Category Archives: Scorch

Worst Mom EVER

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Last week I had the great idea to take two tired kids to an outdoor concert that started right at the Bean’s bedtime.  They held it together great at the concert and we had a great time dancing and play. The trouble started when it was time to go home.

Somewhere between the park and our car (about a quarter of a block), Scorch decided that we just had to stop by the store on our way home to buy him a toy.  I tried explaining to him that no, we don’t just buy toys for the heck of it- he gets them for birthdays, Christmas & when he earns them.  He was not happy.  Turns out he thought since the Bean was having a birthday, he too should get toys because otherwise it simply wasn’t right. And when Scorch thinks things aren’t right, he tells me loudly, with tears.

“Mom- it’s unfair that I don’t get a toy too.  Do you know what unfair means? It means that it’s not fair. If the Bean gets toys on her birthday, then I get toys then too otherwise it’s unfair.”  (I love it when my kids give me vocabulary lessons!)

I tried explaining to Scorch that no,  each of them have a birthday once a year and on his birthday, the Bean didn’t get any toys, so he doesn’t on her birthday.  He wasn’t having it, so he kept up his rant/crying/pleading/threatening tirade the entire 15 minute ride home.   When we got home, he seemed to have realized that his words weren’t making a dent, so he grabbed some chalk and drew me a picture on the driveway as I was getting the Bean out of the car.  Behold:

When I asked Scorch what he drew, he told me it was a picture of Sad Scorch crying because he had the worst mom ever. The picture is still on our driveway and I laugh every time I see it- it’s a wonder that boy has the will to get out of bed in the mornings with me as his mother.

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Quick side note- my niece, the incredible Baby Lala, now weighs over 10 lbs!!  Not to shabby for a kid who started out life at less then 2 lbs big!

Lesson Learned

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My kids are smart.  So smart, in fact, that sometimes I forget that there are simple basic things that they don’t know, nor can they be expected to know, unless I tell them.  I was reminded of that fact yesterday.

Scorch has always had a thing for drawing with his fingers in the dirt that coats our car.  Last year when he started parochial school he started replacing his scribbles with crosses. Those crosses were drawn on to all the sides of the car any chance he got- we joked that we were driving around in the red-neck version of the Popemobile.  This year, as Scorch learned how to write all his letters the crosses got phased out and instead we started driving around the Alphabetmobile.  Scorch also has a thing for rocks. The boy is an avid fossil hunter, so he’ll pick up rocks any place he can.  Park, playgrounds, parking lots- he very rarely leaves a place without a rock or five to take with him.

Never had the two obsessions met- until yesterday.

It honestly never dawned on the Hubs or I to tell Scorch to never use a rock to drawn letters on our car.  I just (wrongly) assumed he knew that was a Bad Idea.  But, really- how could he know? A 5 year old has no concept that a rock could scratch the paint on a car.

The second Scorch said to me yesterday in the parking lot, “Mom- look what I made with this awesome rock!” I knew what he did.  I inwardly screamed, but I didn’t freak out on him even though there is now a nice small (thank goodness) “X” carved in my door.  I wanted to lose my temper and just yell- I had already dealt with a flat tire and a screaming 3 year old in the past hour and this? This was just the icing on the cake.  But we never taught Scorch this, we never told him explicitly that using a rock on the car’s paint is wrong- how was he to know.  So instead of yelling at the kid, I explained to him why he could never do that again and took the kids home and put them to bed.

Then I had a big bowl of ice cream and prayed for a better day today.

Letting Them Grow Up

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I admit that I may have a problem letting my kids grow up.

It never dawned on me to let Scorch learn how to buckle and unbuckle his car seat until my Mom asked me why he wasn’t doing it. Surely he isn’t old enough, right?

What about walking by himself on the sidewalk without holding someone’s hand. He’s only 5, surely he still needs to hold my hand all the time while we’re in public, right?

