Tuesday, September 30, 2008
me: Okay, just a minute, let me finish sweeping and I'll get you some.
Kate: Mumma, what kind of cheese?
me: Cheese, just cheese.
Kate: Is it regular cheese?
Kate: is it flat cheese not regular cheese?
me: no, it's just cheese.
Kate: is it big cheese?
me: I don't know? What do you mean big cheese?
Kate: I don't want little cheese and flat cheese. Just big regular cheese.
okay? okay, Mumma? okay? just big regular cheese? okay?
me: (finally losing it and shouting)IT'S JUST CHEESE! NOT FLAT OR SMALL OR REGULAR OR BIG! JUST CHEESE!!!!
Friday, September 26, 2008
When we made the apple muffins, which was our first apple cooking activity I gave the girls peeled apple slices and small cutting boards (which are shaped like little apples, how cute is that) and a plastic knife and let them cut the apples up into teeny tiny bits. After working away at this for a while Katie asked me what the apples were for and I reminded her that we were making apple muffins. She just stared at me for a bit and then resumed cutting her apples. I realized she was a bit confused but just let it go. When I returned to the table with some other ingredients I noticed she had started taking her piles of apple bits and started filling the mini muffin tins with them. No wonder she thought it a bit odd, she must have been trying to figure out how the apples morphed themselves into muffins.
When I cook with the kids I make sure to wash their hands first and watch them carefully to see if they need to rewash hands at any point during the cooking activity. So they know to keep their hands out of their noses and ears while we cook or if their hands are dirty not to touch the food stuff. When the pumpkin muffins came out of the oven and put on the counter to cool, the girls came over and climbed on stools to admire them. I reminded them not to touch them. They stood there practically drooling over their handiwork. I turned to put away the oven mitts and when I turned back, I found Katie licking the top of one of the muffins. I had to tell her there is NO LICKING FOOD till I say so. Some of the rules we have to come up with, I'm telling you. So every subsequent cooking project Katie reminds us all that we can't lick the food.
I'm sure if you're Martha Stewert, when you make pumpkin pie you'd go out to the field you grew your pumpkin in, cut it up and cook and puree it all yourself. I just buy the cans of pumpkin puree, Martha I ain't. As we got ready to make our pumpkin pies today I was putting all the ingredients on the table and talking to the girls about what we were making. Katie looked over all the ingredients and asked me "Where's the pumpkin Mumma?" I picked up the can of pumpkin puree and said "right here." She gave me a disbelieving look and said "how'd they fit the pumpkins in there. must be small pumpkins." I laughed and told her yes indeed they were small pumpkins, because we were making very small pumpkin pies.
Funny little girl. : )
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Using the bathroom as an extension of our social space starts very very early on. And, listen up, I have proof. I taught kindergarten for a number of years and before that preschool. Now in preschool, both boys and girls tend to sit and chit chat as they do their business. Many bathrooms in childcare centers are absolutely adorable with these miniature toilets all in a row. Usually just one was stalled off. Preschoolers, for the most part, aren't modest and many still need assistance so no real need for stalls. The kids loved to sit and talk about their snacks, pets, parents and even their poops. I had to shoo them out of there more often than not, girls and boys alike. By kindergarten though, you start to see a shift.
Again not sure of the whys here, but, the boys no longer seem to need or crave companionship in the bathroom. The boys go in and do what they need to do and zip up and they're out of there. The girls are a whole 'nother ball of wax. They still feel this need to chat and gossip and just loiter by the sinks. They call to each other through the stalls, checking to see if their BFFs are still two stalls down. There were numerous times the shrieks of laughter from the girls room could be heard all the way down the hall. They stay in there until they are sternly told to stop playing around and get back to class.Now that I've toilet trained my own three, I've seen this same pattern of behaviour played out with them . And this is really where it all starts. Toilet training. We moms know that if we sit and keep our kids company and distracted by a book, they will sit longer on the toilet and perhaps, just maybe, they'll actually go. So we sit in the bathroom with our little ones for hours on end. And by the time they are finally trained, the idea that bathroom time is a group thing has been firmly entrenched.
