And these cupcakes... (every single part is edible!)
30 March 2009
And these cupcakes... (every single part is edible!)
29 March 2009
Josh: Sure, Mom. (He has taken to calling me "Mom" instead of Mommy of late.)
Me: Thanks, Josh. Zoë, please listen to Josh, okay? ... Okay, Zoë?
Zoë: Okay, Mommy.
No sooner had I taken a couple of steps away from the room did I hear an authoritative "Sit down, Zoë. I said, Sit down." I stopped and looked back in time to see Zoë plopping down next to Josh.
I'm really happy that Josh is taking to his role as a big brother very well --in terms of looking out for and looking after his little sister. Zoë, in turn, adores Josh and would do everything that he tells her to --most of the time, unless she gets it in her head to tease Josh mercilessly (and I mean, mer.ci.less.ly!) by repeatedly knocking over the complicated race tracks and towers that Josh would be working so hard to build and then running away and giggling... and then coming back for another go, once Josh has repaired the damage!
Sometimes she gets Josh so frustrated that he'd cry and when she sees Josh crying, she would, without being told by anybody, grab a tissue and go over to Josh and try to wipe his tears and then give him a hug, kiss him, pat him on the back, stroke his head. Sometimes she would even throw in a few "Sorry, KoKo" when she'd do that. And Josh... well, he'd sit there and let her comfort him, soaking up the sisterly love. When the tears stop, they're back at being partners in mischief again.
I love seeing my tikesters get along, fight, then make up. I love it that they both are sweet with each other. I love... I love, I just love, love, love these tikesters. Totally smitten. Absolutely head over heels. (You can tell, I got a good night's sleep.)
26 March 2009
Just last night, I was reading one of my favorite mommy bloggers, the Pioneer Woman, and she asked a very simple question: "Do you get along with your in-laws?" The comments (over 600 of them!) that followed her post made for a very, very interesting read. There were plenty who shared their unpleasant experiences with their in-laws and there were a number, too, who were lucky enough to have really great relationships with their in-laws.
I am beginning to think helpers are like MIL's --whether or not you get a good one is down to the luck of the draw, really. And I've been very lucky on both counts.
Uh oh. I hope I haven't jinxed it by writing it down.
24 March 2009
playground, climbing up one of the "ladders"
so that she could get to the slide.
but instead preferred to "climb ladder... again!"
Even some of the older kids didn't dare to
climb this particular one...
...and this is what she does before she goes
down the slide. Whee!
21 March 2009
Zoë: Pears? (Doing the sign for PEAR).
Me: That's right, Zoë. Those are pears (Sign PEAR).
Zoë: Pears. *Gummy grin* Mother, son, holy pears, 'men. (Sign PEAR).
I wasn't sure I heard her correctly until she repeated it, this time with her fingers tapping her head and her chest before putting her hands together to do the sign for PEAR!
This tikester, she totally cracks me up.
19 March 2009
1) Zoë and I had a wonderful time at her swimming lesson this morning. She was so excited about going swimming and once in the water, was so game for everything. She especially loved it when I would sit her on the side of the pool and ask her to jump in to the water and I'd catch her. I love taking Zoë to new places and getting her to try new things as she just totally embraces each new experience that it's such a joy to watch.
2) Tired from the morning "exercise," I took a short nap after lunch. When I woke up, Josh presented me with a "book" that he had illustrated and wanted me to "write the words" for him (See his book here.) After we finished doing his book, we still had some time left before we had to leave for his Socatots class, so Josh decided to draw some more. Zoë, of course, did some drawing along with him. When they were both done, Zoë brought both pieces over and said, "Hang up, Mommy." I am running out of space to hang their art work! I just love it when the kids can entertain themselves and have some creative output, too.... little things that I can keep and give back and share with them when they're older.
3) Josh's Socatots class went especially well today. Josh is definitely better at saving goals than at scoring them, but today, he scored a few goals, and at one-on-one play at that. I liked it that he didn't gloat even when he scored the goals (when it was all I could do to stop from jumping up and doing Dora's "We Did It" dance). I liked it that even when he wasn't able to successfully save a couple of goals today, he just calmly walked back to the queue to have another go. No tears, no drama (and there were plenty of both today from a few of the boys, who either fell, was accidentally hit by another or who could not score/save a goal). At any rate, I hope that Josh continues to be the sportsman that he was today --competitive without being aggressive, graceful in winning and losing.
4) My friend lent me her New Moon book and I can now get engrossed once more in Bella's world. Thanks, SN!
