Monthly Archives: June 2011

Money, Money

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Somebody please talk to me about kids & money, I’m begging you!

Scorch wants things. A lot of things.  He wants little plastic animal figurines when we stop at the pet store. He wants a Hot Wheels car when we go to the grocery store.  He wants Iron Man/Green Lateran/Bat Man/Whatever when we go to Target.  He just asks and asks and asks regardless of the fact that the answer is no- I’m not forking my money over for junk.

His typical response for that is “I’ll pay with my own money.”   Sometimes I’ll let him (with a $5 limit), but most of the time I don’t let him do that either.  The limited amount of money he has on hand is from birthday presents or generous family members, so it’s not like he’s got a huge supply of it.

But the thing is, I don’t know what to do.  I realize Scorch is only 5, so I don’t know what kind of concept of money he’s supposed to have. He knows things cost money and he knows that some things are more expensive then others- but he doesn’t truly know the different between $5 and $500.  Do we implement an allowance at this age? I’ve heard conflicting theories on whether allowances should be chore based or not.  Scorch has certain things he has to do daily now that I don’t feel he should be paid for- they are just part of being a functional family.  Do I give him more chores that he can do (or not) if wants to earn money?  How much money does a 5 year old get?

I’m lost- someone please school me please so I don’t have to listen to my 5 year old throw another fit about this!

Turning the Tables

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When Scorch was born, my sister Red considered herself a bit of a baby guru.  She didn’t have any kids of her own, but she did have a really big hand in helping raise her best friend’s baby.  She and her best friend were military wives and their husband’s were deployed when her friend’s baby came- so Red was the birth coach and the co-parent for the first few months.  Which was awesome- but it also meant that Red had opinions on a lot of things. Some things were really helpful- like, as stupid as it sounds, how to properly pack a diaper bag without bringing everything with you.  But some of the advice I just ignored because while it sounded good, actually using it was a whole different story.

From the day he was born, Scorch wasn’t a great sleeper (not much has actually changed there).  The Hubs and I were at our wits end trying to figure out how to get this child to sleep.  Red and my Mom would always tell me to let him fuss, to let him cry, that it won’t hurt him.  But…but…but…that was my baby! There was no way I could let my poor sweet exhausted gorgeous child cry!!**  We went round and round over that little piece of advice for ever and, at the end of the day, I never let Scorch cry it out.

But now- now the tables are turned! Baby Lala, my sweet niece, is almost 7 months old and sleeps fantastic at night (seriously, I’m jealous), but her napping situation is another story.  I have to say, I take so much enjoyment out of throwing that “just let her fuss” line back into Red’s face that it’s almost criminal.  I love watching her squirm and come up with all the excuses I did when faced with the same advice  because what sounded good in theory seems damn near impossible when it’s your own kid.

**All that said, we did let the Bean cry it out (checking on her every 10 mins, never letting her get too worked up) the day she turned 6 months old. After 2.5 years of not sleeping at all, she and her brother left us no choice. And I never once regretted it.

Literally

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You would think given the fact that my kids are only a little over 2 years apart I would remember so much and not be as shocked as I am by the Bean.  Sadly, you’d be wrong as I have a brain with huge holes in it and have forgotten just as much as I’ve learned- like how literal 2 year olds can be!

We were in the car a few weeks ago and the Bean asked me a question. I answered her with a quick “Yes, dear.” I obviously threw her for a loop because about 20 seconds later the Bean pipes up from the backseat of the car, “But I not a deer, I a peoples, Mommy.”  Poor grammar aside, she’s right.

Tonight at bedtime, the Bean was asking to sleep in our bed. I told her she couldn’t do that because then her crib would miss her and cry out to her asking her to please come back.  “But, Mommy- my crib no talk, silly!”

Under all her sass and fearlessness, I forgot sometimes that Bean is still just a baby! She may give me an attitude,  know more about dinosaurs then some adults and have a personality 10x her size, but she’s only 2.  I’m glad she speaks up about these little misunderstanding not only because they’re stinking adorable but because it reminds me again to slow down. To hold her more. To treat her like a toddler instead of a full fledged preschooler because soon enough she’ll know exactly what I’m taking about and then some of that magic will be gone.