How about doing something with a friend without me or the Hubs right there. Last year he didn’t want any part of going anywhere without us, so this year can’t be any different, right?

Wrong. Wrong. And wrong. My sweet boy is getting older and more mature, so really, he can do more himself, by himself. Sadly, I don’t have to be his constant companion in everything as much as I’d like to.  It’s a joy watching Scorch grown up and seeing what he can do for himself- I just need to let him.

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!

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!!

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!

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?

Battle Ready

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Every time I’ve completely freaked out when my kids have vomited, I’ve always told myself that I would redeem myself as a mother and a caretakers when there was blood and/or broken bones.  I’d keep a calm head, I wouldn’t panic and I’d absolutely, positively not hide in my laundry room for 15 minutes at a time like I do now when someone pukes.

The only problem is that my self soothing was all theoretical as I had never had to test my theory with anything other then minor scrapes and bumps so far.  Until this weekend.

Saturday morning, I ran my first 5K (yeah!) and even made it back home in time for the last inning of Scorch’s t-ball game.  I was thrilled, the kids were thrilled and the Hubs was thrilled because he didn’t have to deal with Hurricane Bean all the while trying to help coach.  I watched Scorch and his team bat and then got pulled away when they were in the field because Bean and her buddies wanted to play their own toddler t-ball game and I was the star pitcher.  All was well until I heard Scorch cry out and one of the moms grabbed me and told me he got hit in the nose with the ball.  I turned in time to see the the Hubs scoop Scorch, with his bleeding face, up and run him to the bathroom.

It’s go time.  I’m ready. I have my water bottle to clean away the blood and a pack of tissues one of the other moms thrust at me as I ran by.  I’m very concerned, but I’m not panicked and best of all- I’m running towards my kid and his bodily fluids, not away from him.  Clearly, I am Super Mom.

Only problem is, I’m married to a former EMT and general do-gooder- just the kind of man who you want around when bad things happen, except during times you’re trying to redeem yourself.  The Hubs took charge and basically wouldn’t let me near Scorch until he assessed his wounds, cleaned him up and calmed him down.  And Scorch, bless his little heart, was totally and completely fine with that as Daddy had already proven himself in battle time and again.

Thankfully, Scorch is totally fine. The ball hit him in the lips, not the nose.  While his lips were swollen and cut, he didn’t need any stitches and kept all his teeth.  As for me, I’ll wait as long as it takes (hopefully a really really long time- like never) to prove myself again.

5 Years

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Dearest Scorch-

As hard as it is for me to accept, you turned 5.  5 seems so old to me- you’re not a infant, or a toddler, or a pre-schooler- kiddo, you’re almost a kindergartener! Sometimes I look at you and I still see that chubby cheeked baby that you once were.  You may have lost your cheeks, but you still have your belly laugh that never fails to make me laugh right along with you.

As much as I may miss your sweet baby cheeks, I have to say- we are loving this 5 year old you.  You amaze us every day with how much you know- you can count to 100, you can write all your letters, you’re learning how to sound out words and write them, you know simple math! I wish we could take all the credit for your intelligence, but let’s face it- it takes a village and you have a great one around you.  Us,Mary, your school, your family- you are loved by so many people!

This year you’re going to preschool every day for a half day.  You’re in a huge class- something I wasn’t too thrilled about at the start of the year. But you know what? You’re thriving! You love going to school every day and having this many kids has been great for you as you learn to navigate all the craziness that is making, keeping and even losing friends.  It’s hard to watch you figure this out, Butters, knowing there is little we can do to help but so far you’re doing just fine.

Scorch, day in and day out, you’re a joy.  I simply can’t imagine what life was like before we had you in it.  You’re sweet and funny and gentle- but you’re also all boy.  If there is dirt, you want to roll in it. If there is a ball around, you want to hit it.  If there is grass, you want to run on it.  We couldn’t be more proud of you and I’m so excited to watch you grow!