5) After an unusual traffic jam on the way home (which didn't help my pounding headache at all!), we came home and Zoë greeted us with her cheery smile. She ran over to me and hugged me around the knees and went back to playing with her puzzle pieces.
Like I said, today's a good day.
17 March 2009
1. What is something Mommy always says to you?
JOSH: Stop and I love you.
2. What makes Mommy happy?
JOSH: When I kiss and hug Zoë.
3. What makes Mommy sad?
JOSH: When I fight.
4. How does Mommy make you laugh?
JOSH: By tickling me!
5. If Mommy is an animal what is she like?
JOSH: A bird… because a bird is an animal.
6. What do you like about Mommy?
JOSH: That your hair is so beautiful.
7. What don't you like about Mommy?
JOSH: Uhm… I like everything about you, Mom. (Awww. This is a very typical answer from him, when you ask him these kinds of questions. He's very diplomatic.)
8. What is Mommy's favorite thing to do?
9. What does Mommy do when you're not around?
JOSH: Look for me. (I wonder if he imagines me going from room to room calling his name..?)
10. If Mommy becomes famous, what will it be for?
JOSH: A soup *Giggle, giggle* (He was drinking soup during the "interview.")
11. What is Mommy good at?
JOSH: Games, like Mario.
12. What is Mommy not very good at?
JOSH: Leaf Cup (at Mario Wii). Tell me another question.
13. What does Mommy do for her job?
14. What is Mommy's favorite food?
JOSH: Vegetables. (Not really.)
15. What makes you proud of Mommy?
JOSH: When you do funny stuff.
16. If Mommy’s a cartoon character, who would she be?
JOSH: Jeff, from The Wiggles.
ZOË: Cup. Funny, Mommy. *Cute grin* (Our darling diva just loves to be part of conversations.)
17. What do you and Mommy do together?
JOSH: Play Mario.
18. How are you and Mommy the same?
JOSH: I have light skin and you have light skin. I have stripe T-shirt and you have stripe T-shirt.
19. How are you and Mommy different?
JOSH: That we don’t have the same hair.
20. How do you know Mommy loves you?
JOSH: I know everything. (Another typical Josh answer.)
21. Where is Mommy’s favorite place to go?
JOSH: To work.
22. What do you want to do for Mommy when you grow up?
JOSH: Cook, I guess, and draw a beautiful picture.
23. What do you want Mommy to continue doing?
JOSH: Play Zingo!
24. What do you want Mommy to stop doing?
JOSH: Shouting at me.
25. What do you want to say to Mommy?
JOSH: I love you.
Okay, this is telling... but, but, but... do let me clarify a few things.
First of all, I don't play Mario with him as often as this suggests. I only fill in for Chris when he's not around. Secondly, "work." That's what I tell Josh I'm doing whenever I'm in front of the computer, regardless of whether I'm actually working, Facebooking, blogging, surfing, or playing Scramble! Note to self: Work, check; but cut down on the other stuff.
No. 24. I wish I could ask him again and I hope that he'd give a different answer this time. I feel so bad about this, because the truth is, I do yell at him. I am trying to count to 10 and I am trying, I am trying (I'd committed to this in writing. See this post).
Josh's answer to the last question, well, bless him. Even though he wishes that I'd stop shouting at him, he loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He. Loves. Me.
Bless him. Children are such forgiving little souls.
16 March 2009
This has been on my mind for some time now. I had been thinking that I need to strive harder to do good, be a better person, not just because it sets a good example for the kids, but also because I believe that what we do now, as parents, might reflect on our children and our grandchildren --in a karmic sense.
A passage read during Mass today got me thinking. From Exodus 20:5-6
"...for I the Lord your God am a jealous God, punishing children for the iniquity of parents, to the third and the fourth generation of those who reject me, but showing steadfast love to the thousandth generation of those who love me and keep my commandments."I am not going to dissect this passage and talk religion here. I brought it up because, from a religious point of view, it reinforced what I was thinking. That beyond the practical impact of what we do now, --e.g. living green, being more frugal, adopting a healthier lifestyle, etc. -- there is also the "karmic" impact to consider. I say karmic because I can't think of a better word at the moment.
It would be comforting to think that if we do good to others or simply be a good friend, a good neighbor or a good citizen, that one day, should the occasion arise, someone hopefully might remember how we were and extend the same courtesy to our children and our children's children. THIS is what keeps me from firing off acid retorts and holding my tongue these days. This is why I feel I should reach out more and help others more. This is why I feel so blessed to have children. These little tikesters somehow make me try hard to be better.