Love Thursday: The Do Over

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Today was Scorch’s last day of school, so we decided to celebrate by going out to dinner.  Yeah- super awesome, right?

Wrong.

In the 30 minutes it took for me to finish working, the Hubs to get home and us to leave the house there were fights about:

1) Where to go- Scorch wanted to go to McDonald’s which was voted down by everyone else in the family.  The tears shed over this decision could have filled up our baby pool.

2) Footwear- the kids recently discovered a pair of flip flops that were Scorch’s last year (he hated them last year, btw).  They are too small for Scorch and too big for the Bean- but it doesn’t stop them from fighting over them like rabid dogs.

3) Hitting & lack of personal space- I don’t know what is going on, but for the past month Scorch has been hitting all. the. time. Not in anger, but just because he feels like coming up to you and punching you.  It’s infuriating.  And if he’s not smacking you, he’s trying to drape himself on you to lavish you with kisses and hugs and squeezes, which after getting hit about a dozen times a day, you don’t really want.

4) Whether or not we can watch a movie in the car. We have a DVD player in our van. The rule of thumb is that we don’t watch it around town- only for trips 30 mins or longer. The only time we do use it around town is on Friday mornings on the way to school if the kids have earned the privilege by being good all week long.  That’s it- thems the rules and after a year of owning this car, you’d think the kids would know that by now.  Apparently not given the fit they both threw.

Needless to say, the kids weren’t at their best tonight and, frankly, neither was I.  After dealing with all the arguments, I actually yelled “You’re acting like….” to the kids. But I walked away before I could finish the sentence because I didn’t want to add name calling to my list of sins.  It was bad enough I was yelling, no need to take it further.

After dinner (which actually went well), we came home and got ready for bed, and then all piled into Scorch’s bed for a family discussion.  We talked about bad behavior and how no means no (as in please stop crying and pleading when we’ve made a decision) and all that fun stuff. I also apologized for my yelling earlier and told the kids that while they work on their behavior, I’ll work on my patience. At the end of our discussion, Scorch says “Don’t worry Mom, we’ll just have a do-over tomorrow.”

And thank goodness for that because I really do love those kids and I would hate to have to sell them to the circus.

Iron Man & My Nook

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After we say our nightly prayers, we all take turns sharing 2 things we’re thankful for.  Scorch is giving this long speech about how he’s thankful that tomorrow is the last day of school and how he’s thankful for summer vacation, but that he’s going to miss his teachers and friend so much. Poor kid is just pouring his heart out, getting all upset over all this change (he is his mother’s son) when the Bean interupts.

“Scorch,” she says, “you done now. I thankful for Iron Man and poop.”

I’m still giggling about this 30 minutes later.

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Moving on to a completely unrelated topic- I received a Nook Color as an early birthday gift today.  I am so excited I can’t even stand it!  So talk to me- what do I need? Any cool tips or tricks?  Any public libraries non-residents can join to access their eBook collection?  I can’t wait for that sucker to finish charging so I can start playing!!

Seriously, What Were We Thinking?

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There are many, many times I look around at my kids and I wonder who in the world thought the Hubs and I were smart enough and mature enough to be parents.  Come on now- when I picture myself I still picture 17 year old me, I don’t picture 32 year old me with my two kids, a house, a 401K & two car payments.

Most of the time the Hubs and I keep our 17 year olds in check around the kids.  The key is to make them think we’re mature and responsible even if we’re not, otherwise they’ll start running this crazy house. But every once in a while we slip up and then I walk around wondering what in the hell we were thinking.

Like why in the world did the Hubs think it was funny to show my 5 year old, the King of Potty Jokes, the “pull my finger” gag? Funny at the time? Yes.  Funny when his pre-school teacher tells you how Scorch shared the joke with his friends during classtime? Ummm…no.

And why did I think telling Scorch what a wedgie was was a good idea? Now I have a kid who throws the word into every conversation he can when he’s not too busy yanking up his own pants or, worse yet poor Bean’s pants, to show us just what a wedgie is.