So, Katie is newly toilet trained. While she is very independent in her use of the potty, she always requests company. Not mine usually. It used to be me. I would sit there with her when she was first training just waiting for her to go. We'd look at books and talk. Now however, she prefers her "girlfriends." Either her sister or her friend A who comes to our house Monday through Friday and is about a year older than Kate. If one of them announces she has to use the toilet, you can bet the other will too. And if she doesn't, she's usually invited to join the one needing the facilities. They skip into the bathroom asking whether it's #1 or #2, if they want to hear a story and what kind of underwear they have on. The one keeping company often tells a little story while the other does her business. They show off their pretty little undies and admire the size and color of each other's poops. They play in the sink while washing their hands and help each other out with a tricky pair of pants or stubborn skort. As I watch them giggle and chatter away with each other as they sit comfortably in the bathroom I realize I've seen this many times before. It's deja vu all over again. I just hope by the time my girls are partying in Boston the bathrooms in the city's bars have improved somewhat.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Jessica tagged me for this meme.
1. Were you married at the time? Yes.
2. What were your reactions when you found out you were pregnant? very very excited but also very very anxious
3. How old were you? 32
4. How did you find out you were pregnant? I was late so I went in to the dr's and had a blood and pee test done
5. Who did you tell first? well, after Joe...my father
6. Did you want to find out the sex? yes I did but we didnt' b/c Daddy did not want to know till he/she made his/her appearence
7. Due due: November 12th
8. Did you deliver early or late? I delivered 5 days before my due date so technically not early or late
9. Did you have morning sickness? nope
10. What did you crave? always late at night I wanted things like Bacon cheeseburgers or pizza with the works
11. Who irritated you the most? people who told me how difficult my life would be once I had the baby
12. What was your first child’s sex? male
13. How many pounds did you gain throughout the pregnancy? 45
14. Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? unexplained bleeding throughout the first trimester other than that none
15. Where did you give birth? In a hospital.
16. How many hours were you in labor? didn't quite make it to even an hour if you're counting only active labor-that was about 35 minutes, but I knew i was in labor about 5:30 in the morning and he arrived at 9:31 am
17. Who drove you to the hospital? the school nurse from the kindergarten I worked at
18. Who watched? Daddy, ob nurses and a midwife they found in the hallway when they realized the dr was not going to make it
19. Was it vaginal or c-section? vaginal
20. Medication? nope, there was no point since he was 3/4 of the way birthed by the time I got to the hospital
21. How much did your child weigh? 9 lbs 5 oz
22. What did you name him/her? Samuel
23. How old is your first born today? turning 8 in a month and a half
Hey Anne, Karla and Debra ! You're it!
For those of you who are new to tagging, link the Tagger (that would be Moi) to your Meme and then the links/names of the people you are tagging! Copy and paste and add you own answers. Have fun!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Let's go already Mumma!!!
Such a good listener. This is what she did when told to put her hands on her hips. she'd just tuck them neatly behind her.
She's supposed to be sliding across the dance floor with her partner Meadow. But they ended up doing more pulling and pushing of each other than sliding gracefully. Katie was taken with this girl from the minute she walked in. Hasn't stopped talking about her since.
Skipping around the circle. She was one of two who was actually able to skip. She can thank Teresa for that. All the endless pretend dance classes at home actually did teach her a thing or two.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
all six girls with the scrapbooks
Mumma and her boys
And here we all are...all forty five of us
Mimi and Papa and the grandchildren...only one grandson is missing, he had had it with pictures
And so have the rest of us! I guess you can say they managed to pass on their sense of humor. Either that or we're just weird.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
This school year I was a bit sad sending both big kids off to school for the whole day. I will tell you it's not been an easy transition for Teresa. She is having a tough time adjusting to being in school for the whole day. Sam has adjusted to the school time routine more easily. But me...I am sad for me. I miss spending time with them. I miss eating lunch with them. I don't get to experience all the ups and downs of their days anymore. And while I know this is how things go, at least for our family, it still takes some time to get used to. Jen over at listmama has inspired us to begin a new ritual that is helping to ease the transition somewhat. Thanks Jen!
