Monday, March 7, 2011

Odds and Ends.












It's been awhile, my FOUR followers.

Two quotes of the day.

Between Ellie and Quinn, after she stole his non-working laptop, then relinquished it after thirty seconds of making him sufficiently angry and upset:

Q: I don't love you anymore! (yelling)
E: But what about earlier when you promised to love me for years and years and years?! (talking with hands, yelling back)

Quinn, to me, after I lost it and yelled at them for Quinn stealing Ellie's duck, and Ellie for screaming as though she had been stabbed, and for throwing every stuffed animal they own and a whole bag of too small clothes, piece by piece, down the stairs, while I tried to clean up the dishes from dinner.

Me: I'm sorry that I yelled, but it makes mommy so frustrated when you fight like that, and when I ask you to stop throwing things and you don't listen.
Q: It makes ME frustrated when you yell at me for not picking up my things!

Touche.

I love these kids. I spent a good percentage of my time at parent helping today on hall duty, reading "Positive Discipline for Preschoolers", and I really want to follow it, live it and breathe it. I really do. Chris went to a positive parenting class at preschool a couple of weeks ago, and is also ready to embrace a consistent approach. I just need to figure out a way to make it happen. I laughed at the part about making sure to have constant close supervision - it feels impossible. And I would love to hear from other moms of three at three and under, or similar, how they do what we do every day: make breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks, get laundry done, clean up the pretzel bits, corn, noodles and spilled milk, prevent gross injury or death to the general household population, grocery shop, take a shower (not daily), give baths (not daily), have FUN with the kids, and have some personal time, too. All while guiding my kids to make positive choices about where to hang their coat, put their shoes, not to dump the snack on the couch, not to climb into the medicine cabinet to get down a bottle of shampoo to squirt on the rug, or get Q-tips to put god knows where. To not take the heating vents out of of the ducts, and to not throw anything down the laundry chute that you want retrieved anytime soon. It feels like a LOT. And that's when I get frustrated.

Being pregnant with a fourth child is NOT helping, by the way. At least I'm not throwing up anymore. I don't remember having to pee every 52 seconds this early in either of the other pregnancies, though. And I am 16 weeks and look seriously more like 6 months. One of E&Q's classmates came up and asked, "Mrs. Brown, can I ask you a question?" Of course. "Why is your tummy getting so much fatter?"

Good thing I am pregnant. GOOD thing.