How about laughing the first time the Bean tooted in the tub and bubbles came to the surface? That was funny once, now it’s just getting old as she screams for us to see what she’s doing every single time she’s taking a bath.

And while I still think telling our kids the anatomically correct names for their private parts was/is a good idea, it has come back to bite me a time or two when the Bean yells out in the middle of the grocery store that her pen.is hurts.  And when I very quietly remind her that she does not actually have a pen.is, she says just as loudly as before, “Oh I meant my vag.ina.”  Yup, I know you did kid. Thanks for sharing with everyone within a 20 foot radius.

I’m not quite sure when you’re deemed mature enough to raise kids, but honestly, I don’t think the Hubs and I are there yet.

Love Thursday: Goal!

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It’s been another one of those weeks- you know, the ones that drag on forever.  Scorch has a week left in school and is completely off the wall.  The boy is hyper and rude and completely past the point of listening- he’s making all of us crazy.  And the poor Bean is 1) sick with a fever and 2) bearing the brunt of a lot of Scorch’s craziness.  He’s made it his personal mission in life to pester his little sister- bossing her around, stealing her stuff, trying to physically make her do things- the list goes on and it typically ends with one (or both) of them crying.

Most nights this week I’ve gone to bed frazzled, thinking about how many times I lost my temper (usually too many) and how many empty threats I threw out while trying to keep the peace (also too many) and wondering why in the heck we decided having kids was a good idea.

Then, thank God, we have nights like tonight that make up for all that.  We decided about 15 minutes before bedtime that a family soccer game was in order before putting the kids down for bed.  So outside we went and we played hard.  We ran, we raced, we knocked each other down (by we, I mean Scorch and Bean), and we kept score.  I was honestly a little worried- Scorch is a pretty competitive kid and his MO lately when he loses is to throw a monster fit and yell about how unfair life is.

I held my breath when the Bean got to score the last goal of the night- I was sure this was going to send Scorch over the edge and damper our great night.  But the boy surprised me.  He went right up to his little sister, picked her up off the ground and yelled happily “You did it, baby girl!”

Ah- now I remember why I had those monsters!

 

So It Begins

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Earlier today we were watching a trailer for “Puss in Boots” on YouTube with the kiddos.  When the video ended, YouTube showed a list of other videos we may be interested in.  One of them caught Scorch’s eye and he points to it and asked, “Is that Justin Bieber?”

Choking back a laugh, I tell him that it is and I ask him how in the world he knows who Justin Bieber is.

“School.”

About an hour later, I was in the bathroom with the kids helping Scorch get ready for bed.  He pipes up and says, “Hey, isn’t Hannah Montana another singer?  And Taylor Swift too?”

I tell him they are and he tells me the list of kids in his class who listen to those artists.  I tell him the reason all those kids listen to those musicians is because they have older siblings who like them.  Since Scorch doesn’t have any older brothers and sisters, he’ll have to make due with the music we all like.

“Like who?”

“Like Laurie Berkner or the Imagination Movers.  And Jimmy Buffett and the Zac Brown Band. Dave Matthews and Bruce Springsteen.”

Scorch sighs loudly and says, “I really don’t want to talk to you about this any more. You’re clearly not cool.”

I really thought I had at least another 5 years before the kid figured that out!

Getting Over Myself

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I come from a family of jocks. We covered a range sports in my family- soccer, football, basketball, softball, tennis and lacrosse.  And when I say “we,” I really mean my father, sister and brother- Mom and I were very happy cheering on the sidelines without breaking a sweat.  But even though I wasn’t an athlete, I was definitely more of tomboy growing up.  I spent my summers climbing trees, riding bikes and swimming.

When I changed schools in 3rd grade, I was mystified by these girlie girls in my new class. All the girls were in Girl Scout, piano lessons and danced- things I knew nothing about.  So I did what any self-respecting, scared 3rd grader did when presented with things I didn’t understand and wasn’t included in- I acted like I was way too cool for them anyhow. While I made friends with these girls, I never got sucked into things like dance and cheerleading- they simple just weren’t for me.

