Kid Time
I've been trying to spend more time with the kids lately b/c I'm terrible at it. This is where I fail at parenting. I try to play with them and 1) I get bored really quickly and 2) I have no idea what to do. I try to remember what my parents did when I was a kid, but I remember spending a lot of time either watching tv or playing by myself. I know my mom and dad spent time with me, and I've never thought that I lacked attention when I was little... I just can't really remember a lot of play time. I remember my mom doing Boo Binky with me, and I do that with my kids. I remember lots of tickling and teasing and pinching with toes. I remember cuddling with them. I even remember tanning with my mom outside on the porch listening to Huey Lewis and the News--mostly b/c the heartbeat in "The Heart of Rock and Roll" scared me.
Now that I think about it, I was the youngest of six kids, so, of course, my parents didn't have to play with me. I had 5 older siblings to keep me entertained. Duh.
So, back to my situation today, I took my kids outside to play, and we had fun, but I usually end up just watching while I let them explore. If they need my help, I help them. If Evan wants me to sword fight him, I do. If Lauren's eating a rock, I stop her. Andrew's better at playing with the kids than I am. We went to the park last night, and he was awesome. He played hide and seek and tag. He helped Evan climb things. I love how Andrew pushes our kids to do things that they normally wouldn't do. I'm the protector, so I don't like for them to hurt or be scared. But Andrew will help them do things they're scared to do, and eventually they love it. I love that about him. And I love that he will run around with the kids. There were two other little boys there last night, and he learned their names, so that he could call them by name while he played with them.
Oh, funny story. We were all sitting at a table eating pizza, and this little boy runs up to Andrew and hugs him. Andrew's face was priceless! His eyes were huge, and he's staring at me like, "What do I do?!" I said, "Um, I don't think that's your daddy, buddy." The kid looked at Andrew and grabbed his arm and hugged it, too! I don't think I've laughed so hard in a long time. It was hilarious! I talked to his Dad later, and he said he does that all the time. Kids are too darn funny!
So, anyway, I'm not even sure where I was going with this entry. Here's what I got from it:
My husband's awesome
I have random memories of my parents
I need to spend more time with my kids
I have a butt load of siblings
Random kids are funny
Big gulps, huh? Well, see ya later!
Now that I think about it, I was the youngest of six kids, so, of course, my parents didn't have to play with me. I had 5 older siblings to keep me entertained. Duh.
So, back to my situation today, I took my kids outside to play, and we had fun, but I usually end up just watching while I let them explore. If they need my help, I help them. If Evan wants me to sword fight him, I do. If Lauren's eating a rock, I stop her. Andrew's better at playing with the kids than I am. We went to the park last night, and he was awesome. He played hide and seek and tag. He helped Evan climb things. I love how Andrew pushes our kids to do things that they normally wouldn't do. I'm the protector, so I don't like for them to hurt or be scared. But Andrew will help them do things they're scared to do, and eventually they love it. I love that about him. And I love that he will run around with the kids. There were two other little boys there last night, and he learned their names, so that he could call them by name while he played with them.
Oh, funny story. We were all sitting at a table eating pizza, and this little boy runs up to Andrew and hugs him. Andrew's face was priceless! His eyes were huge, and he's staring at me like, "What do I do?!" I said, "Um, I don't think that's your daddy, buddy." The kid looked at Andrew and grabbed his arm and hugged it, too! I don't think I've laughed so hard in a long time. It was hilarious! I talked to his Dad later, and he said he does that all the time. Kids are too darn funny!
So, anyway, I'm not even sure where I was going with this entry. Here's what I got from it:
My husband's awesome
I have random memories of my parents
I need to spend more time with my kids
I have a butt load of siblings
Random kids are funny
Big gulps, huh? Well, see ya later!