Friday, September 12, 2008
They arrived in Germany with three kids and left Germany with five children. My mom had to travel home, from Germany to Massachusetts with five children under the age of six and 6 months pregnant to boot, by herself. Have I mentioned she should be nominated for sainthood?
The clan now numbers six. And this is where things start to go to pot.
HUH??? We jump from six little ones to a bunch more, some full grown. That's what happens when you got so many, the picture taking falls by the wayside. There are now nine of us in the picture. We completely missed me and my younger brother and sister as babies. Oh well. My sisters loved to tell me I was adopted because of the scarcity of baby pictures of me. I'm the gorgeous child in the white dress. :)
Finally! It took till we were all grown but they finally got a picture of all eleven of us all at the same time. This was at my youngest sister's wedding. See how happy my dad looks...that's because he just married off the last of his girls.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The other night I was out running some errands at our local superstore and remembered the dearth of undies in my undie drawer. So I marched myself over to the intimate apparel and wandered through the maze of bras (thank god I don't need new bras at the moment!) and stopped in front of the long wall of underwear. And that's when I remembered why I'd been avoiding this unpleasant little task. There were briefs, bikini's, string bikini's, boxers, boy style, hiphuggers, thongs, girdles, boxer-briefs and g-strings. There were low cut briefs and hi-cut bikini's. There was lace and satin and ewww! polyester. Underwear in every shade and pattern. Black, pink, green, yellow (YELLOW?), red, floral, geometrics, cutesy prints, and even character sets (think underoos for grownups... which just begs the question, why???). And the sizing. Does underwear need to come in petites and talls? Because, I really don't think it does.
I stood there and did not know where to begin my search. All I wanted, call me boring, was some plain old white cotton bikini underwear. Not red, yellow, green, blue or even black and definitely no prints of any kind. Where was it hiding in this literal sea of bloomers? I started in the middle of the wall, not sure why, but realized I was getting confused and couldn't remember if I had looked at that particular floral pink pair of bikini style before or was that in the hi-cut low rise hiphugger? So I moved all the way down to one end and started over. Every so often I would get all excited because I'd see packages of all white cotton only to have my hopes dashed when I realized they were granny panties. When I arrived at the end of the wall of bloomers I still had buttkis. I slunk out of there with a package of three white cotton bikinis and three black. Not too bad, but not exactly what I wanted. Hmmmmm, maybe I should go back and stock up on them in case they become further endangered? I mean, I know it's not exactly what I wanted but what if they nix the white ones from the package altogether and I'm left with just black? What will I wear under my khaki's or whites? I think I may have to. At the very least it'll guarantee I won't have to shop for underwear for a while.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Teresa sighed deeply after each bite. It was just that yummy.
Katie started at the top and worked her way down to the brownie crust, savoring every morsel of chocolate, each m&m and the fudge topping.
This was what Kate's slice looked like when she declared she was stuffed. She truly is my girl. As a child, I was infamous for licking the topping off my desserts and then proclaiming I was full. My brothers and sisters never miss an opportunity to remind me of this.
When she was about halfway through, Teresa dreamily pronounced "I am in LOVE!"
She stated my thoughts exactly.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape or form, had any input on this little guys name. Teresa came up with his first name and Katie inisted on the Baadaabooty. She is such a fruitcake...but it has a certain ring to it, don't ya think?
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
I have no idea what Teresa is doing here. She looks like she's ready to fall off the steps.
Sam, hands on hips, looking like a man about town.
Sam, smiling his snaggle tooth smile (I'll be so glad when that tooth finally falls out).
Ignore Katie's bedhead, it was all I could do to get the older two dressed and whatnot before bus time.