15 March 2009
She was writing specifically about boys, but I believe that her advice could just as equally apply to girls as well.
It's so true. We need to be able to envision how we want our children to be when they're grown-ups and work toward molding them to be the kind of person who would embody the qualities and principles that would serve them well in life.
14 March 2009
Just the other day, she climbed onto our bed, bringing Monkey with her. Normally, Monkey comes with a banana, which Zoë would stuff into the pocket on Monkey's overalls. We didn't see the banana, so the following conversation ensued:
Me: Where's Monkey's banana, Zoë?
Zoë: Uhm, uhm. Lost!
Me: Uh oh. It got lost, eh?
Zoë: Yeah. *Grin*
Me: Where did you put it?
Zoë: Forget. *Another grin*
Me: Oh no. What do we do? Monkey will want his banana.
Zoë tapped her finger to her forehead and said, "Think, think, think. Where 'nana go?" She got off the bed in search of the missing banana.
If you (or your kids, I mean) watch Super Sleuths, a Winnie-the-Pooh show on Playhouse Disney, you'll know where she got this from.
(Yes, I do let them watch
13 March 2009
12 March 2009
This year, though, I am inspired to do something different. I got an email that suggested actually doing something instead of not doing something. Starting today, I've decided to be a patient mom during Lent. I have about a month to go where I will count to 10 (or 50!) when I feel like exploding in frustration over something the kids did or didn't do. I will listen more, play more, explain, be nurturing, be there for my kids instead of being a fixture in front of the PC Facebooking or blogging.
Could I last that long and still keep my sanity?
10 March 2009
Josh is at an age where he would seem deaf to everything I tell him to do. I'd repeat myself five, six times, all the while trying to stay calm. I'd raise my voice a notch. La di da, he'd still be doing whatever it was he was doing, totally impervious to my rapidly fraying patience. It's not until I start counting 1-2... that he'd look up and say innocently, "What, Mommy?" Aarrggh!
No matter how he'd whine and won't want to do something, the moment I'd start counting 1-2..., he would grudgingly do whatever it is that I ask, before I get to the count of three. He knows that he would have to do it anyway, but why wait until I start counting? Things would be so much easier for both of us if he would just do whatever it is I tell him from the get-go.
I'd read that this is normal for this age, but, but, but... On the one hand, I want to savor his being a kid and don't want him to grow up too quickly; on the other hand, I am looking forward to when, hopefully, things will get easier when it comes to getting him to tidy up, finish his meals .
08 March 2009
07 March 2009
The whole process would take only 30 minutes, generally. They put a cap over your head and attach electrodes which are, in turn, hooked up to a computer, which will record the electrical brain activity. While the computer is recording, you can do whatever you want for as long as you stay still and don't move around too much.
Stay still for 20 minutes. Hah! Zoë lasted for 10 minutes and then started to try to pull off the cap and kept saying, "Go home!"
Because there were other patients scheduled for an EEG that day, we had to terminate our session and reschedule for another.
Help! We brought raisins, Cheerios, milk, grapes, blueberries, books, crayons, Lego pieces, etc.-- everything that we could think of to keep her occupied for 20 minutes. I even breastfed her! I really don't know what to do for Monday. Unless we're very lucky, it might just be a repeat of today, maybe even worse, because Zoë already knows what goes on and she will not want to set foot in the room at all! Worst case scenario, she might have to be given some medication to help her sleep (Oh, good luck with keeping the meds down, Doc!).
Any suggestions for what else I can try on Monday? Please, pretty please...?
06 March 2009
Both little ones had their own brush and set of paints.
Nice and neat. I even remembered to get them to wear
protective layers so that they wouldn't get paints on their clothes.
And then this happened...
with their hands and then make hand prints on their paintings as well.
05 March 2009
Me: Which one do you like better, Zoë --Pooh or Tigger?
Me: Okay, how about Tigger or Piglet?
Me: Piglet or Roo?
Me: Roo or Owl?
Zoe: Owl. Hoot-hoot.
Me: Yes, Owl goes hoot-hoot. Who do you like more --Owl or Pooh?
Me: Pooh or Tigger?
Me: Tigger or Pooh?
Me: Pooh or Tigger?
Me: Tigger or Pooh?
Right. Moving along....
01 March 2009
I was getting dressed to go out to the mall when Zoë walked in. She took one look at what I was wearing (jeans and a mauve crinkly blouse) and gushed, "Wow, Mommy! Pretty." She then came up and felt the material of my blouse and said, "Nice." Stamp of approval from a 22-month old.
Thanks, Zoë. :)