But now I have kids and all of a sudden what wasn’t for me may be for for my kids.

For example, Scorch brought home paperwork from the school last week asking me if he wants to start taking violin lessons.  I was worse at music then I was at sports- in fact, I was asked to leave the 5th grade orchestra because I was so bad.  The Hubs isn’t any more musically inclined then I am, so our first inclination was to throw the paperwork out and be done with it.  But…what if Scorch really does want to play?  What if he actually does have some talent?  What if by exposing home to music now, we change the course of his life? The problem is, Scorch is 5- he has no idea what he wants to do. Do we commit him to a semesters worth of lessons (that aren’t cheap) just to ensure we’re not holding him back or do we go with our gut and say “Not right now”?

Beaner turns 3 this year, which means she can start dance lessons in the fall.  Most of the Bean’s friends take dance and I get asked a few times a month when we’re going to sign her up.  My first response is to laugh and say never because I sat thru years of dance recitals supporting my friend and hated every single minute of them.  I don’t want to doom myself to more years of that.  But again, this isn’t about me- this is about my daughter who, at age 3, has no idea what she wants.

Honestly, my first inclination for all these lessons, whether they be music or dance, is to wait a few years until my kids can speak for themselves with a bit more authority and stick to the things we as a family all love, like soccer and t-ball.  That is most likely what we’ll do, but I know the time is coming when I’m going to have to step out of my comfort zone and let my kids try something that makes me cringe inside.

 

Camp Pitcha Fit

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One of the biggest joys and one of the biggest challenges to me about raising kids is how the game is always changing. Once I feel like I’ve got something down pat, the kids grow up, the friends change and I’m left wondering what to do.  Here is my latest in the “How in the World do you Handle This?” chronicles.

Scorch had a t-ball game tonight.  The game itself went fine and Scorch had a great time playing and hanging with his friends.  After the game ,we celebrated one of the coaches birthdays with cake and took our time leaving the field.  Scorch wanted to play more ball, so I pitched to him for a while and, like most times, one of the other little boys wanted to play too.  So, after Scorch had a few hits, it was this little boy’s turn.  We are good friends with this little boy’s family and we see them socially at least once a week.  Scorch and this kid have a good relationship- but it’s always been very competitive.

So, this little boy gets up to bat and Scorch says he’s going to be the catcher only he says it rather softly and is standing off to the side- not at all in the normal catcher’s position.  The little boy missed my first pitch and the ball falls by his feet so he picks it up and throws it back to me.  Scorch doesn’t say anything.  Again, I pitch and the little boy misses and he throws it back to me. This time Scorch speaks up and says he wants to be the catcher so to let him get the ball.  The third time the little boy fouls the ball and lands at his feet, so he scoops it right up and throw it back to me.

Scorch lost his ever loving mind.  He starts crying, which is the normal Scorch reaction.  I try to calm him down by telling him that the little boy was just trying to help, it’s not a big deal, he can get the next ball.  That doesn’t work because next Scorch started yelling at the little boy telling his that he was the catcher, the little boys shouldn’t have caught the ball and on and on.  I quickly put the kabosh on the yelling, and tell Scorch to apologize right now because we do not yell at our friends.  Scorch yells out an apology (not at all sincere) and then starts yelling about how this little boy owes him an apology too.

At this point, I don’t know what to do, so we just simple say goodbye and dragging our crying screaming child with us. On the drive home, Scorch keeps it up- telling me over and over how this little boy owed him an apology for not letting him pick up the ball.  I tell Scorch that’s not the way it works, the little boy didn’t do anything wrong, that Scorch shouldn’t yell at his friends- but I could tell I didn’t make a dent in his little head.

So what do you do in that situation? Is there is a different way to deal with it as it was unfolding? Do we have Scorch call this little boy tomorrow and apologize sincerely (I say yes, the Hubs says no as Scorch already did apologize at the field)?  How in the world do you handle a situation when your kid gets so mad at a friend that he just can’t be reasoned with keeping in mind that Scorch has just turned 5?