Every Tuesday night for the past several weeks, we have had "plans" with our neighbors. Laura even asks "Mom, it's the middle day of school - do we have plans tonight?" I love it! I love the friendship and camaraderie we have found in our new neighborhood. This, this Tuesday night routine, is a huge reason why we moved. Tuesday nights means hamburger or hot dogs on the grill, a potluck of salads, running in sprinklers, and getting covered in melted Popsicle - all on a weeknight!
Yesterday, we weren't supposed to have "plans." The other mom and I hadn't discussed anything, and I thought I'd take my kids to the pool. Well, it was too chilly (!) for the pool, so I asked my friend (!!) if she'd like to bring the kids over for Popsicles after dinner.
"I don't know how soon we can get over there, I have to wait for the husband to bring home buns."
"Well, I have tons of buns but not enough burgers - shall we pool our resources?"
"Yes! Your yard or mine?"
We wound up at our yard, which ended up being a silly choice as I was completely out of propane! So we cooked the burgers inside and made do. It was probably even better that way, adding to the spontaneity of our Tuesday Night BBQ. All seven kids broke down in tired tantrums at the same time, so I helped my friend scoop her kids into the car while Nate wrangled our own kids into the house for bedtime.
I need to go buy more Popsicles and propane. We'll probably have to skip our BBQ next week (my brother is getting married!!!), but I can't wait to start back up again after that. It feels so nice having friends!
Monday, July 28, 2014
Before I was a mom, I wondered how it would handle "parenting" other people's kids. Like, say I had a friend's kid at my house and I needed to put a stop to some sort of behavior. Would I turn a blind eye because I was too afraid to parent someone else's kid? Would I offend that parent by stepping in? Would I feel weird?
As it turns out, like most everything else parenting related, speaking to other peoples kids comes fairly naturally. You see something happen, you react to it. And rather than feeling weird... I actually feel boastful.
Like "I just told our kids what's what. Didn't I handle that nicely?! I said xyz and told them zyx and I think they really got it! I spoke to them and they understood and now they're playing so nicely! High five me!"
This is not the reaction I expected of myself. But maybe I shouldn't be surprised. I really like to brag. Even when it's over something like getting three little girls to play nicely.
Sidenote: wow. That mean girls crap starts so young! And don't get me wrong, I was upset with my daughter for excluding someone... But I was also pretty upset with the excluded girl for being so damn whiney! I mean, no wonder the others didn't want to play with you, you expected to be included by whining to grown ups that you weren't being included! As if the girls could read your mind that you wanted to play too? There is a lot to be said of simply saying "hey, can I play too?"
So yeah, I reprimanded all three girls. Laura, you have felt excluded and it sucks. Be nice and include this little girl. But also, friend? You can't just whine your way into an invitation to play! Include yourself and please stop tattling! Humph!
I avoided the whiney girl's mom... She seemed rather whiney herself. But I was delighted by the high-five I got from the third girl's mom!
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Doctors will tell you that babies can start having solid foods around four months old. But they caveat that by adding that babies shouldn't have solid foods until they begin showing interest in foods.
Paul was baptized on Sunday, 10 days after his four month birthday. I baked a little cake to serve as dessert at his reception after the baptism. And when I asked to get a picture of him with the cake, he DOVE in! I have seen one-year-olds less interested in their first birthday cakes!
We had not yet given Paul any solid foods to eat. In part because I simply hadn't remembered to buy any infant cereal at the store on any of my grocery runs! However, I think we can safely assume that Paul in definitely interested in food, and ready for cereal!
I also just love that my son's first food was cake... I have had a deep love of cake since I was a baby. My first word was cake - maybe it will be Paul's, too!
Posted at 9:57 PM