put little snippets onto Facebook from my phone whenever I'm bored or to take pictures on my phone and post them straight to Facebook. However, I have discovered one drawback . . . I have a lot of trouble condensing my thoughts into the small format on Facebook. Seems that I am a long-winded writer. So I really need to keep up with my blog again. At least I'm going to try. Let's see how that works out for me